BDSM in the VIP lounge! Yvette vs. Sakura

Hentai Ropes Match

Win by tying your opponent's arms and legs together with rope.

Loser will be left for the the winner and the VIPs to use as they see fit

The AFW VIP lounge was an area for prestigious guests and wealthy individuals to enjoy the matches away from the crowds that lined the stadium. Located in a box high above, the lounge offered some of the best views of the ring and the jumbotrons from the viewing windows, as well as direct feeds from all the cameras. The lounge was quite comfortable and plush, sporting expensive leather couches, comfortable four-poster beds, marble tables and countertops, a full bar, and catered food services. A plethora of pretty girls acted as servers, each of them wearing sexy and enticing costumes.

Tonight though, the lounge was booked for a special event. The couches had been pushed to the sides, leaving a large space in the center. In that space, a plush carpet had been put down over a bed of wrestling mats. All around the lounge were placed various implements for BDSM, a torture rack, a Prussian Horse, several sex machines, a plethora of sex toys, whips of all kinds, gags, binding straps, and ropes. It looked like something off a set of the kinkiest of porn shoots. All around the walls, upon the couches and beds, lounged the elite VIPs who awaited tonight's in-person festivities.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight in the AFW VIP lounge we have a truly special event!" the MC announced, "We know you are the finest of AFW patrons, and so to show our appreciation, we are having a special private match just for your enjoyment! We will bring in two of the finest girls AFW has to offer. They will fight here, for your favor. The loser of this match will become your toy, for you to use however you wish with all the implements we have in this room!"

"Now, introducing our first fighter, I'm sure many of you regulars are quite familiar with her, give it up for Yvette, our favorite bunny girl!"

A door on the side of the room swung open, revealing Yvette wearing a thick robe while being pushed forward by a man. She was blushing, looking quite hesitant as she saw the many hungry eyes of the VIPs fall upon her. The man pulled back on her robe, tossing it aside to reveal exactly what she was wearing underneath.

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The crowd whooped and clapped. They knew Yvette quite well, as she was a server in the VIP lounge, and now they not only got to see her naked and bound, but also perhaps had a chance to have their way with her should she lose this sexfight. Yvette was slow to move into the ring, so the man who brought her in gave her a sharp whip with the crop he was holding, making her gasp in pain as a red streak appeared across her tight buttcheeks. The bound bunny girl quickly moved to the center as she awaited her opponent's entrance.

Sakura sighed as she stood outside the door to the VIP room, listening to her opponent's introduction and awaiting her own turn with steadily-growing embarrassment, the ropes binding her chafing uncomfortably, pressing deep into her sensitive folds. This time, her manager had really outdone himself with his cruelty. Not only would she have to fight, naked and bound, in front of a group of carefully-selected VIPs in a BDSM-themed room, but if she lost, she would be left to the mercy of not only her opponent, but of the VIPs as well. And, given that they were the kind of people who would buy tickets to a BDSM-themed sex show in the first place, she doubted that they would show her much in the way of kindness.

The only good side to this was that she had, at least, been able to convince him to make it a one-on-one match, instead of putting her up against the tag team which the girl belonged to in a handicap match. But, even so, she knew it would be very difficult for her to win the fight, given her very limited training and abilities.

As she heard her opponent's introduction finish, Sakura glanced nervously at the man standing beside her, holding a moderate-length whip which he clearly intended to use if given the slightest excuse, and began to prepare herself mentally for the ordeal of the fight that was to come.

"And now, her opponent tonight, a purple-haired beauty all the way from Japan, Saaaakura Matou!"

With that, the door swung open, and, without delay, her minder pulled off the robe, exposing Sakura's wrestling "outfit", a typical Japanese rope harness which tightly bound her body.

This, but without the gag:

Without even giving Sakura a chance to move on her own initiative, her minder pushed her forwards roughly, shoving her into the arena and giving the crowd their first sight of the volutuous, beautiful purple-haired girl's body.

"Get in there, bitch", the man growled, lashing her rear with his whip as he spoke.

Sakura let out a gasp of pain, a red mark appearing on her ass the sadistic crowd cheered her needless abuse. Realising that the man would take any opportunity he could get to punish her further, Sakura picked up her pace, but that did not stop him striking her a second time, leaving another angry welt on her tight rear and eliciting another moan from the unfortunate girl. Finally out of the man's reach, Sakura continued into the ring as fast as she could move, the cheers, catcalls and mockery of the crowd echoing in her ears as she did. As she had expected, this crowd seemed to revel in her misery, and if she was to lose this fight, she was certain that they would make her very much regret doing so.

