The “Queen of Fighters” could only left out a high-pitched yelp as she was lifted into the air by her long brown hair. The Don towered nearly a meter over the kunoichi and weighed around twice as much, so it only took one of his massive bear claws of a hand to lift the girl off the ground and it took almost no effort to keep her suspended there. He bellowed a deep laugh as he watched Mai Shiranui helplessly struggle to break free from his grasp.
“What are you laughing at! I’m going to show you what a kunoichi can do! Just let! Me! Go!”
But the indignant brunette’s demands were as ineffective as her physical attempts to break free. For all the frantic clawing at the outstretched arm suspending her in air and for all the wild swinging of her shapely legs as she fruitlessly kicked the air, the fact of the matter was that Japan’s finest wasn’t moving until her opponent decided what he wanted to do with her next.
What came next was a brief sense of vertigo as Mai was suddenly tossed above her foe’s head, and was followed by a mix of emotions as she found herself held face-up, splayed atop an incredibly broad pair of shoulders. On the one, quite literal, hand, she had the incredible feeling of vulnerability that came from having a gargantuan paw wrapped around her fragile, bare neck. On the other, equally literal, hand, she felt a deep sense of embarrassment that came from having the other paw groping her slightly thicker, but equally bare, inner thigh.
Both feelings were superseded by a sharp pain as the young woman’s back arched at the sort of angle that causes vertebrae to grind together. As the Don’s legs bounced up and down to provide extra momentum, his arms came together so that Mai’s back flexed and arched in whatever way he chose. And he was choosing angles that pushed the limits for even the most flexible Japanese beauty.
The pained cry that accompanied each arch served as good motivation to keep up the backbreaker a little while longer.
Since traditional kunoichi apparel obviously requires no clothing below the waist other than a tight red thong, Mai Shiranui’s bare cheeks slapped against the dirty rooftop she was fighting on once her opponent threw her down from his shoulders. As she sat on her ass, stunned and softly moaning, the person who put her there bent down and got a firm grasp on her arms.
“You really shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, girl.”
Mai didn’t have much of a response other than some pathetic squirming as she tried to break free.
“Now I’m going to make sure you don’t do it again.”
As the big man put the full weight of his body into nearly pulling Mai’s arm right out of its socket, there was little she could do about it. A pained gasp, a noticeable jiggle of the breasts, and a reflexively shot out leg were all she could respond with, and none of them were able to prevent her foe from rendering her arm useless.
“Or maybe I should thank you. Your meddling might have cost us one big score, but I haven’t had this much fun in quite a while.”
The Don laughed as he picked up the helpless woman. Mai’s struggles did her no good as the found herself locked in a tight embrace, her chest pressed tightly against her foe’s. All of her speed and agility, training and shinobi skills, beauty and power, all of it was useless against a simple bearhug. All she could manage was a pathetic attempt to push herself away, which got her nowhere before the massive arms around her waist squeezed. Given the fragile state the young woman’s back was already in, The Don didn’t think it would take long to squeeze the fight or her entirely. He was right, but at least he made sure to savor every moment of it.
As the traditional Japanese beauty slumped against the man who defeated her, he took a moment to appreciate the famously buxom bosom located just inches from his face. This kunoichi might have caused his boys a lot of trouble, but he could think of a few ways she might make up for it.
“What are you laughing at! I’m going to show you what a kunoichi can do! Just let! Me! Go!”
But the indignant brunette’s demands were as ineffective as her physical attempts to break free. For all the frantic clawing at the outstretched arm suspending her in air and for all the wild swinging of her shapely legs as she fruitlessly kicked the air, the fact of the matter was that Japan’s finest wasn’t moving until her opponent decided what he wanted to do with her next.
What came next was a brief sense of vertigo as Mai was suddenly tossed above her foe’s head, and was followed by a mix of emotions as she found herself held face-up, splayed atop an incredibly broad pair of shoulders. On the one, quite literal, hand, she had the incredible feeling of vulnerability that came from having a gargantuan paw wrapped around her fragile, bare neck. On the other, equally literal, hand, she felt a deep sense of embarrassment that came from having the other paw groping her slightly thicker, but equally bare, inner thigh.
Both feelings were superseded by a sharp pain as the young woman’s back arched at the sort of angle that causes vertebrae to grind together. As the Don’s legs bounced up and down to provide extra momentum, his arms came together so that Mai’s back flexed and arched in whatever way he chose. And he was choosing angles that pushed the limits for even the most flexible Japanese beauty.
The pained cry that accompanied each arch served as good motivation to keep up the backbreaker a little while longer.
Since traditional kunoichi apparel obviously requires no clothing below the waist other than a tight red thong, Mai Shiranui’s bare cheeks slapped against the dirty rooftop she was fighting on once her opponent threw her down from his shoulders. As she sat on her ass, stunned and softly moaning, the person who put her there bent down and got a firm grasp on her arms.
“You really shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, girl.”
Mai didn’t have much of a response other than some pathetic squirming as she tried to break free.
“Now I’m going to make sure you don’t do it again.”
As the big man put the full weight of his body into nearly pulling Mai’s arm right out of its socket, there was little she could do about it. A pained gasp, a noticeable jiggle of the breasts, and a reflexively shot out leg were all she could respond with, and none of them were able to prevent her foe from rendering her arm useless.
“Or maybe I should thank you. Your meddling might have cost us one big score, but I haven’t had this much fun in quite a while.”
The Don laughed as he picked up the helpless woman. Mai’s struggles did her no good as the found herself locked in a tight embrace, her chest pressed tightly against her foe’s. All of her speed and agility, training and shinobi skills, beauty and power, all of it was useless against a simple bearhug. All she could manage was a pathetic attempt to push herself away, which got her nowhere before the massive arms around her waist squeezed. Given the fragile state the young woman’s back was already in, The Don didn’t think it would take long to squeeze the fight or her entirely. He was right, but at least he made sure to savor every moment of it.
As the traditional Japanese beauty slumped against the man who defeated her, he took a moment to appreciate the famously buxom bosom located just inches from his face. This kunoichi might have caused his boys a lot of trouble, but he could think of a few ways she might make up for it.
