Domination Versus Match! Bill & Seiko Vs. Sandra & Saya

[Lycanstar]

Compared to Bill's brute force method, Seiko showcased a more feminine and graceful method as She performed a handstand into knees to Her jobbers crotch~ The graceful way She presented Her body was something Bill took especial note of, admiring Her form in the way She handled Her opponent with a sultry and eventual seductive manner~ The kisses She provided felt passionate and emphatic of how She would no doubt continue their little "Contest". As She eventually locked eyes with Bill's masked expression, the challenge was clearly set- and Bill knew just the way He hoped to top Seiko.

"mmhf.. m-munnh..?"

Light came back to Sandra's vision as the dark rear of Bill finally was raised off of Her face. Squirming lightly with very little control of Her limbs, the brunette could merely stair up at the massive physique of the man who had just used Her like a chair. Light moans of discomfort barely passed out Her lips as Her laid out position no doubt left Her at the absolute mercy and imagination that Her opponent could conjure up... The thought caused Her breathing to start to become quicker once more as Her eyes remained fixated on His... His barely concealed manhood. Sandra could only imagine what He had in store for Her when He dressed so... exposed. He clearly was able to dictate everything He needed to with body language and appearance alone, which made Her hardly even shocked when He turned around and bent forward to pick Her up.

Lifted into a tombstone position, Bill was easily able to deadflift the thick jobber into His arms as She dangled upside down before with a extra hoist, She was securely pressed up right against His body. Sandra's crotch was pressed directly underneath where Bill's nose would be, as She felt His breath being forced through His mask and blowing directly against the thin material covering Her womanhood. Perhaps it was Her imagination, but without being able to see it for Herself She may as well have imagined a bull huffing its nostrils directly against Her most sensitive region... The invasive thought would only partially eat up at Her however, as Her nose was pressed up against something equally as damming to what She should expect.

Her mouth laid agape as She was forced to stare, smell and simply... feel Her face right against Bill's package. The material covering it was so thin She... She felt like it was already practically against Her. It must have been just... absolutely huge~ Had Sandra ever been with a man so... Just... Massive in stature? She was not a petite Woman by any means but the way Bill just towered over Her, carried Her as if She weighed a feather and imposed His will over Her was causing...

The thought was cut off suddenly as Sandra felt Her backside thump lightly against something- shortly afterwards Bill's body squeezed forward, causing His crotch to smoosh right up against Her face. "Mmhf. hmmff.." Her heartbeat was racing but it- it wasn't out of fear it- it was... Oh g-god p-please~

Her legs were wrapped backwards and feet hooked underneath the metal of the top turnbuckle. Her knees bent forward and rested on the top rope as Bill pushed down to adjust Her legs and keep Her in place, stepping back to observe... Sandra was laid upside down in the tree of woe! Dangling upside down, Her arms following the gravity as Her fixated gaze remained on His crotch. The distinct lack of fear or screams was quite telling to Bill, who took note of the reaction and stared down with a almost condescending body language.

"Mmh."

As if taking note before beggining His task, Bill hummed lightly before stomping His way back over, getting in close to the dangling Sandra and pressing His hands onto Her thighs. Bill's hands slid down Her thigh and ever so lightly began to pull on the waistband of Her underwear, looking to bring them in as tightly against Her skin as possible without putting in too much force. Sandra's camel toe became extremely visible now as Her lips were barely contained by the roughly thin material She was provided to cover Herself with, the Brunette's legs squirming lightly in reaction.

Bill raised His right palm and turned it sideways, then pressed it pinky side down against the parsing of Her lips as if too smooth out a mark. Rubbing lightly for a second from front to back, Bill ensured the material pressed inwards enough to keep itself in place- Sandra only able to make out a single uneasy moan before suddenly- Bill raised His outstretched palm.

*THOK*!

"AAHHHHHHHHHIIEEEAAAAAA!!!!!!"

Bill did what could only be described as a measured karate chop to the centre of the crotch- His sideways palm thwacked with a loud thud between Her legs- causing a intense scream from the seemingly physically unprepared Sandra! Her torso heaved and attempted to raise itself but to very little avail- She could not even manage to reach Her hands high enough to attempt to hold the damaged area as Her position was one that would not be easy to escape!

*THOK*!

"AAAHH-A-AHHH!!!!!!!!"

Another measured chop landed right against Her womanhood, causing Her thighs to quiver in place as the material covering Her bunched up and Her labia began to swell. Sandra's mouth remained wide open- Her screams sounding more pained as the damage lingered onwards, an intense-

*THOK*!

"AAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!P-PLEASE S-STO-"

*THOK*!

"AAAAAAAAIAHHHHAHHHHEEE"

Sandra's torso wildly swung back and forth as She attempted to do... ANYTHING to mitigate what was happening to Her! Tears streamed up Her face and landed down on the mat as Her cries began to reach a fever pitch~ Her womanhood felt like it was pulsing from the pain- combined with the upside down position, it was a feeling that Sandra never could have IMAGINED feeling in Her life! Her mouth became dry and soft weeping came over Her as finally it seemed that Bi-

*THOK*!

Sandra's mouth widely opened emitted nothing but a lightly pitched peep- Her eyes closed tightly and breathing became hard to come by between the screams and agony... Her womanhood pulsed and beat like Her heart which was running a mile a minute- H-how could He be so... so cruel..?

Bill for His part, simply retreated His palm and leaned back to observe the agonized Sandra remaining upside down and attempting to reach Her crotch with minimal success. His erect trunks prominently mirrored against the agony Sandra was feeling before His mask turned towards Seiko, leaning against the rope with a hand placed on His hip as if to request Her rebuttal.

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Seiko kept her lips sealed to Saya's mouth, her tongue lazily exploring Saya's tongue, gums, and teeth. The warm, wet muscles in their mouths seemed to be having their own wrestling match, and it seemed to be a mirroring image of what was happening in this very ring. Seiko's tongue dominated. Saya's tongue limply moved around with every push, lash and roll from Seiko's. The sounds that came from the kiss were exquisitely wet. Soft squelches and slurps, subtle, slightly satisfied moans from Seiko, unconscious choking and gagging sounds from Saya.

