In the Wolf's Jaws

“No, you’re n-ah-not. You’re fucking, hah, talking!”

Manami was riding the waves of pleasure slowly and steadily. Her mind was somewhere else. The sweaty sack of meat in front of her was steadily being drained of juices. Even as she pleaded and begged, the Wolf didn’t want to let her go just yet. She liked how she begged. But clearly, she was running up on empty. Before she could go back for another bite, she had to refill the tank and let her prisoner get some energy back.

With that, he let go of her legs and grabbed her by the shoulders. Raising her up to her feet, she’d throw her back into the corner. Brushing her hair back and away from her eyes, she’d continue staring at Kaede the whole time, silently pondering what part of her meal she wanted next.

“Pathetic.” She said coldly, placing her hands on her hips.

Even as she said that however, her sex was still burning. There was still quite a ways to go before she could finish things off. The pink-haired brawler didn’t look particularly finished either. At least, judging by how her previous captives had left these sessions, Kaede was holding up remarkably well. It was like she was built to take beatings. How fortunate.

After a couple moments passed, Manami was ready to move on.

“Come. Wrist, the bad one.”

With that, once Kaede held out her arm, she’d seize the wrist before pulling down with her entire weight to force the pink punk onto her belly. Without letting up for a second, she would sit on top of her, getting her arm between her thighs and putting the girl into a wristlock. The terrible pressure would make the already damaged wrist sing with renewed pain. Mnaami couldn’t help but invite the grin that overcame her. Even before Kaede would undeniably scream out, she could already feel the pain overwhelming her senses.

“Mmmmm.” She'd let out, as if savoring a luxurious taste of a fine wine.

Yeah, talking was probably a bad idea, but that was the thing about pain: it tended to put a damper on the rational parts of the mind, the parts that told you to shut up and devote all your lung’s power to the one thing that might actually make this ordeal easier for you to take. Instead, she was going off her instincts, and her instincts told her to beg, to plead, to appeal to whatever slivers of mercy that Manami had.

Maybe it worked, maybe it didn’t, maybe Manami just got bored. Whatever the reason, Kaede was brought out of the hold and sent back to the corner with a rough shoulder, falling flat on her face. She laid there for a moment as Manami voice her displeasure behind her, though she was in too much agony to give it much thought. She took the time to slow her breathing and rub her aching leg, hissing as she tried to straight it out and restore feeling. Not broken, not quite, but far too close.

It wasn’t long - not long enough - before Manami ended her break. And then came the moment Kaede had been dreading since the set the terms of this whole thing.

She knew Manami would come back to her wrist, and sure enough, now was the time. Kaede was understandably hesitant as she came forward this time, not helped the least by her hurting leg, and she cried out the second her wrist was touched, as fresh pain flowed into it at that small motion. It wouldn’t be getting any better.

Kaede thought she couldn’t scream any louder, but she learned just how wrong she was when Manami locked in the wrist hold. She could feel ligaments pulling free, muscles tearing, bones twisting, and it filled with white hot, searing pain. Her body went into spasms underneath Manami, thrashing about like a live wire, and her scream went so loud that it almost seemed to make the walls shake.

Mad with pain, Kaede forgot where she was and started tapping out, but this wasn’t a match, and there was no referee to save her. Not this time.

Only her and the wolf.

It was nigh impossible to describe the sense of euphoria flowing through the Wolf Girl’s veins as she continued to crank the hold. Her whole body rapidly tensed and relaxed as the girl continued to thrash and twist and turn underneath her body. Her face developed a blank stare that seemed to stretch into infinity as her mouth held tightly onto a wide, sadistic smile. Her breath escaped in a quick secession, hiss after little hiss.

Then came the build-up. She was getting closer and closer at a rapid pace. The way the pinkette was thrashing was just too much. It was almost unexpected. And the heat swelling the tortured woman’s body was intense enough for Manami to feel as she pressed further and further into her. There was no stopping it. Just a little more and she’d be there. Not even Kaede and her annoyingly stubborn attitude could ruin this for ever, assuming it was even still there.

Clenching her arm close and twisting her wrist tighter and tighter, she worked harder and harder towards her climax. Sweat began to envelop her skin. Her sex ground up and down her upper arm. Her crotch became visibly wet with damp stains soaking through the white area between her legs. The thin fabric of her shorts merely added to the stimulation, if anything. As good as her bare skin might feel, but in this context, with the pink punk being beaten and broken underneath her, the rough feeling of the texture working between them was all Manami desired.

“That’s it, Kaede! That’s what I want!”

She twisted her wrist further. It was become clearly discolored and would be terribly swollen once this was over. But she couldn’t care even if she wanted to. Her mind was gone. Somewhere far away with a mission of its own. For this woman, all that mattered right now was the climax. And it was coming fast and hard.

“Ah! Don't even think about stopping! Fight me more! Make meeeee-fuck! Make me work for it! Give me e-everything you have! That’s right, more like t-that. Just like...like, oh god, just like that. I..I…”

Just a little bit more...a little bit more...a little bit more...a little bit fucking more...

