Elsa Grey vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Be Careful What You Wish For

First came the pain.

Small surprise, but Elsa didn’t take long to start enacting her retribution, moving with the sort of calculated and routine precision that told Kaede she’d likely done this sort of thing before - many times. She was yanked up by her short hairs, hoisted with surprising ease, but Kaede had no time to appreciate the raw strength. More blows to Elsa’s favorite targets, the stomach and the face, rocking Kaede as she stood on unsteady legs. She would’ve fallen, easily, if Elsa hadn’t pinned her there.

Then came the pleasure.

She didn’t mean to moan and writhe as Elsa caressed her chest, but that was what happened. Maybe all the pain had made the gentle touch feel so much better, or maybe Elsa was just that damn good. Either way, she was working wonders, and Kaede began to pant at the effort. ”Please...oh, God…”

It was shortlived. Here came the pain again.

This time, a hard shot between Kaede’s legs, one that would’ve certainly dropped her without the support. As it was, all she could do was rub her battered nether region and moan in the hold, aching for any sort of release.

The panting, the begging, the thin attempts to fight her own desire… everything Kaede was doing was suddenly better than Elsa could have even hoped for. "Zat is right dear," she cooed sensually, "beg like the dog you are. Beg for more." Before granting too much respite, though, she leaned in, locking lips with her plaything in an aggressive, dominating kiss. The hand over Kaede's throat kept its grip while the other explored the young girl's body, starting with her face, brushing away her hair and working it's way down. She traced the curves of Kaede's breasts and tummy, trailing through the trickling sweat and sliding down inside her thighs. Slowly, she pulled at the teenager's pants, not sliding them down enough to expose her genitals but instead hanging just above the line, teasing both Kaede and the camera.

This was different. And not ‘bad’ different, for a pleasant change.

Kaede fully expected Elsa to just start beating on her again. That seemed to be her go-to in just about any situation, and the woman clearly had psychotic love of inflicting pain. Instead, what she got was a lot more from the other side of the spectrum than she expected. The throat hold wasn’t much fun, but aside from that, it was pure rapture, as Elsa’s lips dominated her, as her spare hand explored her nubile, young body.

The idea did pop into Kaede’s mind to bite Elsa. Spite her with a chomp on the lips.

She even started to close her teeth for it.

But then she felt her pants starting to slip, saw the tease of something more to come, and she held back. If Elsa wanted to please her, why stop that from happening? Especially considering the alternative.

She began to kiss her opponent back, daring to let her tongue slip into Elsa’s mouth, as her remaining good hand worked its way down her sides.

For a moment, Elsa detected a hint of resilience, but it seemed to die out in place of something more… willing. It seemed the little pink haired punk enjoyed being made into a sexual object, at least if it meant she wasn't being hurt. Really, this was more disappointing than anything for Elsa: the desperate, terrified resistance most girls put up was more deliciously arousing than consent could ever be, but she could make use of this.

For now, though, it was back to suffering. Just as a trail of saliva connected Kaede's lips to Elsa's, a clenched fist connected Elsa's arm to Kaede's now exposed pelvis. Quickly, she spun the girl around, before gripping her by the hair and slamming her skull into the window. And again. And again. She seemed intent on continuing the assault until Kaede's cranium had obliterated the window completely… or the other way around.

The embrace was hot, sticky, delicious, and for a moment, Kaede almost believed it would go on forever.

Really, she should’ve known better.

Her lips were still working, still trying to kiss Elsa’s, when the sudden punch signaled an end to everything pleasant and sensual, dragging her back into the hell she’d hoped to escape from. She was spun around, wheezing and cough all the way, until her face was introduced to the car window.

Repeatedly.

Even hit seemed harder than the last, each hit cracked the glass more and more, each hit cut Kaede’s forehead and opened a new gash. She didn’t know how many it took - she wasn’t counting - but the glass finally gave, sending shards covered with blood into the vehicle. Kaede, for her part, hadn’t fared much better than the glass - her face was dripping all over, her body was going limp, and she was having a hard time remembering what country she was in.

The shattering of glass and spattering of blood was almost therapeutic to Elsa, but that by no means meant she was satisfied. She spun the poor girl around again, this time showing the same dedication towards her already bruising tummy as punches, knees and kicks sunk into soft, sensitive flesh, mangling her insides. It seemed like Elsa wasn't planning on stopping until the broken girl in front of her was coughing up blood and car had a Kaede shaped dent…

As Elsa went about wrecking her, Kaede could see the referee hanging nearby, looking like she wanted to say something, but not able to work up the courage to spit it out. She didn’t blame her, really - this was a crazy, dangerous woman, and no one should’ve been within a mile of her. Which begged the question of how Kaede found her way here.

It was hard for Kaede to tell what was going on - there were just blows and more blows and more blows after that, slamming her into the car over and over, keeping her from simply falling. It was all she could do to raise her arm in a feeble defense, and eventually she couldn’t even do that.

A particularly hard knee hit her in the stomach, and spittile and blood flew from her mouth onto Elsa’s stomach - she wasn’t sure if it came from the blood on her face or the blood in her mouth, but whatever the case, there it was.

Finally, after a hailstorm of violence, Elsa was tired. Not exhausted, there was too much libido-fueled adrenaline pumping through her veins at how perfectly this girl suffered, but still, she needed to catch her breath. She took a step back, her half-naked, picturesque form glistening with sweat, and looked on at her work. Kaede was a bruised, bloody, mangled mess, her natural beauty riddled with the marks of a heinous beating. Elsa wondered if anyone had come close to hurting her this bad before, and the idea that someone may have almost drove her to even worse violence.

"Alright… alright, girl," she hissed between pants, "I will give you a choice. Do you wish to be beaten more, to have your body broken into a pulp? Or," She stepped in and knelt close to Kaede's broken form, so close she could feel the heat and moisture radiating off of her sweat-slicked body, "do you wish for me to arouse and explore your body more?"

And, finally, it was over.

Amidst the glass and blood, Kaede laid on the floor, a miserable pile of flesh, a hollow shell of the shit-talking, name-taking bitch she’d been only five or so minutes ago. The worst thing was that Elsa had taken her apart with such ease. She’d been beaten before, but never so quickly. So harshly. So definitively.

When Elsa came to her and offered her the choice, there was only one way to really go. Her body couldn’t take much more, but she knew Elsa would dish it out.

”The…” Kaede started to push her way up, only to fail halfway and collapse. ”The last thing, the latter. Just...no more pain.”

"I see," Elsa sighed, though whether it was a sigh of arousal or disappointment was hard to tell. She reached into Kaede's bloody mouth with her fingers, pulling out her tongue and holding it for a moment, as though she was inspecting it. Then she scooped it up with her own, indulging another quick, yet wet, kiss, and pulling the teenager's pants below her thighs in preparation. "But, there is something I don't understand, fraulien," she pouted, getting up and heading off to retrieve something before finishing her thought.

And soon she returned, kendo stick slung over her shoulder, and a wicked smile spread over her lips. "…When did I say zat there would be no more pain?"