Take Me to Church

[BlackAkuma]

Credit where it was due, Neith was good. Granted, it wasn’t like she was judging off too much, just a few acting classes she’d been forced into and a handful of pornos she’d watched over the years, but she couldn't see someone being better at what they were doing than the Egyptian was at the current moment. It was impossible to know how much of this was an act and how much she was truly getting into it, and that was the beautiful thing - the lines were completely blurred.

Neith had in, nice and deep, and was able to roll her over with little resistance, taking a casual pose after the two rolled. Lucy groaned and tried to work her mouth, tried to squeeze in a few extra breaths through her nostrils, but everything was shut down. Nothing was getting in, nothing was getting, a perfect seal of flesh. Neith’s taste dominating her senses, spreading over her lips, tainting what little air she had left.

A mesmerizing, hazy experience. So much so, in fact, that Lucy could feel herself fading with each passing second, but somehow, she didn’t care much. She was getting lightheaded, the stars were dancing before her eyes, and-

She came back with a roaring gasp, sucking in a lungful of air. Neith’s legs still wrapped tight around her neck, but she could breathe again - no, she was being allowed to breathe. The unspoken threat still loomed, clear on Neith’s face as her vision unclouded. Life could be given or taken away. Which did she choose?

The smart thing would be life. But they still did have some time to fill, and she was curious to see what Neith could do at her worst—one more act of defiance, then. ”N…no. No!” She sounded unsure, conflicted, on the edge of total surrender, as she made a final, futile effort to try and squirm her way free. ”I’m not done, I’m not-”

[HotWheels]

Lucy uttered everything that Neith wanted to hear, and she even offered a little more than merely sound and spoken word. The gasp. The almost drowsy scan of her predicament, as if she were shocked she had been freed and had lost track of the proceedings. The oh so pitifully desperate last declaration of defiance. She had that helpless squirming in her repertoire, too, though perhaps there was some reality to that. A few more seconds within Neith's four-sided grip and her new most reliable ally would have fallen asleep; she now knew the stakes.

And she wanted more. Neith tore into a Cheshire grin that she ensured was visible to the camera. "You are. You just happen to remain conscious."

Certainly, Neith could have tucked her into oblivion again, made the narrative that once she had someone in her clutches, to any degree, there was no escape. She could keep Lucy there endlessly, and no amount of fighting and defiance would bring an end to it until she had her way. With someone less willing to give to her as the victim, she might have opted for that more straightforward viewing experience. And besides - the transition, in and of itself, was a burlesque show.

Like she breached the water, she popped up from her prone position, pushing her ass back against Lucy's face again to pin her down under her weight - not yet sitting, not yet smothering, but keeping her flattened and secured. She could have sealed her away there, surely, but she lingered. She reached for one of Lucy's legs, then the other, affording her victim a few moments to gather herself, to picture where this was going, to ensure she was comfortably limber to be made into art, if only for a few moments.

When all was ready and Lucy was nearly folded over herself, Neith peered over her shoulder. "Any final words in sacrifice to your goddess?"

[BlackAkuma]

Since they were blurring the lines between fact and fiction, it was hard for Lucy to judge when she was actually giving Neith what she wanted and when she was being too stubborn for her own good. She was the punching bag here, the one taking all the damage, she was smart enough to understand that much, but she also saw the need to make it as hot as possible. It wasn’t enough just to suffer, she needed to do so in the most erotic way possible. Milk this as long as she could.

So she was relieved when Neith met her last act of defiance with pure confidence, shooting a devilish smile her way that sent a shiver through her entire body, one the Egyptian no doubt felt. The anticipation wasn’t faked - her breath quickened, her pulse raced, as she waited for her fate to be decided. What was the punishment? What was coming her way?

The answer came soon enough, as Neith shifted back and pressed that magnificent ass of hers against her face. Not facesitting yet, but keeping her head locked in place, her chin fitting between her cheeks like it was made for that specific purpose. Like this, Lucy could feel all the muscle beneath those tempting curves, the steel beneath the silk. A powerful reminder of what this woman could do to her if she were so inclined.

For now, Lucy fought the urge to do all the things she wanted to with an ass like this right in her face - they could and likely would come later. Now was the time for fear, as she put up a token struggle and tried to turn her head from side to side, as if she could avoid what was coming. ”No, no, wait, don’t do that, don’t-”

A little pleading. She strongly suspected it would be cut off soon.

[HotWheels]

Neith was not so oblivious - not oblivious at all, she would argue - to believe Lucy lacked impractical reasons to pair with her practical reasons to shoot this video. It was only natural and the standard when it came to anyone's engagement with the goddess. They wanted a taste. They wanted to know what it would feel like to lose. They wanted to see what she would do when she had control. Of course, most clients could provide their expectations ahead of time; some could not handle the full, painful experience. Lucy had no chance to set forth a list of expectations, but Neith could sense the... expectation in her movements. Her desire.

