Diamond Moon - Swimsuit Promo Match

[3ho]

"Aauh..."

Jun uttered with her agonized gasp as Avery gave the cord a tug, pulling her in close to hear that pointblank mockery. The idol kept her eyes shut, mouth open in her continued pants. Normally she had thick skin when it came to that. Years of tough scrutiny under the spotlight for blemishes, performance mistakes, and even just how she dressed if she were under the weather had made her resilient to what others had to say. However, she'd be lying if she didn't wince at being called pathetic. That was exactly what she felt right now. Everything in life, she had found a way to be naturally good at but wrestling? Her first outing was tailor-made for her and this was the result? Wrecked within 20 minutes and humiliated? That was ignoring the constant abuse Avery was making sure to stay on top of so that every part of Jun was aching.

Pulled again, Jun opened an eye to give a half-lidden gaze as Avery gestured to herself. Unphased, unbothered, and in complete control. Jun's heart sank as the blonde finished with the statement she was better, because this match proved that. Jun could, and is, better at a lot of other things but people will only remember this. How Avery made her out to be a pathetic mess. The thought crushed her.

Lamenting was more on Jun's mind than trying to figure out how to traverse, staggering behind Avery as she dragged her along the ground. It wasn't pleasant, though Jun's constant grip with both of her hands on the cord around her neck at least alleviated the complete stranglehold Avery's improvised leash had on her.

When they came to stop at the edge of the hot tub, Jun found her foot released but the cord still around her throat, loosened but not going anywhere without a concentrated effort. Concentration was something she didn't have, distracted by her own doubts and insecurities that Avery taunted her about.

Jun laid there on her side, legs sprawled to her side, torso lifted by the command of Avery's leash, and both hands still around the cord. She looked on at the hot tub, dreading whatever trick Avery was going to pull with her here.

"J-just..."

Jun wheezed out a weak mutter, hoarse for the moment before she coughed clearing it up.

"End the match... please..."

Jun ended her demand but in more of a whimper. She wanted to be done, not turning her eyes away from the hot tub as if there were some jump scare about to happen. This nightmare needed to end.

[RockRye]

Avery dragged Jun closer to the hot tub, the idol’s gasps and uneven pants filling the space between them. Each shuddered breath screamed complete defeat, and that was exactly how Avery liked her opponents, beaten and humbled. Looming over her prey, Avery’s lips curled into a smirk as Jun opened her mouth, anticipating the pitiful words the smaller woman planned to utter when she heard them. Once they reached her ears, Avery all but moaned in satisfaction at the sound. She could listen to that all day.

Jun’s refusal to willingly climb into the hot tub brought a gleam of amusement to Avery’s eyes. The fight was gone from her, but the resistance made breaking her all the sweeter. With an almost leisurely tug on the cord, Avery forced Jun upward. In a fluid motion, Avery’s strong, sculpted arms coiled around Jun’s slender midsection. Her biceps bulged as she locked her grip, veins faintly visible beneath her smooth skin, the raw power in her hold unmistakable as Jun’s frame buckled slightly under the pressure.

Avery’s tone remained condescending as she leaned close, her breath warm against Jun’s ear. “Oh, I love hearing you beg, Junebug. That sweet, pathetic little voice of yours... Maybe I’ll end it soon if you can convince me. Why don’t you try?” That, she planned to capture on camera for the world to better hear. First, she needed to give the idol more reasons to beg.

And she didn't waste time letting the idol answer. She strolled back toward the hot tub with Jun in tow, and with a sharp twist of her shoulders and a powerful rotation of her torso, she hoisted Jun clean out of her grip and hurled her into the hot tub.

[3ho]

Misery.

That was all Jun could think about as she sat sprawled before the hot tub. She wasn’t sure what Avery’s response would be but she knew not to expect anything good. It seemed hopeless that she’d get any fucking dignity in her lose with that blonde brute.

Her teeth clenched out of rage and her whole body tensed as Avery pulled on the cord and forced her back to her feet. There had to be something she could do to make the bitch pay!

Yet as the condescending tone oozed out of the blonde’s mouth, Jun felt her legs wobble. Weakened from being on the verge of passing out and passing out from all the abuse. Dragged over to the tub’s edge, she was dumped in, falling sideways with a splash.

Jun sank at first, plunging under the bubbling surface. The hot water all around almost felt nice, soothing the aches and pains she had. She might have let herself sink the bottom but the air in her lungs had brought her back to the surface. She gasped, throwing her head back like she was emerging for a beauty shot.

She sought the edge of the pool and placed her hands on the dry stone, leaning her upper half over, her back turned to Avery. She didn’t escape. There was no point. Her shoulders rose and fell with her breaths as she just tried to track how she ended up in this mess….

[RockRye]

Avery's sharp gaze flicked toward the camera as Jun dipped beneath the surface of the hot tub. The idol's retreat gave the Queen of Diamonds just enough time to turn, flash her most devilish smile, and throw a playful wink over her shoulder. Her hand found her ample hip, the curve of her body perfectly framed for the watching audience. “Patience, darlings,” she cooed toward her unseen fans, her voice as sweet as poisoned honey. “The finale is worth the wait.”

