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

[Malkavia]

"Haha!" Shimmerlace twisted, diving as her opponent reeled. "Gotcha!" Alicja bounced...maybe an inch. And the Pixie found herself still caught under heavy pair of thighs. She blinked. "Ehm..."

CRACK!

"JAYSIS...fuckin Christ—!"

Alicja's fist caught Shimmerlace in her left cheek and sent her spinning into the ear-ringing back of her brain. Up flipped with down, rose petals burst at the edge of her vision, and Alicja—teeth gleaming, eyes sparkling, still dripping blood—raised another fist.

"no no no NO—"

The second strike left Shimmerlace with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, grasping confusedly at the mat.

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja would grab a hold of Shimmer's face and look down at her. "Can't take a punch huh? Shouldn't have started... Oh well, all the better for me." She said before releasing the pixie and standing up. At first, she tried to look for the cuffs but they were nowhere to be seen so she turned her attention to the bag that landed on the far side of the ring.

Quickly making her way to it she peeked in and smiled, reaching her hand inside while she made her way back briskly. Then she would let the bag fall besides her and Simmer, her hand now grasping a rope that she would start unwinding. Assuming that her opponent was still out of commission, Alicja would flip her over to her belly, then grabbing her hips and pulling up so the pinkette's ass would be propped up as she was forced up to her knees, dace still planted on the mat. After that, she would pull her arms between her legs so that her wrists rested next to her ankles as she began to tie them together with the rope. If she managed to achieve that she would now give the pixie a firm slap in the rear as she once more reached for the bag. "Wakey, wakey. The real fun is just about to start."

[Malkavia]

Alicja’s smirk followed Shimmerlace into the dark—as did her hands. Powerful hands that seized the pixie by her sapling limbs, twisted her, made a pretzel of her. Her heart shivered.

Smack!

“Oi!” Concrete realities resettled: The rubber mat smell, the damp warmth of her breath mixed with cotton dryness on her tongue, the tightness of her back and sting on her ass as she offered up her hips like an animal in heat—

“...Now..Hold on—”

She stirred—or wobbled anyway. Her wrists and ankles clung together in a clump. She was a wee Christmas present, held together with a bow.

“Ach—now Alicja...” The Pixie became aware of the silky outline of her costume’s bottom—black fabric embossed with leaf patterns, but ultimately? Bare millimeter of satin microweave, not enough knickers to keep out the breeze. “Come on. Isn’t what you’d call a fair move here, now, is it?”

Shimmer had to raise her voice to be heard over the buzz from audience—from which one shout came distinctly: “MAKE HER SCREAM!”

Shimmer’s insides clenched. “You lot hush!”

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja would pull out the flogger out of the bag and swang it through the air with a satisfying whoosh. Then she set the end of it dangling above Shimmer's neck, enough for it to bearly touch. "Well, I'd say they gave us these tools to use, besides, you took it first and I remember seeing you take something... Now, you don't indent to tell me you didn't plan to use it, right?" She said, slowly pulling the implement down her spine before violently pulling it back and smacking the pixie across the butt with it.

Following that she would get on one knee at the side of her opponent. "You know... you could have had the nice me... though I feel you won't regret taking the other option." She spoke again, this time the handle of the flogger tracing her slit through the fabric as she talked to then pull back once more and deliver another smack on the pinkettes rear right as she finished.

[Malkavia]

The flogger’s feather-touch sent Shimmer squirming and inching away. Absolute fuckin’ tease—and the thing about a butterfly kiss is it tends to multiply. Soon sweat was sliding down her sides and two, three, four itches sprung up.

“Seelie lord on a fuckin pyre do you ever fuckin'—” The words jammed in her throat as straps of leather made a welt on her ass. It took her a solid two, three seconds to remember to breathe as her mouth worked, but when she did, her whole body hitched, and she made a sickly kind of noise that made her gut twist and hands clench.

“FUCK.” Up. Down. Her breathing steadied. “That's the...FUCKIN' stuff right there, Licja.”

As the Feychild jerked, she also twisted her arms, rotating her hands round so she could feel—yup. The nub of an overhand knot. Not exactly Shibari, but it’d hold the canoe to the roof, albeit scissors might be needed after. But there was a solution.

