BDSM in the VIP lounge! Yvette vs. Sakura

When Sakura finally stopped her assault, Yvette was left in a pathetic heap, her hair a mess and chest and pussy bruised from the repeated stomps. Her face was red and moist, eyes still filled with tears of pain and humiliation. Her chest, while sore, was nowhere near as bad as her crotch, which pulsated with a deep soreness. The worst part wasn't the pain though, it was how Yvette knew she kinda liked the beating. Everyone could see that her pussy was sopping wet, soaking the ropes around her crotch and dripping a little onto the mats.

"... Never expected her to be such a painslut," Yvette heard someone in the crowd say. This was super embarrassing for the French beauty, as she recognized many of the people in the crowd, and many of them knew her quite personally as well.

Sakura was taking her sweet time finding ropes, which gave Yvette crucial seconds to recover. Even so, the pain flooding her body left her debilitated, and she could hardly even move, never mind get up and fight back. Someone in the crowd recognized this, and kicked one of the implements dotting the side of the ring towards her. It rolled over until it brushed up against Yvette's hand.

Yvette grabbed onto her weapon, realizing once she held it that it was a stun baton. A nasty thought crossed her head. She shifted her weight slightly, hiding the baton underneath her side so Sakura did not notice.

When her opponent came back, Yvette played dead, still lying on the mats in pain (which was not far off from the truth). It was only when Sakura bent over to flip her that she struck. The second Sakura was in range, Yvette's hand shot up, flipping the stun baton on to maximum power and plunging it right into Sakura's crotch. If her aim was true, it would hit Sakura right on her pussy, giving her a nasty jolt through the tip of her clit!

As Sakura searched for the ropes, the comments of the crowd and Sakura's own observations of Yvette's obvious arousal soothed her guilty conscience slightly. Whilst it did not in any way reduce the brutality of the beating or the fact that her opponent was clearly not enjoying it despite the arousal, Yvett's masochistic nature and the fact that the crowd seemingly knew her meant that she would hopefully at least gain some pleasure from the brutal gang-rape that would be inflicted upon her after defeat.

Once she had selected her ropes, she returned to her opponent, noting with relief that the girl seemed to still be completely immobilised by the pain, allowing Sakura to easily restrain and defeat her without needing to hurt her any further. The ropes continued to chafe against Sakura's body with every step, rubbing against her sensitive pussy and breasts, arousing her still further. By now, her pussy was damp, and her clit and nipples were becoming harder and more sensitive.

Having been far too focussed on her search to take any notice of what Yvette had been doing in the interim, Sakura knelt down near the girl's torso without fear or hesitation, her legs spread slightly to minimise the discomfort caused by the ropes. Then, with a rope in hand, she prepared to roll her over and end the fight as a contest without even considering the possibility of retaliation. As a result, when Yvette lashed out with her weapon, Sakura was caught completely off-guard, allowing her opponent to score a direct hit, one of the prongs sinking deep into the girl's sensitive clit, whilst the other dug into her wet folds, sending an agonising shock right into Sakura's most sensitive region, her own juices helping the electricity to flow.

In response, Sakura let out an almightly scream, her face contorting with agony. Having been caught completely by surprise, she instinctively dropped the rope that she was holding and made a desperate attempt to pull away from her opponent's attack. Unfortunately, though, Sakura had not considered the possibility of retaliation, and her current position, kneeling in front of the girl with her legs spread invitingly, made it difficult for her to do more than sink her ass down onto her heels, a position which, if her opponent was paying attention, would provide only momentary respite from the pain.

Assuming that her opponent reacted to her efforts to avoid the pain by simply following her movements, the combination of the burning pain in her crotch, her limited mobility and the shock at being attacked unexpectedly would leave Sakura essentially incapacitated for the time being. The pain being inflicted on her made it almost impossible to think, or even to control her body properly. Instead, all she could do was scream and writhe in agony, the cheers and mockery of the crowd ringing in her ears as tears began to form in her eyes. Worse, like her opponent before her, Sakura's body was reacting to the humiliation and pain being inflicted upon her. Her clit and nipples were now rock hard, and her pussy was soaking wet, just like Yvette's.