Fortunately, the goddess knew how to appease those desires and keep her relatively intact all in one. As she struggled for her escape, making a good show for the viewers who would not long be on the other side of the camera, Neith merely laughed, derisively, at her fighting and at her complaints and straightened her form a bit, preparing for just... the right... moment to strike. She let it linger moments longer as she spoke. "You had your chance to surrender before..."

She suddenly lifted and before anyone would have had the means to so much as turn their head away from what was to come, she planted her rear, with just enough force to scrunch Lucy's features, on her "victim's" face. Despite the haste, the technique and positioning proved perfect, and she could feel Lucy sinking into place. She threw her head back and moaned her pleasure before she proceeded with her taunting. "...but now, your entire being will submit to me." She fixed the camera with her gaze for but a moment, and then she settled in, displaying the ease at which she had tamed her prey at first... then upping the ante with an arch of her back, a roll of her hips, and her weight squashing Lucy's head enough to elicit a touch of fear without outright pain.

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy’s experience with this sort of thing was next to zero, but even she had a good idea of what was coming and what she would need to do about it. Neith’s ass was glorious, but it was dangerous - wide, heavy, enough to envelop her face entirely in glorious flesh. That meant no light, no movement, and most importantly for her, no breathing. In 3, 2-

Oh, a little quicker than Lucy had anticipated. She was in the process of sucking down gulps when the darkness came over her, plunging her into a heavenly abyss. She let out a shocked squeal as those cheeks spread out of her features, and she tried to take a deep breath only to suckle on flesh.

Her first facesit. Ever. It was…something.

What took her by surprise was how comforting it felt. There was a moment, a pause, where Lucy stopped struggling and just accepted it, enjoying that softness over her face. She remembered her role soon after and came back with a hectic, frantic struggle, thrashing about and bending to show off what curves she had to work with. All the while, she couldn't say she hated the heat coming over her—the warmth. The intimacy of feeling Neith covering one of the most sensitive parts of her body. A surreal, sensual experience.

…she still needed to breath, though, and that was becoming a real concern. She was okay for now, but her body was tensing and spots were forming, neither of which were good signs. Her toes curled tight and she held on, knowing relief would come, one way or another.

[HotWheels]

Neith had far too much self-control and performance sense to fall into outright, improper ecstasy when a moment struck her oh so well. She knew how to enjoy herself, yes, but she always forced that enjoyment to remain behind a veneer of composure. But this exchange had gone so well that she did find herself almost shivering with satisfaction with Lucy's lovely features held so tightly to her and the woman putting up an admirable, visceral fight. Outwardly, she only showed her pleasure with the hand that slithered over her chest and the small moan that parted her lips.

Lucy would be growing drowsy all too soon, and Neith wanted to ensure she delighted in the experience. A knockout during an initial session? Some would ask for it, but many more wanted to ease their way into the experience. Given this was meant only as promotional material to sell, too, meant Neith would be extra careful. She could still make it look as if Lucy had no chance, however. She leaned over so her curvy figure blocked the camera from a clear view of her ass covering Lucy's face, and she lifted the far cheek enough for Lucy to gather enough breaths to last a few more seconds. She hid the purpose of her movement behind a question.

"Never let it be said I'm not a giving and forgiving goddess..." she began, almost speaking the words into the camera more than to Lucy. "If you tap - both hands, both thighs - I may choose to free you before knocking you unconscious with nothing but my ass. If you don't... oblivion. And dreams of me." Part of the narrative, and an offer to the woman herself.

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy might’ve been well on her way to La La Land, but she wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t feel the shiver running through Neith’s body. It was pretty much impossible to miss, with her ass covering her face like a mask, her features utterly dominated by the woman’s flesh. She could feel the Egyptian’s heart beating through her body, a steady war drum growing more distant with each passing second. Lucy was well on her way to a sweet, smothering bliss…

Air. Rushing into one of her nostrils. Lucy’s body jolted in response as the fresh intake brought her back from the edge, giving her a momentary panic before Neith’s words dragged her back into the scene. She missed the first few words the goddess spoke, but the second half came through clear enough, along with an apparent intent. Someone with Nieth’s experience wouldn’t let her breathe by accident - she wanted her aware for this next part. This was the part where she finally surrendered.

Of course, Lucy couldn't make it as simple as that, figuring a little effort was called for. She used the newfound air to go into a new round of struggling, thrashing this way and that, challenging Neith’s ability to stay seated. A real effort, but nothing the bigger, stronger woman should have any real trouble with, and her efforts would soon enough peter out to nothing.

