The Tiger's Den

Zero Kotobuki alked through the halls of the Girl's Dorm, dressed her her normal wrestling out fit consisting of leotard and pads on her elbows and knees. Her body still sheened with perspiration from an earlier match she had just fought in the gym. Her face was a blank slate, her yellow eyes staring straight ahead. As she made her way to her room, many girls she passed congradulated her on her victory. How did they know she had won her match? Maybe it was that after-match victory glow she was projecting? Or maybe her lack of injuries. Or it might may have been because she was carrying her unconscious opponant over her shoulder.

After defeating Clyde Gastin 3/5 POW match in the gym, it was Zero's duty to take him back to her room and have her way with him. Not that Zero wanted to do such things. But if those were the rules, those were the rules. A light blush was on her emotionless face as she made her way past the other girls, who started teasing her about having fun with her 'prize'. It was with great relief that Zero made it to her room, and quickly closed and locked the door behind her.

Now in the comfort of her own room, Zero let out a sigh of relief. Her room was rather unremarkable, like most of the AFW lodgings. Just a simple bed on one end of the room, a desk in the corner, and a TV set up across from the bed. She added her own personal touch, several posters on the wall and some small workout equipment strewn about were just some of the things. Waling inside Zero first set down her gym bag on the floor before heading to her bed, where she would gently set Clyde down upon. Now that that was done, Zero relized just how sweaty she had become during the match. hat she needed was a shower. She glanced at Clyde, wondering if she should just leave him. Then again, it wasn't like he was going anywhere while he was tied up.

Shrugging, Zero went to her room's bathroom, closing the door behind her. She would then start to peel off her leotard, slipping the straps off her shoulders and then sliding it down her legs. Her pads were the next thing to go, which she would undo and allow to fall to the floor. Now stark naked, Zero slipped into the shower, turned on the hot water, and let it cascade her down her body. The allowed herself a small smile. Nothing felt better after a hard fought match then a good shower. Grabbing the soap, Zero started to bathe herself.

Clyde Gastin was no stranger to the girls' dorms, due to once being a resident there under the protection of his girlfriend at the time, Angel Infinity; who kept a close eye on Clyde and protected him from being mauled by the angry women who hated the drunkards presence within their territory, due to stealing from them, breaking things and starting many fights in the girl's dorm during his brief time there, Many of whom would smirk devilishly as they saw that it was Clyde who Zero had brought back to the dorm's with her. They would watch Zero take her captive down the hallway whisper to one another about how they wish they could see what Zero would do to the young man, many of them encouraging Zero to beat the Texan to a bloody pulp, while others displayed some envy that Zero managed to bring a man back 'home' to keep for the next 24 hours.

Clyde would remain out cold for quite a while and could only remember seeing glimpses of being carried by Zero down the hall with the horde of women who kept yelling into Clyde's ears, ringing his sensitive cranium. Laying still on the bed with a bloodied mouth and several bruises on his face Clyde would rest silently on the bed, not moving an inch, resembling a baby at this point, not even noticing Zero undress herself while he was lost in his unconscious state. It wouldn't be until Zero turned on the showers that Clyde Gastin would awake, sitting up in a panic once he realized where he was. "Shit!" He'd mutter, still feeling sore, looking around to see that Zero was nowhere no where in sight. Not taking the moment to look at his surroundings or try and see where Zero was. Clyde was already thinking about going through the front door and escaping.

