Breaking the rules (For Tanosh)

To her own credit, even though Beth was resigned to having been beaten, she wouldn't cry out as he sruck her ass repeatedly. It hurt, and her skin was already sore from the scalding water. But she wouldn't scream, holding it in as she glared at the floor, wanting to throttle him right now.

Without warning, one spank was redirected between her thighs, catching her pussy with surprising speed. Three strikes were issued into her crotch before a fourth landed with protruding middle and ring fingers to plunge into her. This was always an interesting moment, to see how his opponent had taken the fight so far. He had been surprised in the past to find that some of the females he had defeated up until this point had been become very slick from the thrashing. What sort of girl was this he now held? he wondered.

Beth would hiss, doing her best to not cry out as the blows struck her pussy now. She wanted nothing more than to kill him. She was going to- Her thoughts were interrupted when the fourth blow brought his fingers thrusting inside of her pussy. She'd finally scream, thrashing even hareder now. She hadn't been slick from the thrashing she took. But with his fingers inside of her, she'd close her eyes, trying to focus on her hatred for him, not wanting to become slick as he violated her.

His fingers pushed in deeply, but his movements for her pleasure did not last. So, she didn't particularly like being beaten, though she had obviously shown she had preferred beating up others. How very interesting. He'd hook his fingers into a claw, and yank upwards, as though he wanted her hips to join his shoulders a few feet off the ground... but his knee in her back kept her from obliging exactly that. His left hand, which had been entirely bored during this whole exchange moved to grasp a big fist full of her light brown hair and pull it upwards in a similar fashion. The act was so simple... he felt he could do it for hours.

Beth would soon be screaming in agony, struggling against him as she tried to free her arms so she could try to pry hierself free from his grasp. But she'd been worn down too much, and could only kick her legs pathetically as he pulled her up by her pussy and by her hair. It hurt to the point where her eyes started rolling back in her head. Her stubborn nature to refuse to give up was showing. But if he kept up the hold she was going to pass out soon enough.

"Your frail body wants it. Release to the infinite darkness... don't deny your desires..." he chided her as he held her as though she were a drawn bow. Hazel eyes watched her attentiveness to her surroundings, waiting for the moment she would inevitably reach, the moment of pure overcoming exhaustion that her body shut down.

And he would deny her the moment to leave him. Just as she felt the darkness consume her, his grip on her slackened, letting her rest, and endure the torture longer. He would break her will tonight. She would not find solace in being forced into a sleep. She would know that he was stronger, and worse for her she would be made to admit it. After these admissions, she would be given back to her kin as a form of psychological warfare... he knew this would be the only course of action Kent intended. "Ahhh... You are still here..." his right hand moved to slap her face as his left continued to hold her hair. The smell of her on his fingers would likely stick to her cheeks.

Beth would whimper, her body feeling like it weighed a ton. He decided to keep her concious, and she could only guess why. He wanted her to beg more than likely. The slap to her face would bring a groan as she opened her eyes, looking up at him as she managed to reach her hand up, grabbing his wrist as she tried to pull his grasp from her hair. But she felt weak, and could barely manage to lift her hand up to grab his wrist.

She wanted to make a smart retort. But even that was beyond her now, simply trying to take in deep breaths, hoping to get some strength back to fight against him.

A contemptible smile was given as she managed to get her hand free from under his left knee. He'd take it in his right hand and force it back with the other, again applying enough pressure to keep them pressing into the small of her back and at her spine. "Just repeat after me, 'Please, forgive me, Master.'" he said softly as his right hand languidly moved back to her thighs.

Up to now, the only real damage he had sustained in this fight had been the shot to his nuts early on and the scalding water that had hit the right side of his body. His balls ached between his legs, but the pain had become numb over time, and was at a tolerable point for him now. She, however, had not been so lucky up to this point.

Beth would sob in pain as her arm was twisted back again, closing her eyes and trying to bury her face against the wet tile beneath her. What he wanted from her, she refused to give. And she knew it would mean much more pain. But she wondered if he'd let up on her if she even gave up. And she doubted that he would. "Fuck...you..."

Her whole body ached in pain from the match. He'd managed to torment her to the point where she didn't think she could take anymore. But even still she refused to submit to him. She refused to beg. And it was likely making him angry at this point.

"A pity," he said calmly. He was in control. There was no haste, no real danger to him. He could spend hours down here in the showers torturing her if necessary. His right hand again pushed his middle and ring fingers into her pussy and again hooked in such a way to keep them there. He'd pull up with both hands as he had done before, to give her the painful sensation once again.

And once again, he would hold it until she was at the brink of the abyss... wanting to leave him to a world where she had no care at all.