Elsa Grey vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Be Careful What You Wish For

Kaede didn’t know what Elsa was getting at, and she frankly didn’t care. The woman was implacable, nearly impossible to read; it was if her emotions and thoughts worked in a completely different way from every logical being on the Earth. Like she was an alien who’d stuffed her way into the hottest body she could find.

All she knew was that, while Elsa was talking and kissing, she wasn’t hurting her. She relished the embrace, even if her tongue was nearly yanked out to do it. Anything that wasn’t pain became so much easier to enjoy.

The relief vanished, however, when she saw Elsa coming back her way. With the kendo stick.

”No!” Kaede’s eye, the one that wasn’t swollen, widened up when she saw the weapon, and she went into a weak retreat, trying to crawl under the bed of a nearby truck, looking for any sort of cover she could find. ”You said, you said you would-”

"I said," Elsa grunted in response, grabbing Kaede by the hair and seating her back down with her legs spread open, "that I would arouse and explore that body of yours. And we are going to explore it from the inside, for all the world to see. She knelt next to the panicked young girl with a smile, wrapping one arm behind her back to restrain both of Kaede's, while the other lifted, aimed… and viciously thrust the kendo stick deep into her sex.

Kaede found herself wishing she’d gone with the former option. She would’ve been in pain and knocked out soon, yes, but at least she wouldn’t have to suffer what Elsa was about to do.

”No!” She shook her head as Elsa restrained, fighting with the last vestiges of her strength. Not much at all, sadly. ”You bitch! You…” She went into a frenzy as Elsa raised the stick up, looking at it like it was the headsman’s axe. ”Don’t, don’t-”

She did.

The screams that came before were nothing. Whimpers and sobs compared to the howling, unearthly sound that Kaede made as Elsa rammed the kendo stick home, using her own weapon against her. It felt like she was being split right down the middle, and her cries broke into a series of half-mumbled pleas and curses, unable to decide whether she should beg the pain to stop or just curse Elsa for inflicting it.

The chorus had come again and Kaede was the choir. All the screaming and pleading and begging that filled this wonderful night were still nothing compared to the miserable mess she had become, and Elsa herself was in esctacy. So much so that she brought their bodies closer, rubbing the entirety of her own bared skin against her broken, but still sexy, plaything in an erotic fit. "What's wrong?" she moaned, turning her head to lick up some of the blood from Kaede's face. "You were so eager before." Her licking turned to biting as her jaw clamped onto Kaede's skull hard, while her relatively free hand turned and twisted the weapon, making sure to produce maximum sensation.

”Stop! Stop, please!”

Elsa didn’t stop. Not even close. If anything, she just dug in harder, deeper fiercer, and there seemed to be no end to her carnage or carnal lust. Normally, she would’ve been happy to have this sort of contact with her, to have their skin rubbing against each other, to have the tight embrace, but not when she was using it to inflict even more pain.

Her screams reached an ear-piercing level as Elsa dug her teeth in. As battered as her body was, Kaede found never life with the pain coursing through her, a power that surged through and aided the squirms.

The worst part? She could feel the wisps of pleasure through the fog of pain. She knew was coming, clear from the juices that started leak from her sex. Nature was running its course, and she could do twist about in a hopeless attempt free herself.

”Don’t! Get it out, stop, don’t!”

The more her toy screamed, the harder Elsa pushed, and bit. "Mmmhmhmhmhm," she chuckled, before releasing her jaw to taunt the poor thing more. "You are screaming no, but zis is not what your body says, ja?" She made use of her flexibility to trail her tongue up Kaede's belly with a smile. "It is simply beeegging for more."

Elsa wanted Kaede to scream, and she screamed.

Elsa wanted Kaede to suffer, and she suffered.

It seemed like everything Elsa wanted Kaede to do, she did, and her consent in the matter was an afterthought. Already, she could fill the well bursting in her body, the flushing skin, the growing her, the fluids racing through her. She knew what was about to happen, and she couldn’t stop it any more than she could stop the rain from falling.

Kaede let out one, final scream of anguish, and her body betrayed her all the way, gushing from her loins, soiling her own kendo stick in the worst way. Her body went into a shivering fit as the ecstasy rolled through her and mingled with the pain, until it finally proved too much.

Utterly, totally spent, she went limp in Elsa’s grasp, muttering under breath. ”Hate you...you witch…”

And for all of Kaede's hatred, all of her agony and suffering, Elsa had the demeanor of a gentle lover. She cuddled and caressed her victim's shivering body with a calm smile, seemingly oblivious to the hatred directed at her. If this were a hentai match, it'd all be over, and Kaede would have a few minutes respite while they travelled to Elsa's home.

But it wasn't one, and for how clearly, thoughrouly beaten the poor girl was, she had not officially submitted or been pinned. Playtime wasn't quite over, and the fact that Elsa pulled the weapon from Kaede's dripping sex before hoisting her up by the hair could be considered a mercy.

One more punch sunk into Kaede's bruised gut, this time to bend her over before lifting her upside down. The vicious German brought her broken toy to the cameraman as if to show off her prowess, before dropping to her knees with Kaede's head between them, slamming her skull into the concrete.

For her part, Kaede could barely register what was happening. There was the punch, she felt that much, but everything after that was a blur, her mind too awash with conflicting feels to put together any kind of coherent picture of the world around.

She was being lifted up, hoisted around upside. Why? What was she planning?

It all made sense when Kaede registered the exact position she was, and the implications of that with the surface beneath her skull. She knew what was about to happen, and her one consolation was that it would be quick. Hopefully.

As the ground flew up to meet Kaede’s skull, she just had one wish - that she’d sleep long enough for Elsa to lose interest in her and let her go.

Even as she thought it, though, she realized the odds of that happened where quite low. That was her final though, too, before all the lights went out.

Kaede hit the floor with another sickening thud (and a faint "crack" accompanying it), and in an instant, Elsa's plaything was limp and lifeless. She smiled and sighed, moving away from the crushed girl to retrieve her coat, and the referee used the opportunity of her momentary absence to check that Kaede was in fact unresponsive. At first, a quiet, collective sigh could faintly be heard by the onlooking staff: this poor girl's ordeal had ended. Or so they believed, until Elsa hoist ther over her shoulder, planting a gentle kiss on Kaede's forehead before tossing her bloody, bruised, crumpled body into the trunk of her own car. Everyone that stood by felt a collective sense of allowing evil to happen, that there was no earthly way it was legal for this to happen… but fear won out. Fear of violating contracts and losing their jobs, sure, but also fear of the demon that entered the far more luxurious front seat of her own vehicle with a complacent smile at the carnage she had just perpetrated. As the sports car drove away, no one knew what Kaede was in for next, only that it was surely going to be a nightmare, and a nightmare without any end yet in sight.

Winner: Elsa Grey