Sasha's 2nd match

Sasha woke up and found herself with a huge headache and couldn't see anything, she tried moving her hands towards her head but she soon came to find out her arms and legs were tied and that she was blindfolded.

Sasha felt a cold wind hit her body so she knew she had been stripped of her clothes. Hello! Help me, Sasha screamed as she started panicking. She tried to break free from the ropes that bound her arms but the rope was too tight.

She thought to herself how she got into this position and she remembered the drink. "Fucking knew better than to drink something made by a useless man" Sasha thought to herself. "HELP!" Sasha screamed again but to no avail. "Shut your little whore mouth" a voice said coming from somewhere inside the area Sasha was in. "I recognize that voice" Sasha thought to herself.

Aren't you the creepy guy who I met at the p- FUCKK, Sasha screamed before being able to finish her sentence. The man had kneed Sasha right between her legs. Sasha was extra hurt because she wasn't anticipating the attack, she wanted to fall to her knees but the rope held her up. "You leave me alone, you psycho stalker" Sasha muttered worryingly.

Should NOT have pissed of an official tournament organizer, the man said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know" Sasha said knowing the organizer had her exactly where he wanted her. "Too late, slut" the man said. He sent his fist flying into Sasha's lower abdomen several times using it as a punching ball. Sasha's whole body lit up from the pain as he managed to get her ovaries a few times.

He wasn't only focusing on Sasha's abdomen as he started jabbing her breasts and pussy too. Sasha had felt pain in her body but this was worse, the man was able to make it more painful for Sasha since he was so well trained in fighting. With every jab and punch Sasha yelped. She was so focused on the pain that she couldn't manage herself to speak a word.

Let's make this more interesting, the man said. Sasha felt a second of relief as he stopped punching her but was soon surprised by a worse fate as the organizer started kicking and kneeing Sasha's most **** body parts. Sasha didn't yelp anymore with every hit, instead she screamed.

Sasha was about to pass out but it's almost as if the organizer knew and he stopped right before she did. "Don't you dare pass out, feel this pain for the next few hours, we'll continue in a bit" he said before walking off. Sasha tried to free herself but it was useless. She had lost all her energy and the pain was excruciating. Eventually Sasha gave up and accepted her fate as the organizer's personal punching bag.

Game Over!