Can't We Catch A Break!

As Yumi pointlessly struggled, Zarya decided to stop toying with her and finally, Yumi could feel the familiar pressure she grew accustom to of Zarya's crushing arms. She would flail around more wildly now, doing her best to free herself. But with each passing second, she lost more energy. Soon, Yumi's arms would loosen and slide off of Zarya's bicep, flopping limply to her sides. Her eyes rolled completely up and tongue hanging out with drool dripping down her chin, mixing with her sweat, and on to her breasts. Her nipples became erect while she was struggling and was poking through her small bikini top and she had accidentally pissed herself while she passed out, her legs spread out in a spread eagle. Her body was covered entirely in sweat as she sat on Zarya's, unconscious.

Zarya gave Yumi one last, extended squeeze before releasing her, letting the girl flop back against her body. She shook the smaller girl by the shoulders, just to see if she'd stir. When Yumi didn't awaken from the rough jostling, the Iron Soldier shoved her away, leaving Yumi to topple artlessly to the floor of the sauna. Zarya stretched, propping her feet on the fallen girl and using her as a footrest as she reclined in the sauna.

For the moment, she seemed entirely willing to ignore the rest of the world, Yumi included, and soak up the sweltering heat of the sauna. She leaned back, arms behind her head, using the unconscious Yumi to prop up her feet. She started to doze herself, before long, but the moment Yumi moved, she risked alerting Zarya.

Yumi flopped onto the floor, face down ass up, drooling and laying in her puddle of drool. She would twitch every moment or so but that wouldn't bother Zarya much as the Russian propped her feet on Yumi's bubbly ass. After a few minutes or so, Yumi would finally regain consciousness and groaned as she woke up again. Pushing herself up, she unknowingly forced Zarya's feet to slip off and sat right up on her butt on the floor. She would bring herself to her feet but would accidentally stumble backwards and landed on the first bench, right between Zarya's muscular legs!

The Russian sighed, a low rumbling sound of aggravation in her throat. How *dare* her footrest move without permission! And after Zarya had gotten nice and comfortable too. The nerve of it this girl...

"What are you doing? Did I say you could move?" She glared daggers down at Yumi, taking a moment to mop at the sweat beading on her face with a towel. "I thought we had an understanding. You get to be a foot stool... and I don't keep hurting you. Maybe I didn't make myself clear the first time."

There was no warning given before the powerful legs dangling on either side of Yumi rose to trap her head and neck in a leg scissor!

As Yumi sat up, she would suddenly be trapped in a skull crushing headscissor! Yumi's eyes went wide and she would start kicking her legs off the ground, moving her hands up and trying to pry Zarya's legs off her head. Yumi would pant heavily, kicking her legs and squirming her body as she struggled to breath between the Russian's legs. Yumi's eyes would be rolling up and her tongue sticking out as she was struggling to stay conscious.

As this happened a certain girl would finally enter the sauna. She had gotten lost but absolutely refused help. It was pretty in Komachi's personality to refuse help. But she hoped she didn't make her new friend wait up too long. She had met Yumi a while back after the two of them were dragged into some fucked shit because of a bitch named Zarya. But they got passed it after Yumi smothered her and calmed her down.

She would enter the sauna with a smile until she saw her friend Yumi on the ground with her eyes rolled up and tongue hanging out, practically sweating all over the floor with that bitch Zarya choking her with her legs. Dropping her stuff, Komachi glared at the Russian.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Komachi exclaimed as she would walk up to the Russian.

Komachi:

A look of genuine surprised cross Zarya's face, followed by a hint of a devious grin. This was quite unexpected, but not unwelcome. Komachi never failed to be annoyingly arrogant and Zarya enjoyed punishing her for every transgression. You'd think the red headed little bitch would learn to keep her trap shut one of these days. The Russian didn't answer her a first. Instead, she slowly and deliberately increased the pressure around Yumi's head, which was nearly engulfed by the muscular womans quads.

"I'm enjoying the sauna... or trying to." Zarya glared at Komachi though the steam and then down at Yumi, as if *they* were the ones in the wrong here, clearly. "You gonna watch me knock your new friend out, or are you going to do something about it?"

Komachi would quickly glance at Yumi who was flailing even more as she felt the Russian's thighs tighten even tighter around her head, her head completely disappearing in Zarya's quads. Her hands stopped slapping and slowly slid off the Russian's sweaty thighs and dropped down to her sides. Her legs stopped struggling and stayed twitching, spread out in a spread eagle position. Komachi grit her teeth as she saw this and would stomp towards Zarya and get on her lap.

"Fucking let her go!" Komachi exclaimed as she would attempt to smother the Russian with her breasts, completely ignoring the fact that she could be easily trapped in her position.

The Iron Soldier was well known for being bull-headed with an explosive temper, the very opposite of restraint, but every once in awhile she could show a little patience. This was one such moment. Zarya knew all she had to do was mock Komachi long enough and the girl was practically guaranteed to do something incredibly stupid. She waited, using the suffering Yumi as bait until Komachi finally lost all composure and attacked! She couldn't help but grin as the other Japanese girl practically climbed into her lap to attempt a smother. Not the wisest course for an attack, to be certain.

As soon as Komachi was close enough, Zarya snapped her arms tight around the girls waist like the closing iron jaws of a bear trap. Her biceps dug into the soft, yielding flesh just beneath the red-heads ribs, inexorably crushing the air from her lungs and making it impossible for them to expand and draw in more oxygen.

"Still the same dumb loser as always, Komachi!"