BDSM in the VIP lounge! Yvette vs. Sakura

When Yvette first started tieing Sakura's legs together, it seemed the girl was far too exhausted to fight back. But then Sakura stirred and started kicking. Yvette was barely able to tighten the ropes in time before Sakura kicked out, quickly pulling the multiple figure-8 loops tight to bring Sakura's ankles together. Even then, her opponent was still struggling, making it difficult for Yvette to tie in the finishing touches upon the knot.

"Geez, stop struggling!" Yvette complained as she tried to hold Sakura's legs down, "You're only making it worse for yourself!" She pulled the rope tighter, digging it into Sakura's ankles to emphasize her point.

Still though, it was an inevitability that Yvette would tie Sakura's legs together, even if the busty purple-haired painslut was making it difficult. Yvette looped the rope around one last time and tied in a knot, firmly binding Sakura's ankles. After checking to make sure she wouldn't be able to break the knot, Yvette finally let her feet drop back to the ground.

"Got you now!" Yvette said, "Now its time for your hands. Don't move OK?"

With her rope all used up, Yvette had to go find some more. She got up off of Sakura, heading to the side of the ring where she would dig through to find some rope as quickly as she could. She didn't want Sakura getting any ideas about untying herself, after all!

A look of astonishment formed on Sakura's face in response to Yvette's demand that she stopped struggling. Did the girl really think she would just give up that easily? What the girl would do to her if she won was far, far worse than the minor discomfort that was inflicted upon her as "punishment" for struggling.

"What, you think I'm going to just let you tie me up and torture me?" she replied, ignoring the pain of the ropes digging into her ankles as she intensified her attempts to escape.

The crowd cheered as Yvette continued her work. A few of them were rooting for Sakura, impressed by her resilience, but by far the majority were willing on Yvette, impatient to get their hands on the purple-haired beauty that was her opponent. Already, many of them were fantasising about the ways they would torture and abuse the helpless girl, and some were even calling out suggestions for tortures they would inflict upon her, causing Sakura to shudder with fear.

Despite Sakura's desperate struggles, her feet were soon securely bound. She knew, now, that she was surely going to lose the battle and suffer torture and rape at the hands of Yvette and the sadistic VIPs watching on, but, even so, she was not willing to give up so easily. In order to bind her hands, Yvette would need to get more rope, and that gave Sakura one last opportunity.

Hearing the girl's words, Sakura would appear to acquiesce, trying to lull the girl into a false sense of security, only to begin her struggles anew the moment Yvette turned to walk away. But, her situation was dire. First, she had to roll over onto her back, then she had to lift up her feet and reach down to the rope that was restraining them, attempting to untie the tight knot. It was an extremely difficult task, one made even harder by the constant rubbing of the ropes against her sensitive body, simultaneously both arousing and uncomfortable and the unhelpful adrenaline that was running through her body in response to the desire to escape. Even so, she would slowly begin to work the rope free but, unless her opponent really took her time, Sakura knew that it was unlikely to be fast enough to save her from the horrible fate that awaited her.

"Oh I won't be the one doing the torturing," Yvette responded as she continued to tighten the ropes, "That's their job. I'm just the one that has to prepare the sacrifice!"

Indeed, the crowd of VIPs was starting to get quite unruly. Though they had gotten a good show filled with violence and sexual humiliation (just the way they like it!), they were eager to be done with the appetizer and move on to the main course. And they were quite vocal, letting Yvette know they demanded service.

"Come on Yvette! Finish her already!"

"Yeah! I want a piece of that bitch!"

"Alright alright!" Yvette said, "Un moment, s'il vous plaît ! She will be ready very soon!"

Yvette didn't take nearly as long as Sakura to find a suitable rope. She basically grabbed the first thing she could find, which wasn't even a proper rope but rather a belt. Whether she tied Sakura with a rope or belt probably didn't matter, she thought, and it definitely wouldn't matter to the thirsty crowd.

When she turned back to Sakura though, she saw the girl tugging at her knot, slowly but surely undoing it. "Bête !" Yvette swore, "Stop that you naughty girl!"

Yvette quickly rushed back towards Sakura, hoping to stop her before she ruined all of her hard work. The French girl folded the belt in her hand as she came back, raising it up and swinging it downwards to whip the poor tied-up Japanese beauty, first on her hands to make her let go, then once across each breast as punishment for even trying to escape! Yvette would then kick Sakura in the chest to throw her back onto her back, before sitting on the girl's chest, grabbing her hands to begin tying them together!

Sakura was extremely surprised by Yvette's statement, having fully expected the sadistic girl to get fully involved in her torment. Still, as the shouts of the increasingly-excited VIPs made clear, Yvette's lack of involvement would not in any way reduce the brutality of her punishment. Fully aware of this, Sakura struggled her hardest to free herself but, unfortunately for her, Yvette was not fooled by her fake submission, and simply picked up the first thing that could be used to restrain someone. As a result, by the time she returned, Sakura had barely even started untying the knot, leaving her completely unable to escape or fight back.

