Sakura Matou Vs Asher Faulk

Things were really going in his favor now as he got himself behind her and slipped the first rope around her wrist and pulled it close. This was perfect, he was about to get her right into the first two minutes! Well at least that's what he thought until she yanked her other arm forward leaving him unable to grasp it as he reached out leaving him a bit unbalanced.

This wasn't good off balance now he couldn't really do anything to control her movements. He knew he should of worn her down more. As she turned around to face him it tugged on the end around her wrist and pulls him forward again keeping him off balance. Now he was in trouble as she was facing him and he was trying to get his footing back.

Sakura was extremely surprised that her desperate move had actually worked, having expected him to take account of the fact that she wouldn't simply stand there and let him restrain her without putting up the slightest hint of resistance. As such, she was momentarily caught off-guard when her efforts succeeded, and she found herself face-to-face with her opponent.

Having not expected such success, Sakura had not really planned out her next move. And, with him as close to her as he was, it would be difficult for her to fall back on her default strategy of using strikes. Instead, she attempted to wrap her arms around his waist. If this succeeded, then she would follow it up by lifting him off to the side and throwing him to the floor in a belly-to-belly suplex.

Unfortunately, though, in her haste, Sakura had forgotten that he still had hold of the rope tied around her wrist, a rope she could not easily loosen. Depending on how he acted, he might be able to use it to break out of her grasp, or he might just be able to pull her down with him and wrestle her on the floor, with the advantage that he could restrain her, whilst she could not do the same to him.

Coming face to face with Sakura had really shocked Asher, he wasn't a grappler or a striker, he was a high flyer so naturally he was already out of his element. So face to face with Sakura, his natural instincts here really didn't help me out. Instead his gears stopped working for a moment leaving Sakura an opportunity to actually turn this match around.

So he quickly found her wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close setting him up for something nasty. It was at this point he remembered though he still had a grip on a rope which was tight around her wrist. Realizing he had to act quick he moved to yank the rope off to the side and forward hopefully breaking the grip around his waist!

If he was able to do that he'd try to slide around her body yanking the arm behind her. His other hand quickly reaching out to grasp her other arm and pulling it behind her back and trying to loop the other end around her wrist and synch it in tight.

Just as Sakura prepared to launch into her throw, she felt him pull harshly on the rope wrapped around her wrist, tugging it away from her other hand and breaking her grip. Without the leverage that she had expected, her attempt to throw him failed completely, her hands simply slipping free, leaving him completely free to move as he wished.

It was an opportunity he didn't pass up. Whilst Sakura was still taking stock of the situation, her opponent quickly slid around her body, dragging her still-bound wrist with it. And, this time, Sakura was unable to react fast enough to prevent him grasping her other hand as well.

Oh, no! she thought as her hands were pulled behind her back, the rope looping around them.

Regaining her composure, Sakura began to struggle against his attack, but it was surely too late. Her hands were now firmly behind her back, and would soon be bound securely. And, then, for the next two minutes, she would be her opponent's prisoner, to be tortured and abused in whatever manner he wished.

This time it was too late he had her wrist right where he wanted it and the struggles were too little too late. This meant as he finished getting the rope secured she was tied up! A small buzzer went off declaring that she was bound and a timer clicked on for two minutes. It wasn't a lot of time the first time but he was going to make the most of it. He'd start off simple before working his way up with longer times. Some of the other items needed time to set up.

"Alright then, let's get this started. It's my first time doing stuff like this...but I'll figure it out I'm sure." Smiling he would pull Sakura over towards the dungeon that surrounds the mat and looks to untie her wrists and lift them up to bind them above her head to a small hook that would leave her suspended now. He'd crank it up making her get on her tip toes causing an ache on her arms and shoulder while keeping her on her tippy toes.

Moving away he went to grab a paddle with small holes in and smirks. "Alright, this is just to get things started. Basic for now. Walking back to her he had already burned some time getting her hooked up he didn't waste any time. THWACK THWACK THWACK! He slammed the paddle down right onto her ass making sure to get each cheek five times. Then moving to pull her suit up tigther to expose the bare flesh more before delivering another set of hard thwacks with the p as dale that whistled through the air.