However, Sakura was strong-willed and used to pain, so her incapacitated state would not last for long. Unless Yvette took some measures to prevent it, Sakura would eventually come to her senses. Fighting the pain coursing through her body, she would attempt to reach out and grab hold of the middle of the baton, intending to force it away from her crotch, giving her time to make a more permanent escape.

For retaliation for all the pain she had suffered, Yvette drove the baton in as deep and as hard as she could, holding down the button to shock Sakura's clit for as long as possible. Sakura wasn't even trying to get away, as she was on her knees straddling Yvette the girl could merely sink down and curl up to try and protect her most sensitive nethers. Unfortunately for her Yvette had already gotten in deep, and that wasn't going to do anything to stop the shock. The poor girl's screams did start making Yvette feel a little bit bad, though not nearly enough to make her want to stop.

"C'est ça que tu viens, oui?" Yvette said, taunting Sakura by asking her if this was what she wanted, "You want to fight rough? This is what you get!"

Yvette could tell that though Sakura was in unbelievable pain, she was enjoying it as well. Her nips were rock hard and there were some juices dripping down the sides of the baton, making it feel slick in her hands. "And you're getting off on this too? You little painslut," Yvette said, though she was hardly one to talk.

The French girl planned to torture Sakura as much as possible with the stun baton, however her plans were cut short when suddenly the sparks stopped flying. Yvette was confused for a moment, pressing the button a few more times, before realizing the baton was dead.

"Only one charge in the stun batons!" one of the VIPs yelled, "For fairness!"

Yvette shot the man a withering look. Still, it looked like Sakura was going to be in serious pain for the time being. The French beauty was still underneath Sakura, and her opponent was completely defenseless above her. Yvette tossed the baton aside, then with each hand grabbed onto Sakura's hanging tits roughly, squeezing them tight and digging her fingers hard into the mounds of soft breast-flesh.

"Let's see if these breasts are just for show, or if they're actually useful for something!" Yvette taunted, "Je veux une verre du lait!"

Sakura screamed and writhed in agony as her sadistic opponent pressed the baton into her clit, showing her absolutely no mercy. As she screamed and the crowd cheered, Yvette attempted to taunt her. The first sentence, in a language that Sakura did not speak and barely even recognised, went straight over her head. However, the second part got the message across clearly enough. This torture was payback for the cruelty she'd inflicted upon Yvette earlier. A sentiment she could understand, even if the agony currently coursing through her most sensitive region left her pretty short of sympathy for her opponent.

As Sakura continued to writhe in agony, her compromised position leaving her unable to back away from the baton that was pressed into her cunt, Yvette continued her taunting. This time, she took aim at Sakura's obvious arousal, an observation which very much hit the target, causing Sakura to blush with humiliation. After all, she was aroused by this torture, even if she was most certainly not enjoying it. Even so, it was rather hypocritical of her opponent to make such a statement and, through her pain, Sakura decided to respond, making a mental note to turn the tables on her opponent later if she managed to win this fight.

"A..and y..you a..aren't?" she replied through her screams of pain, trying deperately to win back some sliver of initiative from her opponent.

Aware that her opponent clearly had no intentions of stopping the torture and that she could not simply move out of the way, Sakura had begun to focus on working through the pain to strike back at Yvette when, to her extreme surprise, the electricity coursing through her tortured pussy suddenly just stopped. Her tear-filled eyes widened in surprise as the girl pressed the button to no avail, before a helpful spectator called out to her, informing them both that the baton was out of charge.

Glad to be free of the agony, Sakura sighed with relief. However, with her clit and cunt still aching from the torture that had been inflicted upon them, she was not currently in any position to react, needing a little time to recover from the agonising torture she had been subjected to. As such, her opponent was able to reach up and grab hold of her ample mounds, squeezing them harshly and digging her fingers in deeply. Sakura let out moans of pain as the girl's hands tortured her breasts, her face screwing up once more. But, the agony was nowhere near as intense as it had been before and, as a result, Sakura was able to recover her composure and launch into an attack of her own.

