Haruna Saitou VS Irene Inger: Low Blows Match

When Haruna intoned the ominous request, Irene had a picture of what was coming. Alas, she was too weak from the blow her enemy had just landed, and couldn't muster the strength to fight back as Haruna held her still and sent a powerful knee strike into her crotch. “Oohf!” Irene shouted as the blast sent pain coursing through her lower body, more than the previous two combined. Granted, she hadn't screamed, but if Haruna wanted to hear some declaration of Irene's pain, she still got one. Groaning with a contorted expression on her face, Irene sank down a little lower, with her head resting against the middle rope.

Despite the pain she was in, Irene knew she needed to retaliate quickly to stop Haruna from working her over further. Hissing in pain as she forced her battered hips back into a fairly straight position, the scientist decided to take advantage of the fact that her head was roughly at crotch level. Pushing herself back into the ropes for momentum, Irene bounced off them and threw her head forward, aiming for a headbutt where Haruna would feel it the most. Once she was reeling from that, Irene would force herself back to her feet and grab some handfuls of her opponent's hair, hoping to throw her neck-first against the middle rope and trap it there with one of her thighs for a rope-assisted choke. This wasn't the goal of the match, of course, but Irene needed to keep Haruna busy while her crotch recovered a bit, not to mention soften Haruna up for a followup attack if she didn't fight her way out first.

Though she hadn't quite got a scream, watching Irene slowly crumble after that low blow did bring Haruna a good bit of satisfaction. Looking down on her supposedly hapless foe, the sadistic shinobi contemplated what she wanted to do to Irene next, only to be interrupted by a sudden headbutt to her pelvic region.

"Ooooouuuugh...!" Haruna let out a strained groan of both agony and surprise at the blow to her sensitive area. No level of martial arts training could ever prepare a woman for getting hit down there.

Reeling from the awful pain radiating from her womanhood, Haruna quickly found herself yanked forward and choked against the middle rope. Gasping out as she quickly became short of breath, she panickedly flailed her arms about, trying to hit Irene and break free.

Fortunately for Haruna's lungs, Irene didn't plan to maintain this choke for too long. As the girl protested by throwing her arms about, the scientific sexpot started bouncing up and down briefly to vary the pressure on the shinobi's neck and make it harder for her to enact a possible escape. After a few seconds of this, Irene would release the girl's head and step back, only to pick the woman's legs up instead. Pulling them back, Irene would try to stretch her out so that her upper half was still held up by the ropes, while Irene's arms stretched her legs apart to expose the weak spot hidden by those lovely red bottoms of hers. Then, the girl lifted one of her feet and shot it forward, firing a kick in the hopes that her ability to aim it carefully might make the impact worse on Haruna.

Even if the kick landed, it would have the effect of dislodging Haruna from her spot on the ropes, allowing her to slump back to the ground. Notably careful after her last attempt to close in on Haruna, Irene would watch the girl more carefully this time, waiting as she got up for any possible moment to move in for another attack.

Taking a deep gasp of air as she could breathe freely again, before Haruna could do much Irene had already grabbed her legs. Instinctively, she grabbed on to the ropes to avoid falling flat on her face, however that only left her in a far, far worse position. Feeling her legs pulled apart, she felt her heart drop, as she knew exactly what was coming. Desperately, the purple-haired diva tried to kick her legs free, but it would be too late to stop Irene's foot crashing right into her most tender spot. As tough as she might be, enduring two consecutive shots to the crotch was very much beyond her. With a sharp cry, she instantly let go of the ropes and dropped to the mat below. Writhing with pain, she cursed loudly as she cupped her throbbing womanhood, attempting vainly to ease the pain.

Now very much fuming with rage, Haruna grabbed the ropes, using them to slowly climb back to her feet. There was no way she would ever forgive such a painful humiliation. Her composure starting to crack, she glared at the dark-haired scientist with pure malice. There was no more plan, no more sadistic fun; Haruna was only thinking about how she was going to obliterate this girl's cunt so that she would never have sex again.

The dull ache between her legs hobbled her movements a bit, but she had a very clear view of her target. Once again rushing towards Irene, the shinobi diva launched a flurry of quick jabs towards the scientist's face, intending to draw her attention before going after her true goal. If she could find an opening, Haruna would swoop in low with an open had and attempting to ensnare Irene with a vicious crotch claw.