As soon as she heard the buzzer indicating her successful capture, Sakura immediately ceased her struggling, allowing her opponent to do with her as he wished, as stipulated by the rules of the match. Her opponent's admitted lack of experience raised Sakura's spirits slightly, knowing that he would find it very difficult to break her but, nevertheless, she did not return his smile, instead looking back at him with a look of worry in her eyes, unsure of what torments he might inflict upon her.

Adrenaline coursed through Sakura's body as she was dragged off the mat and towards the dungeon surrounding it, a wet patch forming on her crotch as her body reacted to her utter helplessness. For the next two minutes, she would be his to do with as he wished and, as scary as that thought was, the feeling of being completely in the power of another person also turned Sakura on far more than she would like to admit.

Leaving the mat, Asher dragged Sakura over towards a hook which was hanging from the ceiling, before moving to untie her wrists and re-tie them around the hook. Despite the fear that she felt and the fact that she was momentarily unbound, Sakura did not make any effort to resist him, allowing him to bind her hands around the hook without difficulty. As apprehensive as Sakura was of the pain that was to come, her body was still reacting to the fact that she was now bound and helpless in front of a rather attractive man. The wet patch on her crotch was growing ever-larger, and her nipples had begun to harden, their aroused state clearly visible through the fabric of her outfit.

With her now bound to his satisfaction, Asher began to crank up the hook, stretching Sakura's arms painfully upwards and forcing her to stand on the tips of her toes. Sakura's hardening nipples rubbed uncomfortably against the fabric of her outfit, increasing her arousal and discomfort still further. Sakura began to let out moans of both pain and pleasure, her face turning slightly red with embarrassment as she realised that she was humiliating herself in front of the entire audience, not to mention her opponent. Then, with her raised to the correct height, he moved away, leaving her to stew momentarily in the pain and humiliation.

Moaning and writhing from both discomfort and arousal, Sakura watched as her opponent picked up a paddle from the toys on the wall, walking back to her with a comment about "getting things started". Sakura's heart began to beat ever faster, her fear and arousal growing still-greater as she awaited her first torture of the night.

Then, without delay, Asher slammed the paddle hard into Sakura's rear. The helpless girl let out a yelp of pain in response, her face screwing up from the discomfort. He struck again and again, five times in total, each one eliciting another moan of pain from the captive. By the time he was finished, Sakura's ass cheek was beginning to redden, becoming tender and sore in response to the beating it had received. Then, having finished with one cheek, he moved onto the other, giving it a similarly-painful beating with much the same effect.

By the time he was finished, a pained look was clearly visible on Sakura's face. However, as uncomfortable as it was, Sakura didn't really mind this kind of treatment. It was nowhere near enough to force her to submit and, in fact, despite the pain it caused her, a big part of her was actually turned-on by it. Her nipples were now fully hardened and clearly poking out of her top, and her clit was similarly hard. Meanwhile, the wet spot on her leotard was now clearly visible and quite large. All of which made Sakura feel extremely humiliated, her face soon turning almost as red as her rear.

But, there was still time remaining, and her opponent was not finished just yet. Sakura let out a moan of pleasure as her captor reached down to grab hold of the bottom of her suit, pulling it upwards and causing it to dig into her pussy and ass. The effect, however, was to leave her rear now fully exposed, a fact that caused Sakura further embarrassment.

Then, he slammed the paddle into her now-fully-exposed rear once more. With the outfit now out of the way and her ass sore from the previous beating, this one was considerably more painful than the last, and Sakura's moans intensified. Worse, every strike reddened her cheeks further, increasing their soreness and, as a result, also increasing the pain she felt. Soon enough, Sakura was feeling genuinely miserable, her face screwed up in agony and tears beginning to form in her eyes. Each strike drew a louder, more pain-filled moan than the last.

Yet, despite the significant pain she was now in, Sakura was nowhere near to submitting. She could take far, far more than this. Further, even as she moaned in pain, her body was still reacting positively to the torment, the wet patch on her crotch still slowly growing as her arousal intensified in response to the humiliation and helplessness she felt.

