EROTIC KICKBOXING — DEIMOS VERSUS SAKI ASAMI Match Type: Erotic Kickboxing Rules:
Win by knockout or resignation. Standard MMA striking rules. After a knockdown, the standing fighter may attempt to sexually punish their opponent—the fight will resume after the knocked down fighter either orgasms or escapes.
NOTE
This is a non-canon DM RP between myself and @Aeri. Rather than starting at the beginning of the match, this RP starts "in medias res", i.e. in the middle. Posts will be added as the RP progresses.
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Post 1 (Ichi)
The ground beneath Saki felt shaky, even though it was her legs that wobbled. Tender aches in her battered sides flared up with each breath, and the ropes at her back cut into her with each heaving undulation. Her womanly fluids dripped into the mat below, now unimpeded by her kickboxing shorts, which had been summarily discarded the last time Deimos fucked her.
Deimos. Her opponent.
Even through mildly swollen eyes, Saki could see him eyeing her with a mix of violent and carnal hunger. He breathed heavily, but the miniscule twitches in his muscles told her that he was only biding his time—a transient recovery period, meant to ensure that his next fusillade would put her down with maximal effectiveness.
Saki grit her teeth—her heart dreaded the impending beating, yet her womanhood subtly craved what came next, speaking its desire like a whisper. She raised her gloves into a tight high guard, leaving just enough of an opening for her to see through. It was a passive defense, but it would have to do; between the slight swirling of her head and aroused undertone of her breath, her reactions had the latency of an oxidizing polaroid. Active defense was not an option.
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Post 2 (Aeri)
The fight had been raging for over a quarter of an hour now, just past the mark of twenty minutes, leaving both sides drained of their stamina.. Deimos had his fists raised, chest heaving.. he was in better shape than her, and they both knew it.
This was it. The final round. His fingers curled, and he flashed her just enough of a grin to convey that in no way, shape or form would she get any mercy from him.
“What’s the matter, Bomb Girl? Fizzled out like a firecracker already?”
He taunted her with the nickname she had gained in her more unseemly works, but her left hook was a pretty solid bomb- the cut above his eye could attest to it. But it had been enough talking- now was the time to end things. His fist sailed through the air, in time with his foot stepping down into the canvas to bring him closer to her, smashing his fist right into her gut to break her posture, following it up with an immediate haymaker to the side of her jaw!
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Post 3 (Ichi)
The aggregate motion of Deimos's face revealed a slight grin to Saki's primal psyche. It was akin to the slight shifting of weight that precedes the pouncing of the beast—except here, the impetus was malice. Not survival. Saki tightened her guard, squeezing her gloved hands against her forehead while faintly crunching her body, reducing the exposed surface area on her tight torso. Her lead right foot stepped forward and out, further blading her stance and subtly gaining outside foot position. It was a concession of her legs, but her body and head were of greater concern. "What’s the matter, Bomb Girl? Fizzled out like a firecracker already?" taunted Deimos.
Saki let out a singular laugh, her guard loosening. The sobriquet seemed out of place: a throwback to her prior work as a JAV actress. A world apart from her current situation.
But Saki was afforded no time to enjoy the whimsical reference. Deimos lunged, fist and arm in-sync with his momentum—her cue to throw her fist straight down the pipe. Saki torqued her body, aiming to meet Deimos with a left-cross counter.
Too little, too late.
Deimos's fist cratered into her abs. Her organs groaned, her abs tensed, and a sharp hiss of air escaped her lips. It felt as if her stomach was trying to squeeze itself asunder. Saki hunched over, elbows dropping in a reactionary attempt to mitigate what had already landed.
The flash of white hit her vision before the jolt at the base of her skull even reached her consciousness. Her chin jerked to the side, only for the sinew of her neck to jerk it to a halt. All tension in her legs dissipated, sending the purple-haired actress on a downward trajectory.
Yet, it was not over. Saki reached out with her arms, desperate to find any purchase she could. She would attempt to wrap her arms over her attacker's arms, hopefully tying him up in the clinch. The fact that such a maneuver would leave her bare breasts pressing lasciviously against Deimos's muscled chest would be of no import to Saki, as her only goal was survival.
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Post 4 (Aeri)
Too little too late was an apt way of putting it. His blows didn’t glance- instead sailing completely into his opponents body at the desired marks, leaving her writhing to his methods.