"Gotta Go! Gotta Go!" He'd mutter quickly as he jumped off the bed, still handcuffed by a towel wrapped tightly on his wrists. Running to the door he'd try and turn the knob with his teeth, but he wasn't able to get a good grip on the knob. "Fuck..." He'd mutter in disappointment, before remembering about his Switchblade Knife. "Yes! That's It!" He'd exclaim quietly before trying to grab the switchblade knife located in his boot, crouching down and trying to pull it out with his fingers oh so carefully. "Almost there..." He muttered as his fingers fumbled for the blade until he got it. "Thank David Bowie! Im getting out of here!" Clyde said happily before he struggled a bit to flip the knife open with his hands since his wrists were bound behind his back. "Come on..." Clyde would mutter, getting frustrated before hearing the knife flip out and cut the tip of his finger. "Ow-Shit!" He'd exclaim as he accidentally lost grip of the knife and fumbled for it in his bound hands, but would lose grip of it and feel it fall from his hands, as he took a step back and would accidentally kick the knife with the heel of his boot and send it sliding into Zero's Bathroom. "......" Clyde wouldn't say thing as he saw the knife slide into the bathroom where the sound of a shower was taking place. He now knew where Zero was, She was in the shower, and poor Clyde Gastin had to retrieve his favorite knife and not be discovered by Zero, for death would surely be upon him if he was discovered by him trying to peep in on her.

"Fuck My Life..." He said bluntly before treading on his tip toes into toward the bathroom, trying to peak around the corner for it. But not before seeing the slender and shapely shadow of Zero behind the shower curtains, bathing herself in the hot shower waters as Clyde Gastin looked on, with his mouth hanging wide open, drooling at the sight & thought what was behind those thin curtains. Clyde then suddenly shook his head, trying to throw those thoughts out of his head an focus on getting his knife and escaping. Waddling in a crouch on the floor, he tried to remain quiet as he scanned the room for his knife and not get caught.

Clyde's escape attempts would go unnoticed to his captor as Zero was having a rather peaeful shower in what she assumed was privacy. All the sweat and weariness she had built up during her match with Clyde washed off her body and down the drain. Much like in her matches, Zero was much too focused with the task of cleaning to notice anything else around her, lost in the bliss the running hot water gave her.

After a short while Zero opened her eyes, and turned the shower off. She felt much more refreshed now, ready to take on ten more opponants if need be. But first, she still had to take care of the first one. She had a few ideas on how to make use of Clyde, ones that didn't involve raping him. No matter what the rules suggested. With that in mind, Zero swept the shower curtains aside.

And came face to face with Clyde Gastin.

Zero's yellow eyes blinked at the sight of the Texan before her. There she stood, completely naked, her large breasts and naked sex completely on display, in front of the last person she wanted see.

Zero's eyes widened in horror, her face became bright red, and her teeth gritted furiously in anger. Almost immediately on instinct, Zero's leg would shot out, inadvertantly giving Clyde a full on view of her bare sex, t nail him in the side of the head with her signature Savate Kick.

"Where is it... Where is it..." Clyde would mummble as he searched for the knife, squatting about as he made his way into Zero's bathroom, searching for the knife on the floor frantically but trying to remain quiet."!" Clyde spotted the knife, just beside the shower, and would waddle quickly over to it, determined to grab it and get out of the shower before he was discoverd. Leaning foreward to grab it with his teeth, Clyde was about to grab the knife when suddenly the curtains were drawn back, and behold the heavenly naked sight of Zero Kotobuki.

"By the Power of Greyskull..." Clyde mutterd in disbelief as his head traced from the floor all the way to Zero's face, getting clear view at everything in between with his mouth hanging wide open is belief as he traced her body with his eyes, from her ample breasts to her bare sex, Clyde saw it all, front row, and would hear the sweet sound of angels singing hallelujah as he stared at her magenificent body, which stood before him.

"Sweet Heavenly Coochie Of Heaven..." Clyde would think to himself as he stared at her bare pussy before yelling... "Awesome!" Only to feel the harsh strike of her Savate Kick ram into the side of his head, snapping his head in the direction of her kick as blood ejected from his bloodied mouth before crashing against a nearby wall where he would limply hang against it before falling back down on the floor, out cold once more.

Zero felt no remorse as Clyde smshed against the wall and one again fell unconsious. The normally emotionless face of Zero was now glaring straight death at the Texan. Ay other woman might have screamed, but to Zero's credit she kept her composure long enough to knock Clyde's block off. It had barely been half and hour and she was already dreading the effects of the POW match.

