Sara vs Ryu: Play Time

"Aw, you stuck you're hands there! Do you have enough strength to pry out? Or are you going to do something else?" Sara would tease, letting him think she meant to caress her thighs, but if he could hold off long enough with his hands, he could squeeze his head out.

Stuck in Sara's velvet-like vice, Ryu started to reward her thighs with suggetive strokes from his trapped hands, at the same time giving a sweetl lick to her warm mound.
If she was distracted enough with pleasure, he would then try to slip his head out of her hot headscissors. If his escape worked, he would then roll away, trying to catch his breathing, feeling a bit weakened by Sara's mighty and seductive thighs.

Sara had been distracted, and had known that Ryu slipped out of her hold, panting in pleasure as she stood up with her whip. She would then try to whip out her whip to wrap it around Ryu's neck, if it worked she would tug and start to walk Ryu around like a little puppy!

Ryu had just enough time to take a much needed gasp of air, when Sara's whip captured him and he was dragged along by the amused mistress, which strenght was huge thanks to her technological devices.
"Nhhh.. l-let..m-me go...", he groaned in protest, trying to resist which was making the whole thing more fun for Sara: with Ryu weakened by the prolonged headscissors, she could easily prevail, having her prisoner crawl after her while she walked him around, forcing him to follow the sultry steps of her high-heeled boots closely, and the crowd was loving it.

"Thaaattsss right, keep begging! You sound so cute this way! If you scream, well that will just turn me on!" Sara would say, pulling him up to her and would attempt to kick his ribs, before walking around again.

"UNGHHHH....!!" Ryu groaned loudly at her painful kick, then being forced to follow again while she was parading with him.

"D-Damn... i'm not your dog..", he said, rolling and trying to get up on his feet.
He was still trying to resist but with Sara's whip wrapped around his neck restrainting his breathing, his strenght levels were low, while he grabbed the whip with a hand and pulled, trying to ease the suffocating pressure for a moment.