Suzuya Haruko vs. Casimir Day - Submission Hentai Match

When the table practically exploded beneath her, Haruko was hurting more than ever, but the cheers of the audience gave her the slimmest sense of hope, just enough faith to believe they all didn't hate her after all. Not that it mattered anymore, she had already submitted and at this point her morale was not a factor, but amidst all the whimpering and sobbing the tiniest smile began to curl on her lips.

Unfortunately, that smile quickly reverted to a fearful gasp as she was hoisted off the floor by her throat, her face brought to level with Casimir's own furious eyes. One of her hands reached his wrist, more resting on his arm than trying to pry it away at this point, while she futilely kicked and gurgled in his grasp. Soon, she was tossed to the floor, the impact with her spine shooting her eyes wide with pain, but there was more fear than pain in her eyes as she saw what him sizing up her limp appendage. "W-wait, n-n-no..." she begged with trembling lips, her body shaking more violently in fearful with every second. "P-pleAAAAAAHHHAAAAA!" she cried out as his boot came crashing down on her tiny arm, bruising the flesh as it crushed down on her. After the second stomp, she could swear she felt bone bending, and with the last one she wasn't sure it hadn't snapped. Even more worrying was how painful being hoisted to her feet by that arm was, her eyes wide with miserable pain as loud tears poured from them. Haruko stared vacantly away from her arm as she sniffled and wept, before she was thrown into the ring by her injured arm with a scream.

Casimir was nothing short of pissed the fuck off. Wearing nothing more than a small scowl to go along with those gloves and boots, he didn't know what he wanted any more. He had irrevocably changed this girl's life to the point where if they were probably walking down a street towards each other, she would turn around and run screaming. That's what he liked to believe, at least. But still, he couldn't help but want to secure a little more punishment for her. He sent her into the ring, giving a small smirk at the screaming and crying that he managed to elicit by savagely yanking at her arm. It was nothing doctors wouldn't be able to fix, but it still hurt like a fucking bitch. That's what he relied on -- it hurting so bad.

He slipped into the ring with her, moving to get her onto her back and stretch both arms out wide. First the non-broken one, and then the broken one. It was clear that he was going to do something with those arms to make her hurt, but he lingered over her, as if trying to decide which one. Should he permanently …… the other arm, so she could never forget him? Or should he keep cranking out the pain, so the fact that it was the worst, most painful moment of her life (again, he assumed) was just laid thickly on in a way that Casimir loved.

In the end, he decided on the second one. He moved to the broken arm and lifted her up by it, pressing his knee against her face and his own crotch against the arm -- before he bent it savagely back. "How about that, hm? If you want to get out of it…well, I recommend you start fucking yourself with your good hand. Y'know, while you still can." Let's see how badly she was willing to sacrifice her pride and dignity.

Lying on her side, Haruko quietly continued sobbing and sniffling, her tiny body consumed with pain. She wasn't sure before, but her arm was definitely broken, and so much as moving it hurt badly (well, hurt more than moving the rest of her body did). Her miserable sobbing turned to a more fearful tone as Casimir pursued her into the ring, rolling her onto her back, and lying her out with both arms spread wide. "P-p-please..." she wheezed, her voice barely a whisper, "I... I-I gave up... s-s-stop..." she could do nothing but watch with horrified eyes as her tormentor set himself up for another painful hold, when suddenly the pain started again in full force. As Casimir pulled on her arm, Haruko's scream could only be described as blood-curling, sending shivers down the spines of the audience well towards the back. Her back arched, her legs kicked violently against the mat (which only made the plug still vibrating in her ass hurt that much more) and her free hand ran up to her bloody forehead, gripping tightly as she screamed and sobbed. "GAAAAAAHHHHH- PLEASE! I... I CAN'T-" she howled and begged, her free arm moving away from her face and pounding on the mat in useless submission. Finally her brain fought through the pain enough to register Casimir's demand, and maybe find a way to get out of this mess.

Still, with all this suffering, Haruko was finding it hard to be aroused. Even a hardcore masochist may have thrown in the towel by now, and a hardcore masochist she was not. Doing her best to get in the right state, Haruko moved her hand down her sweaty, exhausted body, sliding along the curves of her breasts, her hips, her thighs, until her gloved hand slid into her sex and began rubbing. It wasn't doing her much good, though, as the pain was the most prominent sensation in her mind, the gentle fucking doing little more than humiliating herself further in front of everyone.

