Training her body(Psychopatrick88 and ShadowofIce)

"Seraphim.. please... just let me go.. What did I do to you?" She asked her, then gasped as she was prod between the legs, and shut her eyes tightly. "N..no.. I won't- AHh!! She cried out, as her breasts were punched, and as much as she resisted, a tear rolled down her cheek from the extreme pain and pleasure she was feeling at the same time. "Seraphim... please release me.. this isn't fun at all... stop..."

It had been a long time since Seraphim managed to really divulge in dishing out this kind of abuse. She had hundreds of fights in her life, and there were times where they ended in her abusing someone and breaking them down, but nothing felt quiet like this, she couldn't help herself. All those years she had been holding it back, it was being released in a vicious wave as Seraphim finished off with a painful uppercut to the girl's chin, standing up as she did so. Then, she would step back when her fist cut up and hard so she could back away and observe the damage.

It was good, but certainly not one of Seraphim's best. There could have been more humiliation, and the girl didn't look like she had released enough down below, as Seraphim would have only loved it more if the girl pissed herself or cummed. But this was already more than enough to make her know who was the boss around here, and she knew if the two ever got in the ring again, Masane probably wouldn't even consider doing so.

Make them fear you, that's what Seraphim had always learned. But then, as she backed away and looked down at the crying, broken down form of Masane, something begun to hit her. The girl had been begging for mercy, washed away in the pain and pleasure, broken down, handcuffed, and squirmed while she had the sex toy in her womanhood. Overall.. it was a pitiful site to behold, and slowly, Seraphim's pleased grin faded away to a blank expression, and the finally, she frowned, realizing something as she heard the words of a good friend repeat in her head.

[align=center:3gxwgmmm]" Don't be like them... " [/align:3gxwgmmm]

...This was all wrong. What the Hell had she been doing..? Was this really what she was going to become? Seraphim had made an oath to fight the Era of Hell, and yet now, she was no better than they were, torturing others for no reason aside from her own enjoyment.

Seraphim knew Masane wasn't going to forgive her, and was probably even finding it difficult to speak now after the powerful uppercut. But despite that, Seraphim approached Masane again, her expression blank now and somewhat lost in her own thoughts before she crouched down, and quickly yanked out the vibrator. The last jerk probably felt more pleasing then anything, but Seraphim didn't take care in that, she just wanted to stop this all now and walk away. So, fishing out the key from her pocket, Seraphim started to work at the handcuffs to release her, a stoic and emotionless two words escaping Seraphim's lips as she got close to Megumi, working the key to free her.

"I'm sorry..."

Masane howled out as Seraphim slammed her fist into her chin, and hung her head afterwards, unable to resist a sob or two. This wasn't the way she wanted it to go. She just wanted to train with her, and improve herself. Had she known this woman treated her opponents like this in the beginning, she would never have asked her to a match.

She started to clench her fists tightly, fear and hopelessness turning into anger and rage. She was about to say something, unaware of the revelation Seraphim was going through at the moment.

"So help me god... the next time we see each other-" She stopped her threat short when she suddenly felt the vibrator pulling out of her. She was unable to stifle a loud moan from that, and looked away, not wanting to know what other sick games she had in store for her.

Then she felt her unlock the handcuffs... and apologize. Once she was free of the handcuffs, she massaged her wrists, and was completely confused now.

"W...J... Just what is your deal?!" She exclaimed in sheer confusion, scooting away from her, and hissed from the sudden movement, flopping to the ground face down and clutching her body. It hurt all over from the combination of pain and pleasure she inflicted on her.

She felt like such a villian right now, and it made her sick to her stomach as a knot of guilt twisted and turned in her stomach. Guilt filled her like a deadly poison, but Seraphim didn't show it, her expression remaining blank, like she wasn't even completely here at the moment. It was like she was just... floating, watching herself from above and out of her body, insulting herself and completely pissed with herself, but never showing it. Overall, Seraphim had just shut down, and she silently tried to fix the situation as best as she could after undoing the handcuffs, walking over to grab the girl's shirt and pants that were scattered in the ring.

