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

Suki was a serpent with the reflex to strike. Suki was a cat with highwire balance. She was a—kid on rollerblades, windmilling her arms, faceplanting so hard it made her nose run.

“WOW! You have GOT to admire Emily’s athleticism when she can just flow into drop toe-hold like that.”

Shake it off! Shake it off you dumb bitch and get up! The ring warbled under and around her like a nightmarish snowglobe. She wrenched around, clawing at the mat, kicking and squirming just in time for the dominating pale amazon to to pin her down, scoop up a fistful of her hair and take control away. Two thighs—thick, thunder thighs that could have snapped her hips like a wishbone—crushed her throat.

She is way out of your league, Suki, so your goal just has to be survival, her manager had said. Look...You've gotta be training hard, now, like Rocky Balboa type stuff, or you’re not just going to lose. This Emily's gonna—look at me Suki. God damn it, put away the fucking phone and look at me.

Emily’s legs (or was it her sex?) smelled sickly sweet. Suki’s...privates smelled fishy, and she assumed it was like that for all girls—but this...yeah, it was thick as a fog, and sure, the muskiness reminded her of the gym. But there was a rosy aftertaste. Suki’s sex, to her blood-draining, heart-fluttering horror, felt a quiver of...well something she wasn’t ready to process.

Suki started to really kick, to claw at the the amazon’s
(Fuck this shit, when had Suki started thinking of her like that?)
to claw the bitch’s legs. Bite her, use your teeth, rip her flesh up ribbons if you have to, just get. Her. Off! Suki reeled from one thigh to the other, heaving, chomping and biting but never quite reaching the taut flesh.

And every heave made her muscles ache that little bit more.
Made her head that much fuzzier that much faster.
Stupid bitch, ran the thought. Silly Mizushima no. 2.

It only took a few seconds for blood strangulation to make Suki’s toes and fingers tingle and go numb, to make her vision careen wildly in and out of focus. And the hold was too tight to reach the thighs with her teeth. So she grabbed the only maybe-weakness Suki’s rapidly deteriorating mind could dream up: She wrenched a hand over her head, searching for the hem of the amazon’s wrestling outfit, for pubes or pussy or something she could grab and rip and hurt and surprise with just long enough to escape.

Emily giggled as Suki gasped for air, eyebrows rising as she realized the woman was trying to take a bite out of her before she tightened the hold to make sure that wouldn't happen. Brushing her hair back, the redhead took a good look at her reddening face, and ah, there it was. That delectable desperation, the cogs turning in her head as she tried to find some way out of her predicament. Better still, that familiar flush spreading across her face, her breathing labored in ways that couldn't be explained by the choke, all signs of something that brought fresh mirth to periwinkle eyes. Finally, Suki seemed to happen upon a sort of answer, her hands flailing back to grab at her.

Perfect.

Emily's smirk widened as she swiftly moved to catch her opponent's flailing arms, only to try to wrap them up in the rope Suki had been kind enough to bring, intending to tie them securely and latch the collar onto Suki's neck. If she could manage that, Emily would quickly release the hold, pulling her legs in and away from Suki before trying to push the Japanese girl away, scooting back and taking her time getting to her feet.

"Hmm, it's a start, but this could definitely be a good look for you," Emily taunted, putting a hand on a cocked hip as she waited.

“SHE’S GOT THE ROPE!!!”

The Amazon’s hips had clenched against Suki’s shoulders. Emily wrenched Suki's arms up, and her shoulders tore against their sockets and bent against the Amazon's thighs. Blood vessels in Suki's neck finally collapsed. Her legs relaxed limply against the mat, her eyes rolled, and the collar she'd been clinging to slipped out of her fingers.

But...that’s mine…

While Suki teetered on the edge of consciousness, Emily stuffed Suki’s forearms under her armpit and bent Suki's shoulders back diagonally. Pinpricks of pain up and down Suki's spine cut through the haze.

Mine, mine, that’s mine, I just had it, please, it’s mine

She gasped and twitched, tried to push against the hold, but she might as well have been a doll in the Amazon's arms. Then Suki felt a loop of rope wrap around her forearms. Twist. And Tighten. The sound that erupted from Suki’s gut was half moan, half whine. Sweat ran in cold rivulets down the arches of her back.

Emily’s thighs finally loosened. Blood rushed into Suki’s head in a nauseating wave. Pain blared from just behind her eyes. Then the collar hooked around her neck and clicked shut. Suki's face went from raspberry to plum. It was as if a hormonal faucet in her brain had been suddenly activated. Full blast. A knot of muscle in Suki’s lower gut tightened, her tongue felt fat and cottony in her open mouth, pinpricks erupted up and down her body. She shivered and her legs curled up like a bug's.

“For you Shibari bondage fans in the audience, Blaskowicz seems to know her way around a rope. Impressive gal, ain’t she?”

Emily’s knee hit Suki's back, forcing her onto her chest while the Amazon wrenched her arms behind her. Then something tightened—a connection between the collar and her wrists that bent both painfully towards each other. The gaijin bitch shoved her away and gave her time to wobble to her feet.

