Sakura Matou vs. Rose - Of Human Bondage

Match Type: Locked Room No DQ Special Submission POW
Winning Condition: The winner will make the opponent say "I'm yours." The winner is given the key to the room and its various equipment. The winner is not required to unlock the room until the winner feels like it.

Match Stipulations:

”So,” Thorn turned to Rose with her new black-and-white striped swimsuit, clinging tight to her curves and leaving precious little to the imagination. ”How do I look?”

Rose, who’d been doing a few stretches in the corner of the ring, took a few moments to look back at her tag partner, glancing at her from the shadow of her cap. She looked fetching in the ref outfit, if you could really use that generous of a term to describe it - in truth, it was just a skimpy bikini that happened to  have the same pattern on it. For the rather unique job that Thorn had today, though, it would serve its purpose.

Management had come to her with a rather unique request, wanting her to do a Friction match - another Friction match, after the tag. She had been against it at first, wanting to stay more within Tension and further her endeavors there, but they’d sweetened the deal by letting her have it at her BDSM club, the Den of Sin, an easy way to get free promotion. She couldn’t say no to that, particularly when they were throwing her such a meaty bone to chew on. Such a fun match setup, with plenty of opportunity to engage in all manner of debauchery. Her own prisoner, to enjoy as long a shse choose, in whatever manner she wished? Yes, please.

The ring was set up in the Den’s most spacious room, one reserved for large meetings, with cameras placed  in every corner to catch the action. Rose’s slaves had done a good job of outfitting the room as well, placing all manner of toys on the walls - whips, chains, collars, crops and other bondage goodies on the right side, while chairs, kendo sticks, a fire extinguisher and other typical wrestling weapons were placed on the left. The floor around the ring had a nice, velvet carpet, smooth to the touch, and there was even a queen sized bed nearby, if Rose was in the mood for something softer and more intimate than the usual fare.

All bases covered.

Rose finished scanning the room after a moment and looked back to her partner, nodding her approval. ”Positively ravishing.” She gave an appreciative whistle as Thorn shook her rump her way, giving her a quick show. ”And fuckable. Sorry you’re in the referee role for this, though. It would’ve been excellent practice.”

Thorn just shrugged and walked back to the opposite corner. ”Pfft, no big deal. It’ll be a fun little change of pace for once, see what it’s like to be the third person in the ring for once.” She leaned back against the pads and crossed her legs, looking nice and comfy. ”Besides, I love these rules. I’m almost guaranteed to get some action later on, so looking forward to it.”

”Confident that I’m going to win, hm? I appreciate the vote of confidence.” Rose smirked with a little laugh, not showing the slight pang of doubt she had on the inside. She knew little of her opponent aside from the name. A newcomer to the AFW, and one that she had trouble finding information about. That was worrying by itself - she didn’t like flying blind, particularly when she and Thorn were still a fresh team trying to establish a presence. It wasn’t the end of the world, but it might not lead to the dominating victory she craved.

But she would know soon enough, one way or the other. Anxious, she tilted her head towards the door, waiting for her opponent to arrive. Any second now...[/color]

As she approached the venue of her next match, Sakura felt a mixture of anger, fear and determination. She'd thought her last two matches were bad enough, but her manager had somehow managed to come up with something even worse. A fight in a BDSM sex club, where the loser would be locked in the club for the winner to do as they wished. The club in question being owned by her opponent, a notorious dominatrix. And, just to dispel any pretence that this was anything other than a set-up, the bookers had decided that the referee for the match should be her opponent's tag team partner.

Of course, when she'd heard all of this, she'd immediately stormed into her manager's office, demanding to know why he'd signed her up for such a thing. This time, she hadn't allowed herself to be persuaded by the same nonsense about needing to earn recognition, or how the match had "already been booked". It was obvious to her that booking her in such matches was intentional, and she had told him to cancel the match. Unfortunately, though, his response had been to remind her that, under their contract, he had full control over match designation. She could, of course, break the contract, but then he would have no reason not to contact her "family" and have her returned to them. So, realising that she was utterly trapped, Sakura had no choice but to continue to follow this path. She would fight these matches, learn how to wrestle, earn recognition and then, maybe, she would be able to earn enough fame to escape his grasp.

Even so, when she entered the room, her eyes widened. The place was kitted-out as a full-blown sex dungeon, with all sorts of BDSM equipment hanging from one of the walls. And, in the ring, was her opponent, dressed in a very revealing outfit, clearly far more excited by the idea of this match than Sakura was, along with her tag-team partner, dressed in what just about passed as a referee's uniform. With trepidation, Sakura walked slowly towards the ring, conscious that the two very attractive women were looking her over as she did so. And, then, she entered the ring, making her way to her corner before giving her opponent a polite bow.

"Good luck", she said, not really meaning it.

With that, Sakura took her position, ready for the fight to begin. She knew that she would surely be tortured and humiliated, both during and after the fight but, nevertheless, she was determined to put up a good fight. The better she did, the more likely she was to gain recognition as a wrestler and, besides, she was sure her opponent would appreciate her at least making an effort. So, she took a defensive stance near the centre of the ring and waited.