Through the kiss, Seiko watched Bill as he started to set up the next move. Her eyes watched Sandra's heavy, thick body get picked up as if it were weightless. Bill carried Sandra like Seiko carried Saya. Seiko knew she would likely struggle to do some of the same moves Bill would do to Sandra if they switched partners for a while. She kept that in the back of her mind, beginning to calculate how she would make up for the sheer mass and power that Bill has. She would make up for it with pure dominance. Attitude and the way someone carries themselves goes a long way. She would likely rely on submissions, plenty of dirty and underhanded moves. This was basically a heel off so there would be no problem there. Seiko's mind began to race, going back and forth between her current plans for Saya and her possible future plans for Sandra.

She saw Bill lift Sandra into what looked like a tombstone position but with an extra hoist, she noticed the way Bill pressed Sandra's crotch directly under his nose. Seiko couldn't help but feel a little jealous. She knew that smell all to well with all her years as a sensual heel. Bill could likely smell the fear, the slight damp musk, raw and total.

Seiko slowly separated the kiss and unwrapped her legs from around Saya's waist. She would lift Saya's limp body and adjust it so that she was sitting in her lap, her small yet shapely rear pressed right between Seiko's thighs. The warmth radiating from Seiko's arousal was rising. She knew something truly painful was about to happen to Sandra, and she wanted to see every single moment. Every single reaction.

She would gently pat Saya's face a few times, pinching her nose and covering her mouth to force her awake. Saya's eyes shot wide and she let out a gasp as Seiko let her breathe. She would wrap her legs around Saya's body again slowly building pressure as she gripped Saya's head, forcing her to watch Sandra get placed in the tree of woe position.

Seiko noticed Bill almost prepping Sandra for what was to come. The way he ran his hands down her thighs before pulling on the waistband of her underwear, wedging them deeply into Sandra's lower lips, creating a beautiful camel toe. The way Bill pressed and slid his pinky over the parsing of her lips before suddenly sending a karate chop directly down between her legs.

The sound was brutal. A devastating cry from Sandra erupted and it made Seiko's mouth water while it made Saya's eyes water. Seiko would grip Saya's chin, making her watch, whispering into her ear. "Look at him go! Looks like he's trying to split her in half! Wow... I'm going to have to pull off something extra cruel now. Hope you're ready..." Seiko teased, licking Saya's ear, gently nibbling on the lobe as her breasts pressed tightly against Saya's back.

The chops kept coming and Sandra's please became more and more desperate. Seiko heard the fever pitch and let out a slight noticeable moan into Saya's ear. "She sounds so pretty doesn't she? I can see why you were picking on her earlier, like a school girl being mean to her crush... So silly... But I get it..." Seiko teased, watching Bill turn to her, waiting for a rebuttal.

Seiko sighed as she stood up, hefting Saya up with her. She would stand behind Saya, gripping her hair with one hand while the other swung back before swinging forward, landing her flat palm against Saya's rear. "Tell Bill you liked his show." Seiko ordered plainly. Saya stuttered and whimpered but the words slipped and tumbled. "Say it..." Seiko warned, rearing back her palm again before sending a harder slap to the left cheek, leaving a pink hand print on Saya's rear. "I... I liked... It..." Saya said nervously, almost through tears. Seiko smirked at Bill before turning her attention fully to Saya.

"The tree of woe is a great idea. I think I'm going to steal that idea for this next part Bill. Thank you for the inspiration." She said as she lifted Saya up and flipped her upside down. She held Saya the same way Bill did for a moment, hefting her up a bit further so that she could smell Saya's fear. She closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, even leaning forward and sticking out her tongue, running it along Saya's covered crotch, tasting the sweat. "Just a sample..." She teased before setting her up in the same position Sandra was in. "The prep work was perfect by the way..." Seiko said as she gripped Saya's waist band of her bikini bottoms and followed in Bill's footsteps, pulling the material of Saya's bottoms tight to her crotch, making sure the material basically flossed between Saya's lower lips. She did the same thing bill did, turning her hand sideways and running the length of her pinky over the material that was splitting Saya's crotch. She raised her hand high, looking at Bill, bringing it down fast but surprisingly stopping right before it struck. Saya squeezed her eyes shut as her body tensed. The lack of pain was a cruel shock. She knew it was coming. The fear was almost just as effective.

Saya had a mischievous smile on her face as she wagged a finger towards Bill, saying "Chopping is effective sure... But I want to be at least a little original on this one... I'm going to tenderize this cute fillet so I can enjoy my meal later..." She teased before raising her arm up, pointing her elbow downwards, sending the sharp tip crashing right against the crotch of Saya. This time she didn't stop. She kept the cap of her elbow pressed sharply against Saya's groin, twisting and turning and grinding into it. She turned and did the same thing with the other elbow, making Saya scream.

"Gotta put a bit of elbow grease in there right?" Seiko teased as she crouched in front of Saya's inverted body. Seiko would run her hands over Saya's stomach, feeling the thin, flat core, the ribs and all. She snuck a finger tip into Saya's navel, slowly swirling it around.

Seiko's hands traveled further down, reaching Saya's breasts. She groped them roughly, squeezing and kneading them like dough, appreciating the smallness of them. They fit perfectly in her hands. She would circle over the thin bikini top material, right over where the areolas were hidden, waiting for the small peaks of Saya's nipples to become visible through her bikini top. Once they were erect, Seiko gripped each one and twisted them tightly, getting a loud cry from Saya.

Seiko released the nipples and ran her hands over Seiko's collarbone to her neck before caressing her face. "I know that must of hurt. This is going to be worse." Seiko said casually as she gripped the roots of Saya's long blond hair, pulling her head and upper body upwards. Saya was now laying flat in the air, her legs supported by the ropes, her upper body supported by Seiko by the stinging grip she had on her hair.

Seiko would slowly adjust her stance, a long leg on either side of Saya's head. She smiled down at Saya before stepping forward. Seiko's hot, strong thighs brushed against Saya's face before closing around Saya's neck. Saya's view was intense to say the least. Her mouth and nose were pressed flush to Seiko's crotch and rear, deep between her most intimate areas. She was only able to see the curve of Saya's generous rear and up her strong muscled yet feminine back and her beautiful white hair. She felt Seiko begin to pulsate her thighs, creating a dull ache in her neck and her head. The squeezing became tighter and tighter before loosening again. A steady pattern to keep Saya conscious but suffering.

Seiko looked back over her shoulder to look at Bill and Sandra, giving both of them a wink, even going as far as spanking herself, letting her cheek jiggle and wobble, teasing the two across the ring.

