KO Apartment Debut POW Match! Komachi Hiroshima vs Zarya the Iron Soldier

Komachi's body would spasm and twitch in Zarya's clutches as she tightened the dragon sleeper and arced her body back even more, causing her body to jolt to life. Her legs would once again twitch and squirm slightly, her toes curling in and out as her free arm would slap at Zarya's other arm and thighs weakly. Komachi let out unconscious gasps for air as her head twitched, her tongue lapping up air and drool, her eyes remaining completely rolled back.

It seemed there was still a bit of resistance in Komachi, at least... or just her bodies instinctive sense of self preservation kicking in. Either way, Zarya meant to keep up the pressure on the smaller girl. Instead of released the hold, the russian attempted to bring her strong legs up around Komachi on either side, combining the dragon-sleeper with a body scissor and adding the vice-like grip of her thick thighs to Komachi's torment. Surely the red-head wouldn't be stupid enough to insult Zarya again after 'this'. Well... when she finally recovered, at least.

Komachi only response to Zarya increasing the pain of the dragon sleeper with an added bodyscissor is her body twitching and instinctively acting on its own. But her smacks would become more and more weak, they were already pretty weak to begin with, eventually they stopped and so did the squirming of her legs. Her body would revert back to twitching as more drool and tears rolled down her face.

Zarya held her in the hold for a few more minutes before finally releasing Komachi, shoving her away with contempt to flop bonelessly onto the carpet beside her. She nudged the girl with the tip of her boot. "I'm going to make *you* pay for cleaning the drool out of my carpet. Are listening to me? Useless bitch.. no respect, even now." Of course, Komachi was in no condition to respond even if she wanted to. She placed her boot on the Japanese girls stomach and pressed down, slowly forcing the air from her lungs and not allowing them to properly refill. The need to breathe should shock her awake again.

Komachi flopped onto the floor lifelessly as her body twitched and drool rolling down the sides her of her mouth. Her eyes were were still completely rolled up and her body would start spasming when Zarya placed her boot on her stomach and started to push down. Komachi's body would twitch and struggle, clawing and kicking at the carpet until her eyes would finally roll back down and she would groan and grunt in pain. "W-What the hell?" Komachi uttered as she regained her consciousness before crying in pain from the Russian crushing her stomach.

"AGH! Get t-the fuck off you cunt!" Komachi cried as she coughed and tried to push herself away but couldn't budge an inch with Zarya pinning her down with just her boot.

Zarya crossed her arms beneath her ample bust and glared down at Komachi. Was this annoying little bitch *still*spewing insults? One would think she'd learned manners eventually, but it seemed the smaller girl was in some delusional world all her own, a fantasy world where she actually believed she had a chance against the Russian fighter.

The Iron Soldier did lift her boot... just long enough to bring it down again, hard, aiming to stomp the air right out Komachi's lungs yet again. "Did you read all instructions, little one? You do know what happens if you lose this match, right?" She grinned coldly, grinding her boot heel into the girls stomach if her initial stomp hit home. Either way, after a few seconds she would release the red-head. "If you beg for mercy, maybe I go easy on you, hmm?" Her tone suggested there was very little chance of that.

Komachi groaned and clutched her stomach when Zarya finally lifted her foot up and curled up into a ball, turning to her side. Her entire was in pain, but Komachi glared up at Zarya and raised one of her arms in the air and stuck the middle finger at the Russian. "Fuck. You. Bitch," Komachi grunted with grit teeth.

Zarya stared at that raised middle finger as if unable to comprehend what she was looking at. She'd dealt with willfull and spirited opponents before, but Komachi was borderline insane to keep taunting her, even now! The look of surprise faded quickly into something else, however. Her stare went hard and flat, and a sinister little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. An expression that would have sent any sensible person scrambling for the door.

"I know what you need. A little time as my prisoner will teach you some respect... and even if it doesn't, I'm going to enjoy using you as a training dummy. I just need to end this match first." Zarya spoke coolly, before reaching down to simply grab Komachi by the throat. If she caught the arrogant little bitch, she'd half-carry, half-drag the Japanese girl to her bedroom and practically throw her onto it with a violent shove.

Zarya didn't intent to give Komachi a chance to recover... or more importantly, speak. She'd move to straddle the girl on her bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and shove it forcefully over her face. That ought to keep her quiet for a bit.

Komachi gasped and wheezed when Zarya grabbed her by her throat and started to half-drag her to her bedroom. As she was being dragged, she kicked her legs and flailed her arms but to no avail. Letting out a yelp, Komachi landed on her stomach on the bed. Groaning, Komachi would turn around and have Zarya straddled. "What the fuck are yo-MMMMPH!" Komachi was about to scream before she was suddenly being smothered by a pillow!

Komachi would flail her arms, kicking her legs and letting muffled screams as she pounded on Zarya's arms. She tried turning her head left and right but the pillow was covering her entire face, letting no air in what so ever. It didn't take long for Komachi to finally lose conscious. Everything started to go black around her, her body started to feel weaker and weaker, eventually her legs stopped moving and her arms fell on the bed. Her entire body was left twitching under the Russian, a wet stain forming on her white panties as she passed out.

Zarya waited for the futile struggles to fade, reclining against Komachi's struggling, squirming body until the smaller girl went still. Thankful for the peace and quiet, the Russian took the time to officially 'pin' the unconscious girl, leaning on the pillow with her elbow and forearm while slapping the bed for an exaggerated, slow count to three.

"It's all over. Now, I can do whatever I want with you." She smirked, the amusement never actually reaching her fierce eyes. She had ever intention of making Komachi pay several times over for every single disrespectful remark. Zarya lifted the pillow to gaze down at her handiwork for a second before letting it flop back onto the girls face, "Rest while you can. You'll need it." She laughed to herself, as though she'd made the funniest joke in the world, before getting up and leaving Komachi alone, defeated on the bed.