Wait, who won and who loss?

Sakua's Ride:

Sakura's outfit:

Well, to the victor goes the spoils.

It had been a few minutes since Sakura Likiliki had driven to the front of the arena and parked and waited for the woman that had bested her in a match earlier in the day. The Pink haired surfer had been humiliated in her first match in front of a live crowd by the pulchritudinous Sakura Matou. Was the kendo specialist mad about that? Hell yeah. Was she going to let that show? Nope. The Islander needed to make it clear that while Sakura was a competitor, she also was a good sport and would play ball if she lost a stipulation match like this. She knew her contract with AFW was still being looked at by upper management, and she was sure they would have no problem with letting her go if she proved not to be worth the contract they had signed. The Blue eyed woman would lean back up against the driver's door of her black Lamborghini as she fished her cellphone out of the back of her old jeans. She wasn't wearing anything to fancy right now, not sure if her clothes would be torn, blood soaked, or cum soaked by the end of the evening. The small sliver phone's light would turn on and Likilki would quickly send out a text to her manager, letting him know that she was going to be driving her mistress to her mini mansion in a few minutes, so she probably wouldn't be able to respond to anything for the rest of the night.

With that done, the young little slave would continue to lay back and wait for her mistress.

Sakura was somewhat surprised and a little disappointed by Likiliki's decision not to crawl, as the crowd clearly would have liked to see, but she had no desire to force her opponent to do something she was uncomfortable with, so she simply nodded and headed for the changing rooms, getting herself showered before opening up her wardrobe and picking out an outfit to wear. Aware of the need to look sexy and entertain the audience, Sakura picked out a sexy leather outfit which appeared appropriate to the position she was going to take up. However, it was rather revealing so, for the journey home, she augmented it with a simple black and purple dress and a set of boots, sexy but also practical for the purpose of getting her to Likiliki's mansion without feeling cold or overly-exposed.

Having finished dressing, Sakura headed out to the arena's car park, where she found her opponent leaning over an impressive-looking and extremely expensive car. Looking the girl over a moment, she addressed her quickly.

"OK, let's get this over with, I guess", Sakura said, sighing slightly at the thought of what she was about to be forced to do.

With that, she walked to the passenger door of the car, and addressed her defeated opponent and new "slave".

"Could you please get in and drive us to your house", she said, before climbing into the passenger seat.

Dress (collar not included):

Underwear:

As the islander's lovely mistress would make her way toward the door, Likiliki would close her phone and make her way toward the passenger's door and open it for the young woman. As she spoke, the surfer would respond, "But of course mistress, it would be my pleasure." before closing the door behind the victor and making her way to the drivers seat. She would press her hands up against the wheel and the car's engine would turn on, instantly recognizing the swordwoman's fingerprint and turning on. The pink haired woman would put the car into drive and start steer the car out of the parking lot and toward the beach house she called home.

"I don't live to far away from the arena." The Islander would explain. "Only about 20 minutes or so depending on traffic. So we should be done with a bit of time to spare before the main event finishes, so we should have time before we are supposed to start to relax at my place. I promise you that my residence will meet whatever standard you will have for it mistress. It is an 8,127 square foot beach side property with 9 bedrooms, 2 pools, 13 bathrooms, 3 stories, and many other extremities that you should find to your liking, including and underground dungeon." Likiliki would cast her gaze to the side to where the woman who bested her sat. Examining her beautiful form, the pink haired girl would notice a sour look on her face. Still on this?

"Mistress...." Likiliki would softly speak. "This has been the first time I have been a willing slave to someone like this, so I may be out of line by saying this, but please try to smile. You are here, in the passenger seat, rather than in the trunk of my car currently. That alone should be something to smile about, right?"

Sakura nodded woodenly at Likiliki's description of her house. Normally, it would be very impressive, but currently Sakura was too upset by the thought of torturing the kind-hearted girl to show much interest in her extremely expensive living accomodation, or how, exactly, she was able to afford such things. On hearing the girl's question, Sakura sighed. Likiliki was way, way too kind for her own good, and that kindness was going to result in her being tortured in an agonising fashion for an entire day. Even though the girl had clearly agreed to this and accepted her fate, the idea still made Sakura feel awful. Even so, there was no point in causing her 'slave' psychological distress to add to the physical pain, so she decided it was best for her to put up a pretence of accepting her statement.

"I suppose", Sakura replied, quickly putting on a fake smile. "I guess it's better you than me."

