Training with a new dummy

"I'm not sure if she's fearless... or incredibly stupid." Isa remarked about Komachi's persistent defiance. 

"OK girls.. We will try this one more time. " Zarya said,  with the patient tone of someone trying to train a dog to sit. A dog who wasn't terribly bright. "You two are going to fight each other. First to smother the other out gets to go home. This time, no cheating. No sucker punches, or you'll get punished like last time. Understand?"

Both girls would be taking deep breathes when they heard the opportunity to leave and a sense of hope filled in the two of them. But Yumi was too kind of a soul to actually ever smother someone out and knowing they would be subjected to horrible punishment but Komachi wasn't like Yumi, immediately taking advantage of the girl near her breasts and shoving her head deep into them, wrapping her arms around her head and her legs around Yumi's waist. Yumi flailed her arms around, her legs kicking up as she squirmed and flailed, letting out muffled screams of protests as Komachi smothered the poor girl, eventually rocking the two onto Yumi's back so Komachi straddled on top of Yumi like a koala hugging a branch, not giving Yumi even a single pocket for air.

"This isn't fun anymore." Isa crossed her arms beneath her breasts, eyes narrowed angrily as Yumi, predictably, was overcome by Komachi.

"You're just mad because you're girls a loser." Zarya grinned.

Isa arched a brow. "They're both losers..."

"Yeah, but yours is worse!"

Isa glared and turned her attention back to the too girls struggling on the carpet, having already decided to take her frustrations out on Komachi the moment the red-head the moment this little 'contest' was decided. She was glare to not have wagered any actual money on Yumi being anything other then useless...

As Yumi found everything harder to breath, she would eventually found her hands on Komachi's face and begin pushing on the red head's face! Komachi would grit her teeth as she let out a grunt, struggling to keep her hold on Yumi anymore but the many tazer shocks she took would take their toll on her as she finally let go of Yumi and would be flipped over, now Yumi would be resting on top of Komachi and smothering the red head with her breasts!

Letting a huge gasp for air, Yumi quickly wrapped her arms around Komachi's head and shoved the red head deep into her breasts! Komachi would flail her arms around, repeatedly smacking the carpet floor, tapping on it as her legs would kick out, making a frog like motion as she would run out of air. Komachi's sweaty face would get redder and redder, her eyes rolling up ward as she was smothered in Yumi's sweaty melons. Eventually after a few more minutes, Komachi's struggles and muffled screams died down and she went limp, some drool escaping her mouth and getting Yumi's breasts even wetter. The wet piss stain on her white panties getting larger as she twitched under the Japanese girl. As Komachi passed out, Yumi would whispering apologies to Komachi repeatedly, over and over until Komachi finally passed out.

Zarya stared in disbelief, mouth hanging open for a moment. It just wasn't possible. Yumi had actually managed to smother Komachi out! "That did not just happen.."

Isa, on the other hand, offered a tight little smile and knelt down beside Yumi. "So you do have a little fighting spirit in you. At least when you're given no other choice." She stroked her fingers through Yumi's hair soothingly. "It appears you've won."

"Well now... we did make a promise, didn't we?" Said Zarya, and something in the Russians tone seemed to suggest she thought very little of such promises.

"I think, technically, 'you' promised last time, Zarya." Isa commented, calmly stating fact. "I didn't promise anything." At that, Isa's fingers went from soothingly gliding through Yumi's hair to gripping the silky strands painfully tight, moving to shove the Yumi's face into the cleavage of the girl she'd just smothered unconscious.

Yumi would be taking deep gulps of air as she her head was lifted up slightly, with Isa caressing her fingers through her hair. She would be happy at the mention of being free only for hope to be shattered when she heard what Isa said. Before she could even react, she would feel a sharp pain as Isa gripped her hair tightly and plunged her deep into Komachi's breasts!

Yumi would let out muffled screams, flailing her arms in the air and tapping on the carpet floor as a sign of giving up but being smothered already had drained most of the fight in her already and in a matter of minutes, Yumi would flop limp on top of Komachi, drooling into the red head's breasts as her arms drooped lifelessly to her sides.

"Hmm, we're going to have to get rid of them soon. It's fitting tomorrow is garbage day." Zarya chuckled darkly, "I'll find something to tie them up with. You make sure they don't wake up anytime soon."

"Easily done. I don't think either has much, if anything, left." Regardless, Isa lay down atop the defeated girls length wise. She pressed a forearm into Komachi's throat, a position that consequentially left her breasts mashed against the back of Yumi's head, pressing the smaller japanese girl deeper into Komachi's breasts.

Komachi would make gurgling noises when Isa laid down on Yumi, choking her as she shoved the Japanese girl deeper into her breasts. Her eyes were still rolled up and her tongue stuck out of her mouth, drool leaking out her mouth as she was twitching. Yumi was the same too, twitching but otherwise, unmoving as she was shoved deeper into Komachi's breasts.

Isa decided not to question why Zarya had a length of rope lying around. Instead, she stood, hands on hips, and looked down at her handiwork like an artist admiring a sculpture. Something wasn't quite right... but she soon realized the problem. Grabbing Yumi by the hair, she physically dragged her further up Komachi's body, until it was the bitchy red-head who was suffering the smother, her face trapped in Yumi's huge breasts. Komachi deserved it for being annoying, as far as Isa was concerned.

When Zarya returned with the rope the two heels took the time to bind Yumi and Komachi together with rope twined up the length of their bodies like lights on a Christmas tree, until they were bound tightly together, facing each other, helpless to escape until some kind soul happened to release them. Together, the long time tag-team partners carried the girls out of the apartment, each hauling them out by a different end, and unceremoniously dumped them out of the apartment.

Zarya brushed her hands off as if completing a hard nights work. "Just like old times! We should get the team back together, Kubota!"

Isa frowned as they walked away from the trash they'd left behind. "Lets keep it in the ring next time. You're going to end up in jail one of these days. Again."

"Hey, Komachi signed a waiver! And Yumi was your fault!" Zarya laughed, their voices fading as they got further away from where they'd left the girls.

As the two girls were thrown out like literal trash, it would take a good hour before some kind hearted employee to wake them up and untie them. Of course Komachi was still passed out but Yumi was semi-okay. When the employee asked what she could do, Yumi said she'd like a ride back to her apartment. And when asked what to do with Komachi, Yumi thought for a moment and decided to bring her back home with her. No harm in doing that.