“...Nice...should I have been?” Shimmer turned her head so she could meet her opponent's eyes. For all the mewling the Feychild had done, none of the laughter had gone from her voice. “Sugar tits, if I’d been nice…Then roundabouts right now, you’d be sprawled on top of me chasin’ your wee tail…ffffuck...” The pressure of the flogger on the end of her cunt sent a bolt inside her gut that made her thighs shake as her ankles arched painfully against their bonds. She gasped, clenched her eyes. Focus. “...Y-you'd be...OH NO, WOE IS ME, I’m a wee lost puppy, what do I do, WHAT DO I—”

But once again she was interrupted. The rest was just sob. The wet leather smack against her skin drew it out, but her gut was already fluttering. Something about the woman kneeling beside her—it wasn't quite a boot on her neck. But the way her heart pounded, it might as well have been.

[ThatPolishDude]

"Well... you might be right, but then again, you got what you asked for." Alicja said, pointing the end of the flogger at Shimmer's face before poking her lightly with it just on the tip of the nose. "And it seems you are not complaining, are you? All the better if you ask me." She said before swinging the flogger once again, this time missing the fairy by inches but still close enough for her to feel the rush of air.

After that she would stand up and look down at her opponent before without warning sending the toy to connect with her rear once again. "Since it seems you like it rough, I think our bag of tricks might have just the thing." She would say, stepping to the other side of the woman, where she left the bag, before reaching it she would send one more swing towards Shimmer and then bend down to retrieve the remaining implement.

[Malkavia]

”ACH!”

Another slap, another cry as the Pixie's thighs tensed, struggled, stuck. Shimmer’s ass is starting to smart something raw—lip-biting, forehead into the mat kind of sting. But Alicja’s distraction allowed a quick pump and twist, pump and twist with the ankles and wrists...and sure enough, Shimmer can feel the loop widening. Overhand loop knots are strong, but they tighten easily. Tighter knots mean wider diameter, which means—

Hold up a sec. What all was left in that bag...

A wary Seelie eye curled back round to Alicja.

”Now...now Licja.” Shimmerlace's mouth had gone cottony. She had to swallow and smack her lips to keep the word flowing cleanly. ”Let’s not rush our wee goose. Your girl here's still got, you know. Plenty o’ unscarred territory up an down the thighs, right? Don't wanna...neglect ye olde jambs, eh?”

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicia would hum to herself as she took the strapon out of the bag and put it on, adjusting the straps for it to be a snug fit before she would move back over to the pixie. "What was that in your voice? Getting a bit scared? Didn't worry, I promise you will love it in the end."

She would now swing the flogger down on Shimmer's back before getting on her knees and positioning herself behind the pink-haired woman. She would make sure the strapon would press through the fabric right up against the other woman's pussy before she would put a blogger beneath her chin. "Tell me, how would you like me to do it?"

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace shivered. Her legs slid one against the other and her ankles twisted. Her tongue ran along her lips as her eyes lidded. "...How should the wee Licja do it, hm?"

The Pixie tilted her chin and gave it a thought. You could see her mind shift one way, then back, then settled on a crumb she'd found. She smiled—then gave a yank. Friction bit her wrists, but they popped free, and her chest go flat to the ground. Rope tied around four limbs was loose around two. The now-free legs pumped, made to thread scissor-like around Alicja's left thigh, and squeezed.

From there, Shimmerlace made like a crocodile and rolled, aiming to pivot Alicja's leg from under her so Beefcake abs would collapse into mat. From there, the fairy could slide up onto her back. But what of Shimmerlace's hands? They'd be no idle workers: If all this went according to plan, they'd make for the special pocket at her hips, pluck silver cuffs, and make a magician's dart to capture Alicja's wrists.

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja thought she had it in the bag and there was no reason to rush to the conclusion. That soon proved to be a very faulty logic as she was sent down to the mat, her head hitting the floor of the ring with a thud. She groaned, but when her hands were to move to her aching head she found them held and then heard a clicking noise. The cold metal around her wrists made it rather obvious that the item missing from the bag was in Shimmer's possession all this time.

Not being able to use her hands was certainly a problem but laying down would certainly not fix it. Alicja would try to get her legs under the rest of her body before she would push with one of them and turn. Following that she would attempt to send an up kick at Shimmer to cover herself from whatever follow-up the pixie planned as she scooted away from her and tried to sit back up.