"Hmm, it's a start, but this could definitely be a good look for you."

Fuck you…

Suki’s bangs were in her eyes. She tried unsuccessfully to twirl her hair out of her face.

“Fuck…”

The crowd erupted in laughter.

The announcer’s voice boomed, amused, over the ring. “LAAAAADIES AND GENTS...What you’re witnessing here tonight is remarkable, what I can only describe as some damn. Fine. Craft. That there's a double-column tie modified as a no-hands-needed leash—kind of thing high-end hookers save for the wealthiest submissive clients..."

Suki’s breath started to race. She could barely see five feet in front of her boots. How was she supposed to fight?

“...But it looks like it works on pigs just as good!”

“EAT SHIT!” Suki croaked. More laughter. She was stumbling back towards the ropes, no specific plan in mind. She almost tripped over the rope, a good ten feet of which was hanging from her wrists in a pile around her boots. She tried to kick it back towards the ring-post with her, already imagining the things Emily could do if she got ahold of that rope.

For now the pale oni just grinned at her and paced like a hyena.

Images of high-flying maneuvers she could half pull off with just her legs flipped in and out her mind’s eye—knee her fucking face in, stomp her toes, hip-check her jaw—while she craned her neck back and struggled to keep the sweat and hair out of her eyes and to keep her tormentor in view.

If she charges, sit on the ropes and kick out at her gut.

Emily watched eagerly as Suki fumbled about, the redhead finally able to see the reality of the situation starting to sink in on Suki's face. Of course, it wouldn't be so easy, she was sure it'd still take a fair bit of work for her to truly understand, but it was a start all the same. A start that held the kind of promise that had the redhead almost shivering. Despite herself, Emily couldn't help feeling a bit of smug satisfaction as she saw the knots holding, surprisingly well for the circumstances. That the announcer recognized it didn't go unappreciated either. It was always nice to hear an evaluation from someone else who at least knew the craft.

The look on Suki's face, however, that trumped all the rest. She hadn't expected the Japanese woman to be so receptive, and it was clear that Suki hadn't either. Her smile widened as she watched Suki try to get her bearings again, the crowd laughing as she managed to get back to the corner. Still, at least she had the foresight to make sure the trailing rope wasn't in Emily's reach, that might have made things too easy. It was clear that Suki wasn't leaving the ropes this time, so Emily would have to come to her.

"Yes, I can see it already," Emily remarked, making her way over, "But I won't waste your time with a description. You'll see soon enough."

As expected, Suki lashed out with both legs as soon as the redhead was in range, sitting back on the ropes and striking out for her belly. Emily darted in, taking advantage of how Suki had telegraphed the move to grab her by the boots, aborting the kick before she could really lash out and trying to yank her opponent away from the turnbuckle harshly.

Emily caught Suki by the ankles.

Her wings were clipped and her ankles were restrained. She could only writhe, and her hair was in her eyes and there wasn’t a fucking thing she could do and it made the panic rise up in her chest—and then Emily gave a yank.

Her head hit the turnbuckle pad and then the mat. She didn’t think the word "concussion." She was too busy choking on her collar and pushing against the tie until her elbows and shoulders ached. She’d later learn she avoided that level of brain trauma, at least. But there was no way she made it out without any damage, damage that would last past the match, make her stupid, make her die younger, and she fucking knew it—

Suki growled. She couldn't even buck because the tie connecting her throat and arms forced her to lie on her shoulder instead of the small of her back, so instead she heaved, uselessly, like a worm. Her abs buckled and twisted. Her coat stretched her breasts but stayed secure, just as Emily’s hold on her ankles held firm no matter how Suki writhed or shouted.

Emily let out a low whistle as Suki's head skipped off the turnbuckle before she hit the ground, not expecting that and fairly sure that would make what was next a lot easier.

Not that the Japanese woman made it easy, of course, writhing and twisting deliciously even with the ropes binding her. It wouldn't help her, but it certainly did make Emily more and more excited. Taking her chance, the redhead would drag Suki out of the corner, her coat dragging out behind her like damp hair might if hers was longer.

"Ah, look, and you're so close to being ready," Emily mused, quickly sitting down with the raven-haired girl's legs still in hand, "But not yet."

With that, she'd try to isolate one of Suki's legs, wrapping her own around it to keep it secure before tucking her ankle under her arm. If she managed that, she'd thread her arm under Suki's calf, grab her own hand with her free one, and start twisting her ankle, trying to lock in a vicious heel hook!

The mat was already moist from Suki’s sweat, her hair ragged with sweet smelling moisture. Her heart seemed to skip every third beat—and not even because of the pain (not yet). It was the tie around her throat and the weight on her chest. She had trouble breathing.

“You can’t scream.”

She’d barely listened to her manager when they prepped this fight.

“You can’t beg or whine. You need to look strong for this, girl, or squash matches are all you’re ever gonna fight until they wash you outta this joint.”

