The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

Blossom teetered on the shelf, then tottered, struggling to keep balance - not exactly the most stable of surfaces, it was. But if Chiharu thought she was trying to escape, she had another thought coming. Blossom had other plans, and Chiharu was in perfect position for it, too.

She wasn't exactly a hi-flyer, but a dropkick is a pretty easy move to do; you just jump off something and shoot your legs out, easy. And that's exactly what Blossom did, leaping off the dresser and flying towards the taller woman, feet first, aiming for her chest like a mighty, miniature, mauling missile.

Chiharu waited, shifting her weight back and forth from one leg to the other anxiously as she watched Blossom teetering atop the cabinet. Chiharu hadnâ€t ever really tested out whether or not those cabinets could hold the weight of a full-grown girl—even a small one like Blossom. She was worried that the American would fall and break her neck. Chiharu liked it rough, but that would not be the sort of roughness that she had in mind.

At last, Blossom would get off the cabinet, assuaging Chiharuâ€s fears that the poor girl would seriously injure herself. Whereas Chiharu had expected her opponent to jump down and quickly make a break for it, however, Blossom did something which the Japanese beauty didnâ€t expect—the American launched herself forward, leg outstretched, flooring Chiharu with a powerful dropkick! “Waaaguh!” Chiharu exclaimed, as she was sent sprawling backwards, stunned by her opponentâ€s impressive offensive maneuver.

Most wrestlers would have seen that coming, been ready to dodge it, reverse it, at least prepare for it and steel up - but Chiharu wasn't a normal wrestler, by any definition of the word. She was, obviously, much less experienced, and that became abundantly clear as the drop kick laid her out for the second time in this match.

A pattern was starting to form.

Blossom hit the ground and quickly crawled over to her, trying to flip her on her back and slap the handcuffs on her, neutralizing those sexy hands before they could score another win.

Chiharu knew she shouldnâ€t have been so casual, so relaxed when going after Blossom. She had given the American plenty of time and plenty of space, and now she had paid the price for it. That dropkick had stunned her some, and had put her flat on her back on the floor. Luckily, Chiharu had a pretty high pain tolerance, and would not be this dazed for very long. Still, she should have known better than to give her opponent that sort of opportunity…she just wasnâ€t very used to seeing girls try such high-flying maneuvers in her dungeon.

Chiharu was beginning to come to when Blossom reached her. Unfortunately, she was not yet lucid enough to stop the small American girl from turning her over onto her stomach and slapping the pair of handcuffs onto her. “Oh…crap…” Chiharu muttered under her breath, trying toll away from Blossom.

Ha! It worked! For once, a plan of Blossom's didn't spectacularly blow up in her face. A refreshing change of pace, to be sure.

She really didn't like hurting Chiharu like this - she seemed nice, real nice, nicer than a lot of the opponents so far, even if Blossom had the suspicion that her good humor was in large part due to her very vocal desire to bang her like a rusty nail. But attacking her like this was really the only option for her - it was the only card she had to play.

"Yeah, I know, it's a little cheap." She flipped Chiharu back over and crouched down. "I tell you what - after I get a point in, I'll uncuff you, okay?"

Chiharuâ€s hands were cuffed together in front of her. If she didnâ€t want to surrender a fall to Blossom, she would have to figure out some way of escaping them. Unfortunately, these handcuffs were not exactly easy to escape from. Chiharu did not cheap out and buy the easily-breakable play handcuffs that so many bondage fetishists employed. No, Chiharu had bought the real deal. These were police issue. Specifically made to keep dangerous people under control. Any escape attempt she might make would take minutes, and she just didnâ€t have that kind of time!

“Youâ€ve got me good here, Blossom-chan…” Chiharu said, not afraid to admit that much. She jerked her wrists, the handcuffs holding as she tested them. Blossom then flipped her onto her belly, promising as she did so that she would uncuff Chiharu after bringing the Japanese beauty to orgasm. “Oh, that would be very kind of you,” Chiharu replied, with a smirk on her face, as she would wriggle like a worm, trying to escape from the handcuffs, even though her effort was all in vain.

Okay. She had Chiharu dead to rights. Handcuffs, on her stomach, helpless. She could do anything she wanted, try any tactic, and the slender, sexy Asian would be completely unable to stop her. So that only left the question - now what?

She straddled Chiharu's back as she thought, then shrugged - might as well just let her instinct take her where it led, have fun with it - that what this all was about in the end. Leaning down, she started to plant a few soft kisses on Chiharu's neck, pausing after every few to give her a gentle little bite, just a nibble.

Chiharu would keep working on the handcuffs, moving her hands back and forth, back and forth, trying to somehow wiggle her way out of the restrictive wristwear. She knew all the strategies that one might use for escape from such a situation, and, unfortunately, most of them required the use of a foreign object in order to break free from the handcuffs. At the very least, they all required time and focus, neither of which Chiharu had as Blossom sat down on her back and began peppering her neck with light kisses, punctuated by the occasional love bite.

“Oh!” Chiharu gasped, as her American opponent moved her mouth up and down Chiharuâ€s tan neck. “Youâ€re not too bad at this…but just wait until these handcuffs come off…you are going to be in for…for something, Blossom-chan. Thatâ€s for sure.”

Chiharu seemed to appreciate the attention, if nothing else - that was a good start. Blossom lacked real world experience, but she was banking on her ability to make up for it with imagination and creativity - both things Chiharu seemed to value, judging from the way this place was setup.

She moved to the side and gave Chiharu a little pushed, flipping her on her back once again, and Blossom moved in again to straddle the bigger woman's lap. She laid down, light and lean, right on top of her mound, gently rubbing again. "Oh?" She smirked. "Something like...what?"

Okay, the handcuffs were not going to come off. Had Blossom put them on improperly, or had she been in possession of some foreign object like a bobby pin or a paperclip, Chiharu might have been able to remove them. But her American opponent had left her with no tools to facilitate her escape, and had clapped the handcuffs on properly and tightly.

Without the use of her hands…Chiharu had very little hope of winning this round. She could only lie there, enjoy herself as Blossom worked her over, and hope that the smaller wrestler would stand by her word and remove the handcuffs after she had taken a fall from the tall, tan Japanese beauty.

As she was turned over and Blossom straddled her stomach, Chiharu would smirk and give the American a smoldering gaze. “Youâ€ll just have to wait and see, Blossom-chan…” she purred, letting out a little stifled moan as her womanhood was rubbed again.