Natasha Vaughn vs. The Body - Beginner's Luck

[BlackAkuma]

…ugh. Of course, it was plastic.

Lola had a haggard groan as the lamp barely managed to have an effect on Natasha, harmlessly bouncing off of her like a children’s toy. Figures. She should’ve known LAW management would make this room as idiot-proof as possible, lest they risk damaging their precious assets.

It was a small annoyance, but it did accomplish what she wanted it to - namely, making Natasha back off for a few precious seconds. Lola took the opportunity to begin rising up and catching her breath. That was the idea, anyway.

The reality turned out to be a touch less cut-and-dry. ”Wait-”

Lola had only begun to rise when her opponent came rushing in again and pounced, pushing her back down to the floor and attacking in a fury. That fury was slightly dampened because she was using a pillow as a weapon, but it was still more distressing that she would’ve liked - Natasha was starting to take control, swinging the momentum her way.

Lola twisted one way, then bucked hard in the other, but it didn’t get her much of anywhere - for now, all she could do was squirm and kick as the woman reigned down the blows. Weak as they were, they came so fast that they were starting to have an effect…

[Nymph]

Now that Natasha had snapped she was absolutely out of herself. This could have been a pretty exciting and sexy match, having two women in lingerie slowly losing said lingerie and falling to their lust, a contest to see which one could burn brighter and longer, but no. Lola had singlehandedly decided that Nat’s first LAW experience would be one of danger and catty fight and the match had come to a consecution of nasty deeds.

How many times could a woman hit another with a cushion before truly hurting her? Blaze didn’t want to know but the redhead lost herself in driving the cushion against Lola’s face. She was mad with rage and the Colombian couldn’t do much to stop her but flail her lower body and writhe in despair. Natasha was sick of this. “You couldn’t just let this have a nice and sexy match, right bitch?? Fine, have it your way.”, the redhead coldly scolded her rival. She wanted to be done with that match and go home but to do that she still had to win and she judged that the quickest way to do so was to have absolute control over Lola so the moment the redhead started feeling exhausted from her blurry of cushion hits she set the soft fabric against Lola’s face and pressed hard to smother her, clenching her teeth to resist any possible attack and also to try and deny the sheer brutality of how low she had gone.

[BlackAkuma]

As Natasha continued to batter her with the pillow over and over and over again, Lola was beginning to see a real danger emerge from the onslaught. The problem wasn’t so much the hits themselves - they were fucking pillows, after all, it wasn’t like was going to get a concussion. No, the real danger laid in her breathing - or, rather, how little of it she could do with the woman smacking her face so much. Combined with her position on Lola’s chest, it was hard to take in a full breath, essentially smothering her from the inside out.

”Stop! Stop, you little-” She sputtered after blow, trying to get something out, anything to distract the extremely ticked off redhead who was wailing on her, but none of it seemed to have any effect.

Natasha did stop - just not in the way that Lola would’ve liked. Instead of bashing her, she brought the pillow down on her face, doing her best Chief Bromden impression. Lola began to thrash around in genuine panic now, kicking up a storm, her powerful legs thundering against the floor, but none of it got her anywhere productive. All she could was lay there, crying out into the fabric while her arms flailed, starving for even a wisp of air.

[Nymph]

Now Lola was finally receiving her comeuppance, and Blaze had to admit that after all that had transpired that match so far it had some feeling of catharsis. Nat kept on pressing the cushion against the Colombian’s face with a smirk of satisfaction on her mind. The redhead wouldn’t be able to notice but back in the parts of the apartment that weren’t intended for wrestling a security crew waited to see if intervention was needed.


But Natasha was no fucking psycho, not like Lola had shown. Yes, maybe the redhead was enjoying a little too much the Colombian’s panic, seeing those strong legs that could have been put to much more interesting use flailing around at nothing to absolute no avail, the feeling of revenge a little bit too exciting given how devious Lola had been with her, but in the end Blaze was in control of her own rage, directing it at Lola but as a means for something and not as an end itself. For what was coming Nat needed the Colombian a little more compliant and if that meant getting her passing out she would gladly do it, so the redhead pressed a little harder against the woman’s face taking care not to leave herself open for any strike of those legs.

[BlackAkuma]

Wait, was this woman actually trying to kill her?

That thought took hold of Lola as Natasha continued to smother her with the pillow, with no signs of letting up anytime soon. It was a crazy notion, but the longer she held this position, the more it seemed like that was the actual end goal. She wasn’t letting up, and time was ticking away.

