Death Battle: Yang wins with Sexy Bondage

Yang flared up as she charged at Tifa who had just given the best she could, enduring a powerful assault from the golden haired Yang, Tifa couldn’t get in a good punch and felt Yang’s strong arms grip around her neck as her hands tighten on her head.

“Gaaack!” Tifa cried out with a horrified expression, she could feel Yang’s muscle movements in her arms and knew she was about to meet her game over before the golden warrior suddenly stopped. Yang had remembered the whole reason she was here in the first place.

“Whoops, nearly lost myself.” Yang stated taking a deep breath before she clenched her arms on Tifa’s neck, placing her into a choking sleeping hold.

“Let! Let, go!” Tifa cried out as she arched forward some, kicking her legs about as she couldn’t breathe. Despite what she tried, Tifa’s eyes soon rolled to the back of her head and she passed out into Yang’s hold with her body going limp.

“That was kind of fun, though that bitch knew how to throw a punch.” Yang admitted rubbing a sore spot as she let Tifa drop to the ground with a thud and began her search for her target.
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“Hfffmmm.” Tifa groaned as she came around an hour later, trying to move her limbs was met with resistance as well the sound of ropes being strained as she let out another low grunt through a large orange ball gag wedged into her mouth which was buckled tightly into place, her teeth chewing heavily on the rubber ball as she let out a few painful grunts as the rope painfully dug into her skin. A very tight and restricting shibari rope tie was wrapped over her arms and chest, binding her crossed wrists tightly which the rope with several knots ran between her legs to make for a very nagging crotch rope.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Yang said while sitting down on one of the pieces of furniture that wasn’t destroyed in their brawl as she drank from a glass. “Hmmm, you got some good stuff here to make a Strawberry Sunrise with.” She stated as Tifa narrowed her eyes as she shifted from side to side on another chair that wasn’t broken in their scuffle and pulled at her bindings with little success. Tifa winced sharply as all of her movements made the rope dig into her body and made her chew on her ball gag some more as her chest felt very tight with her large breasts pressing against her outfit thanks to the rope.

“Yeah, don’t even bother trying to get free.” Yang said as she was still cleaning her face up with a cloth. “I highly doubt you have the strength to get free.”

“Nrnrrmrm.” Tifa growled through the ball gag while slowly relaxing her body knowing the blonde was right.

“So, my friend or rather just someone I’m looking for.” Yang said getting up and walking over to Tifa with a sexy sway in her walking. “Have you seen someone with bright orange hair, wearing a white coat with a dorky black hat on?” Yang asked as Tifa glanced away, not about to give her an answer which irritated Yang. “I was told he was here, though if I knew you were here I would have knocked lighter on the door.” Yang said as this made Tifa glare at her. “Well?” She asked as she stretched the ball gag in front of Tifa’s mouth, letting her flex her jaw.

“You wrecked my bar, tied me up and expect me to answer you? You should have just killed me.” Tifa stated as Yang rubbed the back of her head nervously.

“Felt that huh? Yeah, I almost lost myself there for a second. It’s not really my style to go out and kill someone. Even if someone just suddenly summons a dolphin for an attack and makes me explode for no reason. Which by the way how did you do that?” Yang asked curiously as Tifa gave no reply. “Oh come on, just tell me if that guy is here or not and I’ll let you go.”

“My bar damages?” Tifa asked hinting as if she was willing to bargain.

“Kind of broke.” Yang said with a nervous laugh.

“I have nothing to say.” Tifa stated as Yang sighed.

“Have it your way.” She said letting the ball gag snap back into place over her mouth, Tifa crying out painfully behind the gag as she mewed loudly. “We can keep up the rough play.” She said gripping Tifa’s outfit and with a strong pull, the outfit was ripped and shredded between the rope, making Tifa blush brightly as her breasts came bouncing out from under her outfit which were puffed up from the tight rope wrapped around them and the rough removal only made her moan from the sawing crotch rope.

“You have an impressive rack here, is it fake though?” Yang wondered making Tifa glare.

“Rrrmrmn!” She grunted out as Yang took her massive breasts between her hands and began to grope and kneed them hard and roughly. Tifa was unable to help herself but moan out in a slutty way as a bright blush appeared on her face as the crotch rope that wrapped tightly around her crotch began to saw and dig deeply.

“There we go, a little pleasure loosens everyone up.” Yang grinned as she twisted her erect nipples lightly, making Tifa grunt out sharply.

“Mrprmrmrm!” She cried out, wanting Yang to stop which she didn’t as she now eyed Tifa’s shorts and after moving the crotch rope off to the side and applying the same hold and strength, she split her shorts down the middle revealing her dampen brown panties and pulled them off to reveal her pussy which was glistening.

“Ooooohhh, I think someone is enjoying themselves.” Yang teased as Tifa looked away embarrassed as Yang easily pulled off the panties and forced Tifa to look forward by grabbing her chin. Like before she stretched out the ball gag and repeated her question if Tifa knew anything about her target.

“I don’t!” She cried out trying to remain strong as Yang shook her head and then stuffed the panties deep into her mouth and allowed the ball gag to snap back into place. “MRRMR!” Tifa cried out as Yang very slowly began to tease her pussy, her fingers teasing her lips and every so often slipping between her wet folds.

“Mprmmmmmm.” Tifa moaned from her pleasuring which caused her to chew on her wet panties making her taste the hint of pre-cum on her panties.

“Man, you are really getting off on this, what a slutty bartender.” Yang teased as her other hand kept on focusing on Tifa’s large breasts.

“Mpmrmmrmrm!” Tifa groaned, chewing on both her panties and the ball gag which she came to hate the mixture of rubber and the nasty taste of her panties. From all this, Tifa felt humiliated by everything from her loss against the bimbo to being turned into her sex toy.

Yang kept up the teasing for a good half hour, pushing Tifa near her limit but never letting her go all the way which the teasing was starting to show on Tifa who looked ready for a climax.

“And the answer for a climax is?” Yang said after her long teasing session as she pulled the ball gag forward again, allowing Tifa to spit out her damp panties.

“He… He….” Tifa said panting heavily as Yang teased her a little more by moving the crotch rope back into place and gave it several sharp tugs. “Gaaaaaaaahh! He, he collects the rent money and then heads off to some warehouse area. That’s all I know! I swear.” Tifa cried out breathless. “Now please finger me hard!” She begged with a heavy pant as Yang smirked.

“Perfect, now was that so hard?” She asked as Tifa gave a whimper followed by a painful grunt as the ball gag was snapped back over her mouth once more. “I love to finish you, but I got to run, enjoy yourself.” Yang chuckled while walking off, Tifa howling out madly behind her ball gag promising in a grunting gagged voice Yang would pay for this just as soon as she got free and found her gloves that vibrated.

The end.

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