Suzuya Haruko vs. Haruna Saitou- No DQ Debut!

About as fast as she had regained her composure, Haruko was already being kicked around, this time literally as Haruna's boot went slamming into her skull. A trail of numb saliva traced her way to the ground as she skid across the concrete, before rolling to a stop in her back, groaning dizzily. Almost every part of her hurt, but she could just give up there. There were plenty of people out in the world who went through worse than this and didn't give up, right? If they could do it, so could she. At least, she hoped so...

And as Haruna approached with a weapon in hand, Haruko wanted to prove she wasn't so pathetic as she was being taken for. "That's.... that's th-the d-d-downside... of having... p-perfect... skin..." she moaned between labored breaths on the floor. While it wasn't the most intimidating display of resolve, it wasn't what a broken girl was likely to say, either, and maybe it would give Haruna some pause because of that.

"Well it doesn't seem so perfect anymore, now does it?" Haruna retorted, right before raising the wooden sword and swinging down, aiming a harsh blow right across Haruko's chest.

Following that, she stomped down on the girl's belly, driving her heel deep as she leaned in to look down over her fallen victim. "And I think it's going to be even less perfect pretty soon."

Haruko's chest slowly rose and fell with each breath as she listlessly waited for her opponent to come closer, making the perfect target for the sadistic diva. With a loud crack and a pathetic squeal, Haruko's breasts were wracked with pain, causing her to reach up and cover them with her hands, which unfortunately left the rest of her exposed. The impact against her belly was much more dull, though no less painful, as her exhausted body gave in and the forced spittle shone red with blood, dotting Haruna's leg with red specks. Instead of any coherent verbal response, all Haruko could muster was a pained gurgling sound as her opponent dug her foot deep into the poor girl's belly.

Haruna sharply recoiled in disgust as the specks of spit and blood touched her bare leg. "GAH! You damned rodent!" Now legitimately angry for the first time this fight, she pulled the kendo stick up and swatted Haruko's battered crotch, before bending over and trying to brush the red beads from her skin.

Scowling deeply, she swung another time, this one aimed at Haruko's right kneecap, following up with yet another aimed at her left.

Haruko had decided a long time ago that purposefully pissing someone off was one of the most decidedly uncool things a person could do. Sure, a little prank here and there could be fine if everyone was laughing in the end, but doing something for the sole purpose of making one person upset was, well, a dick move. That said, so was kicking someone in the crotch, or kneeing them in the stomach, or stripping them bare-ass naked in public without any sort of consent. Perhaps Haruna was the real winner here by getting Haruko to resort to such petty feelings, but, even if she'd feel guilty about it later, hearing Haruna bitch felt pretty good.

Well, for a moment, anyway. The next moment felt like hell, as the kendo stick was raised high into the air and brought violently down onto her beaten groin. How far Haruko's tiny lungs could bring sound was put to the test as she let out a miserable howl, both hands now clutched over her badly bruised pussy. Because of this, she couldn't really do anything to keep another blow from coming in time before the weapon cracked against her knee, and then the other, each blow causing her whole body to spasm violently as the tears flowed freely down the sides of her face.

Her initial anger spike subsided, but Haruna still wasn't exactly happy. Tossing the kendo stick aside, she opted to claim her second choice of weapon; a long, metal chain. As she returned back to where Haruko laid, she twirled one of the ends around, very quickly building up its speed and momentum before attempting to whip it across the girl's body.

"I suppose if you still have enough energy to scream, you still have enough to submit to me." Spinning the chain around again, Haruna let loose a second swing, followed by a third, and a fourth...

As her opponent discarded her current weapon and headed over to the pile, Haruko took the time to squirm and twitch as nearly every part of her body seemed to sting. This was hellish, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. What more could this woman do to her? Well, she hadn't broken anything, or lost any limbs or any permanent damage like that, so that was good. She was better off than a war veteran. Then again, there was a wide gap between maintaining chill and PTSD, so that might not be saying a whole lot. But she had to hold onto what she had, for as long as possible.

That too was easier said than done, though, as Haruna came back with a chain spinning in the air. As it collided with her bare flesh, Haruko felt like she'd split wide open at any moment, the weapon striking her viciously all over her naked body, but it looked like she was going to remain whole. Instead, bruises started forming all over her bare flesh, as she wailed in pain from each blow. "Nah... I'm... I-AH... I'm c-AAAH-cool!" she grunted between strikes defiantly.

Whatever Haruko was trying to mumble, it was being drowned out by the rattling of the chains. Not that it bothered Haruna in the least. After getting her fill of that, the purple-haired sadist approached the fallen girl and started to use the chain to bind her wrists together and securing it tightly, much like one would a prisoner.

Then, holding on to the chain still, Haruna leaped into the ring and started to pull the chain over the top rope, slowly lifting the helpless girl into the air. Stopping about where it looked like she was on her tip toes, the purple-haired shinobi wrapped the other end of the chain around the ropes, securing that and leaving Haruko's body hanging much like a slab of meat.

"I hope that's nice and comfy." Haruna sneered as she slid back out of the ring.

With Haruko's shapely body now covered in welts and bruises, she wasn't in much of a position to offer resistance as her hands were bound and raised above her head. The force alone of her body weight being supported by her tired arms, pulled back in such an uncomfortable position was enough to cause some consistent pain as she hung just above her toes (which, to be fair, was not a considerable height, not even eye-level to Haruna on the ground). As the chain was tied and her opponent slipped back out of the ring, Haruko's plight became all the more apparent. "It c-could be a b-bit looser around the wrists..." she whispered, her supposed confidence betrayed by fearful eyes.

"The tightness is just for stability. Don't worry about it." Haruna replied rather sarcastically. Well, the wrists were about to be the least of her worries though. Picking up the kendo stick once more, the purple-haired sadist took a few practice swings right in front of Haruko's eyes.

"Now this is a little easier to work with." she said with a vicious grin, stepping to the side and making a horizontal slash right into Haruko's belly.