Worse, the combination of the humiliating situation, the constant rubbing of the ropes on her sensitive folds and breasts and the sight of her attractive, similarly-bound opponent was causing Sakura's body to react, something which some of the crowd at least seemed to have noticed, judging from their mocking calls as she reached the centre of the arena. Her outfit was uncomfortable and the fight was unbearably humiliating, her body's automatic reaction only adding to the humiliation she felt. Right now, she would rather be almost anywhere other than here.

But, she was here, and she had a fight to participate in. If she won, she would at least be spared the worst of the abuse. So, turning to her opponent, she bowed politely, as she always did.

"Good luck, Yvette", she said, kindly. "May the best girl win."

Then, with that, she took up her defensive stance and waited for her opponent to begin the fight.

To say that Yvette wanted to take part in this match would actually not be far off from the mark. Though none of this was her idea per say, when management asked for a volunteer to take part, she did put her name in the hat. Now that she was a wrestler and not just a server, she both wanted to prove that she could fight AFW style, and she wanted to make sure she made a name for herself. If doing this kind of kinky Sex-Fighting was what it took, then she would give her best and kinkiest performance to impress the crowd.

Luckily for her, it seemed that the other sacrificial lamb was just as much of a cream puff as she was. She had a pretty face, a banging body, and made the cutest of sounds when her ass got whipped. Yvette felt quite bad for the girl, as she didn't look like she volunteered to take part in this fight. She wondered which of the VIPs brought her here, looking around the room for a moment, but finding no clues.

Yvette shifted forward as well as Sakura came up to her. Up close, it became apparant to Yvette that Sakura was not faking her embarrassment. Sakura's rope harness looked like it was tied just a bit tighter than her own, seeming to dig into her skin a bit deeper, rub against her a bit tighter, arouse her just a tiny bit more. Yvette wondered whether that was intentional, or if her own shibari was looser because she had a thinner figure.

Yvette responded to Sakura's kind greeting with some kindness of her own. It seemed like the girl needed it.

"Bonne chance ma cherie" Yvette said, "You'll need it more than me!"

With that, the match began. Sakura took up a defensive stance, giving all the initiative to Yvette to attack. And attack the slender French beauty did. She stepped forward, long legs closing the distance between her and her opponent in an instant, arms reaching up to grab Sakura behind her head. Yvette grasped Sakura firmly and tugged her forward, and in one swift and smooth motion brought her knee up to bury it into her opponent's soft stomach!

Somewhat surprised by her opponent's turn of speed, Sakura moved her hands up to block the incoming attack, only for her opponent to unexpectedly grab hold of her head and tug her forwards. Recognising what was to come, Sakura attempted to raise her own knee to block the strike, but she was not quick enough to do anything more than slow it down and deflect it slightly back, causing Yvette's knee to crash hard into Sakura's bare chest. In response, Sakura let out a yelp of pain and began to gasp for air, her breasts aching slightly from the attack.

Fortunately, the attack was not strong enough to send Sakura crashing to the floor. However, her opponent still had a firm grasp of Sakura's head, and the girl needed to find a way to escape fast. So, taking advantage of her lowered position, she threw a punch directly at her opponent's bare crotch, hoping to force the girl to release her grip before she could do any more damage.

Sakura had good fighting intuition, Yvette realized, as she raised her knee and deflected the worst of the knee strike. Yvette was still able to land her hit across Sakura's bountiful chest, but it did not nearly have the same effect as if she knocked the wind out of her. Yvette still had a good grip on Sakura's hair, and she was going to use that to her advantage.

That is, until Sakura hit her back. Yvette was not expecting Sakura to swing down low right from the start of the match. Her pussy was completely unguarded, allowing Sakura to land a clean hit right underneath Yvette's trimmed bush, knuckles smacking right into the French girl's hot and wet slit.

"Yeeeow!" Yvette yelped. She threw Sakura's head back, releasing her hair as she stumbled backwards, both hands clutching at her sex. All the pity she felt for her opponent disappeared in a flash with that blow. If Sakura wanted to have a cat fight, that was exactly what she was going to get!

Sakura smiled as her opponent reacted to her attack in exactly the manner she had desired, recoiling and clutching at her crotch in pain. She had no particular desire to hurt or abuse the woman, but she certainly did not wish to be left at the mercy of this crowd of sadists, and she would do whatever she had to do to prevent it.

As such, she knew that she would have to take full advantage of this opportunity. So, whilst her opponent was still nursing her abused sex, Sakura charged towards her, the ropes rubbing uncomfortably against her pussy and breasts as she ran. Ignoring the discomfort and slight arousal the tightly-bound ropes were causing her, she leapt into the air and launched into a powerful dropkick, intending to knock her opponent straight to the mat.

