Emily takes control

Chichi, beside herself with rage, charged at Emily. The choirgirl was ready for it and avoided Chichi's advance, but this time she wasn't going to just defend, she was going to smash the little bitch. Emily reached out with both hands, trying to grab onto her opponent, and found she'd taken hold of the glistening eight-inch strapon. She had excellent grip because of all the painful spikes and ridges the thing was endowed with.

With all her strength, she swung Chichi around by the strapon. She saw Chichi's raking fingernails whoosh past her face, there was a plinking sound as the buckles gave way and then the asian girl was flying through the air with Emily still holding the black strapon in her hands.

Chichi bounced to her feet, and ran at Emily again. But Emily had had enough and used the strapon to club her on the lead like a baton. Chichi's knees buckled and she crashed to the floor in an uncoordinated heap.