She than refocused on the task at hand. Her hands were free to do as they pleased. She balled her fists and began raining down punches. First they were fast and rapid, aiming indiscriminately for Saya's core. The punches began to slow down but with less speed came more power. Each blow caused Saya to let out a muffled cry, vibrating nicely against Seiko's rear.

Seiko kept this move going for a full 90 seconds, working up a sweat. By the time she was done, she wiped sweat from her brow and rolled her shoulders to loosen up. She had not held back. She had one more addition to this move before she would see how Bill would rebuttal.

Seiko squeezed her thighs as tight as she possibly could, crossing her ankles, tucking Saya's face deep into her rear's crevices before slowly releasing the squeeze. She would reach down and hold Saya's shoulders, making sure she didn't swing back into the traditional tree of woe position.

Seiko instead wrapped her arm around Seiko's head, tucking her face nice and tight unto the crook of her arm, the intensity of the hold pressed Saya's face directly into Seiko's armpit. The musk and sweat filled Saya's senses, making her eyes water more than they already were. Seiko tightened her grip, reaching forward and giving Saya's battered belly a few teasing pats before she fell backwards, yanking Saya's legs off the corner post and crashing down with a reverse DDT, slamming back of the crown of Saya's head directly into the mat.

Seiko would stay on her back, keeping Saya's face in her armpit, basking in the dominance. Saya began to convulse and spasm. Seiko couldn't help but smile, releasing the hold and sitting Saya into her lap, cradling her while watching to see what Bill had in store next.

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Bill's head turned in a slight nod at the words of Saya, acknowledging Her "approval" with the kind of cold, expressionless reaction He was known for. It was hard to tell if Bill was impressed with the moves Seiko began to put onto Her jobber, opting to take a page from The Crusher's book and place Saya in the tree of woe. Sandra helplessly watched with a flushed stared as Saya's domination seemed to almost mirror Hers~ Albeit with a more sexually charged tone given the smothers and headscissors that trapped the petite Woman intensely. The elbows, pinches and pulling of Saya almost made Sandra in Her unfortunate position feel almost lucky to simply be... manhandled. Although that sort of thinking didn't help ease the pain in Her crotch at this time.

*SLAM!*

An intense DDT drilled Saya into the canvas before Seiko dragged Her spasming body backwards and held into a armpit smother. Bill nodded lightly in approval... or acknowledgement once more, again impressed with the feminine style of domination combined with the intense nature of Her strikes and endurance. However with a sly smile, Bill knew it was His turn to prove what His style of dominance could do as He turned His attention back to Sandra.

The brunette whined lightly and moaned with unease as She was forced to stare upside down at the spasming Saya. Struggling to keep Her eyes open this long through the pain of Her swelling labia and blood rushing to Her head, Her eyes lightly closed and reopened while Her mouth remained agape. Unable to have ever reached Her crotch, Sandra's body tensed up as Bill placed His hand on Her thighs, keeping them pressed out, still locked in the tree of woe. She so desperately wanted some relief to Her poor womanhood, whether it be from Her or Her dominator but the words barely echoed from Her throat as only a light coo was released.

Stepping in front of Sandra's view, Her face was met directly with Bill's crotch which blocked the view of everything and reminded Her that She was enveloped and at the complete mercy of Her masked dominator... But the longer She stared at it- the more She began to... feel its presence. Such a strong and confident manhood being forced so close to Her, it just~ God, how did it come to this for Her? Was She becoming so infatuated with Her dominator that She wanted Him closer? To touch Her more and~ "ooooOhh..."

Bill's hands made their way down Sandra's trapped legs and to Her boots, which one at a time He began pulling off. Loosening Her right leg, Sandra's foot was pointed upwards and Her boot was yanked with some forced off Her calf and past Her toes, exposing them to the arena. Soon followed the second boot as Sandra with some freedom to move, aimlessly wiggled Her feet in place in an attempt to cause some blood flow across Her drained lower body.

Staring down at Sandra's camel toe, Bill allowed the brunette to lightly wiggle Her feet for a brief while, perhaps pondering what manner of domination to provide Her with next. Her reddening womanhood swelled and pulsated lightly from the chops He had just given to it, almost looking as if it was inviting Him for more. Following that thought, Bill would lower Himself closer to Sandra's body and press His chest in tightly to Her abdomen- His crotch unflatteringly smothering Sandra, which eeked out a slight uneasy groan from the trapped jobber.

Raising His hand to His mask, Bill tugged at the bottom lightly and with what cover He could muster in front of Sandra's legs; raised His mask enough to expose His lips and nostrils slightly. Sandra could feel the difference right away- His breath was more free and blew with a renewed vigour against Her tightly pulled underwear. His breath felt like it was invading inside of Her already~ and eventually His lips they pressed against Her- "Hmmmf~" Oh~ Oh sweet relief~ Sandra's toes curled and thighs squeezed in and out lightly- The pressing of Bill's lips against Her swollen labia caused every single pain in Her body to dissipate. She had to keep Herself together to not moan too much but it was difficult- especially with Her nose pressed deep against Bill's hardened manhood. The smell of His body made Her feel light as a feather~ The two were so inseparable at this time and Sandra never knew that being dominated like this could be just so~ so...

Bill's arms wrapped around Sandra's back. He tightly hugged and squeezed, bringing Her face in closer to His crotch, Her breathing picking up while Bill exhaled deeply into Hers. A exerting grunt came from the big man as His squatted legs pressed upwards and Sandra's dangling feet felt a light gust of air- She was raised off of the tree of woe and after a slight bump and adjustment, was now held tightly in a tombstone position by Bill. No longer feeling the embrace of the turnbuckle pads, Sandra was fully at the mercy of Bill's meaty hands wrapped around Her backside. Her eyes barely had enough space to stare out the bottom of His crotch and between His legs where for a second She could see the pair of Seiko and Saya watching on- but in Sandra's current state that may have been the last thing on Her mind.

With a ease of control that few competitors could showcase, Bill stomped His bare feet with a light crash on the canvas and began walking around the ring, carrying the upside down Sandra in His tight grip. Each dominant stomp against the boards of the ring caused the pairs bodies to shake ever so lightly, Sandra's thick rear shaking with each *stomp... stomp... stomp*. Her eyes closed lightly as She focused on Her breathing. Every inhale was another whiff of Bill's manly musk directly against Her lips and nose, every exhale a light breeze of acknowledgement to His manhood. Her lips vibrated with uneasy moans, sending those feelings right into His covered bulge which twitched and hardened with each passing second of Her inadvertent stimulation.

