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"~y, 'n–u 'er~'e?"

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"~llo?"

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"~hh, fuck it..."

Lien's mind and body kicked back into consciousness quite suddenly, as a spark of pain came across her face. Everything was still very much a blur in her eyes in the initial minute that she returned from her – for lack of a better term – drugged state. Last she recalled, she was lying in the asphalt of a gritty dark alley, and then... and then that cunt showed up... and did god knows what to somehow render her unconscious.

She was absolutely uncertain of where she was, especially with her still in the middle of regaining her crystal clear vision. As everything began to unravel, she began to realize she was in an abandoned warehouse—formerly, if this situation is to say anything—and left nearly in the dark, sitting on the floor.

Then she suddenly heard a voice. "Hey..." And then a snap of the fingers, twice.

Lien's eyes darted towards what was in front of her, and as the blurriness within her sight faded away, it was surprising to her, to say the least.

Nagase, the rebel that Lien thought she had offed, was sitting in front of her, on a crummy wooden chair flipped with its backside facing ahead; she was looking way too casual in the middle of this unfriendly looking scenery, and if anything, that was very fitting for the attitude of the rebellious spirit.

"About time you woke up – I was starting to get bored."

Lien's mind was circling insanely at the sight of the orange oddity in front of her – an eye twitched in frustration and utter bafflement considering what she recalled from their fight.

Nagase was trying not to giggle over the look on the femme fatale's face. "Jeez, girl – you alright? I at least made sure to keep you alive – you should be thankful—"

"You should be dead," Lien interrupted, The tone in her voice may have sounded deadpan, but that was because she hadn't fully regained the strength to raise her voice past her regular, calm volume.

Nagase was a little confused about how to take that, but she quickly realized once she looked down at her attire, and the stains of blood splattered about on it – especially the pool right in the center of her chest, where the blade end of a dagger should be embedded through.

"Oh yeah." She almost chuckled, recalling as if it was just a funny memory. "Forgot about that."

Lien's frustration-fueled anger towards the younger fighter was starting to significantly change her tone. "I stabbed you. Through the chest, with your own weapon. It was supposed to be a fatal blow."

"Hmm..." Nagase unsheathed the dagger of discussion, one of her matching set of two, that did her in – the blood that remained was just about dry at this point. She almost smelled, almost tasted the stain before she spoke up again. "...well, I guess you should've tried harder." Then she withdrew it back into the covering. "And I mean, much harder."

Lien wanted to go forward with that, trying again at assaulting the young brat that taunted her, and outright pound her into the ground until she stopped moving… if she wasn't already bound at the arms and legs. She shifted around and struggled against the ropes that held her tightly in her place, and the most she could do was lunge herself forward and manage

Nagase shifted the chair she was sitting in back a bit, another taunting laugh belting out of her mouth as she enjoyed the predicament her former opponent was dealing with. "Ah man, I love it when they wiggle around like this – it's almost like you don't know how hopeless you are."

Lien took a bit of a breath, having almost exhausted herself from the struggle. "You bitch..."

Nagase scoffed, keeping her arms rested on the back end of the chair. "And proud of it, sister – or should I just call you Lien since we're oh-so acquainted with each other now?"

Lien immediately took notice, and did not like it one bit. "...I never told you my name."

"You didn't need to," Nagase responded. "These accessories aren't just for show, you know." She was referring specifically to the gold attachment to her right hand, and the glasses on her face, the latter of which lit up slightly with some sort of analysis going about on the specs. "While you were knocked out, and while I was... recovering, let's put it that way – I decided to spend my time examining you... well, your battle data, at least."

Lien wouldn't have been surprised if the tech-ninja examined her in more ways than one, given the attire of the Brit. On the other hand, however... "'Battle data'? Are you collecting for someone?"

Nagase shook her head. "Nah. Just testing my own limits... and from the looks of things, I still haven't hit it yet."

Lien recalled in her head a few more times the end of the fight the two had, before she retorted. "I had you in a pool of your own blood – you just got lucky."

The honeybee ninja shifted around in the chair, trying to find better, more relaxing positions. "Maybe I was lucky. Or maybe I was enhanced to withstand that and a lot more. Now it's just you and me, and no weapons between us." She made a bit of a gesture to the side, where a small table sat not that far from the two.

Lien's utility gauntlet, capable to firing beams straight from satellites. Not all that surprising for her to find that out, considering she could simply feel that there was nothing latched to her wrist at the moment, aside from the bindings that kept her in place. At best, she'd likely have to talk things through with the newfound enemy.

Wanting to know how far the young girl would want to go with a captive, she asked. "So, what are you going to do to me – torture me? See how far my fingers bend before they break? Insert blade upon blade into my until I go into shock? Maybe slit my throat and then tape it up to keep the blood flowing? I've seen it, done it all before to others – what have you got for me?"

