Seraphim vs. Minerva: Handcuff match.

Minerva continued to wail in pain and cry as Seraphim ground her heel into her pussy. "I wish I could!" She screamed hopelessly. "I... I mean... I do want to be Lethe-chan's friend b-but I don't want to be a wrestler, I don't want this." She sobbed and sniffled as Seraphim began to softly rub her sex. Minerva blushed deeply. "If it was easy enough to not listen to them I would. I have to though." Minerva closed her eyes and her mouth opened and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Minerva was wholly innocent and there things were very new to her but even still she blushed even deeper at what she was trying not to say. "Please don't make me say it." Witha pleading teary look she meekly spoke again. "She won't let me not listen to them." She then cringed as if Seraphim had just attacked her again.

This girl really was hopeless... she felt pity for her, and once again Seraphim had a few ideas come to mind of just what she could to for Minerva after this match. She needed to stand up for herself, and have someone whip her into shape a bit. But Seraphim was already busy enough, she was training Tracy, had a partnership with Phoebe, a rival to confront, and of course, the Era of Hell to bring down. And yet she still couldn't live with herself knowing this girl was a victim like this and couldn't defend herself. Under Seraphim's treatment in the ring, that didn't bring guilt to her, she was going to hurt the girl, but she had no plans of breaking her limbs or making her writhe in pain for days in a medical facility. But she knew that such a thing could happen to Minerva if she was unlucky enough to face anyone else. ..She needed help.

"You don't have to say anything. But we're going to talk after I drag you backstage." A subtle hint in Seraphim's words, she felt a bit empowered knowing that in a handcuff match, you could 'do whatever you pleased' with the loser and had the keys to the cuffs. Fortunately, Seraphim didn't have lust at all in her mind, but instead just wanted to have some time to understand a few things with this girl, maybe help her if she could.

For now though, there was still the match, and suddenly, Seraphim decided to let her go. The moment she did though, letting her legs fall back to the mat, Seraphim readied her elbow and came down. Giving Minerva practically no time after what Seraphim had just done, and coming down on her with her elbow ready, going for an elbowdrop right into Minerva's lower back while she was still down on the mat.

Minerva heaved a deep sigh when Seraphim did not press her further on the matter. The fewer people that knew her secret the better off she would be and as far as she knew, no one actually knew. "Y-yes ma'am." She said meekly when Seraphim informed her that the discussion was merely postponed and not cancelled. She let out a weary moan when her legs were dropped to the ground and tried to recover. She already ached and was sure she bruised something. She, of course, did not see the elbow coming and screamed again when it hit, is hand shooting to her back as she tried to curl into a ball.

It was a little cruel, but Seraphim would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this. In her old days, she really had taken a lot of pride in her work in harming and maiming people. And yet even though she was trying to change that since her days in prison, she was feeling that this one-sided beatdown was really refreshing to her, like she needed to do this to let out some old steam.

As Seraphim's elbow came down on the girl and she screamed aloud, the girl rolled to the side and got back up to her feet, deciding to just keep the punishment going before the handcuffs would come into play. Again, she wouldn't break anything, but she wanted to see how far this girl could be pushed. "Come on, you can take more." Seraphim said as she would reach down and pull Minerva by a clump of her orange hair, forcing her to her feet but with her back facing Seraphim.

Once she was up, despite the pain she was in, Seraphim would try sliding her knee gently beneath the girl, under and between her legs before letting her fall into it, where her crotch would then fall into her knee and thigh. And then with both hands, she would put the girl in a full nelson, both arms snaking under Minerva's before getting behind her head as it would push down hard against the back of her neck as her crotch would rest against Seraphim's knee.

"No! I don't want anymore." She sobbed. "Please." She whimpered just as Seraphim pulled her up by the hair. She screamed and began to flail her arms and legs, trying to free herself. When she was forced to 'sit' on Seraphim's knee, she became slightly more docile until her arms were wrenched back and her neck was pushed down painfully.

Every time this girl begged for some sort of mercy, Seraphim would just give a sigh, as if it was really pointless to ask this in the first place. However, she didn't just ignore it, instead, Seraphim once again spoke to th girl, not exactly merciful, but certainly making a point. "Hey.. sometimes you have to take things in life you don't want." She spoke somewhat softly actually, nearly whispering into the girl's ears as she tried to inch her head closer, just a few inches from her ear at this point. "And in the ring, that happens a lot.."

