Hentai PoW - Katya versus Azami (Complete)

Katya should have focused on escaping the turnbuckle. However, she was more than a little transfixed as Azami approached, letting out a small sigh as she watched the other girl lick her fingers as a sexy and provocative taunt.

“I… uhh… hey…” Katya mumbled distractedly as Azami quickly closed in on her, utterly controlling as she grabbed the brunetteâ€s wrists and draping them behind the ropes. She moaned as her legs were grabbed and spread as well, humiliatingly splayed and leaving her wet crotch wide open. Poor Katya just had an exasperated look on her face as she was left tangled in the ropes. It wouldnâ€t have taken too much strength for her to escape, but that was strength she just didnâ€t have right now.

"See? You don't even bother to fight back this time..." Azami stated with a shrug. "You... want... this..." she cooed before cupping Katya's crotch again and gave it a slow rubbing.

Her other hand lightly slapped the woman's breasts and gave one of those lovely orbs a firm squeeze. Her face closing in, but still maintaining some distance so her opponent couldn't kiss it even if she wanted. Grinning wickedly at the trapped woman, Azami withdrew her hand from Katya's womanhood and grabbed her opponent's shoulders so she could press herself against the brunette.

"Aww, look at you, Katya-san..." teased the princess as she began to deliver soft pecks and licks to Katya's ears and neck. "Should I put you out of your misery...?" she whispered seductively in the short haired woman's ear before flicking her tongue again.

Azami didn't wait for an answer, though. She raised a knee instead to tease Katya's womanhood again, rubbing it back and forth while she nibbled the ear of Katya. The princess shown no mercy in teasing her trapped opponent, occasionally blowing some air into the brunette's ear while mashing her breasts against Katya's own.

"I wonder what should I do with you after this..." cooed Azami. "Perhaps your bodyguard would like to join our lovely evening? Just imagine yourself being dominated by your own underling..."

“Ooh…” Katya moaned meekly as the cornered girl found herself groped and teased. As the princess fondled her crotch, Katya found herself getting fired up again, yearning for the fingers to slide deeper between her thighs, but cruelly they never did. The fragrant Azami was so close now, flirting deliciously, Katya feeling enthralled and infuriated in equal measure.

She was almost at the point of begging for release, but Azami didnâ€t give her the option, leaning in hard and using her knee to keep Katya stimulated. She wondered why Azami didnâ€t just try to finish the match outright - the winner would get to have all kinds of fun with the loser, so she wouldnâ€t be missing out… but then Katya realised that Azami was enjoying the public display of dominance here. Basically, the fact that she was being made this girlâ€s bitch was, paradoxically, the only thing keeping her from losing. Katyaâ€s brain tried desperately to think of a way to turn the tables, but was struggling right now.

“D… dominated by an underling?” Katya sighed, trying to collect her thoughts to affect a comeback. “Darling, everyone is my underling,” she said, managing a cheeky smile.

Even cheekier, Katya would slip her right arm free of the rope and try to slap Azami across the face.

"Ow!" Azami cried as the slap on the face caught her by surprise. "You... Now you've done it..." she glared to the cheeky brunette, before backing away for a bit to deliver a back hand slap to Katya's cheek. "I'll show you who's the underling!"

Her announcement was followed with a knee strike to the short haired woman's midsection. Azami wasn't really upset about the slap, but she needed to remind Katya about her place, as well as showing the girl that she could be rough when needed.

The blue haired princess rubbed her sore cheek after that, before forcefully untangling Katya from the ropes to bring the woman down onto her back. Azami decided that it's time to finish this one in style while fulfilling her words from earlier. First thing first, however, she's going to remove Katya's bottom to expose the girl's bare womanhood to the audiences.

“Haha-OW!” Katya began chuckling but the cornered girl was cut short by a revenge slap across the face, making her already red cheek sting. A knee to the stomach made Katya groan, her body convulsing a little although staying tangled in the ropes.