Thinking Clyde might wake up at any moment (which seemed unlikely after that hit) Zero quickly grabbed her towel and wrapped in around herself to cover her private parts. Stepping over Clyde she left the bathroom to go get dressed, leaving the man sleeping on the floor. It was only then would she ditch the towel and start to redress herself. First she slipped on a pair of dark blue bra and panties. Then she'd slip on a pair of blue jeans and plain white tee.

Now that she was decent it was time to deal with her moronic prisoner. Zero glared at the bathroom where he lay, sighed, and then went to go retrieve him. Grabbing Clyde's foot Zero would drag him out of the bathroom and into the room's center. Then she's wake him up, in a none to gentle manner, by kicking him in the side.

Clyde was out like a light. Back to that old slumber of unconsiouss rest that he had just awoken from, only to get sent back to dream land via a massive kick to the side of his head.

Clyde would remain out cold and lay still in the bathroom, giving Zero time to dress herself before coming back to retreive the texan she left on her floor, dragging him back into the den of her dorm before waking him with a kick to his side. Clyde would suddenly awake, clutching his throbbing head.

Clyde would whimper and groan on the floor, clutching the side of his head as he tasted the bitter taste of blood within his mouth. "Ugghhhh..." He'd groan weakly remaining on the floor, feeling far worse than he had in their match; Clyde would simply curl up on the floor and would clutch the side of his throbbing head, trying to stop it's painful ringing. "Wha...You... Do to-me...?" Clyde would mutter weakly, feeling like he had been in a massive car wreck.

After all Zero had put lyde through, and all he in turn had put her through, it was a miracle Zero hadn't broken anything of Clyde's. She just took him to the brink and back a few times. No that the man didn't deserve it. Zero had reservations at first about having a slave for a day, but having someone as brash and arrogant as Clyde doing her every whim was intriguing to say the least.

Kneeling down, Zero would grab Clyde by the scruff of his clothes, and haul him to meet the fiercest glare she could manage. "You're going to do whatever I say," she stated in a cold and serious tone. "Got it?"

Clyde felt like a ragdoll as he was hauled up by his blood stained shirt to meet the meanest looking woman he had ever had the pleasure of scorning. His lip would quiver as she glared at him right in his face. Her cold words and serious demenor must have given Clyde an extra brain cell, considering he actually kept his mouth shut and made a smart decision by saying.

"Y-Y-....Yes Ma'am..." He said in a weak, petrified tone.

Zero was satisfied when Clyde shrank under her fierce yellow gaze. It was the first thing other than pulverizing him that had managed to shut him up. But as she held him close, she got a good look at how busted up his face had become. A small, unwanted tinge of guilt hit her. She knew she often went too far in her matches without intending to, and Clyde was no exception. Rarely did she see the aftermatjh of her victories up close like this.

Frowning in distaste, Zero released Clyde's shirt and stood back up. "Go lay on the bed," Zero ordered him, right before she went to the bathroom again, this time to retrieve something. She didn't even realize that her words could easily be misconstrewed from her intentions.

"Y-Yes!... Ma'am!?" Clyde would ponder as to what Zero had just said and intended to do to him, until he came up with the only valid conclusion in his brain.

"She Wants Me..." Clyde would say to himself slyly, expecting Zero to want him just like all his other opponents from the past had wanted him after their match, Clyde would expect Zero to be no diffrent; Clyde was an unexplained surprise chick magnet in AFW for what reason science couldnt explain.

"She's obviously going to get something Kinky to wear... I better assist this sexy love muffin!" Clyde would think to himself ready to take off his pants but would soon realize again. "Fuck! Im still tied up!" With that failing Clyde would do the only thing he could do; march to the bed and lay on his side with his knee up, trying to appear as sexy as any man could appear while handcuffed by a towel.

"Enter... My Yellow Eyed Mistress Of Wrestling Erotica!" Clyde would announce, awaiting Zero to arrive.