Then, Seraphim did a few more things to the girl, but certainly took a change. Her grip in the full neslson would loosen, no longer trying to make it difficult or as painful as before, more focused on restraining her than anything. If Minerva had it in her, she would find it quite possible to even break out. However, Seraphim's soft lips inched closer to Minerva's ear, until finally, she lightly clamped her lips down on the end of her left ear, tugging softly at it. As this happened, her muscular thigh garbed in the black leather pants would begin to shift as it was under Minerva's crotch. She was turning the match to a sense of pleasure now as she rubbed slowly, allowing the girl's mound to press and glide along Seraphim's thigh, hoping she'd feel every detail of it through those adorable bear panties she was wearing beneath that skirt.

"I know..." She whispered softly in a defeated tone. "I don't mind difficulties and biting the bullet but..." She sniffled. "This isn't a gun I ever wanted to step in front of." She hoped Seraphim would just hurry up and beat her and leave but when she felt the warmth of Seraphim's lips, a shiver of pleasure run down her spine. Her mouth opened and her head tilted instinctively to give Seraphim easier access. "Ahh." The sound was more mouthed than anything. It was about this time that she felt Seraphim's second sensual assault. Her moistening sex was an indication that she did feel every bit of it. Minerva blushed suddenly. "I... I don't even know your name." She seemed to think it was something other than a violation or at least pretended to feel better about what was being done to her.

The girl was broken down at this point, Seraphim could tell, but she didn't want this to be all bad for her. Maybe.. she could soften things up just a little for her? Seraphim wasn't even sure with herself at this point just where she was going with all of this. Minerva felt like a girl she had to treat just right; she needed to bend her enough, but not so much that she broke, instead mixing the fine line of pain and pleasure one after the other, keeping this girl under her control now as she spoke, just briefly taking her lips from off the girl's ear to speak.

"Seraphim Harmonia. What's yours?" As if this was all a simple pleasantry, Seraphim asked it with a softer tone, not sexual or teasing, knowing she already had another girl already, but certainly trying to help the girl relax now in hopes of making this all an experiance she wouldn't forget. Thus, one hand would snake away, leaving her now in a loose, half nelson, before snaking around her waist, slowly embracing the girl in a hug from behind, enough that Seraphim's soft, C-cup breasts would press lightly into her back, and also letting her know that her hand was ready to go up to her chest soon. All the while, she never stopped with her leg, pressing in harder in the hopes of bringing even more pleasure. She could barely feel a wetness build up under her panties, but she wanted this girl to really feel it, she wanted her to moan out like she wanted it~

"M-Minerva Virginia Navarre." She said meekly. Though she was born in Japan and lived there her whole life Minerva was thoroughly American. This was partially responsible for how she was. "But I hate my name!" She blurted out partially because of just how strongly she felt about it and partly because Seraphim had hit a sweet spot with her leg. "P-please call me Mine-chan." She then winced in case the request sparked the ire of Seraphim. When Seraphim's hand released Minerva's, it fell limply to her side. Her eyes widened when she felt Seraphim's breasts against her. From her first fight she knew she liked this but Seraphim had been so scary it felt different. Now, however, Minerva was beginning to enjoy it and let out a soft moan as she shifted against Seraphim's leg. "Oooh Sera-San it feels Sooo gooood." She moaned out the words as her mouth hung open and her eyes glazed over with a look of pleasure.

This wasn't so bad either, even Seraphim was taking a side to enjoying this. She knew she already had someone, and again she told herself she couldn't go too far, but there was nothing wrong with helping the poor girl relax and feel good, right?

"That's a cute name." Seraphim replied back with a softer tone, her lips still close to Minerva's ear. "Just take it easy, Mine-chan. You see, not all matches have to end painfully." There was a hint of a flitatious seduction coming to Seraphim's tone, the once proud and powerful fighter revealing how she too could have a softer, sensual side as she whispered this to Minerva. Ironically, this was the first time Seraphim had actually done this to someone in the middle of a match, having only done something like this once before, and that was in the ring after the match, otherwise, she never resorted to pleasure being a way of winning until now. Though, even though the conditions to win were the handcuffs, she felt like having a little bit of fun first.

Seraphim's hand that rested so gently around Minerva's waist would continue to rise while she felt Minerva pleasing herself along Seraphim's thigh, and she let her hand glide under her shirt, softly tickling along the skin before rising to her chest. There, feeling the fabric of her bra, Seraphim would cup her left breast, softly groping it between her fingers like she was testing it, before slowly rotating and squeezing it, all her touches much more delicate than before. "Just relax.." She cooed, then moving her lips over to Minerva's neck and letting her lips kiss her tenderly while she pressed furher into the girl, letting out her own moan of gentle pleasure.