Wallpaper Girl

Mixed boxing, 300 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

Some things are inevitable. Spring will follow winter; night will follow day … and Todd will upset a woman. Nakano and her friend, Malaya, had recently joined Siren’s gym. When Todd first saw Nakano, he gulped. She was a tall, Japanese beauty. She looked gorgeous in her leotard: it was purple, bordered in blue, with bright splashes of flowers. It was daringly tapered at the back and front, so that the absolute minimum of clothing was left to maintain modesty. At the sides, it was laced down to the waist, and then – nothing. An opening high in the front showed off a tantalising glimpse of cleavage.

And what was Todd’s reaction when he first met her? He laughed, and said she looked as if she was wearing wallpaper. She was offended, but being new to the gym, she thought she had better just accept it and avoid him in future. But he didn’t avoid her. No, he would exclaim, “Hey, it’s wallpaper girl!” whenever he saw her.

After this had happened four or five times, she had enough. She went over to Todd, and looked down at him from her superior height, unnerving him a little. Then, in seductive broken English, she asked softly:

“We fight, yes?”

“Well, I …” was all Todd could say, so flustered as he was.

“Little man scared of tall woman, no?”

“Well, no, but …”

“Good. In this gym it must be cfnm, no? So, I see your small dick, yes?”

“She insult you,” stated Malaya, nearby. “You fight now, for your honour. I film it.”

(It should be mentioned that the quoted dialogue comes from the video. In the gallery, Nakano’s remarks have been written in a more regular English style, but this account will use the attractive English of the video.)

So Todd had got himself into yet another fight with a woman, and a few moments later they were in the ring, with Malaya pointing her phone at them. In her corner, Nakano, sporting purple gloves to match her leotard, looked glamorous, exotic and dangerous. She stared ominously at Todd, naked apart from his dull, yellow gloves. They met in the middle and bowed, then returned to their corners, all very correct.

The formalities over, Nakano unleashed her power. Stooping slightly, to allow for her greater height, she fetched Todd a nasty one on the jaw with her left. There was nothing testing or probing about this first punch; just bang one in on your opponent, and watch the alarm on his face! Alarm, that is, and pain.

“Girl punch boy good!” commented Malaya, as Nakano struck the same jaw again with a sort of hook-jab, “I like!”

Nakano was surprisingly versatile in her pretty, feminine outfit. She switched from left to right and got Todd on the ear with a cross. Malaya gave a little cheer as he blundered to his side with the force of the blow, then went down after a vain attempt to stay on his feet, like a drunk.

“Woman beat man up – is funny!” declared Malaya, beaming as she captured Todd tumbling to the mat on her phone.

For her part, Nakano told Todd that if he wanted her (and who wouldn’t?) he must get up and fight. But she did find time for a little posing in front of Malaya’s phone. Then she went back to Todd, who had made very heavy weather out of getting up and was looking none too happy now that he was on his feet. It didn’t help him that his hearing had gone all “foggy” in his left ear. But he must make an effort, so he flashed optimistically with his right. Malaya sniggered as the taller woman zipped down and to her side so that it sailed over her shoulder.

She replied with a third crack on Todd’s right jaw. He gave a little cry as she exploited the vulnerable painful spot that she had already created. Malaya was pleased to see her friend smiling. That was a good sign. She was relaxing slightly because she had control of the fight. She would dictate its terms.

“Smile for filming!” Nakano ordered Todd, her right fist landing on his temple so he turned 45 degrees to face Malaya. Only there was no smile. Rather, his mouth opened in a silent expression of pain while he put his glove up to feel the bruise that was forming on his temple. Nakano laughed at the forlorn sight.

But not for long. She wanted to press home her advantage – in this case with her left glove once again on the tender spot on Todd’s right jaw. He recoiled from it then, cursing with the pain, threw a left hook. It made a “swishing” sound as it swung in an impressive arc – at nothing. The laughing Japanese woman seemed to have some mystical Oriental magic that enabled her to escape what ought to have been certain winning punches. At least, that’s how Todd saw it.

Nakano clearly knew her business, and she now swung her left glove into Todd’s right ear. Her blow to his other ear had already affected his hearing and his balance, and her powerful fist now compounded that handicap (not to mention caused him more pain).

Bringing that fist back, she used her advantage in height to thrust it up and under Todd’s chin. It was a scoop rather than an uppercut and, although Malaya was disappointed not to see Nakano’s glove go soaring into the air while Todd’s head jerked backwards, she had to admit it was effective. The smiling woman sent the man backwards several steps in an effort to stay on his feet, all the time grimacing with pain.

“Good! Show him what Japanese girl can do!” sang out Malaya, as Nakano struck with a full-on right cross, causing Todd to yell in pain.

She was building up momentum now, as she sent him spinning with a left hook. She waited for him to finish his full circle, then welcomed him back with her right fist, plumb on his vulnerable ear. She was no longer smiling, so intent as she was on forcing a victory, aiming for all the weak spots that she had created.

In desperation Todd tried to counterattack, thrusting his left glove at his foe. But that demonic Oriental magic worked its curse again. Nakano glanced half-humorously, half-scornfully at Todd’s face, grimacing with effort, while his fist seemed to make a noble effort to punch a fly that just happened to buzz around her shoulder at that moment.

