Ninja vs. Hacker in a Bed

"Haha, nope. You're gonna give up before I stop!" she said as she shifted her left knee to push back the ninja's right arm. It was strange to think that the ninja had been toppled by a hacker, but said hacker's fingers were built for just such an exercise. Presently, she was typing out a new sub process that would have the ninja giggle, laugh, writhe, then repeat process in a seemingly infinite loop, using one of the older code systems of C++. A simple language that she was certain the ninja had been written in. Perhaps she'd add a counter and an escape code of, there added it. Her little fingers typing away on the human keyboard that was the ninja.

Ryoko continued to laugh as tears were beginning to form at the corner of her eyes as she was hopelessly stuck with no way of escaping that she could think of as she couldn't focus on anything other than laugh as she then tried to push Lain off of her with her hands.

She wasn't so easily pushed off still as the girl was distracted with her own laughs. Lain continued her onslaught, "Give up yet? Or do you wanna go until you wet yourself?" she asked with a grin, a few monitors switching to show internet proof of just such a thing happening. "Or maybe you'll pass out? Or.. hehe... maybe your one of those girls who actually gets off on being tickled?" Her breathing had become even, and she wasn't scared anymore, she wasn't even vindictive.

"Okay okay okay! I give I give I give!" Ryoko shouted, no longer able to take the tickling as she just wanted it to stop. No longer caring about the score that she has forgotten about as she started to thrash her legs around.

The screens behind her lit up with the current score of three to two, in Lain's favor. She gave a wide grin knowing that now she could win with the application of a matchbook pin, a facesit pin, or a school girl pin. And now the ninja's success was all but a pipe dream... so long as she could maintain her body from becoming childishly traitorous. With a wave of her hand the screens returned to recording the fight.

"Never fought while being able to watch yourself, have you?" She asked as she threw her own panties from the ring, giving up on them entirely. Her bare womanhood was downplayed by her prepared fighting stance, there on her knees. It was like she didn't even care if it was caught on camera... a far cry from the scared little girl that started the match...