Strapped in Their Seat: A Lioness Story (for ThatPolishDude)

[Malkavia]

Click.

She felt the capture more than she heard it—the tiny tremor as an internal hook closed and locked the device. It made her skin shiver. She continued to roll, then kipped to a stand, all while her eyes never strayed from the hundred and fifty pounds of muscle scooting down the mat.

Lord it felt nice stretching her limbs after kneeling knees-to-mat so long. It felt even better to charge, to pump idle muscle with new energy. The kick was dangerous, would have knocked her flat if it hit, but a curved path kept her safe until she’d make her attempt:

The plan was to jump. Soar. Land with a crash of an elbow drop. Then, while your girl down there was still seeing black spots in the vision, get her belly-down and accessible. Then—take the choke. Arm around the throat. Legs around the waist. Homegirl peeled from the mat by her collar. Squeeze.

[ThatPolishDude]

Her attempt at evasion falling completely flat, Alicja was privy to a not-so-nice view of her opponent taking to the air. With her hands cuffed, the on-mat mobility was greatly reduced and while she tried to get out of the way it only served to make the elbow land closer to the centre of her stomach, squishing all the soft organs inside. There was only so far that developed muscles could prove a useful defence and that limit seemed to have just been passed as the attack forced all the air out of Alicja which mixed with an attempt at a cry of pain, came out as a gurgle.

Now more focused on catching her lost breath and with her mind too occupied with the thought that her innards did in fact exist and did not like what had just happened made her easy prey for the choke attempt. As the arm wrapped around her throat, her eyes widened in panic but before she could react, she was silenced by a squeeze growing stronger around her neck, she tried to think of a way out but with her hands, as they were she had no way to fight the hold. The only thing for her now was to try and stay conscious

[Malkavia]

Girls from wrestling school liked to rhapsodize about the hold—how much control it allowed the attacker, how quickly it could end a fight. Shimmerlace had rolled her eyes. You could practically see the drool down their face as they fantasized.

But. It was Shimmer’s first time with the hold and itwas…nice. To feel all that muscle straining—and to bend it back. It made her shoulder glitter to pretend, with the help of leverage, to be strong.

Her groin was wet against Alicja’s back, and the feelings that made Shimmer blush when Alicja touched her with the dildo still burned in her gut. She brushed her fingers across her navel, which felt softer than the abs looked. Slowly, she bent the hold tighter, tugging Alicja’s back farther. Her fingers drew shapes lower down the girl’s navel.

Then, when she was getting close to as tight as she could bend Alicja’s back, she slipped out her tongue along the side of her opponent’s face. A flick, a surprise. At the same moment She swept in under the hem of Alicja’s shorts to try to cup, then squeeze the outer folds of girl’s groin as the hold reached its apex.

[ThatPolishDude]

In other circumstances, Alicja might have had a shot at getting out. Especially now that Shimmer moved one of her hands away from the hold and to her body but not today, as it happened, her hands were literally tied and as much as she wanted it to not be so, will alone was not enough. Furthermore said will was growing increasingly distracted as the sensation of choking was joined by her body being gently caressed.

It would be a lie to say, even in her state that Alicja felt nothing, far from it. the gentle touch, the lick on her face, and then the hand probing down into her bottoms. If she could only draw a real breath it would be running shorter and raspier already, her face turning red but that already was the case, even if the reasons differed. Still, through it all came a gut-twisting feeling she was helpless but also a hope for it to change, after all, Shimmer needed her consciousness to win. Knowing that helped little however as the blood running to her brain increasingly lacked oxygen and she was hanging in there by a mere thread.

[Malkavia]

“Well aren’t you a cod what’s got a stone in its gullet…” Shimmerlace muttered. She’d hoped for more response when she’d squeezed Alicja—but, well. She was gasping and sputtering, red-faced and shiny as a Red Delicious. It might be hard to ponder the sensual edges of your experience when your breath seems half a second from leaving you.

“Here…” Shimmerlace squeezed Alicja, all affectionate and gentle, and gave her a pat on the knee, as she loosened the neck of a spigot. Just a pinch. “That collar fit you better?”

[ThatPolishDude]

With the sudden rush of the oxygenated blood reaching her brain once more, Alicja felt her senses return, even if slowly, and the rush it seemed like before got closer to a trickle in perspective. Still, it was something but before she could put that into any useful endeavour, the pleasure Shimmer worked so hard to build up in her got just a bit of release as she put a voice to it. A low long moan that at its edge transitioned into a growl so animalistic in its nature that it could hardly be believed to come up from a human throat.

Still, no sensible opportunity to escape was forthcoming and the mounting sensation spreading over her senses, making every nerve tingle as her gut twisted into a knot, and the distracting moisture spreading down her legs was not helping her situation either. What it was, was contributing to growing anger, competing in her mind for a place at the top of her attention with the pleasure and seemingly gaining an edge at least so far. Trying to summon all her strength, Alicja would exercise that feeling as she tried forcing them to sit up, as in absence of technical opportunities, she prepared to rely on her one sure advantage, brute strength.