The direct approach

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

You strike a fighting pose, eliciting a small chuckle from your sparring partner. Oh, are you doing it wrong? You adjust your pose slightly, which only makes him laugh harder. Grr, you’ll show him! You throw a punch at his gut but the punch just ricochets off, feeling like you’ve hurt your hand more than you hurt him. Oh right, muscles. He has a lot of them.

You bounce back and fire a second punch, this time at his face (which you can barely reach) but it gets caught in midair. You’re twirled around somewhat like a ballerina before being **** to the ground, your arm pulled behind your back tightly as your face rests against the floor. You flail your other arm around behind you, but he pulls your locked arm even tighter and you go docile right away, **** to make him stop.

You remember seeing the other students tap the mat if they were pinned or something and the other person would stop, so you do the same, figuring that you pretty much lost this round, however frustrating it may be. “There is no tapping out in real life, Emilia!” the blonde woman declares. Huh? With no more warning than that, you feel a stiff rod push its way into your cunt.

“Fwa!” you squeak in utter surprise. You struggle beneath the man, but he quickly remedies this by pressing his foot against your head. The position not only leaves you totally immobile under his weight, but seems to give him better leverage, and the expert pounding he gives you has you sopping wet in record time.

Looking across the room, Samantha doesn’t seem to be faring much better. Her opponent has pulled her chest-to-chest against him while standing upright, pinning her against him with a single arm against her back. Wasn’t she so confident before…? His other hand is rapidly fingering her, causing her ass to jiggle obscenely as she moans and wails like a stereotypical damsel in distress. Exactly the same way you’re moaning and wailing as the man behind you has found your g-spot and is drilling it without mercy.

“Excellent technique, Daniel! I should be careful that I don’t end up in a similar position,” Master Kim praises your opponent. After a minute of this, you’ve reached your limit and begin quaking in climax, crying out your submission for all to hear.

“Pathetic Emilia! How are you going to escape from your assailant while you’re having an orgasm? You’ll be stuck on his dick until he’s done with you!” Considering your inability to even consider escaping at the moment, she’s probably right… You’re stuck on your opponent’s dick as he continues pumping into you with little regard for the powerful orgasm you’re experiencing.

Still being racked with pleasure, you glance at Samantha who is now squirting on the man’s fingers as she cries out at the top of her lungs and begs him to stop. “Samantha, control your insatiable cunt! You are sparring, not fucking!” For once, Samantha can only apologize. “I’m sorry Master Kim *OHHHHHHH!*” Even as she apologizes, another wave of pleasure hits her and she squirts on the mats another time.

As a small bit of clarity flickers through your mind, Master Kim’s words replay in your mind. “Escape from your assailant…” So you should be… trying to escape? Oh right, you’re sparring. And you’re losing. You try to lift yourself up with your free arm, but the weight pinned on your head, as well as the weight repeatedly hilting itself in your slit, makes it impossible. But just as a punishment for trying, your pinned arm is pulled tighter and a smack lands on your bare ass. Heat spreads through your body and your struggles quickly subside, but the pistoning that your body is enduring only speeds up. “*AH AH AHHHHH!*” you squeal as your body gives up another orgasm to your sparring partner.

“Is this a dojo or a whorehouse? Why have these girls been conquered so easily? Enough! We’ll switch their partners, it seems these opponents were too much for them.”

“ ‘hank youuu…” you mewl, still stuck on your opponent’s cock and still cumming helplessly. You’re pretty sure you hear Samantha yell something tough-sounding, but it’s doubtful anyone in the dojo buys it as she stands above a puddle of her own girlcum.

Just as you’re starting to come down from your second orgasm, the man behind you starts absolutely jackhammering into your pussy before flooding you with hot cum, setting off one last orgasm that has you twitching and moaning mindlessly as your whole consciousness is consumed by the heat in your crotch.

Finally you’re dismounted, but you continue lying on the ground like the pile of fucked girl that you are.

“There’s no time to bask in the afterglow of being molested! You’ll simply be molested again! On your feet, students!”