The ropes binding Yvette were starting to ride up very uncomfortably into the French girl's ass as she bent over, rubbing her sore pussy. Yvette knew she couldn't stay like this though, Sakura must have recovered by this point and she was leaving herself completely open! Gritting her teeth, Yvette straightened up to put up some kind of defense...

... Just in time to receive a powerful kick right in her chest! The soft soles of Sakura's feet smashed into Yvette's sternum, knocking the tall French girl right off her feet. With her slender figure, she had no extra padding at all, unlike Sakura who had a pair of voluptuous breasts. Yvette felt the kick rock her entire body and knock all the air from her lungs as she fell flat on her back.

"Guh!" Yvette gasped as she hit the floor. She lay there, completely stunned, seeing stars in her eyes, while two red marks formed above her breasts from where Sakura kicked her. With the wind knocked out of her like this, she was left completely open and defenseless!

With her opponent winded and vulnerable, Sakura knew that she had to recover her footing quickly to take full advantage. So, ignoring the ropes chafing against her skin, she hauled herself to her feet and moved towards her downed opponent. Then, she lifted up her leg and brought it down in a vicious stomp, straight on Yvette's exposed crotch. Not giving her opponent any chance to recover, she lifted her leg and stomped down again, this time directly on the girl's chest. That attack would be followed by two more viscious stomps to the girl's crotch, then another to the chest, followed by yet more to the crotch.

With each stomp, Sakura's crotch rope rubbed uncomfortably yet also pleasurably against her sensitive folds. In response, her pussy soon began to become wet, drops of arousal starting to drip from the ropes. At the same time, her clit and nipples began to harden, making her excitement very obvious to anyone watching. Yet, the humiliation that Sakura felt at being naked and aroused in front of a crowd of VIPs did not prevent her from continuing her assault, and she stomped down again and again, focussing mostly on the girl's vulnerable sex, but with an occasional strike to the chest just to ensure she remained incapacitated.

Yvette was just starting to stir, slowly getting her wind back, when Sakura appeared over her. Hey eyes widened when she saw what Sakura was aiming for. "Wait no!" Yvette said before Sakura's some suddenly cut her short. Sakura's heel smashed into her wet and already sore pussy, eliciting a squeal of pain from the downed French beauty. A powerful stomp to the chest sent Yvette back flat on her back, leaving her open and defenseless one more to her continued assault.

Two more crotch stomps left Yvette unable to cry out anymore as tears ran down her face. Through the pain though, Yvette could also feel quite a bit of sexual pleasure. Each time Sakura's foot stomped down, it put a lot of pressure on her hot and swollen clit, enough to send a pleasurable jolt through the French girl's body. Everyone could tell too that Yvette liked it, as with each stomp the wet noises her pussy made got louder and louder.

"Owww! Please stop!" Yvette wailed pathetically. She tried to sit back up again, and got another stomp to the chest for all her trouble, knocking her flat on her back. The best the French girl could do was cover her sex as best as she could with her hands, trying to add some protection to her abused sex!

Sakura was shocked and somewhat upset by her opponent's reaction to the abuse. She had expected the girl to attempt to bear the pain and do her best to escape, like a seasoned wrestler would but, instead, the girl began to cry out and beg for mercy, wailing pathetically for Sakura to stop as she stomped on the girl over and over. At first, she continued regardless, her desperation to win and protect herself from further abuse at the hands of the monsters in the crowd over-riding any sympathy she felt for her unfortunate opponent.

But, as she continued her attack, with the desperate pleas of her opponent and the cheers of the sadistic crowd ringing in her ears, Sakura's resolve began to falter. For, whilst she had no problem with doing whatever was necessary to defend herself, by now her stomping had become little more than glorified torture of a helpless girl who could neither resist nor submit, and that did not sit well with Sakura's kind-hearted nature. Even the fact that her opponent was very obviously aroused by the abuse she was suffering did not reassure Sakura's guilty conscience.

As far as Sakura could tell, this girl was simply not cut-out for this. She couldn't take the punishment that was being dished out to her, and Sakura very much doubted that she would be getting up any time soon. Whilst that lack of experience wouldn't prevent Sakura from doing her best to win the fight, the least she could do for the unfortunate girl cowering in agony on the floor was to finish it as quickly and painlessly as possible. So, after giving her opponent one last stomp to the chest just to make sure she stayed down, Sakura headed for the collection of sex toys on the side of the ring.

Her plan was to quickly obtain a set of ropes and return to bind her opponent before the girl could recover from the ordeal she'd been subjected to. But, unfortunately, Sakura found it more difficult than she had expected it would be to find a suitable rope, and it took her a good 30 seconds of searching before she was able to pick one out and return to her opponent. Assuming the girl was still on the floor, Sakura would then attempt to roll her over and sit on her legs, pinning her down and allowing her to be easily restrained.