"At least I have breasts!" she replied, mockingly, before launching her fist straight at her opponent's face.

Taking advantage of her dominant position, Sakura lay into her opponent, her fists aiming for the girl's face over and over until she reacted. Then, once the girl had attempted to defend herself, Sakura would change her target, aiming for the girl's torso and, in particular, her small but still sensitive breasts.

As Yvette squeezed and tortured Sakura's breasts, she found some time to tease and taunt the girl. "I do enjoy this ma chérie," Yvette said, "Pain is pleasure once you accept it, a lesson you will learn tonight!" She dug her fingers in hard, giving Sakura's breasts a wrenching twist, her surprisingly strong hands digging deep enough into Sakura's bountiful breasts to leave angry red streaks where her fingers were.

"Now, where's my milk?" Yvette asked, "Don't make me work any harder to-"

She was suddenly cut off when Sakura's fist slammed into her face, smashing into her left cheek. That blow was enough to snap Yvette's head sideways, forcing the French girl to release her torturous grip on Sakura's breasts. She was stunned from the attack, unable to defend herself as Sakura rained down more punches on Yvette's much flatter chest!

"Gah! Ahh!" Yvette gasped when Sakura landed two punches, one on each tit, sending jolts of pain through the French girl's body as her budding milker's got crushed underneath hard knuckles. That knocked some sense back into the French girl's head.

"You bitch!" Yvette snarled as she struck back. She swung both her arms upwards hard, aiming to smash them into the sides of each one of Sakura's tits, driving them together and then digging her knuckles in deep to do some real damage!

Yvette's commentary about the similarity of pleasure and pain struck a chord with Sakura. She already knew of her own submissive and masochistic tendencies and, whilst she was more aroused by the helplessness and humiliation than by the actual pain, she couldn't deny that the pain was a definite turn-on as well. Even so, whilst it was certainly a turn-on, that didn't mean that she actually enjoyed severe pain of the kind that the sadistic woman was currently inflicting upon her breasts. As such, she screamed and writhed before launching her counter-attack.

Sakura smirked as her fist connected with Yvette's face, cutting off her mocking commentry mid-sentence and forcing her to release her painful grip on Sakura's breasts. The attack worked perfectly, stunning the girl and leaving her flat chest completely open. With all the sympathy she had previously had for her opponent having been replaced with a desire for vengeance for her still-aching cunt, Sakura attacked with full force and, as Sakura's fists connected with her tiny breasts. the defenceless girl let out a very satisfying gasp of pain.

Intending to press her advantage, Sakura aimed another punch for the girl's chest. However, just before Sakura's fist struck its target, Yvette launched an attack of her own, slamming both fists directly into the side of Sakura's breasts, crushing them. In response, Sakura let out a loud scream, and instinctively pulled back her other hand, cradling her sore, bruised breasts. The pain that Yvette had inflicted on her was intense and, whilst it was not going to prevent her fighting, she certainly did not desire to feel much more of it. Yet, at the same time, Sakura's body had reacted to the assault with further arousal, the ropes that were pressed into her cunt dripping with her fluids. The constant abuse and the rubbing of the rope on her clit and pussy had made Sakura unbelievably horny, and she desperately wanted some kind of release.

Determined to stop the assault, Sakura began to target Yvette's face once more, punching with her free hand. At the same time, with arousal and pain clouding her mind, Sakura considered her next move. She was still very much in an advantageous position, but she didn't want yet more torture inflicted on her poor, abused breasts and, besides, she needed to restrain her opponent in order to win. So, recognising that her primary goal had to be to put her opponent's arms out of action, Sakura attempted to grab hold of the girl's wrists and pin them to the floor, using her positional advantage to hopefully defeat Yvette's extra strength.

If this worked, Sakura would shuffle forward, pinning the girl's upper arms to the ground with her legs. As she moved, the ropes would rub against her swollen, sensitive pussy once more, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure. The combination of the residual aching in her clit, the developing bruises on her breasts, the action of the ropes and the compromising position of her opponent was driving Sakura's arousal to new heights. With her thoughts clouded by lust, Sakura saw an opportunity, and shuffled forward further.

