Suzuya Haruko vs. Casimir Day - Submission Hentai Match

About as quickly as Haruko had been given some solace, it was taken away with Casimir's genitals once again bashing her in the face, slamming the back of her head against the turnbuckle. The floppy invader was marked by the blood on her face, leaving little red marks as it slapped her repeatedly before slamming her hard into the corner, hard enough to get her groggy again. As his bulky fingers wrapped around her petite neck, causing her to choke and gurgle as she was effortlessly lifted above the ropes. As her body was put on display for the audience, their jeers and boos continued, dissatisfied (or, more likely, entertained but angry) with the brutal one-sided display.

And the brutality had only begun. With a heaving thrust, Haruko was brought down to the hard, unforgiving pavement below the ring, her kicking legs only amplifying the sensation between them as she went down. The pain that coursed through her skull and spine as she hit the ground was immense, but all she could do was choke and gag. A small spot of blood marked the spot where her skull hit the floor, and her entire body trembled and shook with agony.

Casimir would be lying if he said that the blood that got onto his shaft didn't turn him on. It was exciting, and definitely something he was gonna jerk off remembering later. For now, though, he had a perfectly good play toy that didn't seem to be any worse for wear, aside from having a nice gash across her head. Which was something that was also gonna be in his spank bank, though he'd probably get a better picture when he banged her up a bit more.

After that devastating finisher, he stood up over her, stomping at her stomach with a smirk. "Y'see, this is what happens to girls like you who end up getting in way over their heads." Another stomp, before he reached down and grabbed her by the hair -- practically letting out a giddy laugh at seeing the blood smeared on the pavement -- before moving to slam her into the barricades and then over them, that bruised tummy acting as a fulcrum. With that, he went back under the mat and grabbed more weapons, making a soft metal chinking sound as he pulled it out. In one hand was a nice, long metal chain, and in the other was a vibrating butt plug. With the baseball bat not too far away, it was clear Casimir had a lot of fun ideas.

Haruko was still writhing in misery when a sudden boot came slamming into her unprotected belly, her eyes shooting open wide as she let out an incomprehensible gurgle while her body practically bounced on the mat. The second stomp seemed to get even more of a reaction, the spittle let loose showing traces of blood as Haruko starting to curl up into a ball with her arms wrapped over her poor bruised tummy when a brutish hand grasped her by the hair and up to her feet. The blood on the ground was news to her, too, she was far too dazed to notice the wet spots when she hit the ground. But as it had been brought to her attention by Casimir's less than gentle laughter, she brought both hands up to the back of her head to see where it was dripping from. This turned out to be an unwise decision, however, as she was slammed belly-first into the barricade outside the ring, flipping over it with a graceless "BLUAH!"

For how bad things were going for Haruko, she was at least lucky that the fans watching were mostly on her side. As she toppled into the front rows, most of the fans stepped out of the way, and she didn't notice any (well, not many) groping hands over her sweating, naked body as she stood up. As she used the barricade behind her to keep herself standing, each breath was a high-pitched squeal of both pain and ecstasy. Although she wasn't too keen on admitting it, all that movement in her lower region had pushed Haruko to the brink, and she didn't know how much she could keep her composure. Running towards the barricades, moving her body to stand up, all of it left her quite... excited. But she needed to keep a calm face, keep it cool. She kept one eye closed as blood had once again managed to trail into it, but gave the warmest smile and a thumbs up to the fans in the front row, almost for her own benefit than theirs. "D-don't... don't worry g-guys... I... I got 'em o-on the r-ropes," she assured them with a weak and shaky voice, before turning around and crossing back over to the ring.

Or at least, that was the plan. But as her tiny, exhausted frame mounted the barricade to get over, the dildo still inside of her was pushed too deep, and just like that, Haruko got where she had been going for a while. With a loud moan, her tongue flopped out of her mouth and a blush ran across her face, her entire body trembling visibly as she coated the barricade in her feminine juices. For all the boos and jeers that had been aimed at the match so far, an audible portion of the crowd cheered at the blatant sex appeal. Spent and exhausted, she sat atop the barricade for a moment longer, still caught in the humiliating moment, before falling listlessly back to the pavement, this time ringside.

