Suzuya Haruko vs. Casimir Day - Submission Hentai Match

The pain that wracked Haruko's insides was all she could think about, a few more bloody coughs dotting her naked body before she was forcefully shoved back onto the barrier. Limply, she hung there, until Casimir closed in and stretched her spine over the bar, practically folding her in half. The pain was enormous; not only did it naturally fight her compulsion to curl up around her sore belly, but it felt like her spine would explode into a thousand tiny shards at any moment. But the physical pain was only comparable to the emotional pain as she saw people leaving the stands, and the arena. In reality the number of people leaving was very low, and the majority of the audience watched on with hope in their eyes (or sadism, in a rare few cases). But Haruko was positioned just right to get one too many disenfranchised patrons in her sight, and it broke her spirit like Casimir was about to break her spine. Miserable, all she could do was scream, while a desperate hand reached forward, out towards the leaving fans, with desperation in her eyes. "Please!" she begged, both to the man crushing her body and the people crushing her spirit.

"O-OKAY!" she finally belted, "I.... I GIVE UP! PLEASE!" Everything she fought for, that she suffered so much for, she felt it drifting away. Even if it was largely an illusion, conjured up by her tortured mind, she couldn't shake the feeling of being broken and worthless. "Please... come b-back-k..." she whispered, her voice growing too tired to scream any longer.

Look at that, the psychological torture was having a resounding affect on the happy-go-lucky girl. Honestly, Casimir was just lucky; he had managed to rack Haruko in a place where there were more people getting up than anywhere else, really. Watching her scream, reach her hand out for the fans and beg them, plead for them to return. That was incredibly good to know. The backbreaker he had her in was just a small ancillary detail to her eventual submission, it was the psychological and emotional toll he was taking on her that really did the trick. So when she finally yelled out her submission, followed by the bell ringing for the first fall. He let go of her and pumped his hand up, before smirking down at her. "Come on, little girl. I'm sure if you show everyone how sexy you are when you climax, you might get one fan back. Maybe. Or maybe you'll just lose all respect they had for you."

He walked away for a moment, picking up that baseball bat. He had made a promise to her earlier, and he wasn't going back on it. He kept his promises -- the ones he wanted to keep, or had the intention of keeping when he said them. He moved over to her and grabbed her with that wide smirk still on his face, trying to put her into a fireman's carry over his shoulder. He would move over to the announcer table to plop her down on top of it with a chuckle, a perfect pose for the cameras.

As the bell rang and the hold on Haruko was released, the tears streaked down the sides of her face with a pathetic sniffle. Once again, she had submitted to the pain, and it was clear to her that she was not getting the recognition she so desperately hoped for because of it. Words of shame and humiliation ran through her mind, and all she wanted to do was curl up in a dark corner and pretend she didn't exist. At least the fight was over, though...

At least, that's what she had thought. In her desperation and misery, she had completely forgotten about the second pinfall, and as she was hoisted up over Casimir's shoulder, her sniffling broke into a fearful sob, like the whimper of a beaten dog. "W-what?!" she whined fearfully, "N-no, p-please! We're d-done, put m-me down!" Just as she demanded so, she was dropped down onto the announcer's table, her ruined body clear to see. She looked at the announcers with dreading, tear-filled eyes, unsure of what she should do, or even could do, to escape this misery.

Casimir laughed as she begged him to put her down, saying they were done. "Done? I must have hit your head too much, you forgot about the second pinfall!" He stood over her ominously, lifting up the baseball bat and tracing it down her slender frame, making a soft "tsk". He turned it around in his hand, so the handle was facing her, before moving it towards her already ruined pussy with a small smirk. "Besides, I made you a promise."

With that, and with a loud groan echoing through the arena, he forced the handle of the baseball bat inside of her, putting as much effort into it as needed to be done. He didn't care about how she felt about it, or what things would look like; this was his time to shine, and right now, he wanted to do this more than anything else. Once he managed to lodge it in there a bit, he would just let it go, moving to flick at her breasts with a small chuckle -- before grabbing the baseball bat again and beginning to try to fuck her with it.

Slowly, Haruko's head wrenched over to face Casimir as he spoke to her, her and her eyes widened in terror. At first, she tried to squirm away, but as her soft, broken body was caressed with the bat in her assailant's hand, she found herself frozen in either exhaustion or fear, and most likely both. "B-b-but-" she stammered, a pleading look in her eyes.

And then, suddenly, the weapon was made into something more cruel as it was crudely jammed into her, causing her to arch her back from the sudden flow of sensation as she moaned painfully. The bat barely fit; if the stud at the end of the handle hadn't been a substantially smaller size than is normal, it would have torn her apart. It was almost as if the people at AFW knew these weapons would be used for this exact purpose... which was a definite possibility.

As she was savagely fucked with the weapon that had beat her so badly, Haruko moaned and sighed painfully, whimpering and sniffling at the pain. Her body shook and convulsed, saliva dripped from her mouth and her eyes poured tears down the sides of her face. At least this would be the last of it...

