A Virgin Sacrifice (Maria Esteves [D] vs Lorna Horne)

[DSX93]

That was the funny thing: This is her trying to escape. Sorta kinda. Since she lacked both strength and technique, she turned to Desdemona Belti's example. Alix too, but Desdemona was much closer to her situation as a wrestler. The "sweet petite treat", as "Alvira" had introduced her to the audience at last week's venue, used sensuality to get her way a few times in her match. It didn't help her much in the end, but that was beside the point, which was that it was possible to seduce one's way out of a disadvantageous position in the ring. Even as a hapless Young Lioness pitted up against a professional Hentai wrestler.

That wasn't happening for her. A listening ear told her that Lorna wasn't hating this, or even disliking it, but her touches weren't having the effect that she was hoping for. Lorna certainly couldn't be called a bullshitter or overconfident.

And speaking of calls, Maria had one to action. The young Latina never would've thought that she'd be in a hurry to remove herself from a muscle mommy's cleavage, but there she was. As wonderful as it was, these rituals, whatever they were, held the promise of something even better, and goddammit, she was going to be present for them!

If only it were that easy.

Maria already had quite the challenge to handle in getting her head free when it was only Lorna's arms that she had to contend with. But those thick, succulent, legs and their terrible pressure made hers a Herculean task. She could tell that she wasn't putting everything she had into them, and thank goodness...?

Thank goodness? The intimate torture they brought to her had one half of her arguing that "thank goodness" weren't the proper words to use. That half enjoyed the crushing pains that she was being subjected to, despite what that initial muffled cry suggested. The other half was the rational side that reminded her that she needed to breathe. Damn that need for air!

It was just the right amount of pressure too. Rather than compressing her ribs to such an extent that it forced what she had out of her lungs, it was enough to do worse when combined with the smothering: Keeping her from bringing any more of it in. She needed to do something fast, but she didn't know what that something was. Hitting was completely out of the question. Not because she didn't believe that it wouldn't work -- and she was sure it wouldn't -- but because she just didn't want to go there in this match.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! What to do, what to do, what to do?!?

Be cool. You've been smothered before. You've been crushed before. You've had both done to you at the same time before. You know how it'll feel when you're about to go out. You're not there yet. You have time.

And she had the use of all four limbs. She could figure something out. Maybe.

Lorna's chin. The placement of her arms. She had control of any horizontal movements, but what about vertical? How about sliding up into freedom?

Worth a shot. Maria planted her stocking-covered feet into the bed, dug into it with her fingers, and pushed up, unconsciously grunting with her effort. She hadn't intended on putting too much pressure on Lorna's chin; it just happened to be in the way of her trying to get her head free. At the same time, her stomach would press down onto Lorna's most sensitive spot during the grinding motions her efforts produced. A genuine, happy accident.