Training her body(Psychopatrick88 and ShadowofIce)

Unfortunately for Seraphim, and perhaps fortunately for Masane, that harder stomp would be enough pain for Masane to pass out from, flopping to the mat unconscious without another cry.

After the second stomp and witnessing her pass out, Seraphim was... dissapointed. The girl said she wanted to practice, so didn't she get that?? Seraphim didn't really care to be honest, but it was another thing for her to get angered with, finding that it just drove her further, desiring now to simply continue, even as the girl was in a state of unconsciousness.

Without any morality at the moment, Seraphim bent down to pick the girl up, doing so by grabbing her long, chocolate brown hair, and pulling her to a height at would force her about to her knees, and slowly dragged her to the turnbuckle. If there was no resistance at all, Seraphim would only continue, tossing the girl's back into rather recklessley, not caring how much it would hurt her back. She just needed a place for the girl to hang for now as she would torture her further. This whole experiance was drawing her in, it felt like a drug, and she just couldn't stop as she made sure to pound her back into the turnbuckle a few times, still holding her hair as she did before finally letting go so she could lie helpless against the corner.

Masane's body was easily dragged to the corner and slammed into it again and again, still not waking from her slumber, and but she let out a soft groan from the pain her body was in, seeming to even reach her past unconsciousness.

Her grin never vanished, and Seraphim let out a brief laughter under her breath when Masane was collapsed against the corner now, completely vulnerable to whatever else Seraphim had brought against her. She gave a mock surprise, suddenly coming to a realization of something, but trying to amuse herself from her cruel undertone to her words. "Oooh, right, I nearly forgot, even unconscious this isn't over, you still didn't give a sweet release, did you?" Referring to the terms of a Hentai match, Seraphim knew that she really hadn't finished things yet, and an idea came to mind.

Turning around, Seraphim made her way out of the ring, her actions very casual as she slid out of it, starting to explore parts of the gym, mostly going through a few of the lockers. Most were of course locked, but among the lucky few she managed to open, Seraphim found what was needed, taking no more than a minute to find what she desired to use against the girl. In one hand was a pair of steel handcuffs, which Seraphim was already using to lock the girl up. She would lift up her limp hands, holding then behind the turnbuckle, and then locking her wrists from behind it, leaving her arms raised to make it easier to get a good view of her exposed breasts, but more importantly, she couldn't be able to escape. Then, in Seraphim's other hand was a pink vibrator, one she found among the lockers, not even caring who it belonged to.

"Maybe you'll like this instead of my boot." She said with another mock laugh, starting to strip the girl completely as she yanked off her karate pants that was damp in the crotch, nearly tearing it as she threw it over one of the ropes in case she wanted to use it for anything later. Seraphim's eye glanced down at the girl's womanhood next, observing the damage she inflicted there, taking pride in her work before bending down so she could continue what she was doing. For a moment, her pointer finger prodded and glided along the outside of the girl's pussy, but a few moments later, she would shove the vibrator in, not even delicate about it before cranking it on to the first setting, stepping back to observe her 'work.'

Masane groaned, slowly coming to after she was handcuffed to the turnbuckle. "Ugghh... it hurts.. so much..." She moaned, then blinked as she was now completely stripped, and let out a loud cry as Seraphim shoved a vibrator into her sex. "Ahhnn!! Th..this isn't... how I wanted this to go!! She cried out, struggling and writhing helplessly.

Hearing the girl's pathetic moans... it felt like music to her ears. Seraphim's old habits had thought to hae died long ago ever since her time at the church, but right now, she was going through all of her older guilty pleasures she had bottled up for so long, finding that the more she watched this girl struggle, the greater is amused and even aroused Seraphim. Subconciously, she even had her fingertips gliding along her breast for a moment, but only shaking away that urge at the last moment when she heard Masane cry out.

"Hmm? Then how so? I'll turn it up if that's what you meant." Seraphim said with a fake, innocent smile placed upon her lips. She would then go to the controlls connected to the vibrator from a wire not far, and turned it to the second setting, still watching her. "Of course this is what you wanted. You wanted a Hentai match, so here's your pleasure. Should be plenty of 'practice' really, don't you think?" Paying close attention to the girl's face and also her pussy, Seraphim took in every detail from her emotions, and also wanted to point out any actions the girl made while the vibrator was in her, hoping to just embarress her further and further.

Masane clenched her teeth, glaring up at her. "NO!" She cried out, feeling it vibrating harder. "I didn't want-.. I don't need-... Gyaahhh!!" She cried out, squirming her legs around, lost for words. At the very least, she wasn't expecting her to use a toy on her. She thought it would just be her versus Seraphim, one on one, with no weapons of any kind.

This was just getting better and better~ Her reactions were so sweet and enjoyable to watch, Seraphim felt like she could practically eat it up. Why had she put off her old ways for so long? How could she forget how great it felt to make others suffer like this and cry for mercy? Not once did Seraphim take her eyes off the girl, and neither did her sadistif grin fade either, both remaining like an eagle watching its prey struggle beneath it's talons.

"You know.. that's a good look for you. Could use a few tears though. Maybe if you beg and cry enough I might do something take that out of you." Seraphim got closer to Megumi, looking her over like a fruit ripe and ready to be picked, seeing her defenseless she was, and kneeling down in front of her, reaching out to gently place her hand upon the girl's chin, practically standing between the girl's legs as Masane remained there in the nude, helpless to Seraphim's next gesture. "I dunno though... you look like you really enjoy this, don't you?" And then, just for good measure, Seraphim tightened her grin on the girl's chin, and used her other hand to give her a good, hard, slap with the back of her hand right along her cheek, doing this not once, but coming back with the palm itself to hit her in the same place again, having hit her hard with both sides of her open hand.

Masane could easily see how much this woman was enjoying her torment. She clenched her teeth, glaring up at her when she talked about begging and crying. "You... sick... f-freak..." She hissed, then yowled as she was slapped hard across the face, hanging her head afterwards, trying to fight back the tears that were building up.

Oh here it comes, pretty soon this girl would break down completely, Seraphim could hardly wait to see it happen~ There was never anything more enjoyable in tormenting someone then to see them reach their breaking point. And since Masane was bound, it was only going to be even more deslightful to see her truly defanged and unable to do a thing; like ripping the wings off a butterfly.

"Tch, say whatever you want. You won't be talking much longer." Seraphim warned while she remained kneeling before the girl, her words carrying a strong sense of warning to it before she casually went to prod the girl between the legs with her fingertip. Watching as the vibrator trembled violently in Masane's pussy, Seraphim decided to push it in just a little further, up to the point where only the whire to it could be seen sticking out at this point. "Scream again in pain and pleasure, would you?" Seraphim said softly, her whisper like the devil's requim before she looked back up at Masane, both fists suddenly clenching. Just to make sure she really would whimper or cry in pain, Seraphim sent a few quick punches at Masane's already broken down form, her punches not as devestating as they could be as they were aimed at her breasts, slapping them around with her fists a few times like a punching bag.