Meanwhile up by Her legs, Bill's own facial features were making their presence known to Sandra's body as the typically fully masked man lightly pursed His lips against Her womanhood. Combined with His nose pressed directly above Her camel toe, Bill was able to feel every pulse and throb of Her aching womanhood against Him. The smell of female sexuality emanated lightly with each passing second and Bill had a front row seat to take it all in. The occasional exhale drew a shiver from Sandra, starting at Her spine and making it's way down Her body to Her legs which twitched lightly before fluttering once again in the open breeze of the arena.

*stomp... stomp... stomp*. Continuing to parade Her around the ring, Bill's mask locked eyes with Seiko for a brief second before continuing His stroll in a large circle, allowing the entire audience to see every inch of the sensual hold He kept Her in. "Hmph~" A light adjustment as Bill dropped Sandra half an inch before hoisting Her back into a comfortable position, causing Her legs to squeeze in and out as a reaction. The two felt inseparable~ Sandra's body quivered inside and out with the exhale Bill pushed into Her crotch after the adjustment. "mmh. mnh. mh~" Comforting moans pursed Her lips as the smell of male sexuality found it's way to Her nose. She felt so close She could taste it~ His erect penis was beginning to cover more and more of Her senses- H-Her hands lightly fumbled around His upper thighs and eventually held onto His rear, gripping at His exposed skin and hugging it as best as She could, wanting to so desperately become closer and closer to His body~ "Shh- shh shh." Bill, possibly attempting to ease the stirring Sandra only seemed to advance Her emotions as the light shushes brought a enhanced vigour to Her lips and breathing. Her eyes shut lightly and feet dangled in the breeze as Her loins stirred and stirred~ Turned on so delicately by the subtle way The Crusher manhandled Her. *stomp... stomp... stomp*.

Bill froze in place, standing back in the corner where the two started and facing Seiko. The stillness of His hold was taken note of by Sandra whose eyes lightly opened and stared off into the turnbuckles where She was previous held in place. Her body ever so slightly wiggled back and forward, as if to attempt to illicit the walk once again- praying Bill would continued to keep things going more and more. Unfortunately for the brunette, that's exactly what Bill had in mind- with one important added detail.

*THNK*

Sandra's body crashed head first into the canvas as Bill dropped to His knees. Her eyes shot to the back of Her head and body jiggled lightly- arms falling from the comfortable rear She held onto so fondly. Her ass jiggled unflatteringly from the reverberation and appeasement to Bill's crotch ceased. A jolt of shocked energy scrambled up Her left leg and caused Her calf to wiggle in the breeze like a windy flag before Her body slowly became limp, legs and arms splayed out haphazardly as Bill remained in His knelt position with Her body still held tight.

Huff. Huff. Bill exhaled more into Sandra's swelled labia which continued it's gentle pulsating despite the reaction of the rest of Her body. With a final deep exhale, Bill pressed His left foot back onto the canvas before following with the right one and hoisted the limp Sandra right back into the walking tombstone position; albeit with Sandra not able to fully embrace Her dominator as She had previously.

*stomp... stomp... stomp*. The limp Sandra's legs and arms dangled lifelessly as Bill took Her for the exact same tour around the ring, Her limp head unflatteringly bouncing lightly off of Bill's erection due to the lack of control She had. *stomp... stomp... stomp*.

Bill fixed Himself in a new position, facing outside to the audience. He stared blankly and with another exhale-
*THNK*

*thmpthmpthmp~* Sandra's right arm spasmed against the canvas as Her entire body shook head to toe as if She had been zapped with a taser. A similar bolt of energy shot up Her legs and caused Her to twitch; foot curled upwards as high as it could go while Her eyelids fluttered between consciousness and unconsciousness.

An exhale of exertion, both feet planted. *stomp... stomp... stomp*. A new spot found, in the corner-
*THNK*

Sandra's limbs straightened out. Her body shook lightly but She almost seemed as stiff as a mannequin. A light spasm in Her hips was all that happened for a good few seconds before Her limbs once again limply fell in place, dangling lifelessly once more. Her womanhood emitted a stronger sexual scent, it seemed in Her unconscious state Her body still was able to know what it desired most of all~ Bill's slow and subtle manipulation seemed to make that crystal clear.

Bill hoisted the limp Sandra up one last time~ It becoming more evident that even He had His limits as He visibly creaked more in this raise than the previous ones. Returning to the original corner He turned His limp jobber around so He could once again face Seiko directly. Staring daggers directly at Her, Bill held Sandra in silence for a few more seconds- before lightly raising Her and-
*THNK*

No reaction. Her limp body swayed uneasily upside down as Bill held Her in place while on His knees. Eventually though- His arms retreated from Her back and His head retreated from Her crotch. She balanced on Her head for a good few seconds, almost impressively so given how splayed out Her dangling limbs were before finally toppling forward in the direction of Seiko.

*THOOOM!!!*

Sandra's limp body crashed onto it's ass in plain view of Seiko and Saya, expression locked in a curious, yet shocked look. Her eyes stared blankly at the arena lights as the red of Her face ever so slowly dissipated to the rest of Her pale body. Her camel toe continued to lightly pulsate as the smallest wet patch could become visible to the opposition- and a single twitch of the leg marked a sign of life. Bill remained stared down at Sandra's blank expression before looking up slowly at Seiko, not saying a word as He remained knelt in place and fixed His mask back over His nose and lips.

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Seiko watched as Bill immediately started to take action. She watched as he stood in front of Sandra's inverted body that was trapped in the tree of woe. Seiko would raise an eyebrow as she watched Bill begin to pull off Sandra's boots. "Ooooh look at those toes! Stiff as twigs!" Seiko teased into Saya's unconscious ear. She giggled to herself as she watched Sandra lightly wiggle her feet to recirculate the blood in them.

Seiko would softly pat Saya's face, shaking her hear, trying to wake the petite blonde. "C'mon Saya... I want you to see this..." She whispered softly, as Saya's eyes twitched, her body spasmed a few times and she let out a guttural groan. The brutality of Seiko's last bout was not easy to come back from. Where Saya found herself was humiliating, in an almost infantile position, cradled by her opponent. As soon as Saya showed signs of life, Seiko would grip her chin and her hair, forcing her to focus solely on Bill and Sandra. "Don't you dare look away. If you do... You know what will happen..." Seiko threatened warmly as she forced Saya to watch on.

