Old Friends Reunited (Complete)

It was a familiar sight for most of the staff in the AFW to see the sadistic blond bombshell named Suyou walking victorious from a match carrying with her an unconscious and beautiful girl to entertain her for the evening. The circumstances this time, though, were a little different. For Suyou and this girl had a bit of history together. Sabre, or as Suyou knew her Diane Cavendish, used to be a rival of Suyou's back in their old league. Suyou's jealously of Diane's rising fame ran deep, so much that Suyou ambushed Diane backstage one night and subjected her to a horrible torture session. Suyou went on to become champion, and Diane faded into the background.

It was only until this match in this new league that the two encountered each other again. Due to the trauma of Suyou's relentless torture Diane had taken up the guise of Sabre, a dim-witted cavegirl who almost managed to beat Suyou. It was only through sheer luck that Suyou was able to come out on top, not that the blond would ever admit that. Now she was about to make Diane regret ever getting into the ring with her, and make her remember why she had to wear that stupid mask of her's.

Suyou kicked open the door to her dressing room and with Diane over her shoulder strolled right inside, closing and locking it behind her. Inside the dressing room was everything Suyou needed; namely a bed, a shower, and a makeup mirror. It was also here that she brought all her conquests, but Diane was a rather special case. And so to get things started Suyou would uncerimoniously dump Diane off her shoulder and onto the floor. Then she'd set her bag full of toys and toold, dig through it until she found a pair of handcuffs. Then she'd take those handcuffs and clasp them around each of Diane's wrists, cuffing her hands behind her back.

Diane had been out cold since being made to pass out between Suyouâ€s powerful thighs in the ring. She was clad in nothing but a skimpy black g-string, having been stripped of all her other clothing, and her tanned, muscular body bore numerous red marks where the blonde had whipped and spanked her for the audienceâ€s amusement.
Lying prone on the floor where she had been dropped heavily, the white-haired girl slowly began to come round, emitting a low, deep groan. Her whole body felt battered and bruised after the match with Suyou, having been on the receiving end of some punishing power moves. The worst pain was in her skull, where she was welcomed back to consciousness with a brutal, thudding headache. It felt like a particularly vicious hangover.

Diane swallowed hard, her mouth dry, and slowly opened her eyes. Peeling her face up from the floor, she glanced around, perturbed to find herself in unfamiliar surroundings.

“Huh... what happened... where am I?” she grunted. She started to move, but worryingly her wrists were bound behind her. The cold steel of handcuffs against her skin, for the second time that evening.

Still struggling to fully come round, Diane would try and haul herself up to a kneeling position, so she could get a better idea of where she was. When she saw Suyou, she moaned in dismay.

“Oh no. No!” she whimpered. “Come on... the match is over... you can let me go now...” Diane was groggy, dishevelled, and in no mood to spend any more time in Suyouâ€s company.

Suyou pulled back when Diane started coming to, smirking as the girl came to her knees before her. It was an amusing sight. To have Diaen bound and beaten prostrating herself before Suyou's towering form was a relishing feeling to say the least. She widhed she had thought to bring a camera. Blackmail photos would make Diane's humiliation all the sweeter.

In-between when Diane was pleading to be let go Suyou would rear her hand back and deliver a swift and harsh back-handed slap across her face, one strong enough to send her back to the floor again.

"Did I say you could speak, bitch?" Suyou would ask, stalking around Diane's fallen form. "As long as you're with me, in my room, you're going to do exactly as I say." Suyou would then send a harsh kick to Diane's side. And then another, and another until she was in a full spree of it. "Is! That! Clear?!" Suyou grunted, stopping the kicking with that last word to hear Diane's response.

“Ahh!” Diane yelped as she was slapped across the face, the force sending her crashing back to the floor.

“I-ugh!” Any chance of conversation was stopped short by Suyouâ€s boot. The heavy kicks rocked Dianeâ€s body; she shuddered and groaned, taken aback by the surprising level of pain. The white-haired girl had almost forgotten just how tender her body was from the earlier assault in the ring, but this new beating was bringing that unpleasant fact back home. It felt like every bone in her body was aching, the kicks resonating through her battered frame. Flinching, she tensed as best she could; she wanted to curl into a foetal ball but the cuffs prevented such a defence.

Diane was appalled that Suyou was treating her like this – their match had ended and Suyou had had no right to carry her off like she did. The white-haired girl really didnâ€t want to let Suyou think she could get away with such behaviour, and planned to protest.... until the pain from the vicious kicks made her wince and whimper. Maybe discretion would be a better idea for now.

“Oww..... okay! Yes! Clear!” she moaned unhappily from the floor, swallowing her pride, desperate for a reprieve.

“But... wh-what are you going to do with me?” she added nervously, trying to use the space sheâ€d been given to talk to get a better idea of what was happening to her. Of course, sheâ€d had first-hand experience of the kind of things Suyou did to trapped victims in locked rooms... but Diane really didnâ€t want to think that all that was going to happen again, and she would cling on to that (rather self-deluding) hope for as long as possible.

At Diane's question Suyou smirked maliciously. Diane of all people should now just what fate awaited her the moment she was carried out from that match. Still, Suyou didn't mind giving a reminder every once and awhile.

"Well, first," Suyou said with a smile, reaching down to grab Diane by her white hair again, hauling her up roughly by it. She;d then use it to slam Diane against the wall, keeping a tight handful of it to ensure she remained standing. "First I thought I'd beat on you some more to make sure you won't try anything funny." With that last statement Suyou's free hand would clench into a fist, and plow directly into Diane's exposed stomach.

