Irena Romanov vs. Namie Kawamura of the Shooting Star Sisters

“Ow!” said Irena sharply as Nami’s stocking foot connected with her leg.  It appeared that with Namie’s hands tied tight, her only recourse was to try to attack Irena with her stocking feet.  “So be it,” thought Irena to herself, “at least I know what’s coming next.”  Trying to goad Namie into going for another kick, Irena rubbed at the spot that Namie had kicked.  “Ouch,” Irena whined, acting as if the kick had hurt her more than it actually did.

If Namie went for another kick, Irena would try to catch Namie’s foot, and twist Namie’s legs into a Celtic knot.  This would allow Irena to use her legs to put extreme pressure on Namie’s knees.  With her hands, she would then attempt to viciously and cruelly tickle Namie’s stocking toes.

Her kick connected and she got a brief moment of respite. In fact it looked like she did more damage the she though as Irena backed off tend to the spot. That was her chance raising her foot she brought it towards Irena and hoped to do more damage then before. Though she felt her leg caught for her troubles instead

"Aaaaaggh!" Namies leg was twisted once more as her defenseless legs were subjected to more pain while she could only try and get her arms free. With little success as Touka balled her fists on the outside wanting to help but hoping Namie could come back on her own.

Irena could practically taste her victory as she cranked in the Celtic knot. She was using her strong, toned legs to trap Namie’s legs into a very painful knot, and Namie’s hands were still tightly tied. As far as Irena could see, Namie was defenseless, helpless, and in a lot of pain. Now it was just a simple question of time before Namie would submit to her.

Better yet, Irena still had the use of her hands, and Namie’s vulnerable stocking toes presented a tempting target. Grabbing Namie’s stocking toes, Irena would cruelly twist them.

“So, Namie, how much pain would you like to endure before you submit to me, and admit that I am the better woman,” Irena would tease Namie, as she would apply pressure to Namie’s trapped legs and twist Namie’s stocking toes.

Namie was close to screaming and begging for her to stop. She was stubborn but she had her limits and with her hands practically useless that seemed to ruin any chance she could come back and win this. As the Celtic knot worked her knee and Irena started twisting her toes Namie screamed more and more as tears appeared on her face. "Alright alright! I-" she started before her words were cut off by Touka barged in and attacked Irena.

"Hands off Namie you stupid witch!" Touka tried to grab her hair and yank on it while pushing on top of her. Pulling and yanking on her locks anywhich way she could go while trying to slap her across the face.

As Irena tightened the knot with her legs, and viciously bent back Namie’s stocking toes, she could sense that the crying and screaming Namie was in absolute agony, and was about to crack and submit.  Irena was on the verge of winning the match.

Suddenly, Irena felt a sharp pain in the back of her scalp.  Yelling “OUCH! Hey! What gives?” Irena saw that Namie’s sister, Touka, had snuck up behind her, and had grabbed a handful of her hair.  As Touka climbed on top of Irena, while still pulling on her hair, Irena angrily yelled, “Hey! No fair! Ow! You’re not allowed in here! You cheater! OW! Let go of my hair.”  Touka’s response was to slap Irena hard across the face. “OWW! What the hell?!  You bitch! Get off of me!” yelled an angry and frustrated Irena.

By now, Irena had reluctantly let go of Namie’s toes, although Irena’s stocking legs were still entangled with Namie’s.  With her hands, Irena would try to give Touka’s nipples a sharp twist, and would then try to push Touka off of her, so that she could quickly get back to finishing Namie off, and get away from these cheaters.

Namie was silently thanking Touka for the save. No longer caring about proving herself over actually winning and putting an end to the pain as her little sister pulled on Irena's hair as much as possible. Though there legs were still hooked she could breathe for a second and tried to get her hands free.

"Shut up! You damn sadist!" she said as she slammed her head on the bed, even though that wouldn't do much but kept at it until she felt a sharp pain in her chest. "Agggh'" Screaming and trying to pry her hand away gave Irena the time to push her off and Namie hearing this panicked and shook her head in fear. Desperate she tries to launch a kick aimed at Irena's crotch and repay the favor from earlier in the process.

“Ouch! That hurts! Let go of my hair, you fucking cheater!” yelled Irena in pain and anger as Touka pulled her hair and slammed her head on the bed. Then it was Touka’s turn to scream in pain, as Irena’s hands successfully found their targets, latching on to Touka’s nipples, and pinching and twisting viciously.

“Get the hell off me, bitch!” screamed Irena, as she let go of Touka’s nipples, pushing the interfering sister off of her. But capitalizing on the distraction provided by her sister, Namie had managed to loosen one of her legs, which she immediately took advantage of by kicking the distracted Irena square in the pussy.

“Ah! Owww!” cried out Irena in shock and pain, as her hands went to her crotch. “You dirty, cheating bitches,” Irena complained, as she would try to aim a kick of her own at Namie’s knee, which she had already softened up with her earlier Celtic knot.

Touka hit the floor and landed next to a whip. Groaning for a few seconds and tending to her nipples she noticed the whip a few seconds later as Namie kicked Irena in the crotch and tried to back up only to take another kick in the knee as her kick failed to slow her down long enough. Namie let out another whimper as it felt like even with Touka helps she'd still lose this match.

Though Touka came up and again and started swinging the whip trying to hit her opponent over and over again to get her to back off of Namie. "Fuck You you whore!" she screamed as she hoped to get her to stay down long enough and go near Namie grabbing her arms to try and get her free from imprisonment.

Irena started to go after Namie, hoping to end the match quickly before Touka recovered, when she suddenly and loudly yelped “OUCH!” as she felt a sharp stinging pain on the back of her stocking foot, courtesy of Touka’s whip. Irena held her foot and fought back tears as she tried to roll out of the way, only to have Touka whip her hard across her shapely ass, eliciting another loud “Ow!”

“Stop that!” complained Irena,”You are not even in this match! Get the fuck out of here!”

Touka appeared to listen, but Irena quickly realized that Touka was just running towards her sister, trying to help Namie free her arms. Irena knew that if Touka succeeded, she would be in a lot of trouble. She would attempt to dodge Touka’s whip, rushing Touka and again grabbing for Touka’s nipples, hoping to distract her long enough to be able to grab Touka’s whip and choke her out with it.

Touka's whip kept her at bay while she attempted to go back to focusing on Namie. Not that she was going to allow that to happen, pushing her away she moved and tried to get her hands on the cuffs keys and free her arms from being behind her back though Irena was like a fucking roach who wouldn't just go away! Attacking her just as she was getting the keys on her cuffs. Grabbing her chest and trying to squeeze them once again. Touka let out a gasp before she felt Irena grabbing her whip and trying to use it against her.

"Anngggh!" she gave as her hands go to the whip and she tries to pry them off. Namie though is trying to push and move the key in place herself. Scoffing over to to try and hook her legs over Irena's neck and get a headscissors from the bed before she can finish Touka off. "Who the fuck said you could touch her?"