The way Bill reached for Sandra, pressing his chest to Sandra's abdomen, the rest of the move was natural. Sandra's face found itself smothered by the crotch of her dominator.

What Bill did next surprised not only Seiko but the crowd as well. Bill started to lift his mask. Seiko wondered if this would be the first time he ever exposed even a portion of his face to the LAW arena. The mask slipped upwards past his chin, exposing his mouth and nostrils. Was it going all the way up? Seiko felt slightly honored to witness this when suddenly it stopped. The mask stayed on the rest of his face. He was simply exposing his airways, not to make breathing easier, but to expose Sandra's crotch to the unrestrained breath that blew against her tightly pulled underwear.

The breath was only the start. Seiko licked her lips as Bill pressed his mouth against her crotch. The way Sandra's toes curled, Seiko just knew the pleasure the brown haired girl was feeling. She had made plenty of women herself have the same reaction and felt that same sensation herself before as well. Seiko knew she had to make Saya feel even better before she could make her feel worse. She saw the way Sandra's thighs squeezed in and out lightly. Bill lifted her like she was weightless. Their bodies looked as though they were molding together, one soft, one rock solid. Seiko felt her own heartbeat increasing. She was a full on lesbian but even she was finding this new form of domination incredibly arousing, she just wished she could get a better view of Sandra.

"You see that Saya? He is sharing his breath with her, breathing into her and she breathes it right back into him... How... Romantic...?" Seiko teased as she licked Saya's ear. "I promise... I can make you feel just as good... If not better... Lets keep watching..." She cooed as Billy picked Sandra up and out of the tree of woe, holding her in what looked like a tombstone pile driver position.

Not only Seiko, but Saya as well managed to make eye contact with Sandra between Bill's thighs. Seiko gave her a sly wink and a smile, Seiko stared at her blankly, knowing whatever was to come would not be good.

They stared at Sandra when suddenly the crashing of Bills feet brought them back as he began walking around the ring, carrying Sandra upside down. Each step causing Sandra's body to jiggle and wobble beautifully. Everything about Sandra was beautiful.

Suddenly, a few subtle moans were heard from Sandra that made Seiko smirk. "Listen closely... She's starting to learn her place... Starting to find pleasure in the domination... You'll get there soon. I know you're a little masochist..." Seiko teased, kissing the side of Seiko's face almost lovingly.

The soft sound of Bill "Shushing" Sandra gave Seiko goosebumps as he took a few more stomps around the ring, presenting Sandra as if she were a trophy. Suddenly, Bill froze. Seiko and Saya felt the tension in the air reach a peak. The backside of Sandra was completely exposed to Seiko and Saya. They noticed the way Sandra's body wiggled back and forth but that never came. Instead, the first crash took place.

The inevitable had happened. All of that lead to this moment, and it was only getting started. The reaction of Sandra's body was art. The jiggle of her ass, the way her arms fell above her head, the way her calf wiggled in the breeze like a white flag of surrender. Seiko and Saya watched as Bill exhaled heavily into Sandra before standing up, once again stomping around the ring to show that he still wasn't finished.

Another angle, this time, Sandra faced the audience and was hidden from Seiko and Saya. Another pile driver. More spasming from Sandra's body as if it were being electrocuted.

Another exhale, another few stomps before another pile driver.

Finally, one more. Bill hoisted her up and presented her to Seiko and Sandra, facing them directly. Seiko felt Bill's eyes on her, even through the mask, as if telling her she HAD to top this. That he DARED her to top this. The final pile driver came and went, a repetitive move, but plenty devastating. The way Sandra's limbs straightened out as if being shocked by lightning before swaying back and forth as Bill held her in place before letting her go. Sandra impressively stayed balanced on her head before crashing down onto the canvass ass first. The natural gravity of things made Sandra's body jiggle and wobble beautifully.

Seiko shoved Saya off of her lap and gripped her by the hair, standing up and pulling her to her feet as she walked over to study Sandra. She looked her up and down, seeing the red in her face slowly travel down the rest of her pale body. What really caught Seiko's attention was Sandra's camel toe, still puslating, a small, glistening wet patch became visible to Seiko who raised her eyebrow and licked her lips, mentally noting the catastrophic brutality Bill had just pulled off, figuring out what she would do to top it.

Seiko stared at Sandra for a long time, gripping Seiko by the roots of her blonde hair, making sure she didn't go anywhere. She would then look up at Bill with a toothy grin. "That was wonderful Bill... You aren't taking it easy on her... You aren't making this easy for me... And I want to show you just how much I appreciate that!" Seiko said as she locked Saya into a standing headlock and ground her knuckles into the top of Saya's head, basically giving her a noogie, just to show how little power the blonde had.

Seiko would drag Saya around the ring a few times, smiling and taunting the crowd as she made her laps, continuing to grind her knuckles into Saya's head, even stepping closer to the ropes to rake Saya's face against the unforgiving ropes, getting an intense shriek from Saya that only made Seiko laugh. She would finally stop at the corner where she would shove Saya forward so that she crashed face first into the turnbuckle.

Saya's face hit the turnbuckle hard, her arms draped over the top ropes. Seiko would look back over her shoulder and smile at Bill before getting into a fighting stance, sending punches and strikes up and down Saya's back, aiming for the shoulder blades, the spine, the tailbone, and the kidneys.

Each strike made Saya scream louder, her cries were barely muffled against the corner pad. Seiko kept this up for nearly a minute, aiming precisely at each target, winding back and striking. Her fists collided with Saya's body with brutal impact each and every time.

After the minute of strikes, Saya was hyperventalating. draped over the corner post, her throat pressed to the turn buckle, her arms the only thing keeping her up as they hung over the ropes.

Seiko would turn to Bill again, curling a finger at him as if beckoning him to come closer. "You won't wanna miss this..." She said as she slid under the ropes and stood on the opposite side of the corner post.

Seiko would grip both of Saya's legs and yank them brutally, sending her crashing down to the mat back first. It didn't stop there as Seiko pressed the base of her foot against the corner post, kept a grip on Saya's ankles and leaned back hard. Saya's crotch shot straight against the unforgiving corner post. The hard metal sending shockwaves of pain up and through Saya's body. Her hands immediately shot to her head, gripping her hair as she let out pained screams and tears.