As Sakura saw Yvette returning, her heart sank, aware that her fate was now sealed. Nevertheless she struggled desperately to free herself, only for her opponent to fold the belt and slap it down on Sakura's frantic hands. In response, Sakura yelped and instinctively pulled them away from the source of the pain, only to immediately curse her own foolishness at giving up her last chance of avoiding defeat. Before she could attempt to rectify her mistake, however, Yvette swung the belt again, this time aiming for Sakura's sensitive breasts. The belt smacked directly into her rock-hard nipple, causing her to let out a scream of pain, her face screwing up in agony. Another smack followed, this time to her other breast, eliciting another scream from the unfortunate girl.

Instinctively, Sakura moved her hands to cover her sensitive mounds, rubbing them to soothe the pain and that gave Yvette the chance to kick Sakura over onto her back, bringing the girl further pain in the process, before pulling Sakura's hands behind her back and beginning to tie them with the belt. At first, Sakura struggled desperately against her opponent's efforts, but she quickly realised that it was futile and, deciding not to waste any more time and energy, she simply went limp, submitting to her inevitable defeat.

The crowd cheered as they watched on, clearly excited by what would come next. Sakura, meanwhile, was absolutely terrified. The crowd had already made their sadistic tendencies clear, and even if Yvette herself was not going to be involved, she was sure that she would suffer extreme pain and humiliation at their hands, not to mention rape. Yet, as frightened as Sakura was, her body was still reacting to the situation. As Yvette tied Sakura's hands, her body began to heat up with arousal, her juices flowing freely between her legs. Even if she wasn't looking forward to the torture, humiliation and rape that would follow, her body certainly seemed to be excited by it, at least a little bit.

It had been quite a hard fight, but as Yvette finally felt Sakura giving in and accepting her fate, she let out an internal sigh of relief. Her opponent, though supposedly a creampuff, had given her one hell of a rough fight. Yvette's pussy was still sore from the stomping she received, and her breasts obviously bruised from the vicious beating. She could feel her cheek swelling a bit as well, the adrenaline draining from her body allowing her to feel every bit that hurt.

All of this only served to make Yvette mad. Sakura was supposed to be an easy fight, an easy win. The only reason Yvette agreed to this was that she thought it would be a fun and sensual match, and her opponent had to go and turn it into a vicious catfight. Well, now Sakura lost, and she was going to suffer the consequences.

"C'est d'accord ?" Yvette asked the crowd as she finished tying Sakura's hands together with the belt. Their cheer of yes was not only due to them thinking Yvette had convincingly won, but also because they just wanted to get it on with the beaten girl already. "Bon ! Tout le monde, c'est le temps pour le punishment !"

Yvette got up off of Sakura, grabbing the girl roughly by the hair. Several members of the crowd were already eagerly awaiting, undoing their belts as they prepared to punish Sakura. Yvette waved a hand at the VIPs sitting closest, who consisted of several of the AFW managers and top executives, as well as officials from the government, police, and a few very wealthy folk who paid for this event.

"Alright everyone, please line up!" Yvette said, "We will first be using Sakura's mouth. Try not to bust your load too quickly!"

She then turned to Sakura, yanking her head up roughly to speak into the girl's ear. "If you bite, I will knock out your teeth," Yvette said, "If any of them complain about your service, I will personally make sure you never fight again. And if you try to pull anything funny business, well, let's just say disappearing will be the best thing that will happen to you!"

She dragged Sakura over to one smartly dressed man. "Monsieur, will you do the honors?" Yvette asked. The man nodded, almost drooling from desire. He quickly undid his pants, his smelly cock popping out right in front of Sakura's face.

"Now get to work!" Yvette said, forcefully pushing Sakura's head forward so that she began servicing her first VIP. She had a very long night ahead of her.

A look of resignation formed on Sakura's face as Yvette finished off tying her hands, making her defeat official. As usual, Sakura's complete lack of French knowledge meant that most of Yvette's sentence was meaningless to her, but even she could work out what the word "punishment" meant, and she shuddered slightly as she heard it, aware of the sadistic tendencies of some members of the crowd. Her body ached from the torture that had been inflicted upon it, yet she knew that would be nothing compared to what they would do to her now that she was defeated and helpless.

Not wasting any time. Yvette climbed off her beaten opponent and took hold of a good fistful of her hair, showing no concern for the discomfort she was causing the unfortunate girl. With her face still pressed into the mat, Sakura could not see what the men were doing, but she could hear the sounds of their belts being undone and their trousers unzipped, and she knew full well what they intended to do to her. Yet, despite the fear and humiliation she felt at being raped and tortured, her body began to heat up as she contemplated the thought of her bound and helpless body being used by all these men, causing her to blush with humiliation.