As she looked over the two girls in the ring with her, waiting for the referee to begin the fight, Sakura couldn't help but notice that she was becoming a little aroused. Despite her fear, at least part of her wanted to be a slave to her opponent, to be fucked, humiliated and tortured without mercy. And, unlike her last opponent, this girl was a professional dominatrix, someone whose job it was to ensure their slaves got at least some pleasure from the experience.

”Oh, hello, hello, hello.” Thorn whistled soon after the door opened, approving of everything that just entered the room. ”Welcome to the jungle.”

Rose had been turned away at the moment, checking the laces on her heels, not quite paying attention, when Thorn’s words made her pique up. It wasn’t odd for her friend to express attraction, really - the woman was never picky with her partners, finding something to like regardless of the shape or size. But she was rarely that vocal, straight away, and it was enough  to earn Rose’s immediate interest. What she was definitely worthy of it, too.

Sakura was short, perhaps two or three inches over five feet, but had a voluptuous body, a pleasing figure from head to toe. Smooth skin, supple and begging to be touch, legs that her outfit did a lovely job of showing off, breasts that threatened to spill over, and that hair...Rose rarely cared for hair dyed in odd colors, but that shade of violet suited her.

Yes, Sakura was a beauty. A fine, fulsome beauty, that was all hers to consume.

They looked on silent, scanning Sakura with roving eyes as she came into the ring and gave them a polite bow. That was when Thorn decided to speak up, after a good round of biting her lip. ”Okay, fuck it. Too late to switch off?”

Rose chuckled and shook her head  as she pushed out the corner, swaying her hips and shashaying her way to the center of the ring. ”Too late.”

”You’d look hotter in this swimsuit.”

”Too late. True, but too late.”

”Ugh, fine!” Thorn threw up her hands and came over between them. ”Just for the record, though? If she beats you, you are so never living it down.” She threw Sakura a fun, flirty wink before turning back to Rose. “Gonna ride you till your deathbed, trust me.”

That wasn’t the least bit surprising. If Rose lost a match like this, in her own club, it would be a crippling humiliation, one that she couldn’t recover from for years. That was a remote possibility, she was certain, but one to keep in mind all the same. Extra incentive to come out on top, in more ways than one.

Her gaze shifted to Sakura, looking her up and down for a moment, keeping her face stoic and calm. The only hint of something deep was a small, vulpine smirk and the slightest dip in her brows. ”Very well. Let’s begin.”

Instead of going into her stance, she waited for Thorn to give the signal, and...just stood there. Hands on her hips, towering over her opponent. Unmoving. Silent. Waiting.

Sakura was discomforted and aroused in equal measure by the manner in which her opponent and the supposedly-neutral referee were talking about her, acting as if she was a piece of prime steak just waiting to be gobbled up. It was obvious that Rose intended to make the most of her expected victory, and she doubted that the girl would show her much in the way of mercy or kindness. Part of her was horrified at the thought, but another part, hidden deep down, was excited by the idea of being the professional dominatrix's prisoner. But, regardless of her feelings or the fact that the odds were heavily stacked against her, Sakura intended to put up a good fight. If Rose wanted to enjoy Sakura's body, she would have to work for it.

As her opponent approached the centre of the ring, Sakura maintained her defensive stance, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks as the girl looked her over once again, clearly excited by what she saw. The way that these two were treating her felt so humiliating, particularly since she knew that their confidence was entirely justified, and that inside the hour she would probably be nothing more than a helpless toy for the attractive dominatrix to play with. And, yet, she was aroused by the thought, even as she feared the pain, humiliation and abuse they would inflict upon her.

Sakura's thoughts were interrupted when the referee finally gave the signal to start. Immediately, Sakura prepared herself for her opponent's attack, ready to react in the most appropriate manner to whatever move she made. But, to her extreme surprise, the girl simply stood there, hands on hips, looking down at her in a way that was presumably designed to be intimidating. But, Sakura did not allow herself to be intimidated, despite the fear she felt and the fact that the girl was a good six inches taller than her. Instead, she stared right back up at her opponent, a look of determination on her face, only tempered with a slight hint of fear.

But, despite her determination and Rose's completely inappropriate stance, Sakura wasn't going to allow herself to be drawn into making the first move. She was sure that her opponent was trying to lull her into a false sense of security, and would harshly punish any attempt she made. So, instead, she simply remained in her defensive stance, staring at her opponent and waiting for her to make an aggressive move. After all, every moment they spent staring at each other like this was a moment not spent suffering whatever pain and humiliation her opponent decided to inflict upon her.

Rose couldn’t read minds, but she hardly had to in order to guess what was going through Sakura’s at the moment, as the two of them faced off. Confusion? Yes, that would be natural. She was likely expecting the big, scary dominatrix to come at her hard right of the gate, thinking she would be aggressive and press her. Holding back like this would be a surprise, and she’d likely see it as an intimidation tactic.

Which it was. Clearly. But not just that.

