Hentai PoW - Katya versus Azami (Complete)

"Eep!" Katya exclaimed cutely as her ankled were grabbed and spread, making her fall back onto the mat. It was a pretty disadvantageous position to be in, and the enigmatic look that Azami had made Katya shudder in anticipation, that the princess might do something cruel and painful. "No..." she muttered.

When Katya felt the foot begin rubbing between her legs, she realised Azami was going for a more subtle approach. Katya's short red skirt rode up her thighs, giving those teasing toes access to her black lingerie. She squirmed as she felt a stirring in her groin at the pleasurable rubbing. From a purely tactical persepctive, though, this was not a good start for her.

"Nghh... well, you didn't waste any time..." Katya moaned, trying to keep her composure. With a grunt, the floored girl would try to sit up again and use her free hands to push Azami's foot away from her nether regions.

"I'm doing you a favor, Katya-san..." Azami cooed teasingly. "Didn't you say that endurance isn't your forte? The faster we wrap this up, the more fun we can have later on, ohohoh~"

She tried pressing her foot further for a bit, but let her opponent pushed it away while maintaining her grip on Katya's legs. Azami would then try to turn around to flip the short haired woman onto her front, before one of her feet would step on the back of Katya. The princess was planning to keep her opponent grounded before releasing the woman's legs, wanting to assure her dominance early to see how Katya react to it.

Her struggles proving ineffective, Katya pouted as she was rolled over, face-down on the mat. Despite her legs being held, she tried to drag herself forwards with her arms, but that was stopped by the foot placed firmly on her back.

The Russian gave a little groan of frustration, having already been turned on by the crotch-rubbing, and now trapped in a submissive position, she couldnâ€t help but feel that Azami was toying with her. Katya would flail her arms a little, trying to reach the foot placed on her back, but the angle was awkward to fight back effectively.

"Nghh... I knew I shouldn't have told you about that..." Katya sighed as she struggled.

"Not that it'd take anything from my victory..." Azami replied confidently before she delivered a stomp on her opponent's back. "Just relax and enjoy yourself, Katya-san... I'll show you how a hime treat her obedient subject... ohohoh~"

She would then lower herself to sit on the back of the short haired woman, looking to seize Katya's arms and drape them backwards over her knees. Azami would then attempt to wrap an arm around Her opponent's throat and pull her backwards, while using her other hand to grope Katya's breasts through the woman's clothes in a modified sleeper-clutch combo!

Katya had to admit, she was already feeling a little subservient as she wriggled beneath Azamiâ€s foot. Her pride wouldnâ€t let her go down without fighting, though, and she opened her mouth to answer Azamiâ€s taunts - only to be cut short by the ruthless stomp on her back.

“I - unghh!” she exclaimed. Worse, she felt her opponent swiftly take the initiative, sitting on her back and then trapping her arms. She hadnâ€t expected Azami take control so quickly - being pulled into the clutch left her embarrassingly helpless, and open to abuse.

“Not… your… subject…” she grunted defiantly, before she was silenced pretty quickly by the sleeper hold.

Katya hadnâ€t been expecting this, the arm around her neck restricting her air. Her pretty face became a grimace as she suffered the hold. The hand on her breasts, rudely groping them, added insult to injury, letting Katya know her domination was sexual as well as physical.

Poor Katya moaned helplessly in this predicament. She couldnâ€t lose the match from this position, but it was hardly comfortable, either; her lips hung open and her tongue lolled, her face becoming red as she struggled in the sleeper.

"Not yet," Azami corrected. "But you're going to be... and you want it..." she continued in a soft but seductive tone, her words breathed into Katya's ear.

Feeling she had things under control for now, the princess loosened her sleeper while increasing the intensity of her groping. Her other hand would hold Katya's chin instead as she nibbled the woman's ear, aiming to work on her opponent's arousal little by little. Occasionally, she would pull the short haired woman's body further back, before allowing Katya some relief by going forward again.

"Mmm... So do you like to be dominated by me, Katya-san...?" Azami teased, squeezing one of the woman's orbs harder.

Pulling Katya backwards one more time before letting the woman flopped forward, Azami finally got off her opponent. She wasn't done playing with Katya, though, as the princess would reach for the woman's hair, looking to haul her opponent up to her feet forcibly.

Several shivers ran through Katyaâ€s body as she endured a rather lengthy torment by Azami. Pinned to the mat, groped, teased, periodically bent back into moderate pain, she was feeling utterly dominated. Her fondled nipples would harden at the rough treatment, and her arousal was steadily stoked by Azamiâ€s ear nibbling.

She could only moan in reply to the other girlâ€s taunts, half in pleasure, half in frustration. It seemed like Katya was being made into Azamiâ€s bitch fairly quickly in this match.

After a few long moments of pretty much having to take what Azami dished out, Katya finally found a reprieve as her opponent got off her. She crashed forwards onto the mat, only to feel a sharp pain in her scalp as Azami dragged her upwards by her hair.

“Ow ow ow!” she squealed, her legs scrambling to right themselves and follow Azamiâ€s rough guiding hands into an upright position. She clutched at Azamiâ€s wrists, desperately trying to alleviate the pain, her face a cute scowl of distress.

Katya wasnâ€t utterly helpless, though, and, once she was upright, the petite Russian would suddenly thrust her ass backwards, looking to jab her butt into Azamiâ€s crotch, hoping to knock her unsuspecting opponent backwards.

Azami was earning herself a round of cheers and boos altogether as she utterly dominated Katya early on the match. She smiled wickedly as her hand dragged her opponent's hair to pull her up, wondering what she should do next. There was so many options available that she pondered a little too long on it, only to be snapped by the knock on her crotch by Katya's rear.

"Ow!" the self claimed princess yelped, stumbling backwards as she's forced to release the hair of her opponent.

The blue haired girl raised herself up, smirking at Katya as she began to approach the girl again. She expected a little fight, and was quite happy to remind Katya who's the superior girl over and over again. Raising her foot, Azami would start by attempting to plant her sole on that offending butt of her opponent!

"Naughty girl!" she scolded while driving her foot.

Katya gave a satisfied grunt as she knocked Azami away from her with a sexy thrust of her butt… but unfortunately for her, that made her rear a too tempting target for the counterattack.

“Ah!” she yelped with indignation as she was kicked in the ass. Katya staggered forwards clumsily, away from Azami, keeping her balance but ending up on the ring ropes.

Looking out at the crowd, the flustered girl panted, taking a second to compose herself, before turning and facing her opponent.

“Oho…. I am the naughtiest…” Katya said, a sly grin forming on her face.

The brunette would then lean back heavily against the ropes, using the tension to suddenly propel herself forward, running straight at Azami and trying to catch the other girl with a clothesline to the chest.

"That means you deserve to be punished heavily!" Azami replied as she dashed on to meet her opponent's charge.

Unfortunately, with the ropes' help, Katya had a boost of momentum, and the princess couldn't really defend herself properly as the distance between them closing in rapidly. Azami's eyes opened wider, and she crossed her arms to protect her chest as her opponent's arm was swung at her.

"Agh!" the blue haired girl cried before she fall onto her back with a thud.

While she managed to protect her breasts, Azami was now left in a slightly dazed state, her arms rather sore from taking the clothesline. She wanted to roll away and get onto her hands and knees, but it didn't seem like she'd have all the luxury to recover with her opponent still around.