She tilted her head, feigning impatience as her manicured fingers drummed on her forearm, but her grin betrayed her amusement. As Jun emerged from the bubbling water moments later, Avery couldn't help but admire the contrast of the idol's disheveled beauty, her once-pristine appearance now undone and drenched. For anyone else, it might have been a pitiable sight, but Jun wore even this with an effortless charm that Avery both respected and delighted in unraveling.

Finally, Avery moved. Her thick legs crossed one in front of the other with runway precision. She descended into the water with a calculated grace, the ripples parting around her frame as if bowing in submission. Her eyes never left Jun, who clung to the side of the tub like a shipwreck survivor, water dripping from her form.

Avery slid in behind her with the ease of a predator circling its prey, her body language exuding calm dominance. Leaning down, her lips hovered near Jun’s ear, her voice dropping into a low, sultry whisper. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” she purred, her tone carrying equal parts warning and invitation. “It’s about to get a little... snug.”

Before Jun could respond, Avery’s arms coiled around her neck, the snug, thick bands of muscle framing her face in a sleeperhold. But she didn’t squeeze, not yet. Avery wasn’t here to finish this quickly; she was here to perform. Her hold was firm enough to keep Jun in place but loose enough to tease the inevitable, giving her the leverage she needed to drag the smaller woman across the bubbling water so she could lead her to the other side of the hot tub and take a seat.

[3ho]

“Uunnhh…”

Jun’s response to Avery’s taunt did come but it was a bit forced as the blonde’s strong arms came around to wrap her. Jun’s groan was an exhausted sound, the annoyance was still there as her hands shot up to grab the blonde’s arm around her neck. Her pulling and prying was ineffective like a prey animal scrambling to do anything to get free. The idol’s face wound tight with an eye squinted and teeth barred from the effort.

The pair were easily moved to the other side of the tub where Jun found herself pulled down to seat on top of Avery’s thighs. It was relief she wasn’t in them this time but she imagined she wasn’t better off with an arm around her neck either.

Any measure of strength the idol had in her hands trying to crowbar Avery’s arm away from her vital neck appeared to make no change. Jun was simply out strengthened by the blonde. Yet that was about the extent of her resistance. She didn’t kick her feet or thrash about too much, just pushing and grabbing at the arm around her neck. Though there was a novel amount of movement at Jun’s waist as she squirmed in discomfort at the idea of sitting on Avery’s lap if all places.

“Fucking sick… freak!”

Jun bellowed through a particularly concentrated effort to keep her neck from being clamped down on.

“I bet… you’re enjoying this!”

Jun spat in her resistance more out of stubbornness attempting to grasp at anything to not feel so helpless. The concept of the match being her idea was lost on her. They still had how many minutes left in this hour? A lot?

Jun probably should have gone with a standard match. At least then she could give up already.

[RockRye]

Avery Merritt exuded imperious strength as she effortlessly hauled the wriggling idol across the hot tub like a sack of potatoes. The wet strands of Jun's hair clung to her delicate features, and Avery, ever the showwoman, brushed them aside with a casual flick of her fingers, ensuring she could savor the full view of Jun’s distressed, pretty face.

Jun clawed at Avery's arms, her hands moving with frantic desperation, but her efforts were as futile as trying to bend steel bars. Avery’s biceps flexed, the corded muscles of her arms unmoving, locking the smaller woman in place with ease. It wasn’t even a choke; Avery wasn’t looking to end this too quickly. It was merely restraint, an effortless assertion of dominance that left Jun utterly powerless.

The blonde’s smirk widened as she sank back into her seat in the bubbling water, pulling Jun down with her. Jun squirmed and writhed, but there was no escape; she was forced into a seated position in Avery’s lap, her smaller frame perched like a petulant child. The indignity of the position wasn’t lost on Jun, though her wriggling only made matters worse. The soft, unrelenting pressure of Jun’s bottom grinding against Avery’s thighs brought a chuckle from the larger woman. Avery leaned in, her breath warm against Jun’s ear as she whispered, “You better stop squirming, little Junie. I don’t mind taming brats. In fact, I enjoy it.”

Jun’s verbal struggles intensified for a moment, her resistance fueled by embarrassment and indignation, but Avery’s arms held firm. As Jun let out a frustrated declaration that Avery must have been enjoying this, Avery leaned closer, her voice dropping to a honeyed tone that carried a sharp edge. “You’re right, you know. I am enjoying this. And you would be, too, if the tables could ever possibly be turned.”

She paused, letting the cruel irony of the statement hang between them like a weight. “But oh, how bad it is for you that they never will be.”

Without waiting for a response, Avery moved with swift precision. Her hands gripped Jun by the shoulders, and with a sudden, fluid motion, she pushed the smaller woman downward. Jun’s body slid beneath the bubbling water, her head stopping just short of being submerged. Water splashed up around them, framing the scene like a dramatic tableau.

Avery’s powerful thighs rose from the water like leviathans emerging from the deep. The thick, muscular curves glistened under the steam, and in one smooth motion, they swung up and clamped around Jun’s head with an audible clap. The sheer force of the movement swallowed Jun’s face entirely, Avery’s thighs forming an inescapable vice.

Avery’s ankles crossed with deliberate finality, and her legs flexed, muscles rippling as she poured power into the hold. Jun was forced to stare at Avery’s crossed feet, the sight a cruel punctuation mark to her predicament, while pulses of Avery's power throbbed against her skull.