Training with a new dummy

Isa frowned as Yumi only desperately shook her head 'no'. "She's gone shy all of the sudden."

Zarya chuckled as turned a weakened Komachi around on her lap with ease, so that the red haired girl was facing away from her. When she spoke, it was to Yumi, however. "You and Komachi here have not yet met, have you, Yumi? I think they need to get better acquainted, Isa."

Isa nodded and the faintest hint of a grin 'almost' touched her lips, understanding immediately. They'd tormented more then a few opponents in various humiliating ways, back when they briefly teamed together in the lower teir promotions, and she knew exactly what the Russian was hinting at. She shoved Yumi forward, right into Komachi's lap. Before either girl could respond, Zarya moved to wrap her arms around both in a tight bear-hug, the position forcing Yumi's impressive bust to mash lewdly into Komachi's face!

Kubota's calmly stepped closer, snaking her toned arms around Yumi's head and throat in a sleeper-hold, nestling her bicep against the girls carotid artery with her forearm digging into her windpipe.

Komachi would let out a gasp when she was finally taken out of her flesh prison and spun around so her back would be resting on Zarya's breasts. Once again before she could utter a word, she would be trapped in another flesh prison when Yumi was shoved on to Komachi's lap and her breasts were shoved deep into Komachi's face. The two would let out cries of pain when Zarya wrapped her arms around the two jobbers and held them tightly in a bearhug, forcing Yumi to push her breasts even more against Komachi's face.

Meanwhile, Yumi would be caught in a familiar position with a pair of strong arms crushing her neck in a powerful sleeper hold. Her arms would move up as they clung onto Isa's arms as she struggled to breath, her hands pawing at Isa's arms while Komachi slapped at Yumi's side while the two were simultaneously being smothered and choked out.

As if the injury wasn't bad enough, Zarya was only half paying attention to the tortured jobber girls, her gaze flicking back and forth between them and the television, as if deciding which bit of entertainment deserved priority. Her arms slowly tightened, pushing desperately needed air from spasming lungs, her own breasts pressed warmly against Komachi's back as she felt the bitchy red-head squirming to escape. Yumi writhed as well, though she was just as easy to hold onto, forcing the busty little Japanese girl to smother the other.

Isa, on the other hand, was focused like a laser. If anything she was even more merciless then Zarya, not bothering to draw out the sleeper, instead wrenching the hold in as tightly as she could from the start.

Komachi's slaps became weaker and weaker until they eventually became pawing, her hands weakly sliding across the sides of Yumi's white kimono now. Eventually Komachi's arms fell limply to her sides as she twitched in between Zarya's body and Yumi's breasts, drooling a bit inside Yumi's cleavage. Yumi was already out before Komachi, her face completely red and practically in an orgasmic-facial feature resembling an ahegao face. Her arms fell limply by her sides as Isa held her head tightly in the sleeper, eyes rolled back and drool rolling out of her mouth and onto the top of her breasts. The two girls would be twitching in between the two heel amazons, completely unconscious and at their mercies.

Isa Kubota glowered doubtfully at the now unconscious girls before, still holding Yumi up by her head and neck in the sleeper-hold. She gave the hold a last constricting squeeze of her arms before releasing the kimono clad beauty to flop lightly against the other. Zarya let Komachi rest limply in her own lap, but otherwise completely ignored the girls existence, idly flipping through channels on the television and grumbling about the lack of anything to watch. Finally she tossed the remote halfway across the room.

"We'll just have to make our own entertainment." She said before motioning back to the bedroom. "You mind grabbing the tazer from the end table?"

"Are you sure...?" Isa turned that doubtful look onto the Iron Soldier, next, going on in a frank, deadpan tone. "Dominating the weak is one thing, but I always promised myself I *wouldn't* be around on the day you finally went over the edge and did something completely insane."

"Do not worry!" Zarya sounded almost... cheerful. "A little adversity builds character!"

"You know I don't use.... weapons." She spat the word out, crossing her arms under her breasts, eyes fierce even as Zarya merely laughed and waved a dismissive hand.

"It's just to wake the girl up. You're not using the thing to win a match." Zarya reasoned.

"Fine..." Isa stalked off, dark hair trailing behind her. She returned with the tazer, and, setting the thing to it's lowest, shoved the tip against the small of Yumi's back just long enough to send a jolt up her spine. It wasn't the most... pleasant of ways to awaken.

Yumi was completely limp on top of Komachi as the red head slept in her cleavage, completely unmoving. Yumi would suddenly awaken from an electrical shock through her body! Yumi would gasp out in pain as she had a rude awakening and slumped limply over Komachi, groaning in pain, and twitching.

"Well, look who is awake." Zarya sneered over Komachi's head. She lifted the red-heads right arm and let it fall back limply. "This ones still broken."

Isa, meanwhile, was looking between the two jobber-girls with a disapproving glare. "I find such weakness intolerable. I'm embarrassed to call them both Japanese." Her gaze settled on Yumi and her lips quirked into a brief smile. "Maybe there's still hope for you at least. When I'm done with you."

Without giving Yumi a chance to respond, she grabbed the girl by the back of the head and shoved forward, this time mashing the younger Japanese face into Komachi's rather impressive bosom, wedging her head in nice and tight between the flame haired girls breasts.

Yumi would look at the two heels in fear as she tried to free herself but would be unable to move since she was still trapped in the bearhug. Before Yumi could even respond, she would feel Isa grab the back of her head and shove her head into Komachi's big breasts, smothering her! Yumi would flail her arms around, smacking the couch repeatedly and letting out muffled screams and squirmed in between the three women's holds. Komachi would still be twitching in Zarya's clutches, but her head hung back, eyes still rolled up and drool coming out of her mouth as her lifeless head stared at Zarya.

"Such weakness." Isa's disgust was plain in the way she frowned on the struggling, flailing Yumi. At least until an idea occurred to her and fresh interest sparked in her penetrating green eyes. "I have an idea. After they... recover... let's have them fight each other. " She made the suggestion conversationally, ignoring the plight of the smaller Japanese girl as she smashed Yumi's face into Komachi's cleavage.

Zarya chuckled low in her throat. "I always wanted to be a manager. You take Yumi and I'll coach this one. She can't be completely useless. Once she finally wakes up." She waved her hand in front of Komachi's face, demonstrating that the girl was still out cold.

Yumi would continue to struggle in Komachi's breasts, letting muffled whimpers as she slapped her hands on the couch. Yumi's face was getting redder and redder, her eyes rolling upward, drool starting to leak out of her mouth and staining Komachi's clothing as her head started to feel woozy, the room spinning. It wouldn't take long until her struggle would die down to nothing and she sat completely still in Komachi's cleavage.