Seiko simply leaned back further and gripped tighter as she slowly started moving her arms up and down, making Saya grind against the unforgiving corner post, creating a ruthless friction.

Seiko would hold Seiko in this position for just long enough before suddenly letting go, just for a second. She looked up to see if Bill had followed her, obeyed her beckoning to get a better view of Saya's destruction. Regardless if he did, Seiko would decide to up the cruelty ten fold. She would climb onto the ring apron sitting on the opposite side of the corner post and grip Saya's legs. She would slowly twist and wrap her own legs around Saya's trapping her in a corner post assisted figure four leg scissors.

Saya began to wail and Seiko once again was motivated to leave her mark. She would look at Saya with a teasing smile, even giving her a teasing wave before scooting backwards and falling off the apron, yanking Saya's legs into a whole new level of pain. The corner post dug brutally into Saya's crotch while Seiko's entire body weight put pressure on Saya's small, thin legs. Seiko hung there upside down, reaching down to steady herself against the ground as she slightly moved left and right, up and down to intensify the hold. Saya was in near hysterics now.

Seiko kept this hold going for much longer than necessary before finally unwinding her legs and sliding down to the arena floor. She would climb back up to the apron and raise her hands, getting a loud cheer from the crowd before re-entering the ring. She would simply look down at Saya, leaning down and gently wiping tears away before sitting down on her chest, crossing her legs and looking up at Bill to see what he would do in response.

[Lycanstar]

Seiko's methods seemed to almost be the opposite of one might have expected given the pairings- with Her treatment of Saya being much rougher than the masked giant had in mind for the brunette. After Her praise was given to Bill's performance, the veteran dragged Saya around the ring with a intense disregard, intentionally dragging Her jobbers face against the ropes before putting in a series of strikes into Her opponent! The teasing way Seiko turned to Bill after every other large move certainly indicated the competitive nature She had within Her- showboating and making it clear to Bill every time She put in an attack that it was something He was expected to try and top.

Eventually dragging Saya around the post, the screams were enough to start causing Sandra to start stirring- something Bill noticed easily as He tenderly held the side of Her head. The juxtaposition of how each Jobbers attitude was to their dominator was also a stark contrast- Sandra seemed much more docile than Saya and almost tender in the way She shifted Her legs against one another while moaning Herself to a more conscious state. Eventually once Saya's pain had dulled down and Seiko tended to Her needs, the spotlight was on Bill to try and top the performance He was just presented with- and He took no delay in getting to work.

Sandra's head bobbed up and back down lightly as Her body shivered from head to exposed toe. The intense piledriver symphony She had taken rattled Her to Her very core- light gasps began to gradually get louder as She would come back to consciousness... slightly. The faint flickers of thought in Her head were that of an overwhelming nature~ Desire, perhaps? Her body felt hot but, not from exertion- there was something stirring inside of Her that was making such base feelings as skin on skin contact and pressure to cause Her entire body to feel lighter. Her fingers dully pawed out and Her lower body shifted lightly from side to side; weak moans softly parsed Her lips as Her shut eyes looked calm- relaxed.

*Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.*

Her stomach was filled with butterflies. Those imposing stomps meant- He was on the move again. His body was crashing against the canvas with a mighty step closer and closer to Her. She was powerless to move- to do anything really. Even though the pain in Her womanhood was still present from earlier- the throbbing sensation was somehow making Her more comforted than She could have possibly imagined...

A deep exhale could be felt on Her skin as the darkness enveloped the lights that shone into Her closed eyelids- There it was, His touch- His sensation. "o...ooh~?" His hardy hands on Her shoulder and waist, Sandra was raised from Her warm spot on the canvas to an even warmer one in Bill's arms- Her body slowly was crept up into His embrace as He hoisted Her hands over His shoulders and pulled Her to Her limp feet in a comforting embrace. Sandra's breasts squished against Bill's chest while Her comforted, sleep expression rested easily against His neck. Breathing against Him, the feeling of His skin and sweat pressed up against Hers made it feel like She was right back in that tombstone position. So tight- so close with Her dominator~ The two bodies feeling so inseparable~ Sandra's arms regained a modicum of strength as She softly wrapped them where She could against Bill's waist.

Bill met the soft embrace of His jobber with a blank stare. The way She clung on to Him was something He admittedly, was expecting. After dealing with Sandra for the short while they had been together, She came across as a more intimate, physically focused submissive than others in the past. Her body longed for contact- Her mind having been dulled made that even more apparent. And now with this comforting embrace, Bill would look to put Her through His next round of punishment for the sake of the thing He valued most in the ring- Domination.

*Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.*
"mhnn..?"

Sandra's eyes creaked open- Her body bumped and shook with each powerful step of the crusher as She remained in His embrace. Over His shoulder, Sandra could see the blurry figure of what was presumed to be Seiko, standing ringside and watching on as She became a further and further blur. A deep exhale against Bill's body once the pair stopped indicated She was more awake proper- something that would be replied to with a cold separating of the two. Sandra's head nearly toppled backwards as Bill peeled Her off of Him, the dazed brunette unbalanced and shaky on Her bare feet, causing Bill to have to hold Her tightly by the hips to steady Her. Her expression was a curious and weary stare, looking down at Bill's lower body and hands as He gripped Her thighs with a sense of care. Her feet dully stepped around as She tried to find Her balance alone and arms spread out as if She didn't know what to do with them. Her blinks were slow and agape mouth huffed light breaths~ a tremble could be felt in Her throat as She felt movement once more, the Crushers massive hands readjusting to grip each of Her upper thighs.

"nnhuu..?"

Sandra curiously whined at the masked man as He cupped Her upper thighs gently, moving in and allowing the brunette's arm to heave over His shoulder and behind His neck. It took a second for Her to garner where She was even standing until Her other arm dully felt around to suddenly feel the sturdy ring ropes on Her left, indicating they were at the edge of the ring. Suddenly before She could continue gaining Her bearings- She felt Herself raised up high!