Rose watched and waited as her opponent hung back, not moving in, and she considered what the moment meant. Sakura was small, young, but not foolish, well aware of the danger that was in front of her. Smart, this one. But how smart?

”Hm. You look a little nervous.” Rose crossed her arms, letting her chest spill over her forearms, and began to walk to the side. She was careful to stay just out of the attack range, looking at Sakura from the corner of her eye. ”Doesn’t she look nervous, Thorn?”

Thorn had retreat to the ropes off the side and was casually leaning up against them, her leering gaze fixed on Sakura. ”Just a little hesitant. Yeah.”

Rose wagged a finger Sakura’s way and nodded. ”Exactly. And she who hesitates-”

She interrupted herself in mid-sentence and bolted forward, closing the distance between them in a bold powerful stride. Her leg came up and shot out hard, as she attempted to plant her boot square in the middle of Sakura’s chest with a hard Push Kick, shooting her heel into her chest.

Sakura mostly ignored the conversation between Rose and her partner, instead focussing on the dominatrix's movements, trying to anticipate and react to whatever Rose would throw at her first. However, she was still listening and, when the girl began to wag her finger and started talking about hesitation, Sakura tensed herself, fully expecting Rose to strike when she finished the sentence.

Unfortunately, Rose didn't allow herself to complete the sentence, instead cutting herself off and moving to attack. Somewhat surprised by the timing, Sakura was unable to parry the powerful kick, and the girl's foot crashed straight into her chest. Letting out a cry of pain as the heel pressed into her soft mounds, crushing them, Sakura stumbled backwards with the force of the kick, barely able to maintain her balance, in no position to make any attempt to attack her opponent, nor to easily counter any attack she might make.

Rose wasn’t surprised that her attack landed. She’d been counting on the sudden stop to throw her opponent off guard, figuring that Sakura would get caught up in the words and not be expecting an attack in mid-sentence.

What did surprise her, however, was the reaction. Being frank, she thought for sure that blow would knock Sakura over.

It didn’t. Sakura was able to stay standing - barely, mind you, but she pulled it off when bigger opponents would’ve keeled. A small detail, not a problem, but one that could pop back later.

Rose wanted Sakura down, and she had good avenues to accomplish that. As her foe staggered, she came in low and closed in with open arms, dipping just beneath her radar. Rising up, she reached around the woman’s waist and wrapped her arms around that soft, welcoming body, pulling them close and tight. Chest mashed to chest, legs mingled, and for a hot second, Rose looked down into Sakura’s eyes with a longing gaze, looking down at her like they were the closest lovers.

Soft. Intimate. Brief.

Rose abruptly tightened her grasped, lifted Sakura off the mat, jerked back and sent her flying overhead with a catch-and-release version of the belly-to-belly suplex, sending her hurtling towards the center of the ring.

As Sakura stumbled backwards, her opponent bent down and rushed towards her, keeping herself outside of Sakura's eyeline until the last moment. Not that it would have mattered, since Sakura was too off-balance to put up anything more than a token defence. Instead, Sakura felt Rose's arms wrap around her, pulling her in tight, her luscious, barely-covered body pressing against Sakura's, causing a slight jolt of arousal to run through Sakura's body as Rose looked down at her longingly, treating her like an intimate lover.

However, the embrace lasted only a moment, before Sakura was launched over the girl's head, her back slamming painfully into the mat in the centre of the ring. Sakura rolled once before lying there momentarily, holding her back with a look of pain on her face. Realising the danger she was in, Sakura soon began to struggle to her feet, ignoring the pain shooting through her back as she did so. However, whether she would be quick enough to escape whatever Rose had planned next was another matter.

Thorn barely had the time to get out of the way as Sakura went through the air - she’d thought her partner was going for a bearhug, had almost forgotten how easily she could fling smaller women around. There were plenty of moves that Rose could do on her despite the sizeable build difference between them, so flinging around a lightweight like Sakura was child’s play.

It was just nice to see her partner in her element. Knowing full well that the suplex was only a small taste of what was coming Sakura’s way.

Rose popped to her feet, moving far faster than a woman in high heels had any right to, and wheeled around quick to see her opponent doing the same - or attempting, too, at least. Poor thing, struggling so hard.

”Here.” She stepped in and grabbed Sakura by the shoulder straightening her up. ”Let me help you.”

Rose lifted Sakura up just enough to expose her chest, then stepped in and swung her arm out like a whip, lashing Sakura’s sumptuous chest with a brutal knife edge, throwing her weight into the blow for that extra oomph.

Sakura's face fell when she saw her opponent approaching her, knowing that she had no hope of getting to her feet in time. Instead, Rose dragged her up slightly, mocking her as she did so, before swinging her arm directly into Sakura's ample mounds with great force.

Sakura let out a moan of pain as the arm connected with her chest, the harsh contact crushing the mounds painfully and smashing into the ribs underneath, winding the girl once again and sending her flying back to the floor, unless she was held up. Then, Sakura began to cough loudly, her breasts aching as she recovered from the painful attack, desperately trying to avoid whatever punishment her opponent had in mind next.