Sex and Violence (For Kaz)

Unofficial Last Girl Standing POW Match
Loser becomes the prisoner of the winner for two days.

“Army. Seriously. Grow up. You know I have sex.”

“Yes, sis, yes I do - but that doesnâ€t mean I want to see it!”

Oh, the joy of sharing her apartment with her little brother.

It had been almost five hours since she came left the lot - almost time for Kurohime to show up for their ‘second roundâ€. Carmen was excited; her libido was still strong from the fight, her heart still thumping - she wanted her and she wanted her bad. In this room. On the floor. She wanted those two days, and, honestly, she wouldnâ€t have cried too much if they were spent with her on the losing side.

Sheâ€d gotten the place tidied up nice - bed was clean, fresh sheets, and she had the living room spaced out with a few mats from the local gym; they probably wouldnâ€t stay there too long, but at least theyâ€d have a good starting point. Anything that was even remotely breakable had been put up, so there wasnâ€t much chance of heavy collateral damage. Carmen even put some mondongo on the stove, in case Kuro was hungry for actual food and not just her. Probably didnâ€t get much Puerto Rican food up here, and she was curious to see how she like the taste. Even if she wasnâ€t up for it, it gave the place a good smell.

She cut her hair and dressed up in a new outfit - one not ripped in half like she was the Hulk.

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Getting rid of her brother, though, that had been the trick.

“I mean, damn.” He was on his way out the door, now - fortunately, he had a match tonight, anyway, and he agreed to spend the next two days at a friendâ€s house. Only after a hour long argument that they were just now winding down from. “Not even a warning or anything - the lights go off, they come back on, and Iâ€m watching porn with m fucking sister in it. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is? Like, on a scale of 1 to 10?”

She rolled her eyes, following him to the door. “I donâ€t know, 5, 6…”

“11. Definitely 11.” He shook her head and ran a hand through his hair, pulling the bag tight on his broad shoulder. “I need therapy, it was that bad. This is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life. Everytime Iâ€m in bed with a girl? That little image is going to just pop into my head. See porn on the internet? There you are.”

“Dios mio.” She rubbed her nose, groaning. “I have, on three separate occasions, come home to find you naked as the day you were born, doing some girl. Twice on the couch where we sit, once on the table where we eat. You are seriously giving me crap for this?”

“Yeah, but thereâ€s a little difference, hermanita.” He spun around and pinched his finger, squinting. “I never did it on live TV!”

Excited was the word that Kuro felt at the moment, despite her relatively stoic expression. Her first match in AFW had been over for a few hours now, but she's now heading to a place where an unofficial second round would take place. It's still cold outside, so she wore a [url=http://i.imgur.com/pBYmqcH.jpg:1bbe8mud]black trench coat[/url:1bbe8mud] that covered her white collared shirt and black pants, along with a pair of black boots. Kuro carried a small black bag that contain some change clothes and stuffs like toothbrush and such. Regardless of the result of the match, she thought that she'd just stay on the girl's place for the next two days. Taking someone as a prisoner at their own place would be a fun experience. She did think, however, that Carmen would be more prepared now after their first match. It should be exciting to see how it'd unfold.

A POW match wasn't something she's not too unfamiliar with, something she always thought as thrilling. She had a few of them previously, and had experience as both the captor and captive at different times. It's been a while since her last POW match, however, so the excitement was a little all over the place at the moment.

Looking at the address card on her hand, Kuro continued to walk along the path to the boxer's place. The images from the match was still fresh on her mind. Somehow she felt fired up remembering them, even if she didn't really think too much of it at the time of the match. Kuro looked down for a bit, before shaking her head and sighed. I'll be laughed at by Kumi if she saw me right now...

At last, she arrived at the place described on the address. Kuro looked at the clock on her phone. Five minutes too early. Should I wait a bit? she thought while standing still in front of the door. Kuro decided to wait, and took a book she carried with her. Five minutes only allowed her to read so much, but it's better than doing nothing.

Five minutes had past, and she closed the book and stuffed it back to her bag. Let's do this... Kuro sighed before knocking at the door.

The door burst open as soon as she knocked, just as Army was about to make his way out. He stopped as soon as he saw her, giving her the most awkward stare imaginable - but then, how do you really look at the girl who was just doing your sister on TV?

After a moment, the look passed and he walked past her, muttering to himself all the way. "Just not in my room. Please." He gave her a wave as he went on, not even bothering to look back.

Carmen came over a few seconds later, leaning against the door frame. "If you don't have a little brother, you're blessed. Take my word for it." Carmen sighed, before looking Kuro over with a smirk. Surprise of surprises, she looked even hotter when not in the dull light of a grimy parking lot.