Casimir wasn't expecting the girl to go over the barricade. He must have put a little too much strength into it or something. Though to be fair, it at least helped him out a bit -- she climaxed as she was trying to get back ringside, making the whole crowd excited. Especially since they knew it wouldn't be the last time she did that in this match. Casimir had yet to get her to submit, so her climax didn't count for anything. Well, anything but humiliating her more, which Casimir did love. Besides, that just meant he had to get her up and excited again. He made a small "tsk" as he walked over, moving to yank the dildo out -- and hit her in the face with it. "Can't even be patient? What a shame. I'll just have to make you do it again!" Which, of course, just made the audience jeer a bit, but it was half-hearted; Haruko was really good at being sexy as hell while she was being beaten up.

Once again, he grabbed her by the hair. He seemed to like doing that a lot, clearly. This time, when he put her over the barricade, he made sure to try and hold her in place for a moment, to make sure she wasn't going to flip over somehow. He took the vibrating butt plug -- and jammed it into her ass with a smirk, flicking the small switch to turn it on. A nice little toy to keep her pleased while he worked her over a bit more, clearly! As if to show that, he slammed the chain into her back like a whip, before doing it across her ass a few times. Just to make it nice and red.

But it didn't help his own erection. No, there was only a couple of things he could do for that. He pulled her up slightly, positioning his dick against her vagina before trying to put her into a full nelson. So long as he managed to do all of that, he would fall backwards, using gravity to crank the hold on even more as his shaft unrepentantly plowed into her, without a care in the world as to how much it hurt.

Heaving with every breath and glistening with sweat, Haruko was not ready for more action when the toy was pulled from her wet pussy, her sweat and cum splashing into the air as she was slapped in the face with the used object. Too tired to say anything, she simply groaned as Casimir caught another handful of her soft, short hair and hoisted her to her feet by it, splaying her over the barricade and pressing her body up against her own discarded juices. The most warning she got to what was coming next was a faint buzzing, before the butt plug was shoved hard into her ass, vibrating painfully. Not nearly as painfully as the chain whipping across her back, though, and the pain of both was compounded as the metal weapon was used to spank her, driving the plug deeper with each blow.

But all of that did not compare much to the pure humiliation of what came next. Hoisted off the ground with her arms disabled and her head tilted forward, Haruko was not in much of a position to retaliate as she felt a sensation press against her dripping pussy. This was too soon, and she whined helplessly for a moment before the both of them fell back, Casimir penetrating her hard and quickly and forcing what could only be described as a painful moan. The large screen in the arena displayed their impromptu pornography with gusto as a pair of gentle tears streaked down her cheeks.

It didn't matter if she was ready or not. Casimir was ready, and that's all that mattered to him. He loved watching her own juices splash into the air before he tossed the dildo aside, loved the way she tensed and groaned at each painful attack he made, unable for her to even scream because of her own exhaustion. It was always like this after a climax, especially one so roughly gotten as the one Haruko just received. It's why he gave her those chances before he did what he wanted. And as he plowed into her, that was exactly what he got.

He laughed at the painful moan, beginning to thrust into her carelessly and harshly. He didn't have much left to him before he climaxed; with everything that happened before, he was on the brink himself. He just wanted to be inside of her, to get that nice extra piece of humiliation in before he did so. So it didn't take long before he climaxed inside of her, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy to compound upon her own juices, his muscles tensing and cranking on the hold a bit more before he finally let go, shoving her forward and off of him.

Thrust after thrust practically pushed the moans out of Haruko's body, her beaten, trembling form put on display for all to see as she was roughly fucked by her opponent. Even though she was still ragged from her own orgasm, the pressure of Casimir's cock inside of her was already getting her going again, her tongue once again flopping out of her mouth as her cheeks turned a warm red. Each thrust from behind made the ever-present pain of the butt-plug more apparent as well, and it felt like her insides were about to be torn apart. Of all possible situations, she did not expect her first experience with double penetration to be anything like this.

But for how miserable she was, Casimir seemed to be having a great time, as loads of warm semen were fired into her. The tears flowed more freely down her cheeks as she feared the worst, silently promising to herself to make sure this didn't become anything down the line. "P-please... don't..." she begged, her mind still having difficulty comprehending that it was too late as she was compressed and squeezed in Casimir's grasp. Finally after being thoroughly humiliated, she was tossed aside like a broken doll, her body plopping limply on the concrete.

