Strength from Numbers: S+M vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

If the pure weight of Morrigan atop her did not restore Arlise's senses quickly enough, the stretching of the sinews between her hips and thighs certainly did.

"Onnnh...", the Belgian beauty complained, throwing her head back in agony as Morrigan split her down the middle. The strain on her muscles and ligaments would have served as enough torture without her increasingly warm, feminine lips enduring the same stretch, and Arlise's hands dropped to nurse the injury. She could hardly reach with Morrigan weighing down on her chest, and Arlise forced frustrated, pained eyes open in perfect time to see the raven-haired beauty leaning in. A wet tongue would have served well enough to cover the redhead in a familiar mixture of electric warmth and icy cold - much less feeling Morrigan's stacked body bang against hers.

She could sense it happening again, but she knew better than anyone that her ability to sense her body giving in meant she had come a long, long way since those early matches.

She refused to give in, focusing on the pain instead of the pleasure. Her crotch hurt. Her head and back still hurt, and Morrigan's weight and bouncing hips made those pains worse. A moment's helplessness struck her with so much weight atop her and her legs barely able to participate in the escape, but she could feel Morrigan tending toward one side. It took her a few blinks to understand that she did so to keep Arlise's shoulder off the mats. She... she could use that poorly distributed weight.

"It's... not!" On the not, the redhead utilized the only part of her body that could have come close to matching Morrigan's strength - her legs - and kicked out wildly with the leg on the same side with her raised shoulder to free it from Morrigan's grapevine. That shoulder lifted higher at the same time, driving her forearm into the side of her captor's head, and she whipped her body violently to attempt to throw the woman completely off of her.

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan let out a deep, dark hum as her tongue sampled Arlise’s flavor and found it more than satisfactory. Tasty. Sweet. Tangy. She didn’t think she’d ever had Belgian before, but now that she had a sample, she could safely say she was missing out.

She bit her lip and swooned, enjoying the position of the woman beneath her. The Morrigan typically went for the women - and occasionally men - who were a little bit more on the bulky side to keep us when it came to things like this. Arlise had a good enough body to make up for her preferences. Fine, firm, and flexible, the last of which was being tested right now.

”There it is, right there.” The Morrigan spread Arlise further and further out while she drove her hips forward, rubbing up against her foe’s toned stomach and working herself on the woman’s bare stomach. Already the juices were flowing, and she wouldn’t have complained if this was just how the match was from this point on.

Sadly, it wasn’t too be, as Arlise had to go and ruin it by being competent. The Morrigan was just about to dig in when the woman erupted with a violent outburst, fighting out of the pin and using the space to lash out with a forearm to her face. The Irishwoman took it right on the nose, and it was more than enough incentive for her to roll away, massaging her features as she went.

The Morrigan was never one to stay down for long, though. She popped to her feet right away and closed the distance as Arlise made her way up. She’d wanted to keep things soft to start off, but it seemed like the redhead wanted to trade shots. She was about to learn why that was a bad idea.

Fists up and tight, Morrigan moved in, went low, and swung at Arlise’s gut with a punishing uppercut, attempting to drive one of her best punches deep into the woman’s stomach.

[Winter]

Her mound needed ice.

Arlise decided it did not simply because of the way Morrigan had distended all her inner workings between the thighs but because that stretching and that licking and the weight of the woman's body had all added to the heat welling in her core since the two women had first revealed themselves. While she had a strong suspicion that the match would rapidly lead to more of a fire in the oven, the Belgian beauty knew she had to learn how to keep that fire simmering rather than scorching so early in these matches. She urged away her sense of need, only rubbing at her inner thighs before she made good on her escape before the ravenous woman could hop on top of her again.

Speaking of that ravenous woman - Morrigan had already reached her feet. Arlise did not find herself surprised, but exasperation crossed her pretty features anyway while she squared up with the woman to defend herself, ignoring the dull ache between her legs that made her steps uncomfortable. Morrigan clearly wanted to swing at her. No pure striker by anyone's measurement, Arlise nonetheless knew how to defend herself.

She did not defend herself from the uppercut - not well enough to block it, anyway. "Guh-oof!"

Morrigan forced the sound out of her as the redhead's elbows didn't shift low enough nor her body twist to the side enough for her to evade the strike, and the fist buried into abs vaguely concealed between a softer-looking stomach. It reverberated through her whole torso, sent her eyes flying wide, and had her doubling over and retreating. Only the bit of weight Arlise carried atop her toned muscles dulled the blow at all.

She knew she couldn't win a striking match with Morrigan before even attempting it, and she did everything she could to cover her head from such a strike as she gathered her bearings.

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine had decided that the tools in this room were adequate. Just adequate. While LAW did a good job catering to a casually kinky audience, her more refined experience in the BDSM industry allowed her to look at things in a critical, crucial light that few others could. The toys were of a decent quality, but she suspected that whoever stocked this room had just gone to a sex store and bought the first things they could find.

The whip would hold up for this session, but it looked a tad flimsy. The nipple clamps were smaller than she would’ve liked. The paddle seemed made of plastic, not the wooden one she would’ve preferred. Adequate, all of it, but just adequate, and she wished she would have the time to take Arlise back to their place and show her what a proper dungeon was like.