The Russian knew she was in trouble as Azami grabbed her legs, and frankly a part of her was excited by the threat. Still, she gave another groan as she was yanked out of the corner and flopped down hard onto her back.

She lay gasping cutely at the foot of the turnbuckle, quite out of it now. Before she knew what was happening, she felt hands around the waist of her outfit, and Azami was pulling down her skirt and panties!

“Eep!” she yelped as she felt the air against her wet pussy, her smooth snatch now on display for the crowd. Defensively, the floored Katya would reach up and grab the ropes, trying to pull herself back into the corner to escape Azamiâ€s clothes-stealing hands, though her panties were already past her knees as she did this.

"Stay still!" Azami taunted as she kept trying to tug Katya's panties, before she decided to stop once she got the woman's underwear down near the ankles. "Wait... I think this will look better for you..." she chuckled.

Having that pantie remained on her leg like that would only restrict her opponent's movement, or so the princess thought. With Katya retreating back to the corner, it might not affect the woman too much, but it would make it easier to chase the brunette if she tried to run further.

Azami smirked and lunged forward, her arm reaching from behind Katya in an attempt to pull her opponent away from the corner. The blue haired girl was planning to wrap her arm to put the short haired woman in a Dragon Sleeper hold, so she could weaken Katya further while dragging her opponent towards the center. Just to make sure the cheeky brunette wouldn't give her too much problem, Azami would also grab Katya's breast with her other hand.

Poor Katya was in quite an embarrassing position now, with her outfit round her ankles leaving her legs tangled together, with her pussy and peachy ass on full display to everyone. The fact that her top remained intact seemed to exaggerate the nakedness of her lower half.

She thought she had a chance to escape by pulling herself up off the floor, but she just ended up in a dragon sleeper hold; with her head bent back and her face pressed into Azamiâ€s armpit, she was again extremely vulnerable.

“Mmph!” she groaned, arms flailing weakly, swatting at Azamiâ€s arms but not in any real position to escape. With her legs tied together and her upper body in the princess†grip, Katya felt especially helpless right now. Her hope of putting on a decent performance in this match had all but vanished… it was clear that she was fast becoming Azamiâ€s plaything… with the prospect of a lot more torture to come. Katya was frustrated and aroused in equal measure.

"I see you're still lively..." Azami teased while her hand slipped under Katya's top and bra to feel the woman's soft breast. "Let's see if you can last until the end..."

The princess kept her hold for a bit longer before she gradually loosened the sleeper. Her fondling on her opponent's breast became rougher as she also occasionally rub the nipple of Katya. Once she was sure that the short haired woman was distracted enough, Azami would drop down to one knee, taking Katya along her as she planned to stun her opponent a little with a back breaker.

"Oh, this might hurt a bit..."she warned teasingly before dropping herself to the mat.

Katya was in increasing torment now, trapped in the dragon sleeper with her breast roughly fondled, her nipples stiffening as they were groped and rubbed. The Russian shuddered, emitting muffled moans into Azamiâ€s arm, her whimpers becoming slowly more urgent as the cruel treatment continued.

Her pounding heart skipped a beat as Azami suddenly warned that she was in for some pain. She stiffened, bracing herself and not knowing what to expect. The sudden backbreaker still took her unawares, the princess punishing her with a swift slam onto an upturned knee.

“Gahhh!!” she wailed, hot pain jolting through her body, mixing with her arousal, leaving her sore and reeling, barely able to think, beyond how badly Azami was owning her.

Azami grinned wickedly at the sight of Katya writhing in pain as she let her opponent, rolling the brunette onto her back. This should be enough to weaken the feisty short haired woman. The princess wasted no time and pulled off Katya's pantie, tossing it outside the ring as she's going to show Katya what it meant to be her throne. Azami would attempt to fold the brunette's arms and legs together to tangle them, before she rolled the woman again onto her front. The crowds roared as they knew what this would mean.

"And now... let the real fun begin..." Azami announced with an evil smile on her face as she walked towards the folded Katya and turned around to plant her ass on the girl's back.