Having finished her preparations, Yvette spoke, informing both the crowd and Sakura herself of the girl's first punishment. With her hand still firmly gripping Sakura's hair, she pulled upwards, eliciting a small yelp of pain from the girl, and spoke into Sakura's ear, threatening her with dire consequences if she did not do as she was told. Even though Sakura knew that the girl could not actually prevent her from fighting again, she knew that her manager would take great pleasure in thinking up unbelievably cruel ways to punish her for failing to satisfy even a single one of these customers, and Sakura took that possibility very much to heart.

Having warned her captive, Yvette then used her grasp on Sakura's hair to drag her over to the first of her many tormentors, tears forming in her eyes as her scalp began to burn from the pain. Then, she pulled Sakura to her knees, leaving her staring directly at the cock of her first tormentor. Sakura recoiled slightly as the disgusting smell reached her nostrils, but she knew that she had no choice but to service him, and she began to steel herself for the task ahead. Unfortunately, though, Yvette had other ideas, immediately shoving her forward, pressing her face directly into the man's crotch, the smell now overpowering.

Not daring to resist the girl's demands, Sakura pulled back slightly and took the tip of his dick into her mouth, licking at it gently even as she wretched from the smell, the man's dick fully hardening in response to her attentions. Intending to ease herself into the disgusting task, Sakura slowly took the man's cock into her mouth, bobbing up and down, intending to let it gradually go deeper and deeper. Unfortunately for her, though, the man who she was servicing was in an impatient and sadistic move and, as soon as Sakura pulled back, he immediately moved to grab hold of the back of her head with his hands.

"Get a move on, bitch!" she said as he pushed hard on the back of her head, forcing his large cock straight down her throat.

Sakura gagged and coughed at the unexpected intrusion, but she could do nothing to resist. Intending to punish her for putting her own comfort first, the man held her in place until her lungs began to burn from a lack of air, her face screwing up in discomfort. Then, he pulled her head back roughly, giving her a second to gasp for air before forcing his cock down her throat once more. The man continued to violently fuck Sakura's throat, pulling her head forwards and backwards without the slightest hint of mercy, occasionally holding her in place for a few seconds, just to watch her suffer. The watching crowd voiced their approval as tears began to form in Sakura's eyes, her face contorted with pain and discomfort.

"Yes, that's more like it!" one of them called out.

"Look, the little whore is actually enjoying it", another one shouted, noticing the wet patch forming on the mat underneath Sakura. "What a slut!"

The bound girl blushed with humiliation at the man's words, knowing full well that there was truth to them. As much as she hated the pain, discomfort and helplessness, arousal was coursing through her body as it reacted automatically to the humiliation and domination being inflicted upon her.

Entranced by the sight in front of them, several of the waiting VIPs took hold of their cocks and began stroking them, openly masturbating to the sight of Sakura being abused. At the same time, several others moved towards the helpless girl, reaching down to grope her sensitive breasts, gently pinching her erect nipples. Meanwhile, most of the rest watched on with interest and arousal, excepting a small handful who had looks of concern on their face, as if they felt this whole thing was a little too brutal for their tastes.

The man who was face-fucking Sakura pulled back, taking a moment to listen to the humiliating moans that the captive girl was letting out in response to the groping. Then, he pulled Sakura's head back towards him, thrusting his dick down her throat once again and holding it there, enjoying the girl's desperate and futile attempts to suck in air. This time, he held her in place until he felt her desperate struggles weaken as she began to lose consciousness, only to pull back just in time, leaving Sakura gasping for air, her throat burning agonisingly and her head feeling light from the lack of oxygen.

"H..hey, was that really necessary?" one of the more reluctant viewers called out, clearly feeling a little uncomfortable with the brutal treatment being meted out to the helpless girl.

"No, don't worry, she likes it", one of the people playing with Sakura's breast said, before giving her nipple a harsh twist, causing Sakura let out a loud moan of pleasure-tinged pain.

"See?" he added. "Just look how wet she is."

Smirking sadistically, the man twisted her nipple again, just as the man who she was servicing forced his cock deep into her throat. Sakura's moan was muffled this time but, despite the pain, she knew she dare not bite down, Yvette's warning echoing in her mind. Even so, there was a hint of her teeth scraping against the man's dick as she reflexively reacted to the torture being inflicted upon her.

"Yes, you like it, don't you? Well, don't worry, there's plenty more pain to come later", the man playing with Sakura's breasts said.

"Hey, be careful, I felt her teeth a bit there. If you hurt her too much, she won't be able to control herself", the man whose dick was in Sakura's mouth replied.

