Emily Blaskowicz vs. Suki Mizushima, No Holds Barred Bondage Match

Special Conditions

• There are no disqualifications. All moves, however violent or sexual, are permitted.
  
• The match does not end on a KO or submission. The match can only end if the loser begs the winner to end the match, and the winner agrees.
  
• The ring includes a pair of handcuffs and a collar with a very long leash.
  
• If a wrestler is cuffed to the ring, or if two hands are cuffed, or if the wrestler is hogtied or otherwise "captured," the captor gets free reign for 3 minutes before the captive is released. The captor may put the captive into a submission hold before the captive is released. She does not have to release the hold when the cuffs or collar is removed.
  

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The look on Suki’s manager’s face after her last match had said it all. She’d pissed off the top brass something fierce, and they both knew it.  She’d laughed. He’d croaked, pale and small in the backstage lights.

You’re going to be broken, he’d as much as said. You’re going to be smashed like a Christmas ornament between two bricks. And sure enough, that’s just what the match stipulations were designed to do.

But who was supposed to do the smashing, she wanted to know. Who was the slut who thought she could make Suki Mizushimi squeal? Suki didn’t know, and she didn’t need to know. All the “initimidating” stipulations in the world just meant Suki could turn the tables that much harder when she crushed this mystery bitch between her thighs.

Suki’s entrance theme played. She swayed down the ramp. There was no color in the lighting--just sharp white lights casting long black shadows. Chains overhung the ring. In one corner, a grinning gargoyle sat on the ring-post and held out a pair of handcuffs in knobbly, clawed hands; in the other corner, a more feminine drake languished, a crimson collar and a long length of black rope wrapped around its serpentine neck.The whole place stank with heavy, wet stage smoke that made the crowd look like demons or monsters.

Suki ignored the cartoonishly dark decor and kept up a madcap grin while she rolled into the ring. She took her place by one of the bare ring posts.

“Alright boys!” she shouted to the crowd, pointing down the ramp opposite her own, “are you ready to see that skank hang?!”

The crowd was ready for blood and made it known.

In the meanwhile, Emily was getting finished getting ready, lacing up her boots and making sure everything was in place and the one-piece was nice and snug. Granted, with this match being what it was, the redhead was sure it would be a wasted gesture with how likely she was to lose it all within the first ten minutes or so, if that match with Kelsi had been anything to go by.

Still, her cue came up before long, and to her surprise, she could hear the crowd even before she'd gotten behind the stage. Whoever was already out there must have really gotten them riled up. An almost predatory grin made its way to her face as she thought about just what kind of girl they'd put her up against to rile up the crowd so much.

Adding on to the excitement were the way that the stipulations had clearly been designed. Someone was in for a serious beatdown, probably the kind that would end up getting showcased on those documentaries about the various depravities of this place. It was like the match had specifically been designed as a punishment, though who was being punished here wasn't quite certain for Emily.

That grin was still on her face as the chorus kicked in on her theme, her cue to come out onto the stage to a mix of cheers and jeers, one encouraging the over-the-top mix of sex and violence she was developing a reputation for and the other deriding that same choice in her performance. Either way, it got her blood pumping, Emily all but skipping down the ramp as she laid her eyes upon her opponent for the night.

Guess I finally got someone who might be fun to play with.

Emily could practically feel the woman's confidence radiating off her, the disdain clear in her eyes as the redhead climbed in. Emily couldn't wait to see what they looked like trapped and in pain. The redhead took a moment to focus as she slid up into her corner across from her opponent, leaning back against the turnbuckle, her eyes locked onto Suki's.

"Well hi there," Emily called out, "Guess one of us really pissed off management. Got an idea who it might be?"

Suki felt acid boil poisonously in her throat as Emily strut down the ramp. The crowd was insane for her--not just loud, like they had been for Suki. Signs went up, one motto especially popular among them: Blast’er Ass, Blaskowicz! Suki twisted one of her coattails behind her back, hard, then relaxed.

Suki ignored her opponent’s attempt to lock eyes, instead letting her gaze run up the red-head’s long, pale body. The gaijin’s skin practically sparkled in the light, highlighting the smooth curve from her bare thighs to her round ass as she slipped smooth and powerful down the ramp.

You know what, white girl? thought Suki as she appraised the goods. You like your body a touch too much. You need to be humbled. So I’m not going to set you free--no.