Sandra was hoisted up by Her hips, causing Her legs to point out to the audience at whole- who were able to gleam a very telling view of Her tightly wound camel toe. Sandra was rested with Her back on Bill's right shoulder as He kept Her high up for a suitable length of time- allowing Her curious gaze to look past Her own thighs and down towards... The intended target. Sandra's irises widened as She stared at the tightly secured ring rope- Her curious expression now more evident than ever as She realized what was going to come next-

"n-nnh...mmm..."
She shook Her head lightly- a dry feeling in Her throat made it difficult to swallow as the movement started and Her displayed womanhood was brought overtop the rope~ And then gently lowered down onto it.

"H-aah.. hnahhh~"
The rope tightly began wrapping against Sandra's womanhood first, then was followed by Her ass- carving a stiff line between Her entire legs. Her feet lowered down to a natural position, dangling on either side of the ropes as She let in a gasping inhale from the first initial bounce of Her more heavy-set body being held up entirely against Her most sensitive areas. Her mouth remained agape, attempting to stammer out words seemingly but only exerting a gasping choke~ Her eyes closed tightly as She stared up to the sky and Her body focused down on the sensation between Her legs. She could feel every rib of the rope as She sat helplessly on it, toes curled and hands shakily reaching down to grip the top rope for leverage.

It felt like She was a flag dangling in the wind- being so far from the warm embrace of Her dominator, Sandra exasperatedly whined and stammered as the digging rope felt like it was getting deeper and deeper inside Her with every passing second~ Her underwear was practically useless- having already been wedgied up to a intense degree, it did little to protect Her Womanhood as the throbbing seemed to start up once more- mixing that cocktail of pain and desire into Her body. Bill's arms wrapped around Her rear and right thigh as Her carefully adjusted Her, noting every little whine and exertion She let slip as She slid lightly on the rope.

Stepping back, Bill looked up and down at His handiwork. The dazed and pensive looking Sandra staring down helplessly at the ride She was forced upon, legs dangling downwards as She ever so lightly raised up and down with each heavy breath She took. But now it was time to make those a little more intense as Bill stepped down the rope line and gripped the top rope about a metre away with both hands. Sandra stared helplessly at His hands with a curious gaze- wondering what He could possibly b-

"HNAaa~ Ahhh~ haa~ a-"
Bounce... bounce... bounce... up and down, Sandra's body was raised up as the tight rope followed- then down again as it remained wrapped inside of Her with a iron grip on Her now rapidly pulsating womanhood. Sandra's chest unflatteringly bounced from the momentum as Her ass jiggled with each drop back down... Her agape mouth attempted to ack out Her cries of pain- but only silent moans made their way out as She remained tight eyed and... teary.

Her eyes opened as She stared down at Her hands, body visibly trembling as small tears began to form out the corner of Her eyes. But even so- the rocking did not stop. Bill continued to bounce the poor brunette jobber again and again as She silently cried out with only the occasional exasperated breath to make any real noise...

Finally, it began to slow down and eventually crawled to a stop. Sandra's body almost made it bounce one more time from momentum alone, but with a final easing down Bill halted His intensive bouncing. Sandra's hair was rough and all over the place, covering half Her vision as Her mouth remained agape. Her throat was completely hoarse as She panted for moisture to return to Her dried out throat.

"anhum... n-uhm... no m-more..."
Bill approached the panting Sandra and wrapped His arms around Her rear and thighs again. She repeated Her words- a clear indication She had been through so much and yet... Her breathy moans and wettening womanhood indicated something else entirely. Sandra had not even realized initially that She was getting off to this~ That Her womanhood had began preparing for what it knew would be coming... Oh if She c-could only-

"GNAHHHHHHH~!!!"

Sandra was dragged along the ropes without warning- Bill dragging Her along with a pull of Her leg and push on Her rear! The weight of Sandra on the rope meant that every bit of ropeburn was felt so directly inside of Her~ So intense was the sudden burning that it felt like She had developed a brand new set of vocal chords purely to scream out Her pain from. Her feet wildly flailed underneath Her position and eyes shut tightly- Her scream reached a pitch so high that She was cut off by the limits of Her own voice. But even so, Bill did not stop dddraging Her along until they practically reached the corner turnbuckle.

Once reached, a eerie stillness hung in the air as the shrieking Sandra returned to a quiet, agape expression of shock and discomfort. Her ass, womanhood and even upper thighs burned intensely and pulsated their unpleasantness across Her entire body. She had no idea how to feel anymore, the feeling of exstacy and desire was like a fleeting memory that had been burned away entirely by the unforgiving ring ropes underneath Her. Bill stared on, His masked expression uncaring to Her plight as usual and rather amusingly only needed one last action to cement His "Turn" with Seiko.

With the lightest tug possible, Bill gripped Sandra's right elbow and pulled it down just enough to begin toppling the brunette off the rope~

*CRASH!*
Sandra toppled like a sack of potatoes of the top rope- landing like a crumpled heap of pain and misery as Her hands immediately went for Her crotch to hold it tightly and ease some of the pain. She didn't even bother to acknowledge the awkward crash off the ropes or uncomfortable position she landed in, Her agape mouth and tightly shut eyes told Bill everything He needed to about Her state right now. He fingers delicately attempted to rub at Her pussy which was prominently pointed upwards for the entire audience to see~ and see they did, as the ropeburn had completely torn at Her underwear and left it barely together by a single thread.

Bill's head turned to the direction of Seiko once again as His bare foot planted on Sandra's plump rear. He rested His arms on His knee and silently glared at Her- indicating another exchange of domination was at hand.

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Seiko remained seated on Saya's chest, watching intently as Bill gave Sandra and impromptu ride on the ropes. The way Bill guided her back and forth with complete control, especially with a woman Sandra's size was quite impressive. Sandra's reactions were the best part, the faces she made, the sounds that squeaked out, the look of her body shaking and convulsing as the intense pain shot through her crotch as the ropes quite literally were inside of her, grinding to her most sensitive parts.

When Bill finally did let Sandra crash down to the canvass, it shook the ring, making Seiko softly bounce on Saya's chest. Seiko watched with interest as Sandra's hands went down to her crotch, her fingers delicately rubbing her damaged goods. The fabric that barely covered anything to begin with was wedged so deep that it was nearly non-existent. The ropes had shredded the material, barely together by a single thread.

Seiko watched as Bill posed over Sandra, a foot landing heavily on Sandra's plump rear, glaring at her with the next challenge.

