The tables turn

Janet held Cutlass aloft squeezing her throat. Cutlass kicked out at Janet, but it felt like kicking a brick wall. Janet could feel her growing weaker and weaker under her grip...

Meanwhile Recoil struggled to her feet. Her body armor had protected her as she'd been thrown through a car door, though she'd had the wind knocked out of her for sure. She saw Janet choking out Cutlass and her throat tightened with fear.

"Cutlass!" She screamed. She leveled her energy gun and fired it.

This blast hit Janet square between the legs. Janet's eyes bugged out as she dropped Cutlass, both hands going to her crotch as she sank to her knees.

"Oooh..." She moaned.

Cutlass struggled to rise, coughing and rubbing her neck. She looked at Recoil, then Janet clutching her crotch.

"Low blow Recoil." Cutlass noted.

"She had it coming." Recoil shrugged. The pair marched at Janet, who was helpless and hunched over clutching her womanhood...