"Ugh, oof! Oogh!" Tifa coughed and wheezed. She lost count of how many hits she had taken at this point.
Elena grabbed the bartender's hair and threw her through a door, smashing it open and sending her to the floor. The blonde agent gripped Tifa's shirt and pulled her up, taking free jabs at her face over and over until Tifa's nose and cheek began to drip freely with blood.
"Nnf... Gugh... Ghh... Uhn... No... Ngh... No more... Uff... Ghh..."
Jerking up on the shirt brought Tifa to her feet, receiving a hard knee to the crotch and a flat kick to her chest, tearing Tifa free from her top and causing her to fall back onto her bed.
"You don't get to decide that, slut. You belong to me."
She had no time to react before being mounted by Elena. Punches and slaps rained down on Tifa's face, causing her sheets to become bloody as the precious red liquid began to flow freely from numerous fresh wounds. Elena stood up, removing her own shirt and bra quickly. Tifa was dazed, weakened. Elena mounted her brunette victim once more, this time forcing a kiss upon her lips and jerking her miniskirt down.
"Mmm... You taste like bottom bitch... My favorite flavor of toy..."
Tifa saw so many ways to resist, but she couldn't bring herself to. Her exposed stomach was bashed repeatedly by a gloved fist, Elena shifting her attention to Tifa's neck to kiss and lick. It was forceful, demanding, almost depraved. As if Elena had wanted this for so long, to have this stunning martial artist under her thumb. Standing up long enough to roll Tifa over, Elena rubbed the brunette's panty-clad butt between her legs for a moment. She enjoyed the feeling of having someone so powerful in such a position.
"You like that, don't you? This is where you belong."
If only she had brought more gear for the occasion. Knee after knee found Tifa's crotch before she once more found herself thrown to the floor. Elena pulled out her phone, tapping the surface a few times before laying her shin across Tifa's throat. The phone moved close to Tifa's face, causing her to whimper.
"P-Please let me go... I wanna go home... Please...!"
A little girl's voice. Marlene's voice.
"See you tomorrow, slut. And don't forget. Fighting back is a no-no." Elena stood up and kicked Tifa in the gut twice before stepping on her while walking out of the room, scooping up her clothes and getting dressed as she left, a wide smile on her face.