Seiko smiled and shrugged as she bounced a few more times on Saya's chest, pressing air out of her, crushing her flat breasts beneath her own large shapely cheeks as she thought about what she could do next. A hand went to her chin as she continued to bounce, visibly looking as though she were thinking. Her eyes scanned the ring before she removed her hand from her chin with a snap of the fingers.

She would slowly stand up off of Saya, sending a stomp down to her stomach. "Stay put. I'll be right back." She said calmly as she walked over towards Sandra and Bill. She would stand near them for a moment, looking up at Bill with a cautious but confident look as she dropped down to her knees next to Sandra. "I need a little something from yours for my next move if you don't mind." Seiko would say as she patted Bill's calf, as if asking him to remove his boot from Sandra's rear.

When Bill did remove his foot, Seiko would grip Sandra's hips and lift them upwards so that she was face down, ass up. "So much more curve on this one... We may need to switch at some point tonight... But not yet. I've still got lots of tricks for my plank princess over there..." Seiko teased as she gave Sandra's rear a slap, appreciating the jiggle and wobble of the flesh on impact.

Seiko noticed Sandra's hands were still covering her crotch, fingers trying to rub at her pussy. Seiko would spank Sandra again, gripping her hands and pulling them down to her sides. "Naughty... So naughty... Save some for the rest of us..." Seiko would tease as she pressed her palm to the crotch Sandra had been mending to, gently rubbing it herself, running her hand up and down and in slight circles, creating more wetness. If Sandra tried to move away, Seiko would send another spank her way.

Seiko would stop just using her palm and begin to use her fingers, softly stroking the pulsating and soaked lower lips of Sandra, running her finger tip up and down the slit. She wasn't just playing with Sandra for the hell of it. She had a plan. She would slowly guide her fingers inside of Sandra, slowly inserting them, feeling the hot, wet moisture against her fingers. "There it is... That's what I was looking for..." Seiko would coo as she slowly continued to finger Sandra, gathering as much wetness as she could before slowly pulling her fingers away. She gave Sandra one more spank, leaving a red hand print on her large ass cheek before holding the hand that had been inside of her up to the bright arena lights, her fingers were glossy, sticky and wet, shining and glistening below the lights.

"Thank you for your donation sweet heart... I may have to take some more later... In a different way..." Seiko teased as she winked up at Bill before returning to Saya.

Seiko would mount Saya, her legs bracketing on either side of Saya's midsection, Seiko's large rear pressing heavily down against her stomach. The hand that hadn't collected Sandra's wetness would brush hair out of Saya's face, wiping tears from her eyes before pressing down against her forehead. "Open..." Seiko cooed, waiting to see if Saya would obey. Saya didn't at first. If anything, she pressed her lips tighter together, clenching her teeth, breathing through her nose... Not for long...

Seiko would sigh as her hand went down from Saya's forehead, softly caressing her face with the back of her clean hand, running a finger tip down the bridge of her nose and booping it with a finger tip with a teasing giggled before slowly closing Saya's nostrils with her pointer finger and her thumb. "C'mon Saya... Open up... I know you're hungry..." Seiko teased, holding her hand that was covered with Sandra's wetness above her face, pressing her thumb tip to her pointer tip and middle finger tip, watching the substance stretch in wet lines between her finger tips, right above Saya's face, a few drips landing beneath her right eye.

"Can't hold your breath forever..." Seiko chided pressing the wet finger tip against Saya's lips, slowly tracing them as if delicately applying lip gloss to Saya's lips. Saya cringed, one eye closing tightly while the other opened wide. Seiko furthered the humiliation, tapping a wet finger tip against her lips after they were coated. "Look at that... Lips all glossy and pretty... Such a nice shade on you... I think they call this flavor "Soaked Sandra..." Seiko teased. Saya's face was going red before shades of purple before she finally gasped, mouth shooting agape.

Before Saya could even get a full breath, Seiko took the opening, shoving her hand into Saya's mouth, clamping down the messy and wet fingers on her tongue, exploring every cavern, every inch, making sure Saya tasted everything Sandra had to give. Seiko would reach back to nearly the back of Saya's throat before slowly pulling her hand back, not out of Saya's mouth, but to apply a brutal mandible claw.

Seiko's fingers clamped down hard. Saya let out a high pitched whimper as her legs kicked and her body thrashed. Seiko rode out each thrash like a bull rider, unfazed. She would smile down at Saya through her pained expression. "Tastes good right?" Seiko teased as she kept the mandible claw locked on, her other hand held Saya's forehead, pulling upwards in order to stop her from closing her eyes. She wanted her to see everything. She wanted the crowd... And Bill to see the look in Saya's eyes as she was forced to taste Sandra in an extremely humiliating way.

"Keep those pretty little eyes open baby..." Saya cooed as she pulled up further. The sounds Saya made were haunting. Gasps and gags, whimpers and cries. All music to Seiko's ears. "Keep the sounds coming too... Don't you dare pass out on me..." Seiko warned, cinching the mandible claw tighter, eliciting another reflexed gag from Saya.

Seiko would lean down and pepper Saya's face with kisses, her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, all while cranking the mandible claw harder and harder. Seiko would end her kissing with a long lick up Saya's face, looking up at Bill as she continued to hold Saya in this brutal and humiliating hold.

Seiko would remove the hand that wasn't applying the mandible claw down to Saya's chest, groping her, massaging and kneading the small breasts of the blonde. She would suddenly send a punch to Saya's breast. "Stay awake." Seiko said nonchalantly as she tightened the mandible claw. Each time Saya showed signs of fading, Seiko would send another punch down to Saya's breast or sternum, keeping her conscious with a sick revival technique.

Eventually it became too much. With each tighten of the mandible claw, Saya's eyes rolled a bit further back. While each strike woke her slightly, it would do so less and less with each one. Eventually, Saya laid there, mouth invaded, eyes rolled back where only the whites were visible. Seiko would tighten the hold once more and send one more strike down. No reaction.

Seiko sighed as she slowly pulled her hand from Saya's mouth, wet and slick strings of saliva bridged and broke between her hand and Saya's mouth. She would wipe the mess on Saya's chest as she stood up. She would grip Saya by the hair and haul her limp body into her arms, carrying her like a doll as Seiko would walk to the corner, taking a seat, sitting Saya in her lap and cradling her, resting her chin on the top of Saya's head. Saya's chin pressed against her chest. Seiko watched Bill and Sandra, waiting to see what was coming next.