A memory of a former rival rolled through Suki’s mind. She heard that old rival’s screams. She imagined this girl’s white thighs dotted in goose pimples, her toes clenching, bare ankles trembling, while she writhed naked on the mat.

Not until I hear you cum, ragged and hard, like a fucking goat, with my fist so deep inside you that you won’t walk straight for a month... Let’s see who these boys would prefer then.

Finally, Suki met Miss Blasterwicz’s eyes.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Well hi there," Emily called out, "Guess one of us really pissed off management. Got an idea who it might be?"

When Emily talked, and the ice behind those eyes flashed, something hot pulsed just under Suki’s navel. Those eyes were a deep blue, like periwinkle, a color as precious as it was rare. You never saw such eyes in Japan.

“Heh.” The dominant Mizushima sister turned away and tried, almost successfully, to keep the blush out of her face. “I could not tell you, Miss...Blaskowicz, is it? Though, if they chose your costume, perhaps you are the one who should feel wronged.”  Suki ran her hands down her own long coat, which left not just her own shapely thighs but also the slopes of her breasts artfully exposed. She let herself slide into a pose, back arched, to let the crowd drink her in, before letting her eyes roll back towards Blaskowicz. She smiled.

“Or maybe you have something underneath you want covered up? Hmhm. I suppose we’ll see.”

Emily's eyes lit up with mirth and anticipation as she caught the barest hints of a blush on the other girl's face, letting out a giggle at Suki's response. Ah, this was just perfect. All this confidence, all that sass.

She couldn't wait to tear it down, piece by piece.

"Please, call me Emily," the redhead with a bright smile, "It'll be less of a mouthful when you're moaning it out."

"As for the outfit," she mused, stretching her hands up over her head and arching her back with a wanton little groan, "Call me old-fashioned, but I guess I'm a fan of the classics. Besides, if this goes anything like the last match like this, I'll be losing it pretty soon."

Of course, she wasn't one to fail to appreciate a show like what Suki just offered, Emily drinking in her opponent's body along with the rest of the crowd, trying to decide where she wanted to start first.

Emily tasted Suki with her eyes. Suki raised her eyebrows, and Emily licked her lips. Suki’s skin tingled las if the gleaming teeth in that grin were a breath away from closing around her--...

When the lights went black, Suki saw tiny slivers of light in the aisles between the seats in the audience—nothing else. She felt uncomfortable relief.

“THIS IS... A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH.”

The announcer rumbled. If animated, he’d be a lion, and his chest would fill large a doorway.

“These vixen have EVERYTHING to lose and will fight with every dirty... violent... sinful trick they know.”

On the word sinful, a red light pulsed, and Suki glimpsed Emily—still arch, still grinning. God! Suki laced her hands through her hair. Sweat from the lights and heat ran down her arms.

She’d kiss Emily first, she’d decided... start sexy, start dominant... prove who was the real woman in this ring…

“Warning: This match will disturb you. AFW accepts no liability for psychological harm unprepared viewers may suffer. Anyone under the age of 18 still in the audience, please leave through designated doors... now...”

...Kiss her, claw her cunt, make her melt before you burn her and stomp on the cum-stain and ashes...

Suki shifted her weight from one leg to the other, suddenly impatient. Even in dim light, the room and its three thousand occupants radiated heat. Her mouth was full of cotton.

Hurry the fuck--!

And the lights burst back into color.

Yes!

The ref moved to the middle of the ring.

Yes...!

He counted down. Five, four, three, two, one…

On one, Suki walked—did not charge, nothing that would give away the tension—but walked. Once Emily got close enough, once she did the charging in close or stepped up at her own pace, then. Then Suki would go for the lightning claw between the legs, and the kiss.

Emily could practically feel her body thrumming like a plucked string on a guitar, the redhead aching for the match to start as the lights went out and the announcer went to work on the crowd. Some part of the redhead, whatever wasn't focused on the match, really hoped any tykes in the audience listened to the instructions. She wasn't entirely sure how she'd feel about brutalizing another girl in front of the Japanese equivalent of little Timmy. Well, aside from the ones watching on TV, they were asking for it.

Still, while Emily wasn't surprised to see that Suki seemed to be just as anxious, she wasn't quite expecting the woman's approach. The redhead cocked an eyebrow, only to stride in towards her as well, the two women meeting at the center of the ring. Before Emily could question it, however, Suki came in with a smoldering kiss, the redhead's eyes widening for a moment before she started to return it, not one to take that lying down, even if it probably was set-up for something. Perhaps it was a matter of personal pride, but it was too late to regret it.

