Training her body(Psychopatrick88 and ShadowofIce)

Masane was still trying to push away a little, that is, until Seraphim raised her thigh up between her legs. She let out another gasp, before uncontrollably moaning from the feeling, and bit her bottom lip nervously as the woman continued to dominate her. Lucky for Seraphim, Masane's sex was still sensitive and inexperienced, having only gone through a couple of matches. It was this she was looking to change.

By this point, even Seraphim was having trouble holding the girl up any longer. Her arms were getting tired by now, and the soothingly pleasurable experiance that built up in her firm chest was only making them weaker, it wouldn't be long before Masane would fall free from her grip. Biting the edge of her lips, Seraphim's face still a shade of red that was starting to darken, she parted her knee away from Masane's sex, but not dropping it completely as her leg and knee was still outstretched, a few inches beneath Masane's crotch.

Then, moments later, Seraphim's grip loosened, until finally, she released Masane from her grip, her arms too tired to keep holding her. Unfortunately for Masane, gravity was all that needed to take over as she would fall into Seraphim's knee once again, that part of her body still strong and well trained as it would drive into her crotch with such force.

"Nnhh.. uhnnn..." She moaned, then felt her knee leaving between her legs, and ended up flopping right down onto her knee. She shrieked in pain, her eyes lighting up with shock before falling off Seraphim and clutching tightly between her legs, kicking against the mat.

"Ghn... what's with all these lowbrow moves??"

Seraphim's own body was getting tired, her arms now shaking just a little from lifting her for so long and applying such a pressure. But in the end, it was all worth it as she witnessed Masane down on the mat, kicking in pain as she clutched her crotch. The whole thing was arousing to watch, especially when she finally caught site of the damp spot between her legs, leaving Seraphim with a bit to be desired as she found her own hand drifting towards her womanhood, daring to touch herself for the moment.

Resisting the temptation, despite how strong it was, Seraphim took a long, slow breath, sounding a bit shaky both from the faint feelings of being a little tired from the match at this point, and from the arousal, knowing she might begin to get damp below and unable to control herself if this continued. But it was still a spar and no victor had come out yet, so she had to continue.

"Shut up, you know you like it." Seraphim said coldly, approaching Masane with a slow pace before attempting to grab the girl's ankles to set up for her next attack. It was difficult since the girl was kicking about, still clutching her crotch, but Seraphim still tried anyway, going for a tight hold at her ankles so she could slowly part her legs.

"Ghnn.. yeah.. I love having my crotch aching for hours.." She retorted sarcastically, but her ankles ended up getting caught. She clenched her teeth, trying to break away, but she could not, leaving Seraphim free to do whatever she wanted to the karateka.

How condescending! Masane had struck her in the crotch before too, so this was just a repayment in ten-fold! The girl's sarcastic comment only made Seraphim more flustered and angery, finding that sadistic side of her slowly drawing out once more, and she planned to unleash it against this girl until she begged for mercy.

Yea.. she was getting her buttons pushed, and it was getting harder to resist from wanting to make Masane scream in agony.

Though she still had a sense of arousal from this whole situation, Seraphim's own pleasure could be cast aside now as she planned to bring a mixture of that wih a force of pain down on Masane, and upon grabbing her ankles, Seraphim was ready to strike. "Oh, that's good, that's real good." She said with a growing smile, her own pain slowly subsiding as a deviant grin came to her lips. "How about I give you a Tender Kiss there to make it feel better!" Calling out one of her hentai attacks, Seraphim raised her right boot, holding Masane's ankles to still keep her legs apart, and send the heel of her foot crashing down on the girl's crotch.

Masane blinked up at Seraphim as she saw the expression on her face grow.. evil. She realized now, that this wasn't a woman to be taking on in a spar. She was a heel. Unfortunately, it was too late now.

"YEEOOOWWW!!" She cried out, fighting back tears from the searing pain in her sex from the hard stomp. "N-no more! Please!" She cried out, unable to remember the last time she'd been in this much pain...

Oh god, that felt so good to hear. It had been a long time since Seraphim reveled in her sadistic tendencies, some of her fans even starting to find Seraphim's ways becoming more like a Face than a Heel in the ring. But here in the Gym, she could let loose and really forget about holding back, desiring no more than to bring down the pain and watch those delicate and agonizing expressions you got from physically beating someone down. It was practically an art to get these pains to be inflicted just right. Enough to make one suffer, but not enough to knock them out cold. They needed to be aware of it at every moment, and Seraphim was not only going to make her cum, but also have her scream.

"I thought you said you liked this?" Seraphim said with a mock tone, the heel of her boot never leaving from where it struck, now beginning to rub with a little bit of pressure along the girl's crotch. Still pushing into it harshly, but now starting to go up and down along her wet karate pants, like she was massaging the girl's crotch with her boot, soothing it for the moment. Of course, that would only last so long...

"Oh gods... please... please stop.. I.. I surrender, ok?! Lemme go, I don't want to do this anymore, you win!" She protested. This had gone beyond what she wanted to learn. Now she was just being tortured.

God? For a moment, Seraphim's eye twitched. The subject of the lord was a sensative one to Seraphim, and hearing her utter the name was annoying to say the least. Not because she simply mentioned him, but she said it plurally, like there was more than one. She didn't want to make this a grudge match over faith, that wasn't the ordeal. Seraphim was already in her path of destruction as it was, and just about anything that was said would get a reaction out of Seraphim, so really it didn't matter what Masane said, no matter what Seraphim would find negativity from it.

"You talk to much." She said coldly, before lifting her boot from the moment of massaging her, letting her have just a moment to relax, before suddenly she sent her boot down again. One more, it was strait for the girl's crotch, hoping to continue torturing her womanhood as she aimed with her toe this time to slam down into it harder than before.