Laura Matsuda
“MMMRPG! MMMRPPH!!! MMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
“Damn you can put up a fight, gotta gag you even more” Juri Han groaned
She had been hired to make sure that Laura Matsuda didn’t make it to her next match. It was easy enough to just slip something into her water bottle and when she went down, drag her to a broom closet.
Still, the Brazilian was feisty and each new layer of rope only made her squirm and buck more.
This time though, she managed to drive the back of her head into Juri’s nose with a headbutt.
“Ah fuck” Juri clutched her nose
Even under the tape gag she could tell Laura was smiling. The angered Korean grabbed Laura by her hair and pulled her in close.
“Just for that, let’s make this more fun” the sadist smirked as she grabbed more rope
With a sudden pull, the knot holding what could generously be called Laura’s gi came undone, exposing her voluptuous breasts which bounced free.
Juri brought her hand down on Laura’s tit, delivering a hard smack to the jiggling globe.
Laura screamed in pain into the tape.
Juri’s hand came down again and again and again on Laura’s tit, every scream turning her brown skin more and more red until her tit was bright red.
Right when Laura thought this hell was over, Juri gave her a matching set.
“Now, are you gonna be a good little weakling?”
Laura nodded enthusiastically, tears flowing freely down her face.
Juri brought her tongue up Laura’s face, lapping up her tears.
“Let’s make sure you don’t go anywhere sugar tits”
Juri ran a rope through the shelf in the closet and then the rope found itself circling Laura’s breast, then another loop, and another, and another.
By the time Juri was done, Laura’s breasts were even redder and appeared much smaller. The pain made the Brazilian cry and whimper, her eyes pleading for mercy.
The only mercy that came is the darkness that fell as the closet closed shut, leaving Laura alone in her pain.