Natsuki Vs Cassandra: An ASSault

[Suzanna Mey]

Cassandra was in full sex goddess mode, having given this boy the ride of his life as she embraced him in an oppressive, loving full body press. She’d giggle as he pathetically gave in the motorboating, and pet his hair like he was her puppy all the while. The size difference is staggering and poor Natsuki had nowhere to go.

And then the kiss happened. Such a strong, romantic, loving kiss. One that made the girlfriends in the crowd jealous that their boyfriends never kissed them like that. There was passion behind it. Then Natsuki began to kiss back, indulging himself. Was it an act to try to stay in the fight? Or an act of submission. Breaking the kiss, a nice warm saliva trail was left behind. “Kiss virgin~” She repeated, hammering in the insult.

The boy looked to be broken, his spirit broken, his mind wrapped around the catgirl’s paw. She had control over him physically and mentally, and intended to abuse him as much as she could due to this.

“Aww, what did you say? You need to speak up, silly~” The catgirl would say, before sitting up, and picking the boy up by the hair, then locking him into a tight bearhug once they were standing.
Slowly, the big dominating catgirl walked him into the corner, and placed him in the seated position. The whole crowd began to cheer, knowing EXACTLY what was coming for Natsuki.

[RJD]

Natsuki felt like he had been working all day and night, feeling an astounding level of exhaustion, that the big sexy catgirl had driven him to simply by using her body to sensuality crush the vitality from him. He mumbled in a daze when she broke the kiss, in almost cartoony fashion she had kissed him till he was completely out of it.

" Uhhh...oh God... " he grumbled as she pulled his body tight to his, blushing as his upper body was crushed against her massive breasts, that tight hold forcing him to hold his breath until she made her way fully to the corner. The big girl casually carrying the poor decimated femboy to the corner.

His arms felt heavy as they hung over the bottom ropes and out above the outside apron, sitting down and leaning his head back till his head was elevated against the buckle and he was looking slightly upwards. Natsuki was the only person in the arena that didn't know what was coming, and he had set himself up for it picture perfect.

Natsuki was too sore to move even an inch, as the crowd cheered and chanted. The fans were excited, many getting their recording devices ready, and waiting on eagerly.

[Suzanna Mey]

Cassandra had made him her toy, her pet, her slave. She had worked his body in everyway to soften him up for her unique brand of love and torture. She’d carry him so easily when she finally dropped him into the corner in a seated position. He fell right where she wanted him.

“Oookkaayyy cutie patootie, open wide~” Cassandra sang, spinning around and shaking her bottom. She’d pull her bottoms up to a super tight wedgie, then backed up. Her heatpress ass would press down, dead weight on him, and she’d cross her legs. She had locked in her “If it fits, I sits” finisher! Her entire bodyweight was crushing down on his head!