Duct Tape Duel: Katya vs. Sabine

“Heh, youâ€re not so t- unghh!” Katya began to defy Sabine before feeling a hefty crack on her back, the axe kick sending her sprawling back onto the mat. With her hands bound she had no way of breaking the fall, so she ended up pretty dazed as she ate the canvas with a thud. Katya was left face-down at Sabineâ€s feet.

"Hmm?" Sabine hummed as she pressed her foot down on Katya, the Russian being defiant to the end: making her work for her prize which was fine with her.

Trying her same strategy she did with Katya's arms, she tried to wrap her legs around the Russian's then use her hands to tie her up by the ankles. She had put up a hell of a fight and she'd be rewarded for it in time... depending what that Ox at ringside was thinking about the whole situation.

Katyaâ€s head was swimming as she felt her legs being scissored by Sabine. With dismay she realised that her ankles were going to be bound, too, and that would finally cement her defeat.

“No!” she moaned softly. She tried to pull her feet out of the way, but there was little strength left in her body, and she couldnâ€t move out of the hold at all. Powerless, her feet began to be wrapped together with the duct tape.

She was going to lose. Katya thought about her position, limbs bound and promised as a ‘plaything†to her domineering opponent. Face-down on the mat with her features hidden, Katya allowed herself a sly grin, licking her lips in anticipation. She already felt a kinky thrill at having her body controlled by the Brazilian, and it was only going to get better.

Her limbs now fully tied, the match bell rang, sending an excited shiver down her spine as it confirmed her defeat.

Fully immobilised, Katya turned her head to the side. Her gaze met her partner Oksana at ringside.

The ox spoke to Katya in Russian. “Lost! If I didnâ€t know any better, Iâ€d say you almost planned to lose that…” she said dryly, rolling her eyes.

Katya tried her best not to giggle at that. She wondered what Sabine had planned for her now.

Sabine uncoiled herself from around Katya as the bell rung signifying her victory. "Now..." the dancing Succubi began as she trailed a finger up her leg "would you like me to take this to a private place for our celebration?" She asked "Maybe a room here where I can sit on your face until you're addicted to the taste of my pussy," she teased "or maybe the showers, though I don't think you'll need that much help getting wet for me."

"Or... we can go to my place, with all the toys needed to make you crazy and a shower as well. Sound good?"

“Ohhh, yess…” Katya mumbled happily as Sabine stroked her leg. She was loving the way the Brazilian was talking to her now, and it was eroding the Russianâ€s defiant façade.

She wanted Sabine, badly now, and she wanted to give herself over to whatever dominations the bigger girl could think of. Katya didnâ€t like to flaunt her masochistic tendencies, at least not in public anyway, but she was going to struggle to contain them now.

“Mmm, sounds… good…” she moaned quietly in agreement. “I wanna get addicted….” Katya started writhe in her bonds, partly to try and see what Sabine was doing, partly just to accentuate her trussed-up helplessness. Her wriggling made her look a little like a damsel in distress, though sneakily it also let her subtly rub her wet crotch against the mat in arousal at her predicament.

"Someplace private, just wait..." Sabine purred as Katya moaned, trying to pick her up and carry her off "You don't mind if I borrow her for a night?" She asked Oksana "I promise not to hurt her." she said too sweetly for someone planning to screw a captive girl's brains out.

Oksana gave a wry grin. “Donâ€t care if you do hurt her, she made the stupid bet…” she shrugged. “I protect her against other people, not from herself. As long as we get her back in one piece itâ€s fine.” Oksana was Katyaâ€s bodyguard, but she knew all about her employerâ€s masochistic streak, and understood when to exercise discretion, and leave her to her own devices.

Bound Katya was a little disoriented as she was slung over Sabineâ€s shoulder, but she heard the exchange.

“Oh, so, youâ€re letting me get dragged off!? By this crazy, wicked pervert? Unbelievable!” she complained to Oksana in mock outrage. “Anything could happen to me!” The grin on Katyaâ€s face showed she was less than concerned, though.

“Hereâ€s hoping…” Oksana smirked back.

"fufufu..." She laughed evilly at Katya's mock outrage at being her prisoner. "What wont happen to you?" The sexy Brazilian said, strutting out of the ring and to the backstage, new sex toy in hand.

Katya gave a quiet, happy sigh as her bound form was bundled over Sabineâ€s shoulder and carried from the ring. She was firmly in the bigger girlâ€s clutches now and she knew she was going to enjoy it.

Sabine wins by duct tape

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