In a change of tactics, Nakano stunned Todd with a left cross. It banged home high on his cheekbone, and in a panic he pulled Nakano against him in a clinch, so that she couldn’t do any more damage. That’s what he thought, anyway. But she forced herself free, and fired her left fist into action, the breadth of her glove managing to cover both his wounded cheekbone and his damaged jaw. Malaya giggled at the sight of Todd hopping in disarray to stay upright after Nakano’s powerful fist struck home.

Talking of powerful fists, she now got him with a beauty of a right cross, bang on the chin. The strong, tall, beautiful woman put him down with it, which was what such a punch deserved.

After celebrating and posing for Malaya’s phone, Nakano went back to start counting while Todd was on the mat. At 8 he got up, swaying perilously, much to the amusement of both young women.

“She hit you good, no?” taunted Malaya (whom Todd was growing to dislike more than Nakano – he should have taken her on, he thought).

Mind you, Nakano could be just as annoying, his thoughts continued, as she did an exaggerated, mocking dance around him – before luring him into blocking a fake left jab. It wasted his slow defence, so that he was metaphorically as well as literally naked against the right cross that she set him up for. It homed in gloriously, spectacularly, on his chin again, and it would have had him over, had it not been for the ropes at his back.

Todd clinched again – it was all he could do in the circumstances – but once again, Nakano shook herself free. Then it was open season on his face. A left cross had him straining over the top rope, after it punished his left jaw. Choose whatever metaphor you like: Nakano was “on fire”, “had the wind in her sails”, “was on a roll”; each one would do.

She fired a right uppercut under his chin and Malaya’s phone captured a face racked with pain and horror, with a body seemingly glued to the ropes.

But then came a surprise. Instead of finishing him off while he was on the ropes, Nakano retreated to the middle of the ring and beckoned to Todd to join her. Why? Well, she later explained that she did it to make the fight’s climax more dramatic. Instead of pummelling her way to victory, with him trapped on the ropes, she wanted a spectacular finish.

Without knowing why, Todd did join her, immediately getting her left glove firmly on his right jaw as a welcome. Again. The pain was sharp, then dull, to go with the many others worn by his face.

The curvy, buxom pugilist now caught him in the eye with a bulldozer of a straight right. Then she swung her left fist in a semicircle, so that it hooked into Todd’s oh-so-tender jaw and cheekbone. Once again, it sent him on his way like a spinning top.

There was no part of Todd’s face that hadn’t already been visited by Nakano’s fists. Still, they seemed to enjoy the return visits, just as much as he seemed to hate them, and she ploughed her fist into his left ear – just in case it was recovering from her earlier blow. She could see the bewilderment on Todd’s face. He was “swimmy”, she could tell.

Nakano tested him with a left jab and, sure enough, a deliberately modest punch like that threatened to put him down.

There are times when only a French expression will do, and “coup de theatre” (even without the accents) is the best way to describe Nakano’s last punch. She wanted a spectacular finish, and she got it. Her right cross to Todd’s chin, while skilled boxing in itself, was also pure theatre, designed to raise an audience to its feet, cheering. Todd could be said to have played his part well, even if reluctantly. He plunged to the mat dramatically, having succumbed in grand style to the Japanese lady in the flowery leotard, and her terrifying fists.

“Wallpaper girl win!” declared Malaya, exultantly.

Naturally, it was posing and flexing time in front of Malaya’s phone, but Nakano was in a hurry for that sweet moment when she would count Todd out. She left off a lot of the commentary that many of the women in that gym seem to favour, until at 9 she asked, “Todd, are you ok?” The answer was clearly “No,” because he was still unconscious. At 10, she rather ominously declared that Todd belonged to her.

There was more posing and flexing, firstly in front of Malaya’s phone, then with her foot on Todd’s face. Next, Nakano went over to Malaya again, but this time to get a contraption that gave the newly awakened Todd the horrors. It was the hated strap on again, a thin black belt with a pink … well, you know.

Nakano brought Todd to a crouching position, then ordered him to suck it, calling him “loser”, while tapping it playfully on his face. She grabbed his head to make him suck more deeply, before ordering him to look her in the eyes. She wore the same ecstatic expression as a man, when a woman does that to him. How on earth did she manage to get an orgasm because Todd sucked some monstrous gadget? Yet that is what happened.

Nakano pushed him down with her foot on his chest, telling him, “Good job, bitch.” His reply of, “Anything for you,” confirmed that she had beaten all the pride out of him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said it so readily, because she made him get on all fours.

(At this stage, the author chooses to leave the next part of the narrative blank, except to say that what you imagine she did to Todd with that grotesque invention, she did, from behind and on top; and that it gave her as much pleasure as it gave him pain.)

Nakano kissed Todd after his ordeal, stood up, and told him, “You belong to me,” once more. She stood over him for some more posing, savouring both her victory and her “acquisition”. After embracing the faithful Malaya, she picked Todd up over her shoulder and left the ring, with Malaya delighting in Todd’s abject humiliation.