The Dominance Display

[Devastated]

Isa didn't disappoint too much, she was proving to show some power behind her frame as she held the taller and bigger Cecilia firmly in that bearhug. She let out a few grunts of pain as she was held up, feeling the squeeze of that bearhug...it wasn't like Isa was holding back from it being a proper move and the blonde could feel the effects of it. It seemed her actions in the test of strength along with her words had spurred Isa on to try to treat each move as if it was real. Which was good, it would make for better pictures...and it gave Cecilia a clearer picture of just what Isa was capable of. Especially since they had sorta set up a match already between them.

Cecilia felt how Isa struggled to lift her higher. " Nngh..." She grumbled and winced a bit, she held out in the hold and when Isa finally released her and dropped her down onto her feet, the taller blonde would arch her back and shift it from right to left.

"Phew...not too shabby." Cecilia gave a half-hearted compliment. The Hardcore Queen noticed the effort which Isa had put into it...and while she might not be able to see the full extent of it. She could at the very least see it had taken a bit of a toll. It wasn't effortless.

"Alright! That was great, now let's...see. How about a Torture rack? Cecilia would you mind putting Isa in one?" The director of photography spoke out with the suggestion. A wide grin formed on Cecilia's face for a minute, she turned to face Isa. "Sure." She spoke in a quick manner as she tried to turn Isa around against her will. Facing her back, she'd place both hands on Isa's shoulders as she leaned in a bit closer.

"Let me know when you're ready...oh, and I'm not gonna hold back." She would whisper to Isa. At the very least she would give Isa a chance to recover before she hauled her up, but she had no intent on going easy.