"Since you seem so interested in my pleasure, why don't you show me what real pleasure is? If you make me cum, I'll go a little easier on you when it's time for your punishment", she would say, before leaning back, leaving her cunt hovering just above her opponent's mouth, the girl's arms still pinned in place by Sakura's calves and thighs.

Then, whilst her opponent hopefully pleasured her as she desired, Sakura would reach down and grab hold of the rope that she had previously dropped. With her opponent rendered immobile, she would move to loop the rope around one wrist, tying it tightly in place. Then, she would attempt to move onto the other wrist, pulling the rope as tight as possible before wrapping it around the wrist, leaving plenty of rope at the end for use in tying the two hands together. Once that was done, Sakura would relax, letting the girl do her work as she considered how to solve the more difficult problem of pulling her opponent's wrists together without giving her the opportunity to escape.

The vicious breast strike made Sakura recoil in pain, which gave Yvette the respite she needed. The punch to her face still had her rattled, and extra blows to her breasts had hurt even more than the stomps before. Bruises were forming on Yvette's soft white skin, primarily concentrated around her abused breasts. Though Yvette was a painslut, the roughness she was experiencing during this fight was truly testing her limits.

Even though she needed the rest, Yvette knew that while Sakura was on top of her she couldn't leave the girl alone for long. She took a deep breath, preparing to strike again and batter the girl with her fists. However, Sakura struck before she could, punching her again in the face, rattling her head even more. Yvette could feel her cheek bruising up as well, hoping that it didn't mess up her face too much. She could also taste a bit of blood in her mouth from where her teeth cut the inside of her cheek.

Yvette could only lie back, panting in pain as Sakura moved up her body, pinning her arms down preparing to mount her face. The proud French girl refused at first to lick Sakura's sodden pussy, but considering the rather helpless position she was in, she could hardly refuse. Sakura was practically riding her face at this point after all.

When she felt Sakura grabbing her arms to try and tie a rope around her wrists, she knew she had to act. Biting back her pain and humiliation, Yvette first licked meekly at Sakura's pussy, her tongue licking the girl's folds and teasing out her clit. She played submissive, trying to make Sakura drop her guard.

As Sakura tightened the rope around her wrists, Yvette attacked. With Sakura's pussy and clit in her mouth, the French girl had a perfect target. Yvette bit down, her incisors digging deep into Sakura's labia and clit. She held for a second before releasing, not wanting to actually cause lasting damage, but definitely hoping to make Sakura squeal. She would then push up with her shoulders, twisting to the side, hoping to force Sakura off of her while the girl was overwhelmed by the pain from her bitten sex.

As she moved to tie Yvette's hands, Sakura was disappointed by the girl's apparent refusal to eat her out. Still, as much as she would like relief now, if her opponent would not provide it, then she would just have to take her frustrations out on her after her victory.

"Oh, so you want to be punished, then? I suppose I should have expected as much...", Sakura said.

However, to Sakura's relief, the girl seemed to change her mind, leaning in and beginning to lick at her folds. Sakura shuddered with pleasure at the girl's ministrations, her clit becoming rock hard from the stimulation as she rode Yvette's face whilst slowly moving to tie her opponent's hands.

With how horny she was, it did not take long for Sakura to lose herself completely in the sensation, her moans becoming louder and louder as she bucked against Yvette's face, enjoying the sensation of thoroughly dominating her opponent. But, unfortunately for Sakura, just as she tightened the rope around Yvette's wrist, the pleasure suddenly turned into a blinding pain as the girl launched her attack, biting down hard on Sakura's rock-hard clit and sensitive folds, holding them in an agonising vice-like grip for a second before pulling back. Completely stunned by the attack, Sakura let out a scream of agony, her hands moving to rub her tortured cunt as she lifted her body upwards, safely out of range of the girl's sharp teeth.

"Aaaaaaahhh! Y..you bitch, you bit me!"

