This time, he was prepared...fully. He lifted a foot and made it come down sticking the staff into the ground before doing a very flexible and athletic mid air twist where his other leg came up and kicked into her face. He of course had let go of the staff but the force of the kick was enough to stun or knock the weapon out of her hand. He looked at her on the ground and gave a cruel smile. You where such a show, such a moaning audible fuck machine you where, wanting more even when you started getting tired. He jeered making sure to now humiliate and mortifie the girl.

Her eyes widen slightly, putting her arm up just in time to block his foot, at a price though, she now let go of her staff and bruised her arm, whincing a little she growled basically tackling him her head ramming into his stomach, her fist into his groin.

Sintor knew that sometime to come she would resort to cheap shots. So he wasnt all the surprised when she tried to make him writher in pain by hitting his groin. Unfortunatly she hit nothing and as he moved with the momentum he brough his knee up knocking into her chin before fliping backwards, and sending her flying a bit. She was thrown 5 feet at least and would hit the ground hard. To say the least what remain'd of her shirt was torn off, and her shorts and sports bra where getting ripped.

She bit hard on her tongue breaking through the skin on it, blood poured from her mouth as she fell back onto the gym floor hard.

Sintor vaulted over, leaping high and landing directly on her wrists. The force was only enough to stun and constrict the muscles so she couldnt bend or move them. With a quick slash he sliced open the front of her shorts and before she could kick the ground seemed to have swallowed them spread eagled. Now my slut of a fighter, i'll let you enjoy MY carresses this time He says smiling as she is nearly exposed fully to him.

she coughed more, basically choaking on a mouth full of her own blood, glaring up at him she spat some of it into his face, not seeming to care that he ripped away her clothes, her cut tongue throbbing lightly in her mouth.

He smiled as she spat and at half way the glop of blood and spit stopped on its own accord. The blood in her mouth slides so its not in her throat but it becomes a rubbery tastless substance which fits in like a gag, and can be used as a mouth fucking phallus if needed. You shouldnt push yourself so hard to beat someone you cant beat He says as he smiles and two hands formed of the dirt beneath her begin to massage her breasts in her bra and feel like real hands.

Her eyes widen a little feeling the liquade harden and her mouth slightly bitting into it a little her tongue still throbbing with pain, distracted her from any pleasure felt from the fake hands.

With a snap of his fingers the pain she felt really turned into pleasure. He keeps her in her bound position as her entire backside (inclusing thighs, arms neck and ass) start to feel as if there getting a massage added to that of the fake hands on her breasts. He sits on the ground near her trailing his hand up and down her stomach slowly but surely iching his way down to her panties but so far not getting to them yet.

She blinked her tongue pain seemed to stop, the bleeding as well glaring up at him, this couldnt be an act of kindness of course he was probably just trying to tease her even more.

He continued to stroke her stomach letting the massages kick in before he went through anything else. He could tell she didn't trust him yet and he didn't care at the moment either. He had a lot of girls who had been swooned by him and some had actually willingy wanted more. So if she hated him then fine he had tried gentle ness and the such on her but was going to give her one more chance.

"N..no.." she mummbled her body giving in fully as she moaned softly she trembled, a small wet spot starting to form on her panties "I..mm...can't...be fool oooh.." her voice faded away to just moans.

Sintor gave her the raised eyebrow look. What was that? He asked as he continued to stroke her stomach while the rest of the massages did there work. He could see the wet spot and could tell she was getting turned on despite her feelings towards him.

She moaned a little louder unable to find the words she wanted to say her mind slowly relaxed with the rest of her body, blushing heavily soaking through her panties.

hmmm...must've been my imagination He said and gave a 'tch' sound and the panties turned into a liquid state flowing off of her like water before he reforms them, and repeats that same tactic with her sports bra. Now that her breasts where bare the massaging hands could get to her nipples while his own start to massage the tence muscles in her thighs.