Delia vs Sasha

Delia's head snapped aside, moaning before she looked at the undressing Sasha weakly, confused worry on her face. "Wha... what are you doing?" she said as she thought of the worst.

Sasha grinned, relaxed and then it happened. She started to pee, standing, the tomboy way. She aimed the yet of bitter-salty, yellow stream for Delia's face with a smirk.

Delia screamed and writhed in a poor attempt to stop the stream of piss that stung her wounds with its salty juices. Her varios cut and scrapes redoubled their agony, Delia's thrashing clearly akin to a serpernt as she wailed like a frightened child. "Sick! Gods, stop!" she'd plead, only to have some splash into her mouth and spit and gag terribly. If the tomboy didn't stop, she'd desperately seek to end the pain and slap a hand towards her pissing pussy to try and rake her nails over it, though slow and clumsy

Sasha, still peeing with a wolfish grin, stumbeled back, the salty liquid splattering over Delia's chest as Sasha glarred at her angry and a but embaressed for some reason. She buckled her shorts again and shook her hands,then she stepped back even more and stomped down on Delia's crotch, hissing:"You dare?".

"AAAAAAAHHHHNNN! NO! NO NO NOOOO!" she howled. "Please! Stop! I'll do anythiiiiiiing," she sobbed and pleaded in agony, stinking of Sasha's piss like she was a wolf that had marked her as her property

Sasha stopped, towering over her opponent as she was panting for breath. She was done with her shorts and grinned at the beaten and humilated girl, taking a deep breath as she pressed her left hand to her wounds.
With a short smirk she said:" Dress down!".

Delia looked at her in a moment of confusion, then did her best to slip her dress off. It too was marked with her urine, and Delia's blood, and what she couldn't remove easily was torn off to shreds.

"Th... there," she panted weakly. "Now please...."

Sasha stood there and scanned the other girls body. The brawler-kid suddenly smiled, nodded and said:"Would have been a waste to hurt you..sorry...see ya". With no further word she picked up the dress as a trophy and started to leave the cage. She did so with mixed feeling but surly happy about a hard earned victory. Somehoe she knew she had to get her wounds taken care about soon.

Delia whimpered weakly before her, cowering as the clearly better woman left her in the cage. Her wounds burned, and she wasn't actually sure if they were able to get infected from the filth, but it felt like they could. And she stank of that damned woman's piss. She'd have tried to attack her again, but she was still too strong, while she was weak and beaten down. She just dragged herself to the cage door on her hands and knees where the medics grabbed her quickly.

Sasha wins