The blow to her face in particular had her reeling. He could feel just how hard he had decked her, and it was enough for the gloved opponent to keel over forwards, her body pressing into his in.. a clinch? Not really. It wasn’t anywhere near as forceful enough to trap him, but her tits pressed against him and something stiffened against her leg..
“Aren’t you supposed to be good at this?”
He taunted, but the bite of his words was nothing compared to what was in store for her. His knee smashed into her stomach, and she was wrenched off him, shoved into the ropes while she gagged for air.
And then it REALLY began.
A blow to her chest, for the benefit of the crowd to watch her pasty tits jiggle. Another blow, striking at her jaw at the same angle as the last one- to soften her up- but the final, satisfying strike came from below, soaring up in a beautiful arc- smashing right into her chin with every intent of smashing her mouthguard off!
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Post 5 (Ichi)
A high-pitched whine impinged on Saki's senses—a noise that came not from the eardrums, but rather, from the inside of her head. From the outside, she could hear the muddled ambient roar of the crowd, its edges smoothed down to a rumble. The space around her seemed to undulate and ripple like a steady tide, making stillness feel like movement. The distortion extended to her vision, turning the ring ropes into writhing snakes and the space beyond into an ethereal, flashing swirl. Even though her gloved hands grasped onto Deimos's arms, it felt as if her hands were slipping through water, like a weak catch in a stroke.
The underwater sensation was almost enough to distract her from the rending sensation in her stomach. But she was afforded no reprieve. The next impact landed like a shotgun slug, concentrated yet heavy on her abs. Unlike the padding of a boxing glove, the patella offered little give—it crashed and crushed, forcing her soft flesh aside. Saki let out a forceful cough, followed by a choking gag and a hunched over stature. She took several drunken steps backwards, each step feeling like lead pipes trying to find purchase on jelly. The bite of the ropes met her back right as her legs gave out, causing her to throw a panicked left arm over the top rope.
If Saki was coherent, the next blow would have come as a surprise—instead, all she registered was pain. There was a transient moment of give, followed by screaming nerves as the sensitive tissue of her left breast was crushed against her ribcage. Saki let out a girlish whine, with tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Her battered breast recoiled, sending it into a violently titillating jiggle, and her other breast followed in short order.
Another burst of brightness flashed over her vision as her jaw recoiled. Her head whipped to the left, and her body followed, due to both the force and an instinctive desire to turn away from the threat. If her head was an aquarium, then its base had just been upturned. The nerves in her legs surrendered, sending her entire form on a downward trajectory.
But fate was cruel, deferring her fall to render the inevitable harsher. Down met up, yielding a collision greater than each individual part. The uppercut jolted her skull, the impact reverberating to her brain and shooting her mouthpiece out like a bullet. The blow was like a high-explosive trigger, initiating a larger chain reaction among Saki's neurons. Sparks dotted her vision as her synapses screamed. She recoiled backwards in the opposite direction, legs tangling as her body spun around and her head began careening towards the mat.
The little order left in her punch-addled brain rallied to enable Saki to put her left arm out as a feeble post—but that hardly mitigated anything. Her head slammed into the canvas, sending a secondary burst of stars flying across her perception. Unable to actively support herself, Saki went limp, with the passive structural support of her bones and joints leaving her in a face-down, ass-up position. Unfortunately for Saki, and fortuitously for both the audience and Deimos, her pussy would be exposed, ready to be claimed again.
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Post 6 (Aeri)
It was over, over after minutes that had stretched into hours. Both had their bodies littered with bruises that bloomed on their figure like petals softly claiming their ways onto the body. His fists met flesh with nothing standing in their way but the fabric that was around his fists and Saki was down, down and out for the count. Her eyes were clearly showing that she was out of it, and drool poured down her lips.
His chest heaved but his body craved hers. A sharp gasp escaped him, as he’d crouch down, gripping her by the back of her head, her ponytail held firm in his palms. He tugged at her head experimentally, using his thumb to open her mouth.. as if surveying the merchandise. She had left her marks on him and that only wanted to make him mark her as his own, even more.
“That’s.. lights out, bitch.”
He taunted.
Then he pinched her tongue, pulling it out and having it loll out in a drooling sensation. His hip lightly raised, and his pants came down to reveal and thick, powerful cock that had already been in her once.
And now?
**THWACK**
It slapped her across her face. Once. Twice. Thrice. He was humiliating her, rubbing the tip and shaft against her stretched out tongue, lifting one arm in victory, biceps flexed.