Oh, god, Manami was getting off on this. Kaede has sort of figured that the Wolf Girl got some kind of high off of the pain she inflicted, but she thought it was just a product of her being an incredibly crazy bitch. But as her howls turns into moan and the ecstasy started to take hold of her voice, it became painfully clear exactly what Manami wanted, and why the offer Kaede had given her a moment ago was so harshly thrown in her face. This woman didn’t get off from pleasure, she got off from pain. Her opponent’s, to be more specific.

She was being used like a glorified sex toy.

Somehow, that thought made the pain worse, as if knowing the purpose to the pain increased it. It didn’t help that Manami was increasing the pressure with each passing second, adding more and more power into the hold, pushing her wrist far past the point it was ever meant to go. It didn’t even feel like her hand anymore, like she’d somehow managed to rearrange the bones in an order that there would be no coming back from.

Maddening pain. Dizzying pain. Kaede continued to buck and struggle as a pool of sweat grew beneath her, though she could tell from the smell that it wasn’t all her own juices. Some of Manami’s arousal was in there, too, dripping out from between her thigh as she continued her cruel grind.

As much as it disgusted her, she wanted Manami to get off more than anything, just so the pain could be done with. She fought as hard as she could for it, put out as much of her waning energy as she could spare, just trying to hold out.

A little more...just a little more….

The next few moments all happened in a blur. Her mind was absolutely flooded in endless elation and overwhelming lust. It was as if Kaede’s intense screaming and unending torment were feeding her very soul. Giving the pinkette’s wrist one last, joyous break that echoed all across the entire room, Manami felt herself explode. Lifting her head towards the ceiling, she let out a primal yell and let the floodgates burst. An endless torrent followed in its wake, letting the stream of warm juices and pure ecstasy flow down her prisoner’s arm. Her eyes curled back into her head. A warm shiver ran up her spine. She was completely enraptured and didn’t dare let the pink punk go as she let the feeling set in.

“Ah..aaahhh.”

As the last waves of pleasure slowly tapered off, she let out a heavenly sigh of relief and released the Kaede’s arm, letting it drop to the floor lifelessly. Absolutely glistening with sweat under the warm lights, she let herself fall back and onto Kaede’s broken form. Everything was lined with a haze. Her body was heavy. She felt drunk.

“Oh, Komatsuzaki-san.” There was an oddly serene quality as she practically sighed those words past her lips. Was she even the same person anymore? “You’re wonderful.”

Manami let out a chuckle as she slowly rolled off the pink-haired bully and let out a relieved sigh before running a tongue up the woman’s bare back. She quickly stood up and spun around, stretching her arms up and out in opposite directions. She knelt over and stretched her legs before twisting her hips from side to side, loosening herself up. Giving her neck one good crank, she turned around to face her prey. A wonderful voice, made for screaming, and a great body, built to be broken. There was a gap in her breathing as she looked her over.

“Well? Back to your corner.”

Manami felt herself being refreshed slowly but surely after that stretch. The blood was rushing anew through her veins and a wide smile was overtaking her. She licked her lips, savoring the raw taste of her sweet prey. The Wolf Girl was still plenty hungry. She made her mind up long ago, from the outset.

Bones and all, Kaede. Bones and all.

It was over. Just like that, it was over.

Granted, finding the release didn’t make Manami immediately stop, and Kaede wasn’t naive to think it would. She wasn’t the sort to just let go once she’d gotten her release, and true to form, she milked the pain for every drop she could get, squeezing out every last scream she could. But even the highest high had to a have a down to it, and Manami found hers in short order, as she reached her shivering climax. It was the strangest sound that Kaede had heard coming from the woman - not that the sound of a woman in ecstasy was all that alien for her, but because she almost expected something more animalistic, more primal. To an outside observer, it might’ve simply sounded like they were having normal, everyday sex - probably not the most unusual sound to be coming from these private rooms, actually.

Kaede breath a long, ragged sigh of haggard relief as she Wolf Girl relented and let her tortured arm go. Her screams had devolved in sobs, hushed whispers as the torturess laid across her body. She couldn’t feel the wrist anymore, and she took that as a small blessing. She didn’t want to feel anything. Didn’t want to scream, didn’t want to do anything.

Somehow, though, as she felt that tongue running over her bare skin, she knew she wouldn’t be so lucky.

Sure enough, Manami wasn’t nearly as finished as she’d hoped. She popped up, stretched, limbered up like nothing had happened, and then came the next order, given with the same cold tone as everything else she said.

Back to the corner. Back to the pain. It took Kaede a moment to comply, but she did eventually, crawling forward while she cradled her wrist, dragging herself along the canvas  with her bad leg and leaving a trail of sweat behind her.

Bones and all, she’d said.

The next few hours were one filled with strife for the poor pink-haired brawler. From headscissors to chokeslams. Shoulder locks to spears. Calf slicers to neckbreakers. Every move that she even so much as glanced in the ring would be put through the motions. Impact after impact fed into Kaede’s body, beating her like a drum until bruises were swelling all over her body. Cuts and streams of blood lined her entire body. A number of them came from the pipes, bats, bottles, and handcuffs that now adorned the ring. Every instrument stained with blood. The fact that Kaede was still breathing was a miracle in itself. Seems she had reached her limit, however, either from the pain or exhaustion.

