Mayhem in the Shower Room (for Darius)

Yatori actually laughed. "You think you're all scary and psycho?" She didn't seem the least bit intimidated. "Please."

She met Sarah's charge almost arrogantly. Folded upon the thrusting shoulder as breath fled her body. But then Yatori'd force her body to wrench upward at the last moment to suplex Sarah back first into the wall behind her. Her brown-dyed head would just barely fall short of the wall, though not the floor. A kamikaze-seeming move...

Sarah gasped as she was suddenly lifted off her feet, and before she knew what was happening her back slammed into the wall hard. A shory cry escaped her when she did. But with Yatori right under her when Sarah fell forwards she would fall right on top of the girl, albeit unintentionally.

Yatori grunted sharply when she hit the floor. Then Sarah landed on her already hurt midsection. "Ugh!" All the expended Mafiosi could do right now was pant, that and grapple Sarah so that her similarly worn-out opponent would find it hard to strike her during this moment of weakness. The sweat and what remaining water that chilled her skin would soak into Sarah's thin clothes.

Sarah groaned faintly on top of the Mafiosi, a little topsy turvy after that move. Still, she came around fast, and found herself in an advantageous position. She grinned, sitting up quickly, smirking down at Yatori. "You're a tough nut to crack," she admitted. "But I'm gonna break you like glass." In a flash she would switch positions, turning around so she was facing Yatori's legs, , pinning down her arms with her feet, and giving Yatori a facefull of her butt. With a dark grin, Sarah would start ending brutal punches into Yatori's stomach.

Yatori had barely begun to breathe normally when Sarah pummeled her stomach. Each blow she took gagged her. Wheezing, she brought her legs together, trying to catch Sarah's head in between them so she could try to throw her off.

Sarah cackled like a mad woman as she pounded on the girl's gut, taking grim pleasure in each blow that struck. She knew what Yatori's next move would be, and when her legs came up she would quickly grab them both, holding them in place. She would then grin, let go of one of her legs and send a viscious punch into Yatori's crotch.

Yatori screamed with the blow to her womanhood. "Nooo!" To Sarah it would seem like an attempt to surrender. But the curled-up girl's plea was directed at someone else.

Please, Damian, oh, please, no, don't come in, you'll kill her, I know you will, it's my fault, I asked for this, no...

Sarah laughed again, taking Yaotri's cry as a plea for mercy. "Oh no, we're not done yet, honey!" she cackled.

Grabbing Yatori by her hips Sarah would try to flip the girl onto her front, and take a new seat on her back. She'd then grab both of her legs, hook them under her armpits, and pull them back harshly in a boston crab.

Yatori couldn't decide which hurt more - her bruised womanhood, or the way that Sarah used one of her own moves on her. Her breasts dragged roughly on the tiled floor, the scrape only slightly nullified by water. She clawed desperately for purchase of any sort to try and pull away, but she found none.

Sarah yanked back on Yatori's legs with the full purpous of crippling the girl so she wouldn't be a problem later on. "Do me a favour for me, will you?" Sarah asked over her shoulder, grinning maliciously. "Scream!" And with that she'd pull back even further, almost bending the poor girl in half.