Irena Romanov vs. Namie Kawamura of the Shooting Star Sisters

Namie pulled hard on Irena’s legs, trying to separate them and free her head and arm from Irena’s scissors, but Namie had little leverage, and Irena was easily able to keep the hold locked in.  

“Looks like you’re stuck,” taunted Irena.  “You’re not going anywhere.  Maybe you should just submit, and we can both go h-OWW,” yelped Irena, as Namie used her sharp nails to claw at Irena’s stocking legs.  Irena’s stockings were very sheer, and offered almost no protection against Namie’s sharp nails.

“Ahh! Your nails! Ouch! Stop it! Ow!” complained Irena in pain, loosening the hold a little bit as Namie kept clawing her legs.  She raised the paddle to punish Namie with a hard and well-deserved smack, but before she could hit Namie, Namie managed to free her head enough to bite down hard on a very sensitive spot on Irena’s stocking-covered thigh.

“Ahh-ow! Oww!”  shrieked Irena.  She dropped the paddle, and desperately tried to pull her leg away, but Namie had cleverly went after the leg that was underneath her, so Irena’s leg was completely trapped, putting her at Namie’s mercy.  Irena was in agony.  All Irena could do was cry out in pain and beg Namie to let her go.
“Ow! Ow! No biting! OUCH! Let go! Stop biting mee-OW!” begged Irena helplessly.

Over the annoying taunting the girl was constantly delivering it was hard to focus on her goal getting free. Though it certainly made it much more enjoyable to hear that turn to sheer screams of pain when she dug her nails into her legs. Changing it up once her legs got loose and biting into her felt better, she even noticed that the girl dropped the paddle and pretty much let go which gave her a wicked idea on what do next. Biting down harder for one more second she grabbed the paddle with one arm and Irena's leg with the other and try to pull her in close before smacking her chest with the weapon.

"t so cocky now huh?" She said as she tried to push up and tackle Irena we was unprepared and get on top. Sending another smack to her chest with the paddle she hoped to be able to grab her hands and pin them to the bed. An evil smile on her face as she mulled over her payback.

Namie finally, mercifully, stopped biting Irena’s thigh. Both of Irena’s hands immediately went to her pained thigh, as she gasped at the red bite marks, visible underneath her sheer stocking, and complained “Ah! Ow! No fair! No biting, you dirty bitch! That really hurt! Ouch!”

With Irena’s hands still nursing her thigh, Irena was defenseless as Namie raised the paddle Irena had discarded earlier, and used it to deliver a hard smack to Irena’s breasts. Irena’s sheer leotard offered almost no protection to her sexy boobs. Worse, Irena was not even wearing a bra underneath her leotard, and Namie’s hard smack with the paddle very painfully pressed the sharp sequins on Irena’s leotard into her poor tits. Irena’s chest exploded in pain as she yelped “OUCH!” Her hands flew to her aching tits, which she began to massage through her sheer leotard.

Namie went for another hard smack to Irena’s chest. This time Irena’s hands were in the way, so Irena was able to largely block the blow with her forearm, although it still stung and elicited another yelp of pain from Irena. But the smacks were just a clever distraction on the part of Namie, which she used to climb on top of Irena in a dominant position. With one hand, Namie successfully grabbed both of the distracted Irena’s hands, stretching out Irena’s arms behind her head and pinning both of Irena’s hands to the mat, so that Irena was laid out helplessly underneath Namie. As Irena’s cute eyes looked up at the cruel smile on Namie’s face, Irena nervously bit her lower lip. Irena knew she was in trouble now.

No fair? Unless there was a ref telling her to stop she didn't see what was fair and what wasn't. In fact hearing her screams of pain made it sounds more then fair and she even got to use the paddle she brought in to her advantage. Once she pinned her down it seemed to be dawning on Irena on just how much trouble she was in.

"cat got tourney tounge. You seemed done eccited to be alone with me and all the use fancy toys before hand." Namie said as raised the paddle again and playfully slapped her face with it before reaching and getting a thing of rope up near them. She wanted to get her hands on the handcuffs but they were too far away so these would do. Once she grabbed them she would punch Irena's belly to keep her exile while pushing up and trying to smother her face with her chest.

Irena got nervous as she saw Namie grabbing a rope to tie Irena’s hands.  If Namie succeeded, Irena knew she would be in all kinds of trouble.  Namie tried to throw Namie off of her while Namie was off balance grabbing the rope, but Namie punched her hard in the stomach!  

Fortunately, Irena was in great shape, and she hardened her abs, largely absorbing the punch with a short grunt of “Uh!” As Namie pushed up, freeing Irena’s legs, Irena would attempt to knee Namie hard in her pussy.  Irena was not usually one to fight dirty, but if Namie wanted to go there, Irena would not hold back.  

“You want to fight dirty, bitch,” Irena would say, “let’s see how you like a cunt punt.”

Slamming Irena with the punch she tried to keep Irena scared and submissive throughout her attack which worked at the moment. But as she tried to put on the finishing touches to her work she felt a sharp pain in her crotch from the knee Irena brought up.

"Hhuuaagh!" she screamed as her body jumped and she rolled to the side and brought her hands down to her hurt crotch.

“Hurts like a bitch when your opponent fights dirty, doesn’t it,” lectured Irena, "My thigh still hurts from when you bit me earlier. Payback time."

Irena would grab the rope that Namie had discarded, and would use that rope to tie Namie’s hands tightly behind her back, before sitting down on Namie’s ass and painfully twisting Namie’s stocking toes, one at a time.

Namie didn't hear her over the pain still ringing throughout her entire body from the knee. Rolling to her side she tried to back away and get a reprieve only for Irena to grab her and force her hands behind her back! By the time Namie realized what was going on her hands were tied up with the rope she planned to use.

"Uhh...what? What are you dooUuaahh!" Namie feels her toes being squeezed and twisted by the bitch. Kicking with her legs and shaking her body she tries to fight back in some way as her toes are subjected to Irena's cruel attack.

“Aww,” taunted Irena as she viciously twisted Namie’s toes, “does that hurt your cute little stocking toes?”

Irena would flip Namie over so that she would be facing up. Still holding Namie’s left stocking foot, Irena would stretch out Namie’s left leg, and slam her own right knee down hard into Namie’s stocking thigh, before grinding and twisting her knee into Namie’s thigh for good measure.

Irena would taunt, “Does that hurt? Awww. That’s a really sensitive spot, isn’t it? Be happy I’m not biting you there, like you did to me before.”

Namie was trying to push herself up as Irena was trying to keep working over her legs while the bitch was talking trash with her more and more. Turning her around she pulled her leg up and would proceed to work her knee and thighs over by pressing it down on her. "Aaaahh! Stop you crazy bit-nnggaahh!"

Shaking her head as Irena's grinding continues she tries to bring her feet and tried to kick at her opponents legs and make her let go of her. Desperate to stop Irena even with her hands tied behind her back.