When Haruna came at Irene with the flurry of strikes, she was unable to block effectively and wound up raising her arms instinctively to protect her face from attack. When the strikes stopped and Irene opened her eyes again, Haruna had dived down low. It was too late for the scientist to stop what was coming, and the girl's face contorted with agony as the cruel woman's claws dug into her sensitive flesh. Irene screamed at the feeling and quickly did whatever she could to stop it, grabbing Haruna's hair with one hand and raining punches down on her head with the other. Haruna's hold was agonizing, but for the moment, Irene wasn't actually restrained and had a window of opportunity to try to get Haruna off of her. If the woman worked the hold harshly enough, however, Irene would soon find any strength to resist drained by shock. She would slump to the mat, with her hands desperately trying to protect her womanhood, eyes watering from the surge of agony that coursed up her body.

Very pleased to finally get a good scream out of Irene, Haruna smirked evilly. Though a very unrefined technique, sometimes results had to come at the cost of appearance, and right now the purple-haired sadist only cared about results. After being subjected to not one, but two consecutive attacks to her vulnerable womanhood, she was going to make sure this foolish scientist would be paid back ten-fold. Grunting as Irene put up some resistance, Haruna endured the blows, trying to sink her claws in deeper.

"You're going to regret ever laying a finger on me, you filthy mongrel..." Haruna snarled. Using her free hand to grab a good fistful of Irene's long, dark locks, she tried to yank her head backwards, intent of keeping her smaller foe submissive while she worked her vicious hold.

“Oh god!” Irene shouted, her face twisting in agony as Haruna's talons grasped at the tender flesh between her legs. Her punches weren't proving effective enough to dislodge her opponent, and as pain twisted its way up her body, the punches got weaker and weaker until they had faded completely.

There was one problem with Haruna's hold, however: Irene's black shorts were still on, which inhibited the purple-haired woman's ability to torture her womanhood. Irene, on the other hand, had just formed a plan to attack Haruna's pussy with more precision, and more pain. Collapsing down in front of the woman, Irene extended one hand and tried to snake it underneath the woman's bottoms, to allow her slender fingers to touch Haruna's body directly. Then, taking one of the flaps of vaginal skin with her thumb and forefinger, Irene pinched down, digging her nails in to cause very precise and agonizing pain to a small spot. With luck, the shock of it would force Haruna to release her, allowing the two of them to disentangle and recover.

“Quit being so grim,” Irene sneered at her opponent. “With your personality, it's not like you were ever going to reproduce with these organs anyway.”

Haruna's fun was abruptly cut short as a sharp, vicious pain jolted through her body. The thin material of her bikini bottoms providing no protection, Irene's pinpoint pinch did it's work, forcing a very shrill shriek out of the shinobi diva. Forced to drop her grip, she staggered backwards, glaring daggers at Irene, both her hands tucked between her thighs as she tried to comfort her stinging lower lips.

She snarled at Irene's taunt, unintentionally suffering another precise blow, albeit a verbal one. For all her beauty, the sultry purple-haired girl was still a virgin. It was technically by choice, as her absurdly high standards really put a damper on her options, giving some actual truth to the scientist's spiteful taunt.

Unfortunately, for now Haruna desperately needed to catch her breath, as the rather swift escalation into repeated crotch attacks had her body reeling. Forced to bite back her rage, she settled for just a verbal retaliation. "You're one to talk, with that yappy voice and underdeveloped body!"

“I'm short and have a slightly high-pitched voice. You're a raving psycho bitch, like a female equivalent of Killer King, which is a lot worse for getting sex partners. In fact, you outta go work for him. You two would have a lot to talk about.” Irene said, offering some snarky advice that nevertheless might be helpful to the girl in question. She was pretty new here, after all.

In the meantime, Irene wobbled back, clutching her womanhood just like Haruna was, and sat down on the middle ring rope. The rest allowed her aching insides to settle down slightly faster, but it had a cost: when Haruna started attacking again, Irene would automatically be in a disadvantageous position. She was willing to risk this, since Haruna wouldn't be coming at her too quickly with her cunt hurting as badly as Irene's was.

While he was in a different league, Haruna had certainly heard about the infamous Killer King, and was certainly not amused at being compared to that petty, mindless brute. There was no way she would lower herself to working under such a brain-dead thug, or really anyone else for that matter. She was going to claw her way to the top of this plebeian promotion, no matter the cost, and crush everyone in her way, particularly this annoying gnat before her now.

As the purple-haired diva caught her breath, she noticed Irene letting her guard down a bit, sitting down on the ropes. Though her cunt still ached horribly, this was too good of a chance for her to let pass by. Clenching her teeth, she crouched low, before suddenly springing herself at the small scientist, hoping to strike before she could react. Leading with a straight palm strike aimed at the torso, she hoped to shove Irene right through the opening in the ropes and send her tumbling back. If this was successful, she would then attempt to catch Irene's legs before she could completely fall through, hooking her over the middle rope at her knees and trapping her in an awkward tree-of-woe-esque maneuver.