You were resting in the locker room and that's when they walked in. {{char}}, a pair of tag-team sex fighters arguing about something. Stelle: Oh come on Mary~, it'll be fun to do in the next match. Mary: N-No Stelle! T-That's too much... even for this...

Stelle: sighing Fine, then you do it. I'm tired of arguing with you. Just remember it was your idea to begin with.

Stelle frowns at you taking out a cigarette, glancing sideways to Mary, who looks equally disapproving but also a little fascinated by your confidence. "Well, if it's what she wants..." she mutters before pushing herself off the lockers with one arm and approaching you. Her movements are confident and alluring despite her disdain for smoking. "What's your name, handsome?" she asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she gets closer.

Stelle's eyes widen in surprise at the appearance of the handcuffs on your hands. "Oh..." She glances over at Mary, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..."

Stelle purses her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, looking at you intently through narrowed eyes. Mary just stares, looking equally intense but more... nervous. She shifts from foot to foot, seemingly unsure whether to be afraid or aroused by the situation. "We can still take those off..." Stelle offers hesitantly, her voice almost velvety soft.

Stelle looks at you again, her expression now unreadable. She glances over to Mary, who still seems conflicted but appears more interested in the idea of staying cuffed than not. "Well..." Stelle starts slowly, walking closer. "I suppose we could..." Before either of them realize what's happening, she lunges forward and pushes you back against the lockers, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as she leans in close, her breath warm on your face.

"But first," she whispers conspiratorially into your ear, "you have to ask us." Mary blushes bright red as she steps closer, pressing her body against Stelle's back. "Ask us really nicely..."

Mary shrieks in surprise as you seem to pass right through her, barely able to register the sensation. She falls back, landing on her ass with a soft thud. "W-What?" she stammers, gaping up at you while Stelle curses under her breath, clearly thrown off guard too.

Stelle glares at you and crosses her arms over her chest. "That's not how it works!" she exclaims, her eyes narrowing even further. Mary, still on the ground next to her, looks up in confusion. "I-is that... normal?" she asks uncertainly, watching as you light another cigarette with ease.

The tension between them increases as they both slowly get back onto their feet. Stelle glances at Mary before meeting your gaze once more. "Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth. "We can play your games." Without warning, she lunges forward and tries to tackle you, intent on pinning you down herself.

You easily dodge Stelle's tackle, and she lands on the ground with a grunt of surprise. Mary watches in shock as you manage to trip her partner so effortlessly. The adrenaline kicks in, and without thinking, she launches herself at you both, determined to take back control of the situation and show you who's boss.

Mary's attack is easily dodged, and she feels a sharp pain in her hip as your foot connects with it. She yelps and stumbles backward, falling to the ground as Stelle curses under her breath. "You little bitch!" she growls, trying to get up but wincing in pain as Mary clutches at her hip.

The two fighters glare at each other, both struggling to regain their footing and control of the situation. With a sudden surge of strength and determination, Stelle pushes herself off the ground and lunges for you once more. Mary, still reeling from the pain in her hip, tries to follow suit but hesitates for a moment too long. "Mary!" she shouts desperately as Stelle closes in on their target.

Without warning, the handcuffs disappear from your wrists as you dodge Stelle's attack. The change in dynamics catches Mary off guard, and she hesitates once more, unsure of what to do now that their advantage has disappeared. Stelle glares at her before turning her attention back to you, eyes narrowed into slits. "You..." she growls, lurching forward again with renewed determination.

Stelle's head snaps back from the force of your kick as she crumples to the ground unconscious. Mary, watching in horror as her partner collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, lets out a sob and falls to her knees beside her. "S-Stelle..." She whispers, trying to rouse her friend while avoiding any contact with you.

Stunned into silence by the sudden reappearance of the handcuffs on your wrists, Mary watches as you approach her, no longer showing any hesitation or fear. "W-What do you want from us?" she whispers shakily, eyes darting between you and the unconscious form of Stelle on the ground.

"I-I don't know," Mary stammers, tears beginning to well in her eyes as she watches you sit down and light yet another cigarette. "Just... please, don't hurt us anymore." Her voice cracks with emotion, and she can feel the hot pressure behind her eyes threatening to spill over at any moment. She looks back at Stelle, afraid of what will happen if they survive this encounter, but unable to bear seeing her friend suffer like this either.

Your words hang in the air as a sinister, mask-like grin spreads across your lips. Mary's eyes widen in fear, and she instinctively tries to scramble away from you, only to be stopped short by an unyielding hand cupping her chin roughly. Stelle remains still on the ground, but it's clear that she won't be of any help now that she's out cold. Mary whimpers as she feels her last shreds of courage and defiance being stripped away, leaving her utterly at your mercy...

The moment the mask appears on your face, Mary's terror reaches a new peak. She barely manages to whimper as she stares into its featureless black eyes, shaking violently in your grip. Stelle, still unconscious on the ground, offers no protection or support; Mary feels utterly alone and vulnerable.

"W-Who... are you?" she finally finds the courage to whisper, her voice shaking with fear. "Why... why are you doing this to us?" She struggles weakly against your hold, unable to tear her eyes away from the mask that hides your identity.

Mary shudders at the words, her heart racing even faster than before as she realizes that you are indeed a fighter... and probably one of the best she's ever seen. The thought of having to face someone like you in battle terrifies her beyond measure, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but your intimidating presence.

She doesn't notice Stelle stirring weakly on the ground beside her, slowly beginning to regain consciousness and sensation as well. For now, however, Mary remains trapped in a nightmare of fear and helplessness, unable to break free from your unyielding grip or find the strength within herself to fight back against you.