Asher wasn't sure what to expect from his opponent, especially when he got her hooked up. However the moans of pleasure coming from her as he hooked her up and stretched her out made him feel like maybe...his opponent really enjoyed stuff like this. Which meant, that he really had his work cut out for him this match. That suspicion was confirmed by her reaction to the paddling, sure it looked painful but seeing the growing wet spot on her crotch as he looked around her made him blush a bright red.

Shaking his head he smirks and reaches around to cup her wet crotch and rubs her firmly through the material trying to create some friction. "Enjoying yourself? Well don't worry, more where that came from next time and I'll get rougher." He was taunting her trying to get in her head even though it was just as embarrassing for him to say all this. With time almost up he moved to crank her back down.

Once she was down he unbound her hands and set her free giving her sore ass a smack with a small wink. Turning he headed back to the mats his face blood red as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Getting back on the mat he began stretching himself out as he waited for his opponent to come back and get restarted. The match started the moment she got on the mat and he surprisingly felt a bit tired after swinging that paddle so he was taking a moment to catch his breath.

Clearly intending to make the most of his alloted time, the strikes from the paddle came fast and hard. With each one, Sakura's moans of pain grew more and more intense as her rear reddened under the assault, the wet patch on her crotch slowly widening as her body reacted to being at the mercy of the rather-attractive man. As her torment continued, Sakura watched the clock slowly count down to the end of her torment, willing it on desperately.

Her punishment continued for close to the full two minutes until, with time running out, her captor finally stopped, causing Sakura to let out a sigh of relief, a little surprised that he had not used every last second available to him. His reasons became obvious, however, when he reached around and began to rub at her crotch, pressing the material down into her sensitive folds. Sakura moaned loudly, this time purely due to pleasure, her body reacting automatically to the erotic contact which had followed her torment.

Hearing his mocking words, Sakura's face began to redden. She had been tied up and beaten mercilessly, her ass was red and sore and, yet, despite the pain she had suffered, it was obvious to both of them that her body was excited and aroused by her situation. She was hurt, humiliated and miserable. And, yet, when he suggested the possibility of even rougher treatment in the future, the shudder that resulted was not caused solely by fear. Sure, given how painful the paddling had been, the thought of him being even rougher with her sent a chill down her spine. Yet, at the same time, the idea of being helpless and at his mercy excited and aroused her, her moans intensifying and the wet patch on her suit expanding noticably in response to the thought.

With the timer counting down rapidly to zero, Sakura's opponent soon stopped his ministrations, eliciting a small whine of disappointment from his captive at the sudden removal of the pleasant sensation, a whine that was quickly followed by a further reddening of her face as she realised what she had done. Then, he cranked her down, removing the discomfort in her hands and allowing her to fall back to her feet, her arms aching from the strain, before finally unbinding her hands, releasing her as the rules of the match required. However, he could not resist giving her sore, red rear one final slap as he walked back to the mat, causing her to let out a yelp as a jolt of pain ran through her body, her tender rear much more sensitive than usual.

With her opponent now on the mat and prepared, Sakura took a few moments to compose herself. Realising that her leotard was still wedged into the crack of her ass, exposing her nicely-reddened cheeks, Sakura's blush deepened slightly as she moved to tug it back into place, letting out a hiss of pain as the stretchy fabric pushed down on the sore flesh. Then, as she watched her opponent exercising, she realised she had another problem. Having not achieved release, she was still unbelievably horny. Her nipples were as hard as rock, poking out of her leotard in a manner that would be obvious to everyone watching, rubbing uncomfortably on the fabric. And, as she watched her rather-attractive opponent's preparations, she began to imagine herself at his mercy, being punished and fucked at his whim, causing another spike of arousal to run through her body.

Aware that the fight was now running again and that her opponent could attack at any time, Sakura moved back onto the mat. For a moment, she took up a defensive position, only to notice that her opponent was looking surprisingly tired. Deciding to take the opportunity, Sakura launched into an attack, rushing towards him, leaping into the air and launching into a drop kick. As she ran, however, Sakura's suit began to rub against her clit, nipples and sensitive folds, adding to her arousal. That, coupled with her continuing fantasies of being dominated, would ensure that she was extremely distracted, making her very prone to any kind of defensive move or counter attempt.