And regret it she did, soon enough, the claw to her pussy coming in with a hot stab of pain, Emily yelping as she pulled away from the kiss. Still, she didn't buckle, crumble, or even falter, the pain sending a hot rush through her veins as she gritted her teeth through it. Without a moment's hesitation, Emily's hand latched onto Suki's cunt in turn, fingers digging in with all the strength she could muster on such short notice as the grin on her face turned bloodthirsty.

Let's make this a battle of attrition, bitch!

Match Theme (Suki's head): Silent Night

Emily's eyes widened like a cat's, fierce and flashing on the snowy iris but widened at the pupil. Widened with fear? Pleasure? Suki bit her opponent's lip--gently--and smiled while they kissed.  Emily smelled like cinnamon but tasted sweet. Maybe it was just the American's maple-leaf hair, but the trace of something on those white lips made Suki think of apple cider. Even as she cut into Emily's soft lower folds, Suki felt her cheeks turn red with pleasure.

I like this kitten.

Then:

Bang! Suki dug in. Emily didn't even blanch.
BANG! Suki's knees buckled.
"...Bitch!"

The violins in Suki's head cracked. The first slice sent a wave of nausea through Suki's gut, and then the pain registered, throbbing and sharp. Emily was hanging over her; the stage lights cast her in silhouette, and Suki thought she saw a grin shaping on the white girl's face.

Suki's eyes darted behind Emily, to the back buckle. Sweat already beading down her back, Suki shoved her shoulder into her opponent's chest, never releasing her own grip, and tried to send them stumbling and crashing into the corner.

"Proud of it," Emily shot back, looming over Suki with that grin still on her face and widening as the other girl buckled. The rapid glances for something that could help her just made the moment all the more delectable. As Suki's eyes finally fixed on something, the redhead figured that she'd probably found something, only for the other girl to try shoving her back with her shoulder, still keeping her grip on her folds.

Emily's eyes lit up with an idea, the redhead trying to dig in with her feet to stop the shove, now would be a good time to see how she dealt with something a bit more...high impact.

With that in mind, the redhead's grip dug in just a bit more before Emily tried bodily lifting Suki off the ground, the other girl's grip on her pussy putting a particularly bit throw out of the question, intent on turning to the side to bring the Japanese girl down hard on her back, the throw in question ending up with Emily coming down right on top of her if Suki opted not to let go.

Suki started writhing the instant her feet left the ground.

“No! No. no. No. Nnn...”

Even though the world lurched, even though she knew Blaskowicz was watching her (and laughing), the words kept going, rapid-fire out of the Mizushima sister's mouth, then got caught on one long line between her teeth:

“NNNNN..!”

Suki kicked, she bucked, she—

“CHIK—!”

The cuss cut at the hard angle of Suki’s throat, and the crowd roared with laughter. Vomit splashed the inside of her esophagus. Oh God. Her scream had been like a sheep-bleat.

“Ch-chi.. kushou…”

Suki realized her fingers were grasping—weakly—Emily’s mound. It was hot. Emily was hot on top of her.  Her legs, her breasts, her torso all buried her and made the blood run hot in Suki's face.

Suki couldn't kick, or wrench, or punch. The world span too fast; the violin in Suki's ear spun and chirped too crazily. But the crowd would think she was weak, so--

She breathed, drew her strength in, and spat a wet glob at that condescending, bitch-ass white girl face.

The redhead felt a rush blasting through her veins as she already managed to get a scream from Suki, the choked curse only adding to the spectacle of the girl beneath her. Thankfully, the throw seemed to have weakened her grip on Emily's folds, but before she could move to pull Suki's hand away, she caught the telltale signs of her opponent getting ready to spit something. Fortunately, it was notably more telegraphed than someone spraying Green Mist, allowing the redhead to get a hand in the way just in time to catch a glob of spit.

Emily's response came quickly, the redhead pulling back before driving a headbutt square into Suki's sternum to try to stun her for a few moments, Emily trying to wipe her hand off her opponent's jacket before pulling her hand away from her pussy in the meanwhile.

"Bit soon for that, don't you think?" Emily remarked, a bit of distaste clear in her voice at the near miss, "Besides, I'd rather not mess up that pretty face of yours."