Last of it? Casimir barely knew what the words meant! In fact, the guy just ended up getting bored, fucking her with the baseball bat -- and he yanked it back out of her just as easily, moving to toss it into the audience where some lucky member could go home with Haruko's blood and juices, along with a deadly weapon. No, Casimir wanted to do more; she was just too fun to play with.

"What should I do with you next?" he murmured, reaching his hand over to her tummy, rubbing it lightly. He shifted the hand up to cup her right breast for a moment, a finger stroking along the areola, before moving it up even more to touch her cheek so lightly, as if he were a different person from the man that just made her bleed all over the arena. "We have been having so much fun. I just don't want it to end!" He grinned down at her before moving his hand back up and away -- before beginning to punch her in the stomach. Such nice, soft skin, already blossoming with bruises.

Haruko's back arched high and her tongue stretched out of her mouth as the bat was removed from her throbbing pussy, the end of the handle barely managing to pop out. Why did he stop? The match couldn't end until she orgasmed (or, by some miracle, Casimir submitted and then orgasmed himself), so what would compel him to stop now? Haruko's body fell limp on the announcer's table as the weapon was tossed aside, and Casimir's cruel intentions made clear.

Too weak and afraid to speak, Haruko simply shivered fearfully as Casimir's hand traced it's way up her belly and breasts. Her soft skin trembled beneath his touch as she vainly tried to prepare herself for the moment he would switch to brutality, her voice whimpering weakly. As his hands reached her face she couldn't bear it any longer, breaking out into quiet sobs as she lie paralyzed in fear.

And her fear was justified as a heavy punch soon landed in her belly. Her eyes shot open wide with pain and her body seemed to come alive with the suffering, her knees bending upwards and her hands reaching for the bruised area.

No, Casimir didn't want her to orgasm just like that. It would be too easy! Just leaving her beaten and humiliated just like that, with nothing else to add on? No, where's the fun in that? He laughed harshly, shaking his head down at her as she began to whimper and then began to cry. He moved in for a moment, kissing her cheek lightly in order to get a taste of the tear rolling down that soft face. And then the punch landed in her belly and she came back to life, trying to go into a fetal position. But he grabbed her legs, trying to shove them back down for a moment.

"All right, you stay right there!" he remarked, moving away and going back under the ring -- and grabbing a nice, metal ladder. Not nearly as big as ones used for shit hanging over the ring, but big enough for him to get off the floor quite a bit! He set it up next to her, opening it up and moving up it, looking down at her when he got a foot or so off the mat. "Remember, stay still, or I'll have to do this again until I get it right!" He was several feet above her, enough for it to hurt when he jumped down.

Which was exactly what he did. He jumped off without much elegance, aiming to slam his knees straight into her. Of course, the sudden attack would surely break the table, but he didn't seem to care. In fact, he was counting on it!

Just as Haruko's legs crawled up towards her chest, the were harshly pulled back down, laying her on her back once more as she groaned miserably. The whole world seemed to be pulsing and throbbing, her vision spotty with blood and light and blurred by tears, while her ears rang and seemed to have a pulse of their own. Her belly ached like nothing she had ever felt before, and all she could do was weakly sob as she lie on the announcer's table. She hadn't even realized that Casimir had gone until he blocked out the lights above, perched high atop his ladder.

Move. MOVE. She had to move NOW! As sore and exhausted as she was, Haruko knew that whatever was coming next was bad news, and she needed to get out of the way before it got any worse. Her whole body felt like it was dead, though, and moving a single muscle seemed like it would take tremendous effort. She wasn't sure if she could make it out of the way in time, but she had to. If she didn't...

"Grrrrr!" Haruko growled as she gritted her teeth and pulled one shoulder over the other, just in time to miss Casimir's landing. The small victory was a bittersweet one, however, as the table collapsed from the impact, Haruko's limp body falling miserably into the heap. She lie in the ruins, weeping with her body in a contorted mess as she fought for the strength to just stand back up.

Shit, the girl still had a bit of strength in her. The audience erupted in cheers as she managed to roll away from Casimir's devastating blow, but even that cheer was quickly finished as the table cracked and broken beneath their weight. Casimir just shrugged as a result of the attack; from what it looked like, it hurt hurt much more than it hurt him. Though he was rather hurt from the blow; his knees were scraped up a bit from the fall, making him begin to bleed a bit. To which Casimir just got angry -- this little bitch actually managed to draw blood from him? All right, no more kid gloves. He'd show her exactly the type of person she ended up in the ring with.

He stood up with a bit of wobbliness, thanks to the fact that his knees just went into the pavement. He grabbed at her neck so he could try to yank her up to her feet, making a small "tsk" as he moved to meet her gaze. "You're no 'cool girl', you little bitch. You're a pain in the goddamn ass, and you're not good for anything more than looking good while someone beats the shit out of you!" he snarled in her face, before moving to throw her at the ground. He wasn't looking to do anything more than hurt her.

Casimir would walk over to her as long as he managed to throw her to the ground, grabbing for one of her arms -- and stomping on it with that nice, black boot. He did it a few times, before trying to pick her up by that arm to try and throw her back into the ring.