Sakura Matou vs. Rose - Of Human Bondage

Such a sound when Rose’s chop lit Sakura’s chest on fire, landing her chop. It wouldn’t do any real damage to her opponent, she knew that, but that was hardly the point. It was punishment, pure and simple, and while she could’ve done the same thing with a whip, there was something so satisfying about inflicting the damage with her hands. Personal. Intimate. Deadly.

”And down you go. Again.” Rose sighed, her disappointment clear, and approached her fallen foe with hands on hips. The moment Sakura would try to sit up again, she would show her how pointless such a move was - up came her leg, then down it came, shooting her heel into the same lovely chest that she had just sliced into.

She pinned Sakura under her heel and leaned forward, gradually applying more and more of her weight to keep the pressure on. Her captive could likely get free if she tried - really tried - but would she? ”I do hope this isn’t the best you can do. I was hoping for something of a challenge - a small one, but a challenge.”

Seeing her clearly-disappointed opponent approaching, Sakura desperately attempted to recover enough to sit up. However, by the time she was able to do so, the girl was standing over her, looking down with her hands on her hips. And, when Sakura began to rise from her sitting position, Rose reacted by bringing her foot down hard into Sakura's chest, sending more pain shooting through her ample bosom and winding her once more. Sakura let out a grunt of pain and began to cough once more, struggling against the foot that was pinning her to the ground.

However, her struggles had no impact, and Rose began to press her heel down with greater and greater force, painfully crushing Sakura's breasts as she did so. Sakura lay there, her face contorted with pain, as her opponent spoke up, demanding more of a challenge. And Sakura knew that she was right. If she wanted anything better than this, she had to show that she was capable of fighting, of competing in matches that weren't just glorified torture sessions.

Still grimmacing from the pain of having her sensitive breasts crushed, Sakura considered her options. Nothing in her self-defence classes covered what to do when someone much stronger than you was pressing their foot down on your chest, but it surely couldn't be that difficult to escape. She just had to improvise.

After a few moments more, Sakura came up with a plan. She grabbed hold of Rose's foot with both hands, seemingly attempting to pull it up or to the side, away from her body. However, her true plan was different. After a few moments of futile tugging, Sakura suddenly pulled on the leg, using it as a brace to allow her to swing her legs upwards, letting out a grunt of pain as her actions put further pressure on her tormented breast. Then, she would attempt to wrap her legs around the leg that was pressing her into the ground, before swinging her own legs downwards, pulling Rose's own leg down with it.

If it worked, then the girl would surely end up tumbling to the floor, her leg trapped in between Sakura's with her foot still held in Sakura's hands. From there, the girl would attempt to pull her opponent's leg underneath her arm, trapping her in an ankle lock.

"Is this enough of a challenge for you?" she would say as she pulled on Rose's ankle, still grimmacing from the pain that had been inflicted on her chest.

Wrestling in high heels could be a pain, truly - after any match, Rose had to go home and give her ankles a real massaging, get the feeling back into them. She had to anticipate her every step, consider which moves would work and which wouldn’t, a constant mental game that dictated every step she took on the canvas, a never-ending balancing act.

But the pros outweighed the cons, in her mind. There was nothing quite like grinding her heel into someone’s chest, drilling them into the canvas. It was the perfect way to bring her domination to the ring, the sort of domination that she lived for, and it really helped when she had someone with the right body and the right look. The sort of victim that seemed tailor made to be dominated.

Somebody like Sakura.

The way she coughed, grunted, squirmed, writhed beneath her boot, that tortured mask of pain, the sensation of bones and flesh caving as she poured the pressure on - she had been here with other women, yes, but few were so delectable. Once she got her down, on the bed, all nice and vulnerable…

A pleasing thought, but one that would have to wait. The little one had a few tricks.

”Hm? Rose’s voiced her confusion for a moment, as Sakura came to sudden life and grabbed her ankle, pulling her to the floor with a few slick movements. She had to grind her teeth to keep from crying out as her ankle was wrenched, twisted in the tight hold. An impressive move, really, one that had taken her wholly off guard. ”It’s a start.”

As painful as it was, Rose was still far from helpless in such a position. Looking for release, she drew her free leg in, raised it up, and dropped her heel into Sakura’s leg, looking to stab her right on the kneecap with the point of her boot, giving her ample incentive to let the hold go.

Sakura smiled at her opponent's obvious discomfort, continuing to twist and wrench on Rose's leg, hoping to force her to submit or, more likely, call out for her to stop. But, before Sakura could achieve her goal, her opponent stabbed her heel straight into her kneecap, causing her to let out a yelp of pain. Unprepared for such an attack and unusued to fighting, Sakura instinctively released her grip on her opponent's leg and straightened out her own, making the leg lock much easier to escape.

However, whilst Sakura was not used to fighting, she was absolutely used to pain and, as such, she would be able to recover reasonably fast. If her opponent did not take the opportunity to escape quickly, she would find her leg once again in Sakura's grasp.

”Come on, Sakura! You’ve got this! Crank it!”