And then came the begging. That just made everything that much better, and honestly, was probably one of the things that made Casimir climax in the end. Though it was immensely satisfying to watch her plop onto the concrete like a broken doll that had been tossed to the side. The audience, despite having enjoyed the climax, was still firmly on Haruko's side, cheering her name, trying to make her get back up, and jeering Casimir. All things that Casimir loved, if he was being honest. He grinned at her, moving to roll her over so he could look at her, motioning. "Look. They're chanting your name!"

He stood up, grabbing for Haruko's arm and yanking her up to her feet, turning her to face the audience. He reached down and grabbed the bat, before making her stand tall, practically propping her up like a puppet. "This is the girl you're chanting for! Look at her, and how broken she has become!" A chorus of jeers resulted, making Casimir beam like a boy on Christmas morning. He moved her over, towards the camera, and made the camera zoom in on her beaten body. "Look at her! She hasn't even tapped out yet, and she's practically a doll for me to play with! Hell, I bet any one of you could come down and have your way with her right now, and she couldn't do anything about it!" More jeers, before a resounding chorus of them chanting her name. "HA-RU-KO! HA-RU-KO!"

Fine, that was the way the audience was going to be? Still focusing on her, and not jeering him? He'd show them. He moved her over to another divider, still holding the baseball bat. He moved to prop her up against it. She would probably slump down a bit in pain, but it didn't matter. Casimir would wind up, acting like a batter on home plate -- before going for the home run, slamming that baseball bat at full speed straight into her stomach!

In pain, in tears, and practically in denial, Haruko lie face-first on the concrete when she was so carelessly discarded. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, but she didn't want to go home an embarrassment like she did last time. When she was rolled to her back, she had to take a deep breath to suck back the tears- a useless effort, the marks they had left on her face and eyes were already clearly visible, but she still gritted her teeth and tried to keep defiant. She didn't need to hear anymore of his taunt- wait, what?

As exhausted as she was, when she really listened... she could hear it! Yeah! They were cheering for her! She lacked the strength to resist as she was lifted up and propped up, but her face had changed completely. Casimir's boasting was completely blocked out from her mind as the growing sound of her name, chanted over and over, started to sink in. Gone was the look of agony and misery, replaced with an almost confused, vacant stare. They really were cheering for her? They liked her?

Of course they liked her! She was the coolest girl on earth! Who wouldn't like her. From the vacant stare her face slowly lit up into a smile, a weak and battered one, but a genuine smile nonetheless. This was what she was here for all along. She hardly even noticed as she was placed up against the divider again, her smile now warm and vibrant. Nothing was going to stop her-

And then it hit. The pain was so sudden, so brutally winding, she couldn't even scream. As the baseball bat slammed into her small, exhausted belly, the smile on Haruko's face immediately broke into a wide-eyed frown, the tears slipping back out again. After a moment while her brain registered the damage done, she leaned forward, her butt holding her up against the divider, as blood practically poured from her mouth onto her boots. It wasn't enough to do her in, or even knock her out, not with her constitution, but it hurt like hell. From there, Haruko's breaths were interspersed with choking, gurgling noises that only barely conveyed the agony she was in.

Perfect. Just watching that smile form before it was taken away from her so painfully and violently -- Casimir loved it. He smirked more and more, shaking his head solemnly at her. "You've lost. Badly, I might add." The chorus of people chanting her name had died down as she just bled more and more, the blood pouring from her mouth. This wasn't a match -- it was a beatdown. People were already beginning to get up and leave as a result; anything, just so they wouldn't have to watch this poor girl get beaten so badly. The sounds of those people echoed through the quiet arena, the audience unable to even jeer at Casimir.

"They've given up on you. You can't even figure out when you're done for!" he remarked, laughing at her. He tossed the baseball bat to the side, moving forward -- before shoving her on the divider, cranking her into a backbreaker. From her angle, she could see as people began to leave their seats, how people couldn't even look at her. "Tap out, stupid girl. Or you'll lose every single one of your fans." To be honest, Casimir was beginning to get tired; beating on jobbers was hard work! He pushed down on the backbreaker more -- either she'd tap out, or he'd break her spine. That much was clear.