Stunned by the attack and with her pussy aching painfully, Sakura was completely unprepared for Yvette's follow-up, and soon found herself tumbling to the mat, her dominant position over her opponent now completely gone. Still in pain, Sakura lay there for a few moments, rubbing her tender pussy to try to soothe the agony, only to find herself moaning with pleasure, the pain that had been inflicted upon her acting like an aphrodisiac in combination with the action of the ropes and her existing arousal. With her body still aching, it would take a little while for Sakura to be able to scramble back to her feet. However, her resiliant nature would ensure that Yvette would not have all that long to press her advantage.

Sakura seemed to really enjoy herself as she rode Yvette's face. It made it all the more satisfying to the French girl when she finally bit down and made Sakura screech in pain. That gave her the opening she needed to turn the tables, forcing Sakura off and finally getting out from underneath her opponent. Yvette pushed up to a sitting position, one hand wiping her face to clean off her own spit, blood, and Sakura's juices, while the held her up.

Seeing Sakura rubbing her pussy, Yvette actually felt bad for a moment, wondering if her bite had gone too far. Then she realized that her opponent's moans were of pleasure, not pain. Her pity turned to disgust, as Yvette was shocked that Sakura actually felt pleasure from getting bitten like that.

"You really are a little painslut," Yvette said, shaking her head.

It looked like Sakura was incapacitated for the time being though, giving Yvette an opening to really turn the tables. From the start of the match she had been beaten up pretty badly, with a sore pussy from vicious stomps, bruised up breasts, and now a cheek that was just beginning to swell. It was payback time.

Yvette got up and strode over to Sakura, giving the girl a sharp kick on her back to flip her over onto her front. She would then sit down on the small of Sakura's back, planting her plush ass right on the curve of Sakura's spine to make sure she wasn't going anywhere. Yvette then took the rope that Sakura had conveniently tied around one of her wrists, looping the length around Sakura's neck, and then pulling backwards hard, attempting to use the rope to strangle the poor Japanese girl!

"This is your punishment for being such a naughty girl!" Yvette declared. She would pull for a few seconds, then loosen up to give Sakura a chance to breathe, then pull back again. Her goal wasn't to strangle her to the point where she passed out, but rather to torture her and ensure that Sakura could feel every moment!

Still writhing in pain from the bite and rubbing her sore pussy, Sakura glared back at her opponent through watery eyes. Whilst her body was certainly reacting to the pain, that did not mean that she was enjoying the abuse, and her opponent's hypocrisy was only adding to her annoyance. If she won this fight, her opponent was in for some serious punishment. And, given that she suspected that her opponent was thinking much the same way, Sakura was determined to win and avoid a punishment of her own.

As such, Sakura was desperate to get back to her feet and back into the fight as soon as possible. Unfortunately for her, though, her body had other ideas. With the ropes rubbing against her and the soreness of her crotch, every movement was agony and, as such, she was able to make only very slow progress. As a result, her opponent had plenty of time to stroll over to her and, using a harsh kick, force her onto her front.

Sakura continued to attempt to struggle to her feet, but before she could make any progress of note, her opponent had seated herself directly on Sakura's back, pressing her to the floor and leaving her utterly helpless. Sakura's eyes widened in horror as Yvette began to wrap the rope around her neck, and her desperate but futile struggles intensified.

"N..no, s..stop", Sakura begged, worried that her opponent intended to kill her right here in the arena.

Ignoring Sakura's pleas, her opponent pulled the rope tight, leaving Sakura gagging and gasping desperately for air, her eyes wide with fear. To her relief, though, her opponent soon loosened her grip, allowing Sakura to take a deep breath, only to tighten the rope once more. The process repeated over and over, Yvette loosening the rope just long enough to allow Sakura to get in a gasp of breath before tightening it again.

As the cycle continued, Sakura's throat began to burn, her breaths becoming deeper and deeper as Yvette tortured her mercilessly. Trapped on her back as she was and with her strength limited, Sakura had little means to escape this predicament. The best she could do was to reach up and attempt to grasp her opponent's hands and the rope that was being used to torture her, so that was what she did, trying to take control of the rope and prevent it from being used to strangle her.