Duct Tape Duel: Katya vs. Sabine

Katya moaned with frustration as she felt herself being pulled up into a seated position, with her arms trapped behind her back. She hadnâ€t even had a chance to remove the tape from her eyes! She was unable to see but she knew she was in a pretty bad position right now, her shoulders and arms being painfully stretched.

Worse, she could hear Sabine tearing off another strip of sticky tape. With an inward groan she realised it was probably from the dispenser she herself had carried over. It seemed like things just werenâ€t going to go her way tonight. True enough, her situation was made bleaker by Sabine wrapping her wrists together with the duct tape.

“Oh, damn, no…” she cursed. She was now trapped in an uncomfortable hold, semi-bound, blindfolded and utterly helpless. Katya steeled herself to resist but she knew she was facing an uphill struggle now.

"Oh yess..." Sabine teased, releasing Katya's arms to crawl on top of her and remove her tape-blindfold.

Katya shook her head and blinked a few times as the tape was pulled from her face, letting her see again. This wasnâ€t particularly reassuring, all she could see was Sabine looming over her. Katya was pinned to the mat with her hands trapped behind her, and escape was all but impossible. The bound girl bucked a little with her legs in a show of resistance, but there wasnâ€t much she could really do. She felt a shudder of apprehension at how helpless she was.

"Shhh..." Sabine cooed, gently stroking her face. "It'll be over soon," the Brazilian said before giving the Russian a light kiss on the lips, if she wasn't going to enjoy being helpless in her hands then the post-match celebration wouldn't be as fun.

"Don't worry about the stakes, if you don't want to do it I wont force you, but if you do," she said with a smile growing on her face "you wont regret it."

Katya gave a soft smile in reply to the girl atop herâ€s reassurances. In truth Katya had half-expected to lose this match anyway, even when sheâ€d been making rash bets on post-match punishments, she knew it would be fun either way. She was fully prepared for Sabine to go all out on her, and now her hands were bound thatâ€s what she was bracing herself for, so she was pleasantly surprised by Sabineâ€s gentle gesture. Even though she thought it was a bit unnecessary.

“Donâ€t worry about me! You think I am kind of girl who goes back on her promises!?” Katya grinned. “You insult me with this talk!” she said in mock indignation.

“Bring it on! Match not finished anyway!” she laughed, kicking her legs to try and knock Sabine off of her. Katya was never the type to go quietly or submissively.

Sabine's grin grew and grew as Katya spoke "Good..." she purred before being bucked off. "Now if you cum in your skirt it's your own fault." She said, before sending a hand low across the Russian's tummy and to the waistline of her clothes, trying to get her wandering and skilled fingers underneath Katya's panties.

Katya gave a short moan as she felt Sabine slide her hand down her belly and under the hem of her clothes. The Brazilianâ€s fingers began to brush against her pussy; their probing made Katya shudder with pleasure as she lay supine on the mat.

“Hey…” she panted, clearly enjoying the bigger girlâ€s attentions despite her protests. “… this isnâ€t fair…” With her hands tied behind her back she could offer no resistance, not that it looked like she really wanted to. She lay squirming on the mat, slowly getting aroused, starting to grind her hips a little.

Sabine ignored the Russian's verbal protests: her body told her everything she needed to know about how much she wanted her to do this. A teasing finger would trace the outline of her womanhood before pulling out, a cruel smile on Sabine's face "Let's save that for after I beat you." She said, looking to pick up a tape dispenser to finish Katya off.

Katya moaned as she was toyed with then left. The Russian girl had a real fetish for being dominated and Sabineâ€s playful cruelty was getting her going.

That said, Katya was too proud to lie back and take her punishments passively, like a submissive pet. At least not in public, anyway. To that end, while Sabine left to fetch more tape, Katya would roll onto her side and try and scramble up onto her knees. This was difficult with bound hands but at least it would give her a better view of what Sabine was up to.

Sabine walked back to see Katya getting to her knees, "Still want to fight it?" She asked, stepping to the side, waiting for the response before dropping a huge axe kick onto the Russian's back, her legs splitting so wide at the height of the move some of the front row would swear they heard fabric rip.