She waited - waited, waited, waited - until the last moments, right when she could feel the lights begin to dim once more, to bring up her hands and weakly, meekly, tap at Neith’s thighs with both hands, softly patting the skin before they slid down…

[HotWheels]

The real answer, Neith knew would require some waiting. Lucy had proven adept enough in understanding the pace of this scene - perhaps she had watched a few on her own time - to know she should not tap immediately even if she wished for an escape. No, she went back to fighting, and while Neith allowed her movements to rock her whole, imperviously-seated body back and forth, she never gave the slightest hint that she would be thrown off of her. She merely laughed, a frustratingly overconfident queen on her throne as her hands slipped down to her hips to draw eyes in their direction, freeing Lucy’s legs in the process.

“What a horrible, horrible mistake you’ve made. You can’t escape a goddess, you beautiful little fool.”

As if to emphasize, she rolled her hips left and right, dragging Lucy’s face along with her and enjoying all those sweet sensations of nose and lips touching the bare skin around her most sensitive spaces. But she once more settled into her compassionless, motionless smother, leaving it clear enough to their soon-to-be captive audience that Lucy’s face resided where they all would wish to be.

Then came the tapping. Neith loved it. She watched both of Lucy’s hand reluctantly make the effort with the motion, and another giggle parted her lips. She had a plan for how to finish this… and while it might give Lucy a start, she was soon she would appreciate it once she was editing. It afforded her a chance to add a bit of… post-production flair to their exchange.

“Another of your goddess’ talents…” Neith again lifted so that the audience could not see but so Lucy could breathe, needing her conscious for these last few seconds for the raw reaction but wishing for the audience to catch onto none of the mercies she granted. Once Lucy had just enough breaths to stay conscious moments longer, she sealed off the space again. “...lying. You had your chance. Now, it’s oblivion for you.”

She reached back, pulled at Lucy’s hair, and seemingly shoved her more deeply into the facesit, so tightly that Neith could have read her expressions through touch. She slammed her rear down, reveled in her power with a growl and an arched back…

And then slid off of Lucy’s face. She crawled back until she was on her knees above Lucy’s head, looking at her from upside down. What a sweetly red face to admire. Neith patted her on the cheek, a touch of aftercare. “Do you like cliffhangers? Have fun with that ending with those talented fingers of yours.”

[BlackAkuma]

Neith had a nice laugh.

It was a little odd thing to focus on, since the woman was a smorgasbord of sensuality from head to toe. But with so much going on with her body, all those curves, all that delicious flesh, it was easy to forget just how heavenly the woman sounded. Maybe it was the musician in her coming out or maybe it was just the lack of oxygen bringing out weird thoughts. Speaking of which…

Lucy came back from the edge once again with a light gasp, one that she could easily hide in the edit. It took her a moment to cotton onto the game Neith was playing, but she made sense of it soon enough - she wasn’t truly going out, but she could pretend as much, play it up for the camera. Neith’s words told the story perfectly: defying a goddess had consequences, and she was about to surfer them in the sweetest way possible.

Lucy smiled wide as her face was rammed deep between Neith’s glutes to form a perfect seal, fully engulfed. She let out a final, mournful wail, and then…

…release. Lucy breathed deep, sucking in fresh air to refill her lungs. Her tongue idly ran along her lips without thinking, making sure she savored the last taste of Neith’s skin. As her vision cleared and readjusted to the light, the Egyptian’s pleasing face was the first thing she saw. Looking pleased, as far as she could tell.

”My fingers can do all kinds of things.” She snorted at her own line, unsure where it came from. ”You were amazing. How’d I do?”

[HotWheels]

All those little impressionable minds would have not one clue how the match had ended save for the implication - that the goddess had rendered her victim a drooling, sleeping mess in her torturous smother. It worked twofold. One appeal was the mystery, leaving those watching to wonder whether she could leave them unconscious in a brutal and intimate smother. Another appeal would be a desire to see the end, and if they would never see the end, they would wish to at least see more. Neith had learned such teases in her days as an escort but relished it so much more in her session career.

And the subject herself appeared pleased - so much so that she had turned to flirting. Neith snickered quietly under her breath, a far less menacing laugh than those she had uttered during the recording, a sign that Neith was giving way to her more measured alter-ego once more. "A wise bit of praise with me still lording over you," she told her, before the act dropped entirely; she'd had her fun. Both of them had, she imagined. She scooted her rear toward the edge of the bed and stood, giving Lucy a view of all that had been smothering her in the process and picking out her wedgie as best she could in the meantime. There was nothing but a wedgie to be had in this attire, after all.

"You know your way around a scene. Should I ask how many you've watched?" The teasing remained, but it was the teasing of Safiya, not Neith's overabundance of sensuality. She reached over to end the recording before swinging back around, a hand on her hip. "And you follow instructions far better on the spot than the bimbos from Instagram I usually have to deal with in these recordings." The ones that weren't bimbos were, frankly, not up to the appealing standard often, too. It was hard to find the entire package, but...

Her smile deepened, the shrewd businesswoman in her seeing an opportunity. "I would be a fool not to employ you for more of these."