Dead or Alive: Kasumi Vs Ayane
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning for bondage/BDSM
*Kasumi and Ayane are copyright of Tecmo
*Dedicated to DarkLordMenchi


The bitter pain of defeat coursed through Kasumi's body and mind as she lay broken on the soft soil of the forest under the waterfall of Whitewater Vale. The moist earth beneath Kasumi may have been a comfort were her rival Ayane, not preparing an excruciating and surely embarrassing punishment.

Their fight had been a vicious and brutal one which had taken them from the rickety rope bridge above the waterfall and down to the hard and unforgiving world below…

It had been a swift and unexpected kick to Kasumi's head from Ayane in the heat of battle that had launched Kasumi into and over the slack rope of the bridge. Upon impact, Kasumi's body had skimmed the surface of the rocky terrain of the riverbank, like a stone skipping across the ocean, before coming to rest on the forest floor where she now lay.

Ayane had wasted no time in safely jumping from the bridge above the waterfall and down to the earth below, and soon enough she had located Kasumi's defeated and bleeding body. Kasumi had been lucky; no bones had been broken, no organs had been ruptured and she was still alive… Kasumi had tried to pick herself up from the soft earth beneath her but her body had succumbed to the exhaustion and pain of her defeat, rendering her helpless and easy prey for what Ayane had planned for her.

In the close distance, over the sounds of the birds chirping in the trees overhead and the dull roar of the waterfall outside of the forest, Kasumi could hear Ayane breathing heavily as she continued to carve what Kasumi could only imagine to be a thick hunk of wood…

The rushes of pain coursing through Kasumi's motionless body had turned to sharp waves of agony that were threatening to overpower her senses. To Kasumi, she knew that Ayane's punishment would involve taking her back to the village she had left in order to avenge her brother. Leaving the village to become a runaway shinobi was against the laws of her clan and Ayane, a fellow member of that clan and Kasumi's cousin, had vowed to see to it that Kasumi was captured and punished… but it was the manner of which Ayane would choose to take Kasumi back to their village that scared her the most.

Being dragged back to her village and the Mugen Tenshin Clan was the last thing Kasumi wanted; she still had her brother to avenge, which meant winning the Dead or Alive tournament, she couldn't go back, not now.

With the deepest of breaths and the last of her strength, Kasumi willed her fingertips deep into the soft soil beneath her. Kasumi's muscles shook within her trembling limbs as she began to pull her body away from Ayane and deeper into the forest. Kasumi's vision blurred behind tears and pain-filled suffering as she reached out and grabbed another handful of moist earth. Seething through her teeth, Kasumi battled against her fatigue and an approaching darkness which threatened to take the world from her, Ayane had already dissolved from Kasumi's attention, as had the rest of the world aside from the wet dirt beneath her until everything was brought back with harsh sensation of the air being driven from her lungs…

Ayane had finished her preparations, finished carving the long and thick branch that Kasumi had expected her to be in possession of, and now that recently-smoothed, thick and heavy branch had been slammed horizontally over the back of her shoulders and was currently being weighted down on top of her by Ayane's perfectly placed and postured form.

Ayane's hand gripped Kasumi's wrist and pulled her fingers free from the dirt. Kasumi struggled against Ayane's grip as best she could while she fought for breath beneath both the crushing sensation of the thick branch and Ayane's weight. Eventually Kasumi found her hand beneath the length of the branch that reached out from over her body and felt the distant sensation of rough leather being coiled tightly around her wrist which pulled it against the sturdy wood on top of her. The lack of air in Kasumi's lungs and the increasing numbness in her limbs made binding her easier for Ayane as she tied more rough leather belts from her outfit around both of Kasumi's arms to the thick branch…

Eventually the weight was eased from Kasumi's back to be replaced with a violent tearing sound. Ayane had stood; leaving Kasumi bound face down with her arms out at her sides in a crucifix-like position beneath the thick branch, stripped herself of her thick black coat and had begun tearing it into shreds.

