The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

Blossom gulped a little at that - it sounded like, while Nakamoto was just as experienced with her in actual matches, she FAR exceeded in her sexual experience. As in, she'd actually had some - a lot from the sound of it - and Blossom had, to this point, had, oh, say...none. At all. Ever.

And she had the sinking, sneaking suspicion that was about to change, quite soon.

But she'd accepted the challenge, and she was part of the AFW, now - that meant not backing down from a match, no matter how hard the challenge was. She'd see it through, one way or the other, and if there was a way to win, she'd find it...and...oh, my, her fingers were heavenly. Blossom's shoulders were still a bit sore from the match with Death Bunny, and they were hitting the spot so well, she could...

No! Focus!

She melted a bit, then slipped out of her grasp and turned back to Chiharu, giving a thumbs up. "Downstairs. I'm ready for you."

That was actually probably the biggest lie she'd told in her whole life, and she doubted Chiharu would buy it for a second, but, damn it, she was at least going to try and keep her confidence up.

The girl wasnâ€t babbling like she had been a minute or two earlier, but her body language conveyed much the same meaning as Chiharu kneaded her shoulders. The Japanese beauty would not stop the massage until Blossom slipped out of her grasp. When she did that, giving her a thumbs up and indicating her readiness to go downstairs, Chiharu would smile and crack her knuckles. “Time for us to have some fun!”

She bent over and pulled a key out of her discarded robe, then trotted over to a large, polished wooden door. She opened it with a turn of the key inside the lock. “Follow me,” she called over her shoulder, before descending the staircase into the dark, silent chamber below. She searched for the light switch and found it after only a little bit of fumbling, bathing the vast array of sexual implements in warm, dim orange light.

Along one wall were a number of cabinets, none of which were labelled, but all of which contained some manner of delightful toys or tools. Along the other three walls were all sorts of bondage furniture—a sex swing in one corner, a number of crosses, a spanking horse, stocks, pillories…and much, much more.

As Blossom followed Chiharu down, she got the impression of a helpless and hapless animal, descending into the maw of some great beast, never to see the light of day, again.

When the light came on, that feeling was only heightened. "Holy cats!"

Blossom was pretty amazed - she wasn't a complete neophyte with this sort of thing, she had the internet, after all. But she'd never seen so many sex toys in such a space before, and in one place. She'd been to actual sex shops with less stuff than this - Chiharu could have given the Adam and Eve's at her hometown a run for its money. Once she cleaned the equipment enough for resale, at least.

"Wow." She walked around, marveling. "This is...wow."

Blossom was evidently impressed by Chiharuâ€s collection. Of course she was—how could she not be? Chiharu had taken pains to ensure that she had the best lesbian sex dungeon in the entire world—not only in the quantity of the equipment, but also in the quality. She only bought and used the very best bondage furniture and sex toys, and she had the tools to cater to virtually any fetish. Chiharu didnâ€t really like to brag about it, but only because the dungeon spoke for itself. She was very, very proud of it.

“Feel free to look around and acquaint yourself with where everything is,” Chiharu instructed her guest, walking further into the dungeon and making an all-encompassing sweeping gesture with her hand. “Be sure to take a look in the cabinets, too. Liquids—massage oils, body paint, and stuff like that—are in the first one. Toys are in the second one—everything from a simple dildo to electrified nipple clamps to enema bottles, syringes, and nozzles. The third cabinet is for bondage gear—handcuffs, ball gags, straitjackets, spanking paddles, and more.”

She would take a step back and let Blossom study the dungeonâ€s layout and contents. Chiharu wanted to start off the match on a roughly even footing when it came to knowledge of the available implements—it would make her inevitable victory that much more satisfying.

Huh. So this is what a fly felt like after it was caught in a web. Blossom had always wondered.

Blossom nodded and familiarized herself with some of the stuff - in particular, she was interested in the bondage gear, taking out a ball gag and inspecting it. She might have had some thoughts about this sort of stuff when she was younger. Maybe read a few magazines, perused...and joined...a few websites. Possibly had a fantasy or two. Perhaps even written an embarrassing Kim Possible fanfic where Kim used some of this stuff on Shego.