Nagase responded at first with a bit of a baffled smile, almost as if it was too much to handle, what she heard. "Jeez, calm down a little, why don't 'cha? I'm not gonna go that far with someone I just met – especially someone who was kicking my ass a little bit ago."

Lien scoffed. "So now you admit I had you on the ropes?"

"I'm not one to deny when I've had my shit pushed in, because I'm able to handle more than most of the other fighters around town. That's just one of my strengths." The Japanese hotshot's chair inched ever so closer to the British beauty's at this point. "Speaking of, I have a feeling it doesn't take a genius to figure out your strengths..."

Nagase then reached out with a hand, and with a sly smirk across, she laid a single finger right atop Lien's chest, just below her neck, and slowly began sliding it down. Lower and lower it went as she slipped the finger through the cleavage of Lien's well-endowed busom with no regret showing on the smile that she maintained. Then her one finger outstretched to all five of the hand as she moved it back up in between Lien's bust, lifting it up a slight and letting it drop and jiggle to her heart's content.

For a split second, Lien wanted to break each individual bone in that kid's hand, but at the same time, she understood the disadvantage she was in. Bound at the arms and legs by some very strong material, there was nothing she could do at the moment. That meant that Nagase was allowed, although just on her own terms, to toy around with the Brit's beautiful body as she desired, and she was not going to let that opportunity slip by.

"Listen, I get it – you wanna get noticed around here," said Nagase. "That's fine by me – I'm one to stand out in the spotlight, too, and I haven't regretted it yet... but if you really wanna stand out, you gotta let these things loose, once in a while."

Lien sighed in clear disapproval. Her expression drew coldness and a near-physical sense distain, being in a helpless position, being felt about like the lowest common denominator.

The spec-wearing ninja spoke up again. "What do ya say?"

Lien refused to even look at Nagase. "Fuck you."

Nagase didn't take the blunt retort to heart. "Don't be such a downer – at least just give it a chance."

"Fuck. You."

"Pfft, whatever. Not like you had a choice anyway." Nagase turned the chair around and closer to the edge of the chair Lien was bound at, before sitting down and reaching out with both hands against the unzipped portion of Lien's catsuit. With a simple spread-out of the hands, the suit spread open and Lien's bare tits were fully unleashed.

Nagase chuckled, a mix of self-proudness and outright indecency. "Heh-heh~! Damn, girl – you were gifted one hell of a set!" Compared to her own relatively small pair, Lien's were way above average in size – probably among the biggest set out of any babe in Southtown.

Knowing her helpless situation, the disgruntled Lien simply leaned back with the unamused expression remaining on her face. Couldn't even bother to take into account that she was technically being complimented – all she would say was, "Dirty little cunt..."

The honeybee ninja began to lightly nuzzle her face up against Lien's breasts like they were pillows. "See? It isn't so bad – in fact, holding them back so much in that outfit's probably bad for them in the long run. That and maybe the outfit itself, but whatever, not really my best preference."

Afterwards, she toyed with the somewhat stiff nipples that stood out on Lien's mounds, flicking them around for a good few seconds before she began to consider getting a little bit of a taste out of them. With a bit of a flick of the tongue, she lapped up against the right nipple specifically, and left a slight trail of wet saliva on the tit. From that she realized, "Y'know, Lien… maybe it'll help you out if you get these wet all over, once in a while."

Proceeding to spit on the other tit without much warning, Nagase rubbed up against Lien's breasts with her hands, spreading the wetness all around the mounds until they were entirely moist and glistening under one of the sparse lights in the cruddy abandoned warehouse. Upon finishing that up, looked at the pair and looked fairly fascinated, like a connoisseur judging an art piece. "Perfect."

If she was looking to get her tits wet, Lien was probably wishing she'd be able to prefer Nagase's blood spraying out of a slit throat as the lubricant of choice, but again – restrained at the limbs and incapable of such at the moment.

Nagase was actually starting to work up a sweat in the moment she took a great big look at Lien's moistened breasts. "Holy hell. You are probably the most fuckable woman I've seen – now that I've gotten you looking like you do now, at least..." One of her hands began to linger about her body, going from squeezing one of her own decent tits, and then lowering down her chest, where she was reaching closer to the space between her legs.

Lien turned her head away, quickly taking notice to what was about to happen in front of her. "Whatever – just get it over with, let your fucking frustrations out. I wouldn't want to be seeing it, anyway."

Nagase looked way too smug in preparing to pleasure herself, keeping her eyes on Lien. "Oh, I think you'll be surprised what I got in store."

There wasn't much that could truly surprise Lien in this town, between the assorted fighting spirits of most of the inhabitants and the checkered past of supernatural phenomena that had started going around in the mid-1990s. Imagine her actually getting one of those 'true surprises' when she looked down towards the black/gray stripped leggings of the ninja and quickly recognized what looked to be a decently-sized penis springing out into clear view, already mostly erect and brimming with pre-cum.

Certainly got more enhancements than what she was letting on.