Her shame and fury manifested as raw power. She brought her hands together in a quick seal, channeling her ninja energy. I felt the air shift, the familiar tang of her power condensing.
"Taimanin Art: Wind Blade!"
With a sharp cry, she thrust her palm forward. A crescent-shaped blade of compressed air, nearly invisible, shot from her hand directly at my chest.
It was a proper technique, meant to slice through clothing and skin, to wound and incapacitate.
"How cute." I let it come. I wanted to see the look on her face when her best shot felt like a gentle breeze.
I didn't even flinch. The blade of wind struck my chest, slicing cleanly through my hoodie and shirt. I felt a faint sting, like a paper cut, and glanced down to see a thin, shallow red line on my skin.
That was it. Her signature move, her killing blow, had barely managed to draw blood.
The look on her face was worth the price of a new shirt. Her pink eyes went wide with pure, unadulterated disbelief. The fury vanished, replaced by a dawning horror. In that split second of shock, her guard was down, her mind reeling.
That was all the opening I needed.
"Play time's over," I shrugged, my voice bored. "I don't have time for this shit."
I rushed in. To her, it must have looked like I teleported. One moment I was across the alley, the next I was on her.
Before she could even think of another attack, my hands were around her waist. She was surprisingly light. With a grunt of minimal effort, I hoisted her up and threw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Her world flipped upside down, her stomach lurching. I heard a high, panicked yelp of "Wh-What?!" Her small breasts were squashed uncomfortably against my shoulder blade, and her magnificent, latex-covered ass was presented perfectly to me, completely vulnerable.
"I gave you a warning," I said, my voice calm. With each sentence, my hand came down on a different cheek.
SMACK!
The blow was hard and stinging. A cry was ripped from her throat. "Ah! Stop!"
"I gave you two chances,"
SMACK!
"Ngh! You fucking pig!" She started thrashing wildly, kicking her legs and pounding her gloved fists against my broad back.
It was like being pelted by angry raindrops. I was a mountain; she was a storm in a teacup.
"And you ignored them all."
SMACK!
Each slap sent a jolt of sharp, humiliating pain through her, the impact echoing with a satisfying thud. I could see her face turning beet red, tears of rage and shame stinging her eyes.
Her body bounced with each step I took, the constant motion a jarring reminder of her complete and utter defeat.
"PUT ME DOWN! I swear, when I get free, I'm going to... AAGH!"
I delivered another punishing smack to her cheek for good measure, cutting off her threat with a pained yelp.
The rhythmic, punishing impacts were having an interesting effect. I could feel the subtle shift in her body's tremors, the shameful, confusing sparks I was sending through her lower body.
A betrayal she couldn't control and fiercely hated. I found it utterly amusing.
"Want me to put you down, huh?" I asked conversationally as I started walking out of the alley, carrying her like a trophy.
"Then say sorry. What did I do to deserve such hostility, huh, brat?"
I kept a steady rhythm, my palm connecting with her soft, expansive flesh. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The relentless barrage made her cry out with each impact, her body jiggling helplessly. Tears of pure, undiluted fury streamed down her face, mixing with sweat as she struggled against my iron grip.
"Sorry?!" she choked out between sobs of rage. "You want ME to say sorry?! You're the one who acted like a creep! You're the one who touched me!"
SMACK!
"AAH! Stop it! I'm a Taimanin! You're breaking the law! I was doing my duty, you... you fucking animal!"
Her mind was a whirlwind of humiliation and disbelief. How could she have been so easily overpowered? The shame was a physical weight, crushing her.
And I could feel it, even through the latex. Beneath the burning pain on her ass and the volcanic rage in her heart, something else was stirring.
A sickening, traitorous heat was coiling low in her gut. A tingling warmth spread between her legs with every rhythmic, degrading slap.
Her body was reacting in a way that made her want to vomit. It was disgusting, a betrayal of everything she was.
And I found it absolutely fascinating.
"I'll... n-never apologize to scum like you!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. She twisted her body desperately, trying to bite my shoulder or back, anything to make me release her. "Let me go! LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD!"
Her defiance was admirable, in a pathetic sort of way. But it was time to end this game and move on to the next, more interesting phase.
If she wasn't going to break with just a simple spanking, then I'd have to escalate things.