Training with a new dummy

Isa grimaced and leaned backwards, catching the now Komachi with a fist full of red hair. "She drooled on me." Kubota stated, and true enough copious amounts of saliva had stained the front of her outfit. She spun Komachi around and wrapped a sinewy arm around her neck, slowly tightening the blatant choke until the arrogant girls windpipe was almost entirely shut. "Do me a favor and wake up Yumi. I'm going to make sure her target is out for *awhile*"

Zarya, meanwhile leaned over and slapped Yumi across the face, hard enough to sting. "Nap time is over for you. Come on, we do not have all night."

Komachi would fall limp into Isa's breasts, and would be drooling and twitching as Isa started choking her. She would be twitching and squirming, her mouth hung open and tongue hanging out. She weakly flailed her arms and legs twitching as her eyes rolled back and she went limp.

Yumi would be groaning as Zarya slapped her face, her head flipping to the side as she came to. "Wh-Wha?" Yumi groaned as she slowly regained consciousness.

Isa Kubota leveled a cold, flat stare at the recovering Yumi, seeming to care not one bit about the nearly comatose Komachi in her arms, even as she gave the redhead one last squeeze to make sure she was out. "Yumi. You are an embarrassment to the sport. You need to develop a mean streak."

Isa loosened the choke-hold, but still held Komachi up in her arms. "Can you even throw a punch? Why don't you practice a few on this losers belly? Be aggressive."

"Yeah." Zarya grinned, "Because if you don't listen, I might get bored. You wouldn't want that."

Yumi would look timid and quiver in fear as the amazon-like women peered over her, and would let out a yelp when she saw the comatose Komachi, completely unconscious but twitching in Isa's arm. When she heard the two women's order, Yumi would slowly back away, with her arms raised in defence.

"I'm not much for being mean. It seems horrible to be doing something to someone in that current state," Yumi timidly replied as she pointed to the drooling mess that was Komachi.

"Don't be ridiculous. She is weak. *And* sneaky. Didn't she just punch you in the head? Don't you want revenge?" Isa questioned, seriously before giving shaking her head in disgust. "You are a lost cause."

With that, Isa shoved Komachi violently into Yumi's arms, with more then enough force to knock the smaller Japanese girl to her back, with the unconscious Komachi atop her. Zarya reached over, grabbing the redhead by the hair and adjusting her so that her breasts covered Yumi's face, while Isa stood to plant a foot onto Komachi's back, pressing her down into Yumi.

"Fight back... Or are you so weak you'll lose to an unconscious girl?" Isa said.

Yumi would lower her head in shame when Isa insulted her but soon let out a yelp when the bigger woman threw Komachi at her, causing her to fall down and off the bed, on to the carpet floor. Before she could even do anything, Zarya had grabbed the back of Komachi's head and repositioned her so that Yumi's head would then be shoved deep in to her breasts! Yumi would let out a muffled scream as she started to flail her arms frantically, pounding on the carpet floor and slapping the air, tapping repeatedly on Komachi's back as everything around her got dark. Her entire body squirmed under Komachi's while the redhead was still unconscious, eyes still rolled up and drooling from her mouth, tongue hanging out.

"Come on, give her a chance at least. It's more entertaining that way." Zarya interjected, watching the exchange.

"I'm barely applying any pressure at all." Isa said, her foot propped up on Komachi's back, watching Yumi squirm pathetically underneath the unconscious girl. "She really is that weak. I could train her for a year and accomplish nothing. Completely. Useless." Deciding to go ahead and put the struggling Yumi out of her misery, at least for the time being, Isa pressed down harder, grinding her heel into Komachi's back, further mashing the defeated red-heads breasts into Yumi's face..

Yumi struggles futilely, her arms desperately clawing at the air and slapping Komachi's back and the carpet floor. Everything around her was completely black and her face was starting to turn entirely red now. Her slaps on Komachi's back would emanate in the room, her muffled screams growing quieter and quieter just like her flailing arms moving slower and slower now. As Isa decided to put the Japanese girl out of her misery, Yumi's muffled screams died out completely, her arms aimlessly just moving around on the carpet floor until her body eventually stopped, her legs and arms poking out from under Komachi were twitching as her eyes rolled back and she went completely silent.

Isa used her foot to jostle the girls to see if they woke, before lightly nudging Komachi just enough that her torso fell off to the side and left Yumi's face uncovered, letting the poor loser breathe.

She looked down at the two broken jobber girls and sighed. "This is bitterly disappointing." 

"For you it is. "Zarya grinned, " Looks like I win. "

The Japanese woman blinked,"What are you talking about?" 

"My girl beat yours twice. I win."

"She *cheated* the first time and the second doesn't count!" Isa frowned, her competitive nature not allowing her to accept the thought, even with something as insane as making two girls go at each other like some sort of twisted chicken fight. "Wake them up. They're going another round."

" Only the tazer will wake them now. I thought you didn't approve. " Zarya said and then laughed at Isa's answering glare. Grabbing the tazer off the end table and setting it on medium and jabbed it into Komachi's back. At this setting the charge would travel through the annoying red-head and shock both girls.

As the two unconscious girls laid next to each other, Komachi would suddenly wake up to a powerful electric shock from Zarya's tazer, the shock travelling past her body into Yumi's! The two girls would wake up screaming in pain as they spasmed and twitched before flopping back down onto the carpet floor, twitching and heaving for air, staring into each other eyes. Komachi would weakly glare at the two women and stick up a middle finger.

"F-Fuck...you two," Komachi crocked as she twitched while Yumi's face would still be uncomfortably close to Komachi's breasts.