She moves in, giving Kurohime a little peck on the chin, before moving aside and opening the way. "Come on in. Cooking a little something if you're hungry."

Kuro was a little surprised by the abruptly opened door, but she maintained a deadpan stare while looking at the guy who gave her an awkward look. Carmen's boyfriend? No, he looked more like... her thoughts guided her before the boxer appeared to confirm it. Brother. Kuro just chuckled.

"Nope, no brother," she smiled to Carmen before walking in. "Just the two of you here?"

She took off her boots before proceeding into the living room. It's been a while since her last sleepover with someone she barely knew. Not to mention that this wasn't going to be just a normal sleepover. Just thinking about that made Kuro's smile became slightly wider.

"You keep smiling like that and I'm going to take a picture." She closed the door and walked past her, running a hand over Kurohime's backside as she moved into the kitchen for a spell.

"Yeah, we live here, for the time being. Or he's living with me, until he gets enough money for his own place." She took out a can of Red Bull and gave it a pop, sipping away on it - a little extra boost to keep her up through the night. "Parents are back home in Puerto Rico. Probably still having a heart attack if they watched the match. You stay alone?"

"Are you going to use it for night material?" Kuro snorted at Carmen's comment about taking a picture. "Yeah, for most of the part. My parents already divorced, I know not of what they're doing nowadays," she answered casually while taking her trench coat off. "So I don't have anyone to worry about when doing that kind of stuffs," she chuckled again.

She did wonder what would be their reaction if they watched that. As far as she's concerned none of her folks were a fan of wrestling. They knew she got into fights in her school, but never really gave her a lecture or anything like that. Sometimes Kuro wondered why did they even bothered to have a child, or even married.

That kind of thinking never really gone anywhere, though. Life wasn't that bad anyways. She's free to do anything without having to worry about ruining family's name or anything. Placing her coat and bag in a nearby sofa, Kuro looked for something inside her bag for a bit before taking out a cuffs and a rope. She smirked to Carmen.

"Just in case you feel like using them, heh," she said, tossing them to the table.

Carmen finished the can in a few big gulps, tossing it into the trash as she made her way to the stove and turned it off. "That's good." She paused. "Well, maybe not good, with your parents, but you get me. The next family reunion is going to be weird; like I don't get enough flak for being gay in the first place." She grimaced at the prospect - in particular, she had a priest for an uncle that was always getting on her case about it.. He was probably already writing her a sermon or something.

Whatever. It was her life to live, and she'd live it how she wanted. Speaking of which.

"What've you got here?" She moved back into the living room, just as the accouterments were being brought out. "Huh. Stuff for me to use?" She took the handcuffs and gave them a few pulls, testing out the chains. Good and strong. She shared in Kurohime's smirk, before handing them back."I'll try to remember they're there, after I win. Might get a little distracted when you're under me, though, so no promises."

"For us to use..." Kuro corrected. "And I will remember that I brought them here when I conquer you again," she grinned. "I wonder what your brother would say if he saw one of us in cuffs while the other on top?" teased the paler girl.

She took off her shirt next and placed it on top of her coat, revealing a black sports bra that covered her upper half. The her pants came off as well, leaving her black pantie to cover her privates. Looking at Carmen, they're both looked like exact opposites. A dark skinned girl in white, and a pale girl in black. Coincidence?

"So... Ready to submit once again?" teased Kuro, flashing her mischievous smile as she get closer to the boxer.

"Tempted to take a picture of it just to mess with his head a little more." She shook her head, chuckling under her breath along with Kurohime. It was a little weird seeing her so...happy. She seemed like such an ice princess at the start of their fight, and while Carmen didn't think she was about to burst out into a song and dance, she was more lighthearted than Carmen ever guessed she could be. She was even kind of cute, in a tough, alpha bitch sort of way.

The contrast of styles wasn't lost on Carmen, either, but she was too busy focusing on that body to really give it much thought. Either doing things to Kurohime or having things done on her by Kurohime...either way, she wanted this to happen.

"I'm ready for something, yeah." She moved in as well, getting close enough to graze her thigh over Kurohime's panties. "Your move...bitch."

Kuro just smiled it off as Carmen called her bitch again. She had heard all sorts of insults back in school days, so it sounded more like a compliment in a way. The paler girl raised her arms and locked fingers with the boxer, while pressing her forehead lightly onto the girl's. It's close enough to kiss, but she didn't do it. Without warning, Kuro would then start to push Carmen backwards while keeping their faces close.

"My pleasure..." she grinned at the boxer.