Training with a new dummy

(continued from previous POW match https://www.afwrpg.com/t15957-ko-apartment-debut-pow-match-komachi-hiroshima-vs-zarya-the-iron-soldier )

"Yeah, yeah.. look just get over here. It'll be fun, I promise." Zarya Volkov said into her cell phone, cleaning against the wall of her bedroom and watching the unconscious form of her last opponent on the bed, the girls face half-hidden by a pillow, the unfortunately loser of an apartment POW match.

"No, it's nothing illegal. I get arrested on time and I hear about it forever! You will just have to trust me. Don't take all day." She ended the call and turned her harsh stare to Komachi's helpless form, considering her for a moment before casually walking over to the end table beside the bed and reaching into the drawer. Inside she pulled out a tazer, a hold over from a past job when she worked as a security guard. She hardly needed it for self-defense, but it had other uses. One the Iron Soldier demonstrated by casually nestling the tip against Komachi's crotch and turning it on, using the lowest setting to shock her awake.

Komachi's limp body laid completely still on Zarya's bed, still slightly drooling from her mouth. She was currently having a dream of Zarya putting her through more painful and humiliating moves, causing her to twitch a little in her slumber. That is until she would suddenly feel a shock coming from her crotch, slight electricity cursing through her body and causing her body to spasm and wake up. Komachi would wake crying out in pain and sit up, the pillow being thrown off her face as she did and she scurried back from whatever was electrifying her pussy.

"What the fuck!? Where am I?" Komachi groaned as she looked around and saw Zarya holding a tazer, "What the hell were you trying to do you cunt!?"

Zarya could only shake her head at Komachi. The girls attitude was truly unbelievable for someone who was completely at anothers mercy. "You lost the match, remember? I get to keep you until the times up. Better, I've got a friend on the way. You'll like her." The cold smile suggested Komachi would most certainly 'not' like anyone the Russian considered a friend at all.

She had no intention of giving Komachi a chance to escape that stipulation, harsh as it was. Putting the tazer back in the drawer for the moment, and keeping it out of the smaller girls reach, she grabbed for a fist full of red hair and moved to drag Komachi's face towards her. Unless the other girl managed to escape, Zarya would promptly shove Komachi's face between her breasts and hold her there with a muscular arm around her head.

Komachi grit her teeth as she glared at the Russian but before she could give a snarky, bitchy comment, Komachi cried out in pain when Zarya grabbed her by her hair and shoved her into her breasts. Komachi let out a muffled scream as she flailed her arms before eventually bringing them to Zarya's muscular arm and trying to push herself out of Zarya's breast, then switching to slapping Zarya's sides, trying to free herself.

The Russian's laughter dripped with open contempt for the girl. "What's that? It almost tickles! I have faced many losers in my career, but *you* are the most pathetic!"

Zarya wrapped both arms around the girls head as she smashed Komachi's face into her ample cleavage, completely disregarding those feeble attempts at escape. She backed away from the bed, dragging the red-head along with her, still held tight as sweat beaded on the bigger woman's pale skin from the heat and friction. Almost absently, she began to consider what to do until her friend arrived. Perhaps watch some television with her new training dummy? Yes, that would work.

Komachi let out muffled screams and continued to smack Zarya's sides and arms but she would writhe in pain when Zarya wrapped both her arms around her head and forced her deeper into her sweaty cleavage. Her nose was pressed up against Zarya's skin, the Russian's sweat getting all over her face. Komachi would let out a "MMMMPH!" when Zarya dragged her off the bed to who knows where! Komachi would look at the Russian with angry eyes but would immediately become weak eyes as her slaps would become pats.

That brief flash of anger in Komachi's eyes brought a grin from the amazonian woman, and the silent determination to make the smaller girl pay for the effrontery. Zarya half-carried, half-dragged her prisoner back to the living room and flopped back onto the couch. She pulled a weakly struggling Komachi up onto her lap with ease. She yanked the girls face out of her bosom for a second, giving her the reprieve of a few precious gulps of air.

"I watch the news around this time. You have a problem with that? No? Good." She didn't give Komachi a chance to complete a full bitchy comment before slamming her face between her breasts, smothering her again, using one arm to keep her there while reaching for the remote control with the other.

Komachi would let out a muffled grunt as she was plopped on Zarya's lap and continued to weakly pat and paw at Zarya's sides until she would finally be allowed to breath a few gulps of air. Hearing Zarya, she was about to let out another bitchy comment before being shoved back into Zarya's breasts, except this time, her entire face was engulfed. Her arms went crazy, flailing around, trying to make Zarya loosen her grip. She would slap her sides, paw at her arms, even at one point and tried to smack Zarya's face but all she really did was just touch her cheeks and her arms slid down to her sides. This would go on for a good five to ten minutes before Komachi would finally go limp and twitch as she sat in Zarya's lap while she watched the news.

Zarya yawned, settling into her usual routine almost as if nothing was any different. As if their wasn't a girls face snuggled between her breasts, breathing softly against her pale skin. She enjoyed the sensation enough that she didn't bother releasing Komachi even after the little red-haired bitch finally stopped flailing around. One arm draped lazily, but securely around Komachi, the Russian continued to flip through channels when she got bored with the news, scowling when she realized there was nothing on. Every so often she glanced down at the limp form twitching now and then in her lap like a broken doll.

A few minutes later there came a knock at the door to the apartment. Zarya had unlocked the door after the 'match' such as it was, expecting company, and shouted for her visitor to enter. The door swung open and a stern faced young Japanese woman stalked inside, looking equal parts angry and frustrated.

"Soldier, got a present for you..." She said, slamming the door shut, but not before dragging another, smaller girl behind her, someone Zarya was actually familiar with. It was Yumi, with whom she'd had her debut match with. "This little weakling was running her mouth about you. Thought it'd be fun to bring her along so she could say those things to your face."

A devious smirk crossed the Russians lips. The expression didn't reach her eyes. "Is that true, Yumi? And I thought we parted on good terms."

Isa Kubota:

Yumi:

Few minutes ago, Yumi was walking home before she had accidentally bumped into another Japanese woman. Yumi was contemplating how her debut match and how much of a monster Zarya was. Unfortunately for Yumi, the woman she had bumped into was a friend of Zarya's and didn't like her calling Zarya a monster, attacking her by smothering her and dragging her all the way to Zarya's home. By the time she woke up, she was in an apartment and was facing Zarya who apparently was holding an unconscious girl in her lap, face deep in her breasts.

Yumi's eyes widen in fear and shook her head furiously. Komachi on the other hand had just recently regained her consciousness and already began to struggle again when found herself unable to breath, slapping at Zarya's sides again.