With Ayane's weight lifted from her back, Kasumi was eventually able to catch her breath and rid her mouth, eyes and fingers of the needle-like sensation which had begun to plague them. To Kasumi, her body felt heavy and several sizes too big; the rough leather belts around her arms felt as if they were slowly dissipating her circulation and the uncomfortable position made it feel as if her shoulders were about to separate. Kasumi's new-found sensations had deafened her to Ayane's actions until she felt her legs being pulled together and her thighs being tightly tied with a thick material. Kasumi kicked and bucked her body as best she could but her best efforts to deny Ayane of her conquest only resulted in slight twitches and a steady rocking motion. Kasumi's heart sunk into a pit as a dark realisation crept up on her, the realisation that she was beyond all hope of escape.

Grabbing a greedy handful of Kasumi's dirt-caked hair, Ayane dragged her up on to her knees. Pulling a thick strip of material taut between her fists, Ayane reached down and pulled the thick strip into and around Kasumi's mouth. The thick strip forced itself between Kasumi's lips and teeth, pulled viciously as the corners of her mouth and held down her tongue effectively as Ayane pulled a series of stiff knots that raged against the back of Kasumi's head. Kasumi bit down on the cruel material and clenched her hands into fists in a helpless rage which flooded her body and mind. Within her racing thoughts, Kasumi knew that this would be the manner in which she would be led back to the village she left behind and the Mugen Tenshin Clan, no doubt Ayane would lead her through crowded streets of bustling villages like a claimed slave on the way towards her final destination. Her bonds were tight and she knew that her strength would not return in time to make an escape from the ensuing embarrassment or ultimate punishment at the hands of her clan…

Kasumi whimpered into her tight gag as Ayane dragged her to her feet and pushed her forwards, the bonds around her thighs ensuring her that each uncertain step would be a small and excruciating one…

As Kasumi and Ayane made their way deeper into the forest, Kasumi's fatigued and shattered mind continued to entertain the silent thoughts of embarrassment and the possible physical punishments that awaited her. She would be little more than a slave, bloody and helpless, with Ayane at her back forcing her to endure the wide-eyed gaping stares of hundreds of villagers as she continued on silently through the crowded streets and towards her final punishment…  Kasumi knew that her return to her village and the Mugen Tenshin Clan would not be a proud one; she would not be escorted by guards or warriors towards an accepted punishment, instead she would be delivered as if she were a soulless and inanimate object, and once there, as nothing more than her cousin's prisoner, the clan who had raised her, trained her and loved her would surely take her life…

Kasumi had left her clan with vengeance in her heart and the goal of avenging her brother; she would have won the tournament and brought honour back to her brother's name… but now her heart was heavy and breaking under the deepening sense of failure with each clumsy step that Ayane forced her to take through the forest, and instead of wishing for pain and death upon her enemies, she now hoped for rescue and mercy for herself… Fresh and silent tears began to fill Kasumi's eyes…

"She is the whelp DOATEC were so desperate to clone?" boomed a sudden, vile and deep voice from every direction.

Stopping dead in their tracks, both Kasumi and Ayane scanned the dense forest for the origin of the intimidating voice. At first, Kasumi had thought it to be the fresh tears in her eyes that had made the dead space in the near distance look as if it were warping and melting like molten metal over a furnace, until Ayane dragged her backwards, stood in front of her protectively and adopted a defensive stance in front of, what was now, an oozing viscous void hanging in the air in front of them.

With her hands raised in front of her and her feet firmly planted to the ground, Ayane watched with wide eyes in bewilderment as a large, vile-looking man both in height and girth dressed in a blood red suit and cap with large silver shoulder pads and perfectly white eyes slowly stepped from the oozing void with a gangly, tall and purple eyed woman in tow.

"Kasumi of the Mugen Tenshin Clan, you will come with us." Spoke the vile man with a grin as he folded his arms in front of him.

"Who are you?" snapped Ayane.

"Oh, we'll get to that, little giiirl" chimed the slender, purpled eyed woman "but for now, just show me where to hurt you…"
  
Clenching her hands into fists, Ayane prepared herself for a fight that she was sure to lose…