"...Say what you want.. hate me.. I don't care." She said with a dull tone, turning to throw the cloths in front of Masane even though she was face down on the ground, just letting the girl try and releive the terrible pain Seraphim put her through, not wanting to even get close to Masane now, like she was afraid of herself and instead of trying to comfort the girl, she feared she might hurt her again instead.

"...I just... I don't know what the Hell's wrong with me anymore. It doesn't matter... I'll leave you, and you can beat me down next time you see me." Seraphim said this as if she was asking to be hurt. It only felt right, to be put in pain and agony after what she did, being a martyr in a sense for her sin would be best, because she doubted Masane would forgive her any other way. And that was why she told her- "I'll let you.."

Masane felt clothing flop over on her back as she took deep, labored breaths to try and cope with the pain in her body before she finally got up to her hands and knees. She heard the woman apologize and looked up at her for a moment. Her face may have been expressionless, but she could tell something was wrong with her.

"...I won't hate you. I almost did, but... you aren't all evil." She said to her, sitting up and tried to put her pants back on. She listened as Seraphim talked about how she can beat her up next time around, and frowned when she said she would let her.

"...No you won't." She replied, starting to stagger up to her feet and grab her gi. "I won't take an easy fight from anyone. If you're looking to fight me again, you had better give me your all." She warned her. Her eyes were stern, but there was a smile on her face. Despite the hell she just went through, she was now smiling at her captor. She was quick to forgive people if she could tell they meant it. This woman.. had some personal problems apparently, and she wasn't going to hate her for it.

There was a stunned silence from Seraphim when she had heard Masane's reply. She was.. going to forgive her? Just like that? Either this girl was a real nutjob, or she really had a heart of gold. Realizing it was probably the second guess, it only hurt Seraphim more, making her feel like such a horrible person now for what she did. So as she listened, and saw that smile, Seraphim couldn't help herself from stepping closer to the girl, offering a sudden hug towards her, like she wanted to give a bit of comfort after what she did. Masane's body was battered, but even now she could still stand, and Seraphim felt like she needed to do something to fix that. For now, she could do no more than comfort her some as Seraphim suddenly wrapped her arms around Masane's shoulders, a pained grin coming to her lips.

"Th...Thank you for understanding. But.. it's still my fault... are you going to be alright? I'll... at least do what I can to help after what happened." Seraphim's words were a whisper to Masane's ear as she pulled her close, even though the girl wasn't done changing yet, feeling like she just needed to make up now for what she did. Seraphim wasn't going to become one of them.. she couldn't. So she needed to atone for what she had done.

Masane blinked at her offering her arms out and stepping towards her. She was cautious at first, but then she leaned forward with a faint groan, almost falling into the hug. She could barely make out what Seraphim was saying, and was suddenly unresponsive.

She had blacked out in the hug, and was just leaning against her lifelessly, passed out from the pain and pleasure in her body. Once the adrenaline in her had died down, the pain came rushing back, overwhelming the girl.

Seraphim realized her hug nearly came into having to catch the girl, suddenly taking her in as she realized how limp she was as she fell into her arms. Masane had gone through a lot, and once again, Serpahim reminded herself it was her fault. She had really gone over the top and screwed up, she practically lost control of herself in the end. And she didn't think Masane was really going to forgive her.

Slowly, Seraphim inched her head closer to Masane, and gave a small, tender little kiss on the girl's forehead as an apology, but noticed that Masane didn't react, causing Seraphim to raise some concern before she looked the girl over. She passed out... Probably for the better really, Seraphim couldn't take being here like this any more, guilt was settling to heavily on her right now. So, she could carry Masane, bridal style as carefully as she could before bringing her to the medical facility here. When she did, she made sure that the clinics would take good care of Masane, seeing her off after she watched them give her a bed to rest on, and then she quickly scribbled a note, her handwriting awfully neat for someone who was raised on the streets, even leaving her cell phone number for Masane.

I doubt this is anywhere near enough to make amends
for what I've done to you. I will make it up to you
some how when the time is right.
But, if you ever run into any trouble, call me.
-Seraphim Harmonia

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