Shiro beats them in a fast and hard fight

The girls ignored her warnings and charged Shiro together.The brunette sent a metal-lined fist for her ribs, but the samurai dodged and spun around to deliver a heel kick to her face. She grunted and backed away as Shiro ducked and avoided a noisy gunshot from the American beauty.

"Shame to waste such treasures, but..." Shiro mused, rising up and throwing her hands out in a double palm strike. The slapped noisily into the blonde's boobs, squashing the impressive tits into her ribs and sending her flying off her feet. Shiro leaned back quickly, but even then the other blonde's knife left a shallow cut along her breast. Shiro hissed briefly in response, but caught her wrist and twisted it until there was a boney pop. The attacker shrieked and dropped the weapon, clutching her agonizing hand until Shiro released it to dodge Makoto's slash with her own katana.

"It seems my partner doesn't appreciate you handling her. Like most women, she misses my touch," Shiro taunted. Makoto took another wild swing, nearly catching the blonde in the crossfire but Shiro stepped in past her reach. She caught the wooden handle and threw a palm thrust, the butt of her wrist smashing into the Asian whore's nose. A quick spurt of blood came from her nostrils as her head bounced off one of the support beams, knocking her out cold as Shiro turned and neatly thumped her handle of her sword on the last girl's temple, knocking her out cold on the floor.

"I lose more whores this way," Shiro sighed, grabbing her kimono and tying it loosely around her hips and breasts.

Makoto came to, vision blurry as she looked around. Each of her girls were tied up around the room, and some squirming showed she was hanging from the ceiling by a complex series of knots. Shiro was sitting in front of her, patiently smoking from her pipe and cleaning her sword. "Ah. So you're awake. I can finally start some proper interrogation techniques. I've been getting rusty with them..."