Emily twisted Suki’s ankle and hard enough to put her foot ninety degrees off where God had meant it to be--hard enough to twist Suki’s quads like rope until they frayed, and hard enough to yank Suki’s ass off the mat.

“By God, this could be it!”

Suki closed her eyes and bit her tongue. Her teeth sank through, clipping off the tip. Her eyes watered, but no one would see that through the sweat.

“IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO?” The pain from screaming against the collar hurt almost as bad as her tongue, and that was worse than this pussy-ass hold. Suki grinned, trembling. Blood ran out of the corner of her mouth, and Suki heaved with every labored breath. "I've...had sunburns that hurt worse!"

Emily could feel the pain radiating through Suki's frame with every squirm and twist, even with the woman's efforts to hold it in. How much of it was from what didn't matter all too much to the redhead just yet, they were still in the preparatory stages of the agonizing feast to come after all.

The announcer calling out like this might be the end got a chuckle from the redhead all the same, though. Oh, if only she knew. Perhaps it was high time to show her.

Emily kept the heel hook on for a while longer, drinking in the flashes of pain as Suki tried to keep a brave face going, a little surprised by the sight of blood leaking from her mouth already.

"My, if I'd known what it would take to satisfy you, I wouldn't have started so gentle," Emily mused, releasing the hold and grabbing hold of the trailing end of the leash she'd already entangled Suki with, "Thought I'd need to ease you into this, but if you're so sure..."

With a wicked smirk, Emily slid of the ring, yanking at the leash to pull Suki back against the corner post, then climbing up the outside, dragging the raven-haired woman up and quickly tying the trailing end of the leash of her collar to the turnbuckle. It would be a crude tie compared to the artwork she'd woven on Suki's body, but it wouldn't need to hold for long, only long enough for Suki to be counted as restrained and for the penalty round to begin.

"My, if I'd known what it would take to satisfy you, I wouldn't have started so gentle,"

Homegirl can take a beating and keep on kicking. Suki grinned. Emily hadn’t meant to imply respect with what she’d said, but the idea was there whether redhead liked it or not.

As Emily dragged Suki back to the post, she kept kicking. Heaving. Even if it made her back or thigh or neck rip with pain, it felt good to resist when the whole world expected you to quit.

Suki was so intent on keeping up her fight that she didn’t notice when the referee signalled the start of a penalty round. Her ears were numb to the crowd cheering (and jeering), and she didn’t even register Twin Tails crowing about THE PEEEEENALTY ROOOOOOUND.

She didn’t notice anything at all until a hot pain between her shoulder blades. Every muscle pulled tight as piano wire, then spasmed. When her vision cleared, the dark-skinned ref loomed over her. She was holding a cattle prod.

“No movement. Three minutes.”

Emily wanted to get to work on Suki right away, once she was secure. Even with the way she was thrashing around, perhaps even because of it. That struggle said as clearly as anything that she still had some fight left in her, that it might have even been revitalized somehow. The chance to crush that surge down under her heel was so temptingly close, but the ref got there first.

The redhead waited patiently for the powerfully built, dark-skinned ref to jam a cattle prod into Suki, climbing up the turnbuckle in the meanwhile. Once that was done, she grabbed a fistful of Suki's hair and pulled her up to her feet before yanking her head back, forcing her to stare up into Emily's face, silhouetted by stage lights, periwinkle eyes gleaming within.

"Ah, some quality time at last," Emily mused, leaning down to meet Suki's lips with her own. Three minutes. Certainly plenty of time to work with, but not quite enough to spare for taunting her by itself. She'd have to multi-task a little. She kept the kiss relatively chaste for now, almost holding onto her head gently, hands cupping her cheeks. As she broke it off, however, she caught Suki's lip between her teeth and tugged a little, a vicious grin curling her lips as she curled those gentle hands into claws and viciously raked her nails up Suki's cheeks and along the sides of her head.

With one smooth motion, she vaulted over the ropes to one side while the little Japanese woman dealt with that, strutting in front of her foe for a moment before turning her attention back to Suki, grabbing her by the hair once again, forcing her face against the rope near the corner, and grinding her back and forth for a few moments. Whatever damage she did would heal in a few hours, but she doubted the woman would have the presence of mind to think about that. At last, she dragged Suki upright again and finished things off with a sharp slap to the more injured side.

"A shame that it's only three minutes," Emily mused, putting a hand under Suki's chin and forcing her head back against the turnbuckle again as she nudged the other woman's legs open with one of her own, "Still, with the way these rules work, well..."

A knee followed the foot, swinging up between Suki's legs with ease that spoke of something between contempt and boredom and thunderous force. It was followed by another claw, her wounded crotch, clawing at it, and raking up. Then another knee replaced it, and another, each one landing without much fanfare from Emily herself, though the crowd certainly made up for it.

"We've got all night, really," Emily mused, waiting this time, just long enough to let the audience think she might strike something else before driving the last knee home and stepping back, releasing the younger Mizushima's head and letting her stand on her own two feet, if she could.