Sabine had become lost in her thoughts, as she often did, when Arlise’s cries drew her back to reality. She looked over from the bed to see Morrigan’s fist deep in the woman’s gullet, doubling her over with the rough blow, showing her usual lack of subtlety. Arlise staggered back and brought her arms up in defense, a wise decision.

A pity, though, that Morrigan didn't plan to follow up with another strike. Instead, she showed a modicum of cunning and stepped forward while Arlise was bent over, grabbing her waist from above and pulling her in tight. She jerked up, spun Arlise around, dropped down to a single knee, and slammed down on her upturned leg with a vicious backbreaker, splitting her in half, right down the middle. The Morrigan wouldn’t let her fall, either - after the move was executed, she intended to press against her leg and upper chin, keeping her in place and stretching her out.

[Winter]

Perhaps had their match qualified more as spar than official, Arlise could have excused an opportunity to exchange blows with a much harder hitter.

She had needed to work on her striking for some time, and her catching an opponent with a well-placed punch, elbow, or kick was not rare. But she had never buried a fist so deeply into someone's gut as Morrigan's immediate example proved she could. To have peppered the woman with strikes and taken two or three more of those hits in exchange might have ended the match, the Belgian knew, and she would have failed in her goals to so much as dare that result - she wanted to learn and endure. Testing a strategy that relied on a weakness would do her no good.

So she protected herself. While Arlise liked to remain on the offensive, she needed to learn to avoid stepping into the proverbial hole she liked to dig for herself in matches. She worked through her old training from a few boxing lessons that she did not often enough recall or utilize: Shoulders down. Elbows low. Forearms straight. Hands open instead of closed...

Unfortunately, Morrigan did not have time for her self-lecture. Arlise bent and squatting against the pain from the blow and the anticipation of a second blow provided the woman an open back to manipulate, and the redhead didn't acknowledge that danger until the woman weighed on her shoulders. "...N..." She tried to root herself in place, but against a woman of Morrigan's size, she had little chance. Her feet left the mat. "...No!"

In fact, the woman manipulated her so easily in the air that Arlise didn't know what she should brace - so she braced everything and clinched her teeth as the dark room again spun, leaving her with a view of the ceiling. Only then did she know. "Oh... AAAAGH!"

Morrigan's knee split her right in the back, and if she could have believed a spine could crumble from top to bottom, she would have believed it as her wail turned into a moan into a near-sob. The pain flew up her neck and to every finger and toe, and while the initial lightning strike of shock subsided - another benefit of a more... absorbant body than some middleweights - she still dangled on Morrigan's knee in a way that left her feeling like she had been split in two.

And Morrigan added to that feeling. Her fingers leaped to grasp at the hand pressing down on her chin, but Arlise's body remained deformed over the top of the bigger woman's knee as she quietly moaned her agony.

[BlackAkuma]

”Yeah!”

Arlise wasn’t all that heavy - at least not to Morrigan - which meant she could have all kinds of fun slinging the redhead around. This was a good example of that, as she brought the woman up, twirled her like a baton, and sent her crashing down on her back, practically bisecting her across the knee with the deadly, crushing crash.

It left her laid out, broken in half, and, more importantly, vulnerable. The Morrigan found herself with a delectable body that she had unfettered access to, with Arlise clearly out of it for the moment. Time to have a little fun.

”Finally got you to settle down, then? Good.” Her hands, which had been so strong and forceful, softened their grip. One ran along her toned thigh, sliding along her skin with curious, prodding fingers, while the other cupped her chin in a gentle caress, stroking along the side of her face. ”See? Doesn’t have to be nasty. I can play real nice if you let me.”

The Morrigan’s roaming fingers made their way up between Arlise’s leg, coming to the point where they met, slid along her lap with a slow, subtle stroke. Nothing too aggressive, nothing too hard just yet, simply pressing at the fabric and stimulating what laid beneath, the slightest taste of something more tantalizing. ”Up to you. You gonna be a good girl, or do you need to be spanked a little more before you tow the line?”

[Winter]

Arlise could not have imagined a more dismal position.

Not because of Morrigan's latest assault on her senses - the hand warming her shapely thigh, the one that held her chin, the way her body lay helplessly exposed, the surprisingly sweet words that dripped like sweet honey from her opponent's lips. She would have more than welcomed all of what Morrigan offered in any other situation, but she could not give in as she had to these sorts of affronts... too many times in the past. The pain still wracking her body for once made it easier to wrest aside her desire for pleasure, and the moans that weakly slipped from her lips spoke more of that pain than any desire.

"N... no! I..." She had to stop for her bent body to catch one breath deep enough for her to form words. "...I won't..." She had to pass this repeating test presented by every lovely member of LAW's roster.

And Morrigan could not have increased the difficulty of that test any more than she did just when Lise thought she had gathered her resolve to escape.

While her moaning grew louder, the fingers that brushed over the bottom of her leotard, and what lay beneath, she could tolerate, even if they found warmth and no small amount of dampness to pair with it. Morrigan's words, however - good girl, spanking - struck Arlise harder than any roundhouse. Her eyes flew open to stare at the far corner of the room, anything to keep her from envisioning what she... she...

What she could not give into. Not now. Not yet.

"I am..." Arlise struggled on top of Morrigan's knee and girded up her loins for the one response she could offer in her desperate position. "...not... giving in!" Straining every muscle in her body, she wