The Longest Day [Asp, Naga & Others]

[thesteedman]

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Asp could recall only moments of the dreary journey she had been subjected too. She recalled being carried from the LAW arena, managing to glance upon a pristine black limousine awaiting both Naga and herself during the times of brief awareness. Maids had opened the door for the large wrestler who had shifted Asp in her grasp to bring her in. She recalled beginning to stir from the disruptive movements from the movements of the car and the chaos of the roads beyond, before she was shifted to mount Naga's hips whilst she sat on the prime leather seating at the back of the long luxurious vehicle. Asp had little time to take in the details of the transport that was taking her to her own personal hell. Naga had still been in her wrestling attire, much of that colossal form of hers exposed to the elements to force an intimate amount of contact between the two. Likewise, Asp had been denied any chance to shower the sins of the match away, still clad in her belly dancer like attire that she used for wrestling. She found herself on her knees over Naga's lap, her bare legs tucked in against Naga’s hips whilst feeling those powerful arms around her slender waist that she had come to dread over the last few weeks.

A deep squeeze later and Asp did not last long. Left breathless and already exhausted, her glistening form could no longer endure when Naga began to bearhug her. She recalled her aggressor slowly moving in and brushing her lips against her tensed and straining midriff before she was given a small gift by blacking out again. From there, Asp was in and out... each time she awoke, she was met with an oppressing grip, feeling Naga's lips against the side of her neck as she was laying back against her in the long backseat of the car. Her powerful arms were wrapped around her chest this time, squeezing her ribs just below her breasts to make them heave, whilst trapping her arms at her sides. Naga’s legs entangled with her own, as if some great Anaconda had captured and constricted her, it took longer this time, but finally she was left breathless enough to fall into a forced slumber. The final time she stirred was from a deep turn as the motion of the car brought her back around. It was darker now, the night sky blocking all form of vision from the outside world. She lay on her back against the long couch, arms still oppressing wrapped around her tortured form, as Naga kissed at her midriff and slowly worked her way upwards, taking the spoils of war as the POW match had granted her. This time Asp slipped from consciousness before those lips reached her own…

In and out of consciousness, Asp was uncertain how long the drive had been, nor how long Naga had been taking advantage of her defeated form... but she knew it had been a long time. Her last memory was being pulled out of a car when it finally drifted to a slow stop, hoisted like a bride against the chest of Naga. There was a small sheet of snow that lit up the dark, a bitter cold against her skin as Naga walked towards the great mansion Asp had visited before. The two were still in their wrestling attires, and that cold air began to blast against Asp’s form. Naga, like some monster from a horror seemed unaffected by the cold as Asp felt herself beginning to shiver. She walked barefoot in the snow, caring little as a Maid rushed over to throw a blanket over the two. Exhausted, tested to the limits of what her body could handle... Asp did not last long before she slipped back into unconsciousness despite the harsh and bitter winds.

"We meet again. Though I wish it was under better circumstances." A familiar French accent whispered as Asp began to stir from a forced slumber that felt longer than the last. It felt like some time had passed, and were she remembered a bitter touch of frost from the outside was not replaced with a deep warmth that spread across her entire form. She awoke to find herself lying on a comfortably soft high quality but familiar bed of a spare room she had dwelled in before. There were no good memories of this room as she recalled the décor and the fireplace, as lavish and expensive as all was. This had been were Naga had first took her, and Asp found herself waking up on the same bedstead where Naga had tortured her that terrible night.

Despite the woes of the match, Asp would find she was alarmingly refreshed as her bearings slowly returned. Her body was washed, clad in little more than a bra and matching silk bottoms that left her captivating and intoxicating form exposed. Her hair was loose, but well-kept and clearly washed, conditioned, dried and brushed. She lay on her side and woke to see the Baroness seated on the edge of the bed, clad in a black silk dress with openings that left much of her core exposed and her legs free from the slits.

Judging from the light makeup and jewellery she was donned in, as gorgeous as the woman herself, it was clear the Baroness had been out to some kind of congregation. Given her riches it was no doubt amongst the wealthy and the powerful much like the woman herself. She ran a hand through Asp's hair to try and ease her to wake up in a soft and almost caring fashion. Silver haired and astonishing on the eyes, the Baroness was the marvel Asp recalled when she visited to teach her the ways of her dance.
"I must apologise once again for the actions of my sister. Regrettably she has a long day planned for you." The Baroness whispered in her native accent, her tone almost stimulating to the ears in the unusual yet enthrallingly soft way she spoke.
"Dominique has left a selection of outfits for you to wear throughout the day, but first she wants you to put on your wrestling attire. It has been cleaned and maintained, all renewed and prepared for what awaits. You will find that the Maids have done the same for your own form." The Baroness whispered with a defeated half smile. It was clear she did not approve of what was happening to Asp right now; all too aware of how this situation had been forced upon the refined woman she had grown fond of.
“There is no rush. Dominique does not need to know that you are awake just yet.” The Baroness added softly.

[BlackAkuma]

Aspasia was having the most enticing dream.

It wasn’t rare for her to have dreams like this. She spent many of her waking hours thinking about the female form, lusting after it, so it was only natural that would translate to her slumber as well. Her fantasies tended to come alive during her slumber as she saw herself slithering over her opponents, caressing them, wrapped in the throes of passion. So many steamy nights…

But this was different. This was more vivid, more painful, more real, and fuller than anything she had ever experienced. It was hard to recall specifics through the haze, but what stuck out were the feelings. She remembered hands upon her, strong hands, touching her with loving care. She recalled lips on her, peppering with supple kisses. There were moans, cries, sighs, gasps, and then there was the pressure - the strong, irresistible pressure, crushing her, pushing her up against a form that she meshed perfectly with her own. There was pain, but pleasure, too…

Over and over and over and over. It was as if she was caught in some kind of loop, a torrent of sensations that overwhelmed her. Voices, heat, squeezing, kisses, crushing, breathing, panting, moaning, sighing, cracking, the biting cold on her skin, an endless cycle, a skipping needle on the record, a monotonous whirlwind tossing her about, until…

Peace.

Asp came to all at once as a familiar French accent tickled the fine hairs of her ear. Still coming out of the briar patch of her memory, it took her a few moments to fully process what was going on and take in all that brought her to this point. The Baroness’ voice was the lynchpin - hearing it told her where she was, reminded her of the match, reminded her of what happened, and everything fell into place soon after. She was a Prisoner of War - property of Naga for however many hours were left in the day. Back in the same bed, in the same mansion, at the whims of the woman who’d made her last stay a nightmare.

It was a harrowing thought, but having Stephanie there provided comfort. Asp sat up in the bed, taking her time to rise, and only paused to look over her body and realize that someone had taken good care of her while she slept. She brought her focus back to the host of the mansion, who stood before her in radiance and finery, always a statuesque beauty.

”Stephanie. It’s good to see you again.” Asp suspected she might have been the first wrestler to tell the Baroness that. Certainly, the first to mean it. ”You’ve nothing to apologize for. Your sister isn’t your responsibility. I imagine there’s little you can do to dissuade her, anyway. She is quite…” Asp’s face shriveled as she searched for the most diplomatic word. ”...willful.”

Asp took the Baroness’ advice and didn’t rush to her feet, content to lay in the bed and cast her gaze toward the selection of outfits - she had no way of knowing for sure, but she would bet that they met her measurements with startling accuracy. She took them all in, then cast her gaze towards the Baroness. ”Has Dominique always been this way?”

[thesteedman]

"Hard to say. Perhaps... perhaps not. I got on well enough with her when we were younger but it was only in the last decade we began to have more involvement with each other." Baroness answered honestly. "I suspect I may be to blame. I was unaware of the fondness Dominique possessed for me when she was little, because I was focused on my own ambitions. Now she has joined me in LAW and I fear she carries with her many traits that likely derived from me. In some ways she is superior to me, in other ways a lot more inferior. Dominique knows not when to hold back at the best of times. I should also warn... I have never seen her so infatuated with anyone in the time I have known her. This is unfamiliar grounds for me."

The Baroness turned to Asp, keeping a pleasant expression on her angelic face as she gave Asp a look over. Without a doubt she was taking in her intoxicating form, clad in so little as it was in the low light of the guest room, but in truth there was another purpose to her examination, as she looked to make sure there were no injuries or lasting damage upon Asp’s flawless form. The Baroness was all too aware Naga not just liked, but desired to break her toys. On this occasion, it looked like her sister showed some restraint at least with Asp. It was just a question if that restraint would last the day and night.
"Perhaps I can assist you. Let me talk to my sister. I might be able to convince her to leave you alone. Worst case I can take matters into my own hands. She may be larger than I am, but between the two of us I am still the better fighter." The Baroness offered, coming to sit upon the bed a little more. Those dangerous legs of hers were visible, her feet bare as she came towards Asp and held her hand.

"I know my reputation... I also know my own flaws. Yet I say this with honesty. This was not my intent for you. If I had have known of what Naga had done at that night I would have stopped her. I was also unaware that she forced you into a rematch when you stood up to her, made it so that it was a POW stipulation... I also had nothing to do with the Maids. Regrettably they took matters into their own hands... they will be punished for it, but it does not stop what happened. I feel responsible... and as such, I feel obligated to get you out of this. I can deal with LAW for breaking the contract of the match... just... at least let me do something." The Baroness spoke with an unusual earnest as she lightly held one of Asp's hands. Asp was probably the only one to see this side of the Baroness. For certain, being in her presence was playing with fire, but somehow Asp was able to bring out a more refined side of her. Without a doubt she was still the twisted and peverse individual she was known for... the French Tyrant, yet Asp seemed to be able to bring out at least something of a small amount of honour from her.

[BlackAkuma]

It was hard to imagine Dominique as a child. Either of the Renaud sisters, honestly, but her especially. For different reasons, both of them.

In Stephanie’s case, she came off so professional and diplomatic, despite her carnal cravings. It wasn’t hard to see why she could inspire enough respect to inspire her maids, but enough fear to be a terror in LAW’s locker room. Even before you knew of the power she could bring and the damage you could do, her regal aire commanded attention, and the woman carried herself as a goddess among women.

In Dominique’s case, however, there was a darker edge. A terrifying visage. Asp had never encountered someone driven by her own lusts, so determined to have her way despite what it cost others. There was a focus about her that could’ve done wonders if pointed towards something constructive, the woman clearly had no interest in such things, only in making sure that her lusts were sated.

Asp found herself in the company of two intriguing women. She was still having trouble discerning whether or not that was a good thing.

She knew the Baroness’ eyes were on her, but she had grown familiar enough with that gaze to no longer be weary of it - besides, she didn’t wear attire like this to not be looked at, even if it occasional caused problems like the one she found herself in. ”I appreciate the offer. Truly. But if I’m to survive in LAW, I must be someone who handles her own business. We are all only as good as our word - I agreed to the stipulations, I will honor them.”

She put a soft hand on top of the Baroness’ as she stood up, nodding her thanks and respect, before she stood up to give the outfits a looking over. Asp would say one thing: She didn’t fault Naga’s taste. She had chosen a truly striking lineup of outfits for her to wear, she would be lying if she said she didn’t hold out hope of taking them back home with her.

One thing was sticking with her, though, a nagging detail that the Baroness reminded her of. ”Those maids.” She wasn’t a woman known to showing her anger, but even Asp couldn't hold back her grimace. ”You said something about punishing them. What does that entail?”

[thesteedman]

The Baroness smiled when she saw that slight shift in Asp over the mention of the Maids. It was just a hint of malice managing to manifest itself in those otherwise beautiful eyes, but present none the less. There was something oddly captivating about the display of resentment in the Egyptian’s angelic face, as subtle as it was. Given Asp's seemingly good nature, she could only wager it was not often such an expression graced her features, yet the Baroness was here to witness this rare sight in the flesh. In truth, it was a turn on.
"Heh. Well, I might as well give a hint of what will occur since you are about to discover the means of their punishment soon enough. Their actions were not sanctioned by my sister, and she did not appreciate their interference. I may have made a few whispers upon her return to the mansion, some mere suggestions about possible punishment... and to the benefit of Dominique; she compiled a disposition that will be brought to action as soon as you are collected and ready. Their punishment heavily involves you truly. A chance at retribution dare I say. It is why Naga desires that you don your wrestling attire when you are ready." The Baroness whispered, watching Asp as she stood up and began to browse over the display of outfits Naga had acquired for her.

The Baroness watched with a keen eye as Asp moved with a grace about her, clad in little more than small clothes as she began to run her hands over the attires during her examination of them. The Baroness could not help but feel a small sense of jealously that it was not her who was in possession of Asp, slowly licking her lips as she gazed over Asp's perfectly shaped form whilst her back was turned. She wanted nothing more than to approach from behind, embrace her and run her lips over that exquisite body. Yet Asp was not hers to do such a thing, plus she had too much respect for the woman to merely let her whims take control like her sister allowed. She had more class than that outside of the ring.

"You have too much honour. Honour does not get you very far when there are those out there like myself and my sister who are ready to take advantage. As unfortunate as it was that the maids interjected in your match with Dominique... I fear your defeat was inevitable regardless of their attack upon you. You did remarkably well against Naga, even forcing her to take you seriously, but I could see it myself from the start. You were not fighting to win; you were just trying to survive to earn respect, and most of all quell your sense of honour." The Baroness spoke as she finally stood up. She knew a Maid would come shortly, to summon Asp and bring her towards Naga. She wouldn’t have much longer with the red haired beauty.
"You have become a lot stronger in your short time here at LAW, perhaps more than you even realise. Instead of trying to survive... instead, try and thrive. Do not go into a match with the notion that you have already lost. Instead... strive for the win. Leave that honour behind if that is what it takes. I swear the results will begin to differ." The Baroness would state, folding her arms as she watched and waited for Asp to turn to face her.

"I will tell you this and say it truthfully... Naga is not beyond you. You are more than capable of defeating her… if you just go one more step beyond."

[BlackAkuma]

Asp didn’t like to harbor thoughts of vengeance or retribution. She knew she was bound to find herself in a situation where she might wish revenge on someone, but she always thought she would be above it when the time came, even in LAW. She wanted to live a pure life, free from such a person, to be the woman others tended to see her as.

But she was human, bringing with it all the emotions and desires despite her best efforts. While she didn’t wish anyone to lose employment over her and have their livelihood taken away, a small part of her would take satisfaction in knowing that her attackers would get what was coming to them. Justice or vengeance? Did it matter? She wasn’t so sure.

She would have been content to know they were facing some sort of comeuppance for their actions, but the news that she was involved was indeed curious. Knowing the type of brutal woman that Dominique could be, she could only imagine that her punishment would be physical, but what role was she to play in it? She was curious to find out, not that her feelings on the matter mattered in the least - she was Naga’s property for the moment, after all. Whatever she wanted Asp to do, Asp would do.

Naga knew the Baroness’ eyes were on her, yet she had no qualms stripping down in front of her and slipping into her wrestling attire, moving from one outfit to another with practiced ease. Stephanie might hunger after, but she had proven herself capable of keeping her drive in control, something that could not be said about her voracious sister. As she did, the woman spoke, imparting some harsh - but fair - criticisms. In truth, it was nothing that Asp had no considered before, though she had never pondered it in such detail. She was a lightweight fighting against a heavyweight, after all, a situation that would never be allowed in other combat sports. The thought of taking certain equalizers was tempting, but…

”I thank you for the vote of confidence.” She turned to Stephanie as she slid the top over, covering her proud breasts. ”I don’t begrudge your tactics in the ring, Stephanie. Your rivalries, your enemies, your feuds, those are all your business, and I won’t pretend to understand certain motivations. But the woman you are, what you do in the ring - I can never be that woman. It’s simply not how I view the world. I can no more change who I am than a snake can change the patterns on its skin. If I go to such lengths in order to win, then am I truly winning?”

She tried to fill her words with confidence, but there was no hiding the doubt that slid in, uninvited. ”You have given me much to chew on, however. Much. I merely need time to digest.”

[thesteedman]

The Baroness knew her words would be futile in changing the nature of Asp, but she felt that she had to unload what was on her mind and rid it from the inside of her core. The Baroness would have no more success with trying to shift the very fabric of Asp then Asp did herself of shifting the Baroness from her darker desires and her need to quell a thirst that came at the suffering of others. The two women were very much unalike, and yet for some reason they seemed to get along with each other despite how far on the spectrum each rested from each other. There was a saying that opposites attract, and the Baroness found herself wondering if there was some merit to such a statement given the relationship or dare she even say potential 'friendship' between herself and Naga's prisoner of war.

She pondered this even when she took in the alluring form of Asp as she began to un-change as if she had no care in the world. It was impressive to see how swiftly she changed, taking the freshly pressed and cleaned wrestling attire, sliding it over her perfectly formed chest after slipping into her bottoms. She transitioned from small clothes to her Belly Dancer's like wrestling attire in deft fashion, giving the Baroness a display of that perfectly sculpted figure she possessed. The Baroness wore a sly smile, having enjoyed the display, as brief as it might have been. It was another reason why she enjoyed Asp's presence, the woman was very aware of her own well-kept beauty, and was one with her sexuality, finding no embarrassment upon the obvious display of her own flawless form in the low light.

A series of light knocks interrupted the moment, bringing the Baroness to focus. Her smile dropped as she slowly rose from the bed, watching as the door to the guest room slowly creaked open. A Maid appeared, one of the Baroness' many. She was graced with brown hair, a pleasant face and an outfit that hugged her figure. There was certainly a theme to the Baroness' employees, all beautiful and well-shaped ladies of varying sizes and ethnicities. Asp was almost surprised to see this one was fully dressed in a black and white Maid's outfit, as most within the confines of the mansion were often scantily clad, no doubt for the twisted Baroness' own desires.

"Lady Aspasia El-Shenawy. Mistress Dominique Renauld has summoned you. Please follow me to the training facility." The Maid would motion in a softly spoken voice. The Baroness gazed upon her, no doubt making sure that all her heirs and graces were correct. Somewhat satisfied she looked towards the crimson haired Egyptian beauty, placing a reassuring hand upon her shoulder.
"You will be fine for now. What awaits I think you will enjoy. You should steel yourself afterwards. I imagine my sister has other plans for you beyond the entertainment that awaits. You should leave now, I will follow shortly." The Baroness motioned to Asp, a slight look of displeasure manifesting upon her features as it was clear she did not approve of this situation as a whole.

[BlackAkuma]

It was funny, but since her involvement with Naga became public knowledge, most of the warnings Asp received regarding the woman were, in fact, more involved with the Baroness. Most people were convinced that the hulking woman was working at the behest of her older, more known sister, who’d picked up quite a reputation for using underhanded tactics. They viewed Dominique as the dumb muscle, just following the orders of her puppet master, and they told Asp that Stephanie was her true opponent, and that she needed to focus on her if she wanted to get Naga off her back.

Such notions were well-meaning, but Asp couldn't help but be irritated by them. While she understood the apprehension given Stephanie’s history, too many were willing to attribute her sister's actions to her, as if she had no will of her own, when the reality couldn't have been further. It was strange to think that she was probably the only person in LAW who really understood the women this way, who looked at them as anything other than terrors to be avoided and feared.

She wished it was otherwise. Perhaps, it would be—one day.

For now, however, Asp had more pressing concerns as a maid came in with her small announcement. Whatever was to happen, it was happening now, and she found herself appreciating the Baroness’ soothing hand. As strong and forceful a person as she was, she could be oddly comforting, even motherly. ”Thank you, my friend.”

Asp nodded towards Stephanie, then went to the maid and promptly followed her, letting herself be led through the mansion. It had been darkier and drier the last time she’d walked these halls, so she took her time to enjoy the decor in earnest now, seeing it in a better light. As they walked, she figured there was no harm in making conversation. ”So lavish. I imagine you and the others spend no small amount of time keeping such a place in order.” She spoke to the maid and her soft words echoed through the spacious halls. ”What is your name?”

[thesteedman]

"We work tirelessly to make certain all is maintained here at the Mansion. We do as the Baroness pleases." The auburn haired Maid responded, shifting slightly as she walked to motion a small nod towards Aspasia. She listened as Asp would ask for her name, but paused as another Maid walked by. This one was short black haired, also clad in a matching outfit. There was something darker about her eyes as she strutted past, as she glared at the Auburn Maid as she strutted by about her duties. The Maid guiding Asp seemed to wait until she was out of sight and around one of the many corridors before she turned briefly to Asp.

"My name is Ella. I am a newer recruit to the premises of Renauld." The Maid answered somewhat nervously. Asp could tell all at once that no doubt working here was very strict. It was a wonder if she was supposed to be even talking to Asp given how quiet she got when a more experienced Maid walked by, no doubt on her way to attend to the Baroness' needs. It was an odd feeling walking within the confines of the Mansion. The place was gigantic, as Asp found herself turning through corridors behind the wall mannered Maid. It might have been an odd sight given Aspasia was clad in little more than her Belly Dancer-esque outfit, walking barefoot on the high quality carpets whilst the woman who led her was fully clothed and booted.

That said, she imagined the Baroness probably prowled these hallways and corridors in probably less than what she was wearing now. Deeper into the mansion, Asp had already bore witness to scantily clad Maids that worked deeper in the premises, no doubt to please Stephanie and perhaps even Dominique. The staff seemed extensive in number; all working away... as Asp mentioned it was clear why the property, as vast as it was, was so well maintained. Even as they made their way towards the training facility, Asp caught sight of a few Maids down the corridors, watering plants, dusting old ornaments and paintings on the walls. All moved with significant speed and all moved with purpose.

The Maid leading herself with the cute face and auburn hair was seemingly stiff, walking without so much as bobbing her shoulders, uptight as if someone was watching her every move. The Baroness kept a tight ship it seems...
"We will be there in just a moment. I hope you are well prepared." Ella mentioned softly, always opening a door for Asp before rushing ahead to lead her to the next.

[BlackAkuma]

Aspasia hadn't grown up poor but hadn't lived what most would call a privileged life, either. She’d traveled with her parents all over the world, and while they had enough money to support themselves, they’d never been traditionally rich and never had a great mansion or servants to keep it maintained. She had occasionally stayed with the rich, however, and when she did, it always felt odd to have someone cleaning up after her, to take care of things that she was more than willing to do for herself anywhere else. To sleep in a bed, take a shower, then come back to find that bed perfectly made. Take off your clothes, sleep, then wake to find those clothes cleaned and ready to wear. Convenient, yes, but off putting if you were unaccustomed.

While she would never turn away the Baroness’ offer to be a guest, even with Naga skulking about the premises, this was never a place she could stay for too long.

She was so caught in the grandeur that she almost forgot her manners, but she located them soon enough. ”A pleasure meeting you, Ella.” Asp followed close behind, looking about as the other maids attended to their daily duties. ”You are a busy lot, I must say. A small army - where does the Baroness even find so many women?”

Asp sensed they were nearing their destination, whatever it might have been. Since she’d been urged into her fighting attire and Dominique hadn't spent the past few hours crushing her into oblivion, she could hazard a general guess what was to be expected of her, but the specifics were still a mystery. ”I suppose I am ready - as ready as ever for such things.” She sighed and cast a curious eye towards Ella. ”If I might ask, what brought you into the Renauld’s employ?”