...maybe. Not saying that any of that stuff did happen. But she might have done it. Maybe.

She coughed and closed the drawer, turning back to Chiharu and approaching. "Okay, I think I'm about as ready as I'll ever be." Which is to say, not at all. "How do we start this?"

Chiharu would stand back and watch Blossom as the girl inspected the bondage gear. She seemed especially interested in the ball gags. Chiharu couldnâ€t help but smile. This little look around would familiarize her opponent with the layout of the dungeon, but it would also help her get to know the girl a little better, and, just maybe, reveal some weaknesses that she could exploit to make Blossomâ€s orgasms all the more satisfying for the both of them.

When the American seemed to be finished and turned back to her, Chiharu would put her hands on her hips and smile. “We can start however youâ€d like. I was thinking we just say ‘one, two, three, go!†and run at each other.”

Blossom rubbed her chin, thinking. The odds weren't in her favor, but...well, it seemed Chiharu was more interested in the sex part of the match than anything else. Which meant she might have been lacking as an actual fighter - maybe. The only real way to know was to engage. Even still, though, Blossom would have to win by getting her to orgasm, so it would come down to sex eventually...

Eh, she'd play it by ear. "Killer."

She took a few steps back and got into a good running stance, knees bent and poised to pounce. She'll wait until Chiharu does the same, then start the count. "One, two, three, GO!"

Blossom will break into a run at full speed, then duck down and roll at the last moment, trying to make her way behind Chiharu. If that works, she'll jump up and grab the bigger woman from behind, hoping on her back like a monkey and getting a chokehold.

Chiharu was amused by her opponentâ€s literal interpretation of her suggestion. Well, if she did want to sprint at each other and start the match off with a powerful, bone-crunching collision, then Chiharu was all too happy to oblige her. She had a weight and height advantage over the American, after all—the smaller girl would certainly sustain a greater share of the damage upon impact.

Chiharu backed up a couple of steps and crouched down, bending her knees and putting her hands out in front of her. Blossom wasted no time in counting off and starting the match. When she said “go,” Chiharu would run forward as well, as fast as she could, looking to use her size advantage and momentum to drop the smaller American girl to the mat. She was caught off-guard when the girl ducked under her outstretched arms and rolled. Chiharu didnâ€t have any experience in wrestling, and so any move or strategy more complicated than basic grappling was relatively new to her. She yelped as her opponent hopped onto her back and caught her in a chokehold. She hadnâ€t been expecting to have to do any actual fighting at all.

"Gotcha!"

Yeah, Blossom was a little crazy, but not crazy enough to get into a head on collision with someone who had a good six inches over her. Tactics!

She had to stand on her tip-toes to lock the stupid thing in properly, but she managed, pulling Chiharu back and wrenching the hold, not getting terribly much resistance while she did it - the move was a good feint, apparently, but Blossom would still have to be on the lookout - Chiharu was reasonably fit and her height advantage, it wasn't something to take lightly.

She let go off the chokehold and dropped down from her tiptoes, immediately wrapping her arms around Chiharu's voluptuous waste. Giving her a good squeeze, Blossom plant will plant her feet, jerk backwards, and send the bigger woman flying head over heels with a classic suplex, bring her down and down hard right on her head, the impact resonating through the dungeon.

Blossomâ€s tactics had managed to stump Chiharu. The Japanese beauty realized suddenly that her lack of wrestling experience may come back to bite her in this match. She had expected it to be a contest of sexual endurance, and a contest of sexual endurance only. But if her American opponent was going to pull stunts like that, she could very well find herself struggling to keep up with the spunky little brunette!

Chiharu was thankful when the shorter girl released the chokehold, but she found herself immediately captured in a tight hug. “Ghhh…” Chiharu groaned. Then, she felt herself being lifted up into the air. Her eyes widened in surprise. She swung her arms around wildly, trying to get down, but she couldnâ€t. Blossom slammed her headfirst into the cold floor. Chiharu groaned and flopped flat after impact. That hurt, a lot. This was not going the way she thought it would.