Lola’s struggles reached their peak, then slowly began to fade away, as the lack of oxygen took its toll. At first she threw muffled curses towards Natasha, but her tone took on a decidedly more pleading tone as the seconds passed. Her lungs burned, her throat ached, her eyes began to water, and a worrying fear took hold. There was no one around to stop this. Nobody could help.

She tapped, furiously, but they were nowhere near the bed, and she wasn’t sure that would’ve mattered to Natasha at this point, anyway. Each thrash was weaker than the one before it, her screams were growing quieter. Her body seized up, growing taut like a bow for a horrifying second, and then…out she went.

[Nymph]

Natasha focused in silencing every fiber of her being that was shouting her to just stop and free Lola, convincing herself that it was either her or the Colombian and that her rival would have been way more ruthless with her. The redhead pressed the cushion harder against Lola’s face, feeling the vibrations her muffled screams caused while her flailing became more frantic and she even tried tapping just instants before her body went taut and then limp. Nat didn’t want to risk it and checked Lola’s arm which fell limp to the floor. Then, not willing to risk any serious damage, Nat released her rival to the security staff’s relief.

From there Natasha had an outline of a plan but she still needed to think some things. The first thing she did was to not without effort carrying the unconscious Lola towards the bedroom. If the Colombian’s tapping hadn’t worked that was because only tapping on the bed was considered a winning condition. Nat set her rival on the bed and searched in the drawer on the nightstand. “Bingo.” The organizers for that match had left a simple bur varied array of toys for them to use. Nat grabbed a couple handcuffs and used them to immobilize Lola by cuffing her to the bed and then use another set on her ankles so she couldn’t move whenever she awakened.

Blaze then grabbed a magic wand from the drawer and looked at her rival. Seeing Lola unconscious and defenseless like that almost made the redhead feel some empathy for her, but that was just before remembering all that Lola had subjected her to. This drew a grimace of disgust to Nat’s face, who was now more than resolved to end things and win this match. To do so, the redhead needed Lola’s submission so the Colombian had to awake. Nat rested her hand against Lola’s face, cupping her cheek in a gesture that could have been mistaken for tenderness if it wasn’t for the sudden slap Blaze applied to Lola’s face, expecting it to help Lola awaken. “Wake up, bitch.”

[BlackAkuma]

…Lola woke up in handcuffs.

Why the hell was she waking up in handcuffs?

She came back to life slowly, gingerly, but even through that haze she still registered the fact that her legs and wrists were bound by something metallic and cold. It wasn’t the first time she’d experienced that, some of her partners had been into the occasional bout of kink. But as she came to, she also recalled where she was, what she was doing, and put the pieces together.

Natasha. The fucking bitch had strung her up.

She was given confirmation a moment later, when she felt someone - no credit for guessing who - began to slap her in the face, brazenly dragging her all the way back to reality. She came back with blinking eyes, taking in her surroundings and situation for a moment, until it all registered. Her eyes narrowed and she looked up at Natasha with nothing short of pure venom.

”If you don’t get me out of these cuffs, right now...” She growled and twisted in the bonds, before hissing through her teeth. ”I’m going to rip your hair out, you little redheaded piece of-”

[Nymph]

Even in the context of a LAW match waking up handcuffed to the bed should be something that’s met with some sense of defencelessness, especially if one didn’t agree to that or at least that’s what Natasha had in mind or how she would have reacted. Of course common sense was something Lola had completely established she lacked, and the very instant her eyes opened they threw a fiery gaze at Nat that would have scared her if the Colombian wasn’t restrained. Just one second later Lola started spouting venom and threats at Blaze. Not a smart move keeping in mind that the Colombian was completely under the redhead’s control. To show this and to state how she had enough Blaze cut Lola’s words short by slapping her in the face.

“Oh, yeah?”, Natasha asked after slapping Lola with a smirk of confidence in her face. “Because as I see things it looks you aren’t going to do jackshit.” At that moment she slapped Lola again and then raised the magic wand toy she got from the nightstand, pointing at Lola with it. “Now shut the fuck up and let’s get over with this. I’m tired of your antics.” The whirring of the magic wand filled the silence when Natasha turned it on. She was standing besides the bed, far from Lola’s reach and there was no ceremony in this, no sensuality and just the bare intention of making that nasty woman submit. That’s how Natasha moved aside Lola’s lingerie, revealing her cunt and firmly pressing the vibrating head against it in order to drive the woman crazy quickly and be over with that.