"After that I thought I'd make you my little sex slave for the evening," Suyou giggled, sending yet another harsh punch to Diane's midsection. "Does that answer your question in the way you hoped?" Suyou would then rear back her fist before sending another hard punch into Diane's stomach. "Oh, and you'll be calling me Mistress Suyou from now on."

Diane moaned as she was dragged up from the floor in a painful hairpull, then slammed against the wall. Her weak legs could barely support her weight, and there was searing pain in her scalp as her hair took the rest of the load. Her agony was soon added to with the first heavy punch to her gut. She had no way of defending herself as her hands were cuffed behind her, and she groaned at the sickening impact of Suyouâ€s fist into her flesh. Then the blonde confirmed her worst fears, telling her she was to be a slave for the whole evening. Dianeâ€s groan as the second punch hit her was at a much higher pitch, her anguish all the greater now as she realised what she was in for. By the third brutal punch, her midsection was so sore she could barely make any noise at all. Already suffering badly, it took her a few seconds to get the composure to answer her attacker.

“M-mistress?” she gulped nervously, almost in disbelief. She was still in shock that her own personal nightmare, that sheâ€d worked so hard to get away from, was about to happen all over again. “Suyou, please,” Diane whimpered, her red eyes now soft and pleading. “...just think about what youâ€re doing.... they threw you out of the old league for this....” Diane swallowed hard. She was at the gates of hell, now, so she felt sheâ€d had to make one final plea.

Unfortunately for Diane reminding Suyou of her unfortunate ejection from their former league would end up being a very large mistake, and Suyou's face darkened as a result. "What did you say?" she growled, her grip on Diane's throat tightening a bit more. "How DARE you!" Suyou shrieked, abruptly throwing Diane to the floor in a heap.

When she did she would then grab both of Diane's legs, spread them out wide so her tongue covered crotch was nice and exposed, before she would abruptly send a harsh stomp straight down onto her pussy. "I quit that pathetic league, you hear me?!" Suyou screamed, grinding her foot roughly into Diane's crotch. "I decided to move onto better thingsm that's all!" This was aobviously not the truth. But Suyou's expulsion from her old league was an ever present black mark in her career, one she didn't need reminding of.

Dianeâ€s eyes widened in fear as Suyou increased the pressure on her throat. The white-haired girl had miscalculated badly by trying to reason with her attacker, and she knew she would now suffer Suyouâ€s wrath. She could only splutter and gasp as she was throttled, then tossed heavily to the floor.

Dizzy, scared, and handcuffed, Diane whimpered as her legs were spread, having a fair idea that her crotch was about to be targeted again, as it had earlier in the match.

“Sorry, no, I- ughhhhh!” Her frantic pleas were cut short by the heavy stamp to her womanhood. She cried out at the pain between her thighs, continuing to moan as Suyou ground down with her boot, continuing the torment. Poor Dianeâ€s tender pussy was pretty sore now, her face screwed up in pain, eyes blinking rapidly as they began to water. Reeling from the punishment, Dianeâ€s resistance was clearly being eroded, and when she finally found the composure to talk again, her tone was one of desperate appeasement.

“Ahh, okay!! Youâ€re right... a pathetic league... Iâ€m sorry...” Diane gasped, looking up at a blurred vision of her tormentor. Squirming in pain at Suyouâ€s feet made her realise just how helpless she was right now, and she was prepared to swallow her pride if it meant the blonde would stop.

Still a little miffed at Diane bringing up her past humiliation Suyou removed her foot from Diane's crotch with a huff, releasing her legs as she did so. SHe was still sore about that little comment of Diane's, but as she thought of what to do next with her a smile spread across her face.

The first thing she did was reach around her back to undo the strings of her pink bikini top, and when she did she let it drop to the floor, exposing her rather impressive rack to her unwilling captive. The big blond placed her hands on her hips, smiling down at Diane evilly. "Like what you see?" she asked teasingly, wiggling her breasts. "Well how bout a closer look?"

With that Suyou would lean down and reach for Diane's head. SHe would cup the woman's head between her hands, and then abruptly shove her face straight into her chest for a breast smother.

The floored Diane swallowed hard as Suyou removed her top, and jiggled her large breasts provocatively. Was the blonde going to start coming on to her now? Dianeâ€s eyes widened in uncertainty and fear as the other girl leant down over her, giving her a real eyeful of her bare chest.

“I, uh… mmphh!!” The white-haired girlâ€s nervous mumbling was muffled as her face was rammed straight into Suyouâ€s fleshy cleavage. She was pulled in firmly, her head almost engulfed by Suyouâ€s breasts, her senses enveloped by her buxom captorâ€s warm, sweaty chest.

“MMPHH!” Diane moaned again, beginning to panic. This was no playful tease, those big tits were crushing her nose and mouth in a heavy smother. Diane began to feel an all-too-familiar breathlessness as she languished in the sensual hold. Having been knocked out in the ring by Suyouâ€s throttling thighs, Diane knew her tormentor had no qualms about depriving her of air, and she knew just how gruelling the ordeal could be.

Flushed and fearful in the hot smother, Diane began stamping her bare foot on the floor, trying to cope with the lack of oxygen, and wanting to let Suyou know sheâ€d had enough.