Breaking the rules (For Tanosh)

Once the hot water started down on her again in the shower, she'd take another deep breath as she started climbing to her feet, getting to her hands and knees. That had hurt a lot more than she'd like to admit. "Like hell.... The only favor...I'll do you... Is ripping your balls off." She was definitely angry, and would prove it by taking a wild swing at his crotch, not caring if she played dirty. As long as she won, she didn't care.

Empty threats. A pathetic ruse of a beaten opponent. He had turned his back to cut on more showers, soaking himself and his towel, and as he turned back to deal with her as she made her way back up, he found a punch right in his crotch. His eyes widened as it collided, and set him staggering backwards away from her and into a corner. He melted to his knees, now holding both hands to protect his sore genitals. That coy appearance had finally been washed away, giving view to one of painful surprise. He wanted to get up, thrash her around some more, but presently his mutinous body would have none of it.

Thankfully, she had managed to catch her breath well enough that she could get up and follow up to the painful low blow. She knew if she didn't follow up and beat him, he was going to come back at her angrier than before. And from how the match had been going, she didn't doubt things wouldn't end well if that happened. "I doubt your thinking about those sexual favors now asshole." Moving towards him after getting to her feet. She'd run at him after a few steps, aiming a strong clothesline for his neck, wanting to take him down so she could pound his head into the tiled floor. Literally.

The groin shot was a bit more debilitating than he would have liked to admit, keeping him down on his knees, and from going after her. He had to focus on the task at hand, and defeat his opponent, lest more unsavory blows come to him. It wouldn't look well that a guy like him had fallen to such a small and inexperienced opponent. Luckily, her lack of experience was once again his saving grace.

Being much taller than her, his arms were much longer. Suddenly as she was closing in on her coveted clothesline, his right hand came up to her bare crotch, an open palm strike upwards that would shove a great deal of force into her charging pelvic bone. His left hand was removed from his own crotch as it came to catch her would be clotheslining arm. He did not move his lower body, thinking that everything below his hips still had a mutinous hatred of what his mind might ask it to do. "Quite the contrary." If her momentum did not stop with the initial smash, he'd duck his head down, and use her momentum to mount her onto his shoulders, not letting either hand release its victim.

Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as the blow hit hard against her bare crotch. The pain sent her stumbling forward, right into his grasp as he put her over his shoulders. What was even worse, was what he'd said. That his mind was still on the sexual favors. Beth didn't let herself be afraid, since she was more concerned with just being strong. But it definately sent a chill down her spin as she struggled, trying to slam her other hand against his face if she could, or just hit him wherever she could manage. She wanted to scream at him, but the only sound coming from her was the whimpering from the hard blow against her. He'd definately returned the favor on her, and she had a feeling he planned on even more to get revenge on her.

A few plans had come to mind, but some where ignored simply because breaking her completely was not in his best interests. He slowly staggered to his feet, her bare chest resting now on his left shoulder as his right hand forcibly held her slit, rubbing it nice and hard to keep the memory of the pain he had caused fresh in her mind. His uneven movement caused her dangling feet to knock up against the wall, and she may soon realize that even this was part of a plan. Her foot had been made to knock one of the shower's valves to open fully to hot water only. Without any mixing of cold water, piping hot water hissed from the spigot and cascaded down upon her bare rump. He was mostly shielded by it's initial heat by her body, but he made sure to let it flow upon her ass and along her crotch.

Having stood, and not taking a moment to right the towel, it had fallen to the floor. Weight from being soaked in water kept it in a solid C of brown clothe in the corner. She could see, if she had the mind to look, that his cock had begun to grow as the fight progressed. He had little to be ashamed of already, and it wasn't even entirely hard yet.

She wanted to throttle him and beat him to a bloody pulp as she felt his hand rubbed against her bare crotch, making her wince from it still being sore. At first she didn't really know what he was doing. But the scalding hot water made her realize, as well as scream in pain as she started thrashing even more, trying to pull free of his hold. Thankfully being hung over him like this kept her from seeing his package, otherwise she'd get even more frantic than she was.

The pain of the hot water upon his hand was a new sensation that drew the attention of his mind away from his crotch. The sickening pain he felt in his groin became deadened as new alerts to being scalded in his hand filled his awareness. "Well you wanted your shower, didn't you?" he asked as she screamed in pain, his hand clenching harder upon her crotch as it and his forearm experienced its own scalding sensations. "I guess we just need to rinse you off real good," he added as he ducked his head low and sent her foreward off of his shoulders. His body dropped with hers as he knelt to one knee, but his hands guided her descent, flipping her as she fell and causing her to land with her back upon his left knee. She be left in a sitting position, propped up with her back against his knee, and now the water had a new target, her face, breasts, and crotch as it streamed down her body.

With the water stringing her eyes, she had to shut them, trying to bring her arms up to shield her face. She'd clench her mouth shut tight, not wanting to scream and have that water down her throat. She'd start kicking though, trying to bring her feet against his chest and kick herself away from him, not liking the direction this match had taken, and knowing that it was partially her fault for the low blow.

Finally at wits end himself, he retreated from her and the scalding water, leaving her to writhe under it. "A little to hot for you?" he growled, some of the aggitation she had put into him began to show as he stood and reached for the faucet, shutting the hot water off completely, only to replace it with the winter tap water that was untouched by warm water. He leaned against the tile wall as he did this, left hand going back to his crotch as his right side pressed against the cool tile... just what he needed to fight the pain of the scalding he had succumbed to while torturing her.

"Give UP already! It'll save you a lot of pain in the end," he chided again, watching her closely now, lest she try something stupid again.