With that, the two of them continued to torment Sakura, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and face-fucking her without mercy. The man was taking his time and savouring Sakura's pain and humiliation but, even so, the sight of the bound beauty being made to service him was so erotic that his arousal was rapidly growing, and it would not take long for him to cum. Meanwhile, the man playing with her breasts alternated between gentle, arousing touches and increasingly-harsh twists and pulls, timing the latter for when her mouth was free of the man's cock. As the torment went on, several more of the VIPs began to openly masturbate, before one, braver man knelt down next to the girl. Reaching for her crotch rope, he began to tug sadistically, pulling the rope upwards, the harsh rope digging painfully into her folds.

By now, Sakura was thoroughly miserable. Her throat was burning from the constant lack of air, her nipples were aching from the rough treatment and now, to top it off, her sensitive cunt was being tormented by the rope pressed into it. Her face was screwed up in agony, tears filled her eyes and she was constantly letting out moans and yelps of pain as the men tortured her in various ways. The whole situation was painful, humiliating and degrading and, worst of all, this was only the beginning, with far, far worse to come. Yet, despite all of that, her body was still reacting with arousal, her clit and nipples hardening, adding to the pain she felt, as the pool of juices on the mat grew ever-larger.

As the VIPs took over, Yvette took a step back, letting the men manhandle her poor opponent and force her to service them one by one. Sakura was gagging on cock, surrounded by men who felt her up, pinched her nipples, pulled on her ropes and tortured her sex. It was a really hot sight, making Yvette feel wet between her legs as well. A few of the VIPs were eyeing her hungrily, no doubt thinking that they could get a turn with the French girl, but they were quickly put off by a glare from the dominant French girl.

"Desole messieurs," Yvette said, "But I'm not on the menu tonight."

As most of the VIPs seemed engrossed in getting Sakura, Yvette took the chance to step out and get changed into something a bit more comfortable. Her own rope harness had been rubbing quite painfully across her body for some time, and now that the adrenaline from the match was starting to wear off, Yvette was really starting to feel it. She made her way through the crowd until she found herself in front of a door in the back, opening it and stepping inside.

Meanwhile the VIPs continued their assault upon Sakura. "H-holy shit! I'm gonna cum!" the man whose cock was deep in Sakura's throat suddenly let out a gasp as he released his thick, smelly load right into the girl's throat. His cock pulsated in Sakura's mouth, hips thrusting in deep as he forced the poor girl to drink all of it. However, it was so much that there was no way, as cum mixed with saliva dribbled out of the corners of Sakura's mouth.

After he came, the man slumped back in his chair, letting his now soft cock flop out of Sakura's mouth. She would get no respite though, as another man who had been waiting immediately came up to her face. "My turn!" he said gleefully, thrusting his cock at Sakura's mouth. Meanwhile, several others crowded around Sakura, their hands pawing at her body, grabbing, groping, and slapping whatever they could get their hands upon.

CRACK!

The sudden crack of a whip made all the men stop and turn their heads. What greeted them was an unexpected sight.

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"Sorry for interrupting your fun! But as the hostess, I have to make sure we keep this party under control!" Yvette said. Her new shiny dominatrix getup and the whip she held in her hands seemed to intimidate the VIPs a bit, many of whom began to back off from Sakura. The crowd parted ways to give Yvette the Dom a clear path towards her beaten opponent. The stiletto heels Yvette wore clicked as Yvette walked up to Sakura. She bent over slightly, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up to look into her eyes.

"Did you think I would leave you to handle all these men alone?" Yvette asked, her tone seemingly kind, sounding as if she was going to help Sakura. She stepped behind the girl, running her hands through her hair. But then suddenly Yvette's other hand shot out and pressed something over Sakura's mouth. It was a mouth gag with a ring on it, designed specifically to keep a girl's mouth open and unable to bite down when giving oral! Yvette pulled back harshly on the gag, tying it tightly behind Sakura's head, the straps digging into her cheeks.

"There! Now nobody needs to worry about getting their dicks bit off!" Yvette said, "Alright, who's next? Someone come fuck her face!" She then pointed at two VIPs she knew well. "Commissioner, Mr. President, would you two like to have the honors of taking being the first inside Sakura's pussy and ass?"

She stepped aside as two older men eagerly whipped out their johnsons, crowding behind Sakura to take her in both ass and pussy. Meanwhile, the man who was previously receiving oral stuffed his cock back into Sakura's mouth, going even rougher than before as he didn't have to worry about her biting anymore. Yvette meanwhile stepped to the side, switching out her whip for a cat-o-nine-tails that would be softer on Sakura's skin, not wanting to hurt her too much.

"This is for being such a bitch during our match!" Yvette said, swinging the whip down to smack it across the girl's back. Even though she wasn't supposed to be participating, she figured nobody would mind if she joined in a little on the fun.