Even so, Manami merely looked on with ferocious, primal glee, finally impressed with her prey. She sat atop the broken fighter, looking down on her and taking in her near naked form. Her sarashi was clung together by mere threads at this point with her pants reduced to ragged shorts, tears lining up and down the entire leg. Her chest rose and up and down steadily.

“Hey. Are you still awake?” She might have been conscious, might not be. Either way, she didn’t care and voice her next words with clarity. “You aren’t bad. You’re still hopeless. Still pathetic. But you aren’t bad.”

The Wolf Girl herself was naked, taking in the steamy air permeating the entire room. As she looked down, she could have sworn Kaede was looking at her with glassy eyes. Seems she was desperately trying to cling for life. Hours of punishment in the wolf’s jaws and she was still breathing. This girl was incredible. It was getting her excited again.

“Think you’ve earned a rest, hm?” Her eyes trailed up and down and down her form, taking in the fruits of her labor. She was awfully proud of herself, to say the least. She forward and let a finger ran down her nose before stopping and circling the cuts on her lips.“I’m not so sure myself. Your body is surprisingly resilient, one that I haven’t seen in a long while. I don’t think I want to let you go. Come on, one more.”

That was about the fiftieth “one more” she’d pulled out in the past hour or so. Kaede was well extended past her breaking point, but the Wolf simply couldn’t help herself. Always wanting seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths...she’d honestly lost count of how many climaxes she’d gone through. She couldn’t have asked for a better captive.

“Don’t tell me you’ve croaked.” She said with a sigh. “Komatsuzaki-san, you’re honestly pitiful.”

Manami let her eyes scan to the left and right. Where did she put the key, again?

How long had Kaeade been here? It seemed like a stupid question to ask,but it was the only one that permeated her conscious right now. She laid there, a hollow shell of what she was earlier, run ragged and left bare, as her mind tried to come to grips with what had just happened to her, the living hell that she’d been run through.

She was alive, but she didn’t feel alive. She felt like a mangled, messed up pile of bones and meat, like the scraps that some animal had left after its meal, a battered carcass for the vultures to pick apart. Her brain kept issuing orders to the rest of her body - stand up, move, roll over, fight, do something, anything. But all it got back was negative feedback, a computer reaching out for hardware that wasn’t properly hooked up anymore.

She was broke. Maybe she’d be fixed again, maybe she would get back in the ring, maybe she would get back at Manami at some point, but for now, she was broke.

Kaede didn’t respond to Manami’s taunts, not at first. She was awake, though only in the loosest sense of the word, teetering right on the border. Her body would’ve loved nothing more than to drift off - in fact, that would’ve been a welcome reprieve. Maybe even enough to make Manami back off - though, knowing the Wolf Girl, it wasn’t likely to be the end. She’d wait for her to wake up, Kaede knew it.

But if the Manami wanted more kicks, she was going to have to find them elsewhere today. Kaede was tough, but she was also human, and she’d reached her natural limit. The well was dry.

The only response she could really muster was a low, whimpering moan, before she turned her head to the side and closed her glassy eyes. Her breathing slowed even further, her muscles sagged, showing she was done in every way short of outright declaring it.

Manami cocked her head, looking Kaede over as her broken captive attempted to make a response. Unfortunately, it never came. Her head fell limp with the rest of her body, and the pink punk went still beneath her. Her wild grin slowly faded as she saw the life fade from the girl’s body. Looks like it’s over. No more fun to be had. At least, for today.

“Suppose I’ve had my fill.” With a reluctant sigh, she leaned forward, clutching Kaede’s still face and bringing it back up towards her. “I’m looking forward to our rematch. Right, pinky?”

Slowly, she'd lean down and press her lips against the unconscious pinkette’s. She’d keep them locked for a few moments as Manami began to worry her cuts and savor the taste of her fresh blood, her musky scent filling her nose and teasing her senes. As she pulled away, she’d tug a bit of her lip, letting it go with a faint pop of as it fell back to her mouth. With that, she’d push up and move away from Kaede, going to retrieve her clothing.

Her shorts had ended up beneath the ring, where she chased after Kaede and mysteriously discarded it with no good reason. The sports bra was dangling over the side of the turnbuckle, along with several pieces of Kaede’s pants. She picked it up and gave the fabric a good shake before the key fell out and plopped onto her hand.

Manami shivered a bit as she put her attire back on. The stuff was absolutely drenched. She pondered checking her former opponent’s pocket for change, if she had any pockets left that is. Though, there was no fun in exploiting her any further when her prisoner was this far gone. Instead, she merely gave her bra and shorts a good stretch before heading towards the door. Turning the lock and grasping the handle, she took one last look at the beaten pinkette before opening the door and flicked the lights off. An evil smile grew on her face as she took a step out and into the hallway, leaving the girl to silently sob and ache alone in the darkness.