Jesus, this bitch wouldn't be able to climax like that. Casimir watched her sadly trying to fuck herself in front of the audience, before finally letting go of that broken arm with a small, exasperated sigh. "Jesus Christ. Do I have to do everything around here?" he asked, moving to reach down and grab her by her hair, yanking her up enough to make her look at him in the face -- his horrible, lightly blood-splattered face -- with a look of annoyance. Honestly, she never even stood a chance against him. Which was something he liked, but now he just wanted her to shut the fuck up, really. He was pretty much done with her and her annoying complaints, her whining, her begging and pleading -- though, let's be honest, he could definitely suffer through some more of the last option. But for now, he was just done with it all. So he used his grip on her hair to slam her face on the canvas once, as if to make sure she wouldn't put up a fight -- though since it was clear she wouldn't, it just looked like he did it for fun, which he probably did.

He picked her up from there, moving to prop her up in the corner, her arms across the top ropes, her legs across the bottom. He moved forward, his cock already hard and pressing against her used and abused entrance. All he wanted to do was hurt her more, twist that broken arm and make her cry out in pain -- but then he would have to deal with her whining more and more. Honestly, he just wanted to rip her tongue out of her face. Instead, he thrust into her, pumping in and out of her haphazardly. It was clear that the guy didn't have a caring bone in his body.

Even with all the sore muscles and broken bones constantly aching, and the vibrating plug wearing her out from the inside, when Haruko's arm was released it felt like heaven. Well, briefly anyway, but the sudden sense of release was enough for her to zone out as her bruised, blood-smeared face was brought up to her tormentor's, panting with a half-dazed look in her eye. Still, there was enough life in her to yelp when her face was slammed into the mat, even if it sent her whole body limp.

The next thing she knew, she was seated over the turnbuckle, her limbs spread out with her bruised naked body on full display. She didn't even resist as Casimir's throbbing member pressed into her, letting out a mix of a moan and squeal as the pain and pleasure equaled each other out. The harder he pressed, the more her reflexes started to give in, drool dripping out of her mouth while her whole body seemed to tremble and shake. Tear-filled sobs were interrupted by gasps and pants as she was roughly fucked in the corner, and while she desperately wished for this last humiliation to end her torture, she had given up hope that anything would.

Haruko was done for. That was already decided from the beginning of the match, but now things were really closing in around her. Casimir was fucking her harshly, not caring about her entrance, about her wellbeing, about much of anything other than winning. He shifted, moving to press his hand against her back as he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged it up a bit, picking up the speed. "Come on, you little bitch. Cum for me. Show me, show everyone, how much you're enjoying this, deep down," he hissed into her ear.

With that, he shifted, moving suddenly to pick her up -- and fall backwards, spearing her onto his cock, thrusting it in as deep as it would go before he continued to ram into her, making her bounce up and down on his cock, letting everyone watch her as he forced her to ride him, the blood and tears doing nothing but making it all the hotter for Casimir.

Haruko's brain could barely process the misery she was in. If she wasn't so damn stubborn, she'd have surely passed out by now, but somehow, through sheer, unwanted force of will, she lived through it all, every agonizing second making her almost wish she were dead. As she was brutally fucked into the corner, her tiny body shook and twitched against her will, while moans of pain, more than pleasure, floated from her trembling lips. As Casimir fell back, the impact of her body landing on his cock rattled her breaking bones, and her eyes went dead while she bounced up and down on his member. Almost unaware, her pussy started to moisten and drip, trickling down her thighs like all the blood and sweat and tears. She was nearly at the edge again, pride be dammed, she was almost free from this torture, once and for all.

Finally, Casimir could feel that pussy on his cock begin to moisten. He made a loud yell of pride as he kept it going, fucking her deeper and deeper. "There you go, you little bitch. You love it," he growled. As soon as she climaxed, he would let out a loud roar of approval, continuing to fuck her until he himself managed to come inside of her, not even bothering to pull out. He didn't give a flying fuck. He won. He finally won against this fuckdoll. The bell rang for his victory, though it was practically droned out by the booing and jeers. He bathed in the jeers, however. He stood in the middle of the ring, thrusting his fist up in pride as his cock slowly began to deflate.

As her limp, sweaty, grime-covered body bounced up and down on the sex of her tormentor, Haruko had lost all sense of her surroundings. The pain and misery was too much for her tiny body to handle, and the fact that her own crotch started to moisten was practically unnatural. Perhaps her body had given in as much as her spirit, giving Casimir what he wanted just to put an end to this.

Whatever the reason, it wasn't long before she let out a long, anguished moan and climaxed, tears pouring from her eyes with as much intensity as the fluids that streaked from her pussy. Soon after, Casimir finished inside her, and what was left of her consciousness pleaded to every diety she could think of that she would not suffer long-term consequences for that. When he exited the arena, she stayed in the ring, twitching and slipping out of consciousness until the paramedics arrived, and finally ferried her back to safety.

Winner: Casimir Day