"But, even so, I do have to ask you one thing. Why did you go so easy on me at the start of the fight? If you'd attacked me at full speed instead of starting out with a half-baked attack, then you'd probably have beaten me. Then I'd be in the boot of your car, about to be tortured, and you would be the one smiling as you drove home, ready to spend a nice day playing with your new slave. Surely that would have been a better outcome for you, so why didn't you do your best to achieve it?" she said, genuinely curious about her opponent's reasoning and hoping it might give her a reason to go through with the torture she had to inflict.

As the woman's misstress would make a slight smile and point out it was better the Islander than herm the pink haired woman would return the smile. It wasn't exactly what she had meant, but hey! Sakura seemed to be slightly happier now! "Atta Girl, just keep on looking at the positives!"

Eventually, Sakura would then ask why the slave had gone easy on her in the start of the match. At which, the surfer would chuckle a little bit.

"Well, funny story about that... some girls in AFW act super innocent and like they really don't want to be there... but in the end they are just acting and waiting to jump while their opponents gaurd is down. I at first just kind of responded thinking that was what you were doing.... but when I offered to throw the match, you tried to convince me not to. That contridicted what my theory was before, so I felt like I needed to confirm, and possibly see if I could get the match thrown out. But.... well..."

Sakura would give a sigh.

"I'm still new here at AFW. This is only my second match, so I'm only really used to getting in street fights and a couple of scuffles with untraied ring girls back in L.A. So I underestimated what you could handle, and well... You saw what happened." The older Sakura would turn her face and stick out her tounge in a friendly joking manner. "'I guess I got what I deserved for not keeping my eyes on the prize."

The pinkhaired girl would turn and face the road again. "Sorry, does that answer your question, my misstress?"

(Sorry, posted from my phone.)

Sakura frowned momentarily at the girl's words. She really was way too kind a person to deserve this. However, realising that she needed to avoid upsetting the girl further, she quickly forced the smile back onto her face and replied.

"Only your second match, really?" she replied. "Does that mean you've never done anything like this before?"

Then, Sakura sighed, before smiling once more, doing a wonderful job of hiding how terrible she felt inside.

"But, yes, it was a very helpful answer. Thank you, Likiliki. Now, let's get there as quick as possible so we can get this over with and you can go back to enjoying your life."

As the woman continued to drive, she would glance over to her mistress as she spoke. "I mean, have I been kidnapped and forced to serve someone before? Um... well once. Long story short, while I was gambling in LA, I got accused of cheating and was kidnapped and sold into slavery for a short period of time. Only took me 3 days to escape, but I have done stuff like this before."


The woman would continue driving, her mistress would talk about getting there as quickly as possible. To this, a small grin would form on the Islander's face, as she pushed her foot down on the petal, increasing the car's speed until she was 20 MPH over the speed limit. "I think you just own me until dawn, so the time isn't really important. That being said though, If you wish to hurry up so you can have your way with me, it would be my honor mistress."

Sakura's heart sank further as she heard Likiliki's response. Not only had she never willingly entered into such a match before, but she, just like Sakura, had previously been a victim of slavery, forced to commit acts like this against her will. Being forced to do so again now might bring back bad memories and hurt the sweet girl further. And, yet, the girl was so kind-hearted that, not only did she not use that possibility to try to escape her torment, but she even tried to use it to reassure Sakura that she could handle the abuse that would be thrown at her.

"Oh, I see. Well, that's good, I suppose", Sakura lied, doing her best to hide the deep reservations she had about the whole thing.

As if Sakura didn't feel awful enough, in response to her suggestion that they get it over with, her opponent accelerated to well over the speed limit, before pointing out that, in fact, getting there quicker would simply mean additional time for her to torment the unfortunate girl. Her words could have doomed the girl to even more suffering, if she had not spoken up.

"Erm, no, that's OK, I'd rather we not get pulled over by the police. Just stick to the speed limit, please, Likiliki", she said, politely.

Then, having decided that she would rather not shove her foot into her mouth again, Sakura remained silent for the rest of the journey, attempting to steel herself for what she had to do, with limited success. Until, finally, they arrived at the house. Once they had parked successfully, Sakura would address her new slave.

"OK, Likiliki, could you please lead me down to the dungeon?" she said. "Unless you would like to get a drink or something first."

Sakura's estate:

As Likiliki started to speed up, she would find her mistress telling her to slow down as if not wanting to be pulled over by the police. LAME! But the Islander would oblige, slowing down to a normal speed. The pink haired girl would be about to try to make more conversation, but would stop herself, getting the vibe that her Mistress wouldn't want to talk anymore. After another 20 minutes or so of traveling, the two girls would find themselves pulling into the garage. Normally, Sakura Likiliki would press a button and open the garage door and park her sports car in a place that was safe from the elements, but not tonight, the second that she did, the woman knew that she and her misstress would be on camera, and Sakura wanted to make sure that both girls were ready before they started. Stepping out of the car, the woman would reach down to her sweater and pull it and her bra off, exposing the girl's soft, pure skin to the outside world. The woman didn't care to much about being seen after being forced to be nude on live television not even an hour ago, but her mansion was secluded enough that the closest neighbors were nearly a mile away.

"Hmm?" Likiliki would ask as she finished taking off her top and throwing it into the front seat. "Oh, about 12 meters from the front door there is a stairway that leads to the second floor, on the far side of that you will see a door that leads to a stair case that leads you underground. It's a little small, the dungeon only being two rooms, a cell and a holding room, but it will have everything you need in there. Whips, dildos, ball gags, chains. There is even a furnace and a customize-able branding iron down there, if you want to use that." The stock broker wouldn't let her voice break, but she was honestly a little scared about that last part of what she said. She had always wanted to hear the sound of a woman's scream as a hot brand iron was pressed up against her flawless skin, but the kendoest would rather not have those screams be her own. Never the less, the Hawaian knew she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Stripping off her bottoms, panties, and footwear, the girl would cast them aside similar to her top before closing the door behind her and making her way to the trunk of the car. Opening it, the woman would pull out a black dog collar with spikes on it and slip it on. On the front, there a a silver name tag attached to it, proudly showing the name of the bearer as "Bitch." The woman would slide it on and move back to the front of the car, using the review mirror to straighten it, making sure she was all nice a pretty for the camera.

Sakura:

As Sakura straightened out her collar, the girl would explain. "Once we step into the house, the cameras will pick up everything and start sending a live feed to the AFW main website. Basically, once we enter, we will be live on T.V. and the internet for everyone to see. So yeah... I suppose we should be ready. I don't know if you want to make it look like you were abusing me while we were on the road, but if you do, now might be a good time to roughen me up a little."

Happy with her appearance, Sakura would blow a little kiss to the mirror version of herself. Ok Likiliki. You got this. "Last question, is there a specifc way you want me to react? Should I pretend to be super scared of you, or absolutely in love with whatever you are doing? I can't promise to keep and act up as you play with me, but I can at least try to go along with whatever you would like."

Sakura's eyes widened as she saw Likiliki's house come into view. Even the girl's own words and the fact that she was driving a Lamborghini had not truly prepared Sakura for the size and cost of the house they were now approaching. She was even more surprised when, instead of driving the very expensive car into the garage as she would have expected, Likiliki stopped just outside and stepped out of the car, before beginning to strip herself naked.

Following her slave's lead, Sakura stepped out of the car, looking the girl over with slowly-growing arousal as she began to strip off her top, exposing her ample breasts. But, as much as she was impressed and aroused by the girl's beauty but, as Likiliki answered her question, listing the location and contents of the dungeon, the sense of unease that she felt about this whole thing only grew and grew. In particular, the mention of a branding iron and the implication that she would be expected to make use of it made Sakura feel extremely uncomfortable, particularly since she could clearly sense the unease in the girl's voice when she brought the idea up.

Whilst she was addressing Sakura, Likiliki had finished stripping and had moved around to the rear of the car. Opening the boot, she took out a collar labelled "bitch" and affixed it to herself, her new master looking on with interest and slight confusion throughout. As she was straightening it out in the mirror, the girl spoke once more, explaining that, once they entered the house, they would be on camera, their actions broadcast across the world for the entertainment of anyone sick enough to pay to watch it. The thought of torturing this poor girl live on the internet made Sakura feel extremely uncomfortable, yet she knew that she had little choice but to go through with it, or else she would be the one subjected to torture. Even so, she had no desire to make her opponent suffer more than was absolutely necessary, and nor did she care one bit about how her opponent reacted. She just wanted this to be over and done with as soon as possible.

"Erm, n..no, I think you're just fine as you are", Sakura replied, her discomfort at the idea of tormenting the girl obvious. "And, no, I don't really care how you react. Just do whatever you feel is best, really."

Sighing, Sakura attempted to steel herself for what was to come, before addressing the girl once more.

"Well, OK, I suppose we'd better get this started. Lead the way, slave", she said, clearly uncomfortable, waiting for Likiliki to open the door to the garage and head for the basement, following close behind her.