Rose threw a flat look at Thorn, silently chiding her tag team partner, as Sakura cranked the hold. She was just being playful, but what she’d said earlier was 100% true - she had no doubt that if, by some miracle, she lost this match, she’d join in with Sakura and help dominate her own partner. Not only would she stick to the rules, but it would be her idea of a fun time, and she’d suggest all sorts of things to help Sakura along. Not that such a fate would be the worst thing in the world - while she was a dominant, Rose was also a firm believer that a domme should never dish out punishment that she wouldn’t be willing to take herself.

Thankfully, that seemed to be a distant possibility as her gambit to escape the leglock worked perfectly. The kick didn’t make Sakura drop the hold, but it weakened a great deal, more than enough for her to reach down and pull her way free of the smaller woman’s grasp, scooting back on her backside.

Rose had an opening now, and there was no way she would let such an opportunity slip away. She pushed her way up to her feet in a crouch, then sprang towards her opponent with her legs tucked in, hoping to drive her knee into Sakura’s chest before she had a chance to rise fully. A wild, sudden move, looking to establish the pecking order in this match.

Sakura was rather surprised to hear her opponent's partner calling out in support of her as she cranked her opponent's ankle. She'd assumed that the girl would be extremely biased in her opponent's favour, but perhaps she would give her a fair chance after all. Unfortunately, though, Sakura's promising attack came to nothing, the heel strike to her kneecap forcing her to loosen her hold and allowing her opponent the opportunity to escape.

Sakura, realising that her strong position had been significantly weakened, did her best to retain her grip on Rose's leg and food, but to no avail. The girl was able to scoot backwards, before pushing herself up onto her feet. Sakura, recognising that she was in a vulnerable position, attempted to do likewise but, as she was on the way to her feet, her opponent struck once again, this time with a knee strike to the chest. Once again, Sakura's lack of experience showed, her slow reaction to the unexpected attack allowing Rose's knee to connect with her ample breasts, sending her flying back to the floor once again, her chest aching from the blow. Realising once again that she was in danger, Sakura did her best to ignore the pain and struggle to her feet, hoping she could manage to do so before her opponent could follow up on the strike.

Rose liked this one, she decided. She liked her a lot.

Oh, it was early in the match, perhaps too early to form a real opinion, but there was a spirit to Sakura that she found rather fascinating. She didn’t seem all that skilled, was clearly no expert in the ring, lacking in size and strength, but there was a determination in those eyes that she found rather exhilarating. Against a superior foe, she stayed brave. Didn’t falter. Of course, Rose had only just begun to push her, so that could change. But early prospects were promising.

Sakura rose quickly after the knee strength, showing her tenacity, but such a move wouldn’t be enough to rescue her, if that was the goal. Rose stalked after her as she retreated, closing in with long, bold steps, her chest thrust forward, proud and bold, a grim smile on her face. She waited for her foe to take couple of steps away, then rushed in to close the distance with a wild burst of speed, lashing out with a hard punch to Sakura’s chest. It would hurt, she was sure, but that wasn’t the main point - its real purpose was to push Sakura back and plant her in the corner, where she would be staying for a while if Rose had any say in the matter.

Which she did.

Fortunately for Sakura, this time she was able to get to her feet before her opponent could intervene. Less fortunately, however, the unprepared girl reacted to Rose's advance exactly as the girl had desired, stepping backwards repeatedly as she quickly attempted to take up a defensive stance, her body still aching from the punishment that had been inflicted upon it earlier.

Then, suddenly, her opponent rushed towards her, attempting to strike her chest with a punch. Being somewhat prepared for the attack, Sakura was able to parry it somewhat, but it still did enough to elicit a grunt of pain from the girl and, more importantly, to push her back into the corner, just as Rose had intended. Aware of the danger of the position but not able to do much in the face of her rapidly-advancing opponent, Sakura took up a defensive stance, covering her face, and prepared herself for the worst.

Sakura slid into a lovely defensive stance as found herself in the corner, and the sight of it made Rose smile for a couple reason. It was good to see that her opponent had decent instincts, for one - while she was clearly no professional fighter, she had been in the ring before, quite likely in a similar situation, and she knew the best way to conduct herself when put up against a wall. It was a passable guard, one no doubt born more from experience and less from instruction.

It wouldn’t work, she knew that, but that was the other reason for the smile - it gave her the opportunity to show off a few things.

Rose moved into range and went into a tight boxing stance. She wasted little time from there and lashed out, wailing into Sakura’s guard with jabs and straights in rapid succession, hammering away, left and right. They weren’t hard shots, not the best she could throw, but they were far from light blows, either. For the moment, she just wanted to test this woman and see how well she’d do under pressure, whether or not she could muster the fortitude to escape this corner.

If she failed, well...things would only get nastier.

Sakura was unsure how to counter the flurry of incoming blows, so she simply protected herself as best as she could, using her arms and hands to deflect or block most of the incoming attacks. However, Rose's attacks were coming in rapidly, so any attempt to counter them would likely result in her taking a much more severe blow. As such, Sakura was trapped, unable to escape the corner she'd been pushed into and lacking the experience or skill to know how best to escape this situation.

However, since Rose's attacks were probably doing as much damage to her opponent's fists as they were to Sakura, she saw no need to do anything more than continue to defend herself for the time being. So, Sakura simply bided her time, blocking the incoming attacks and waiting for the opportunity to launch a viable counter-attack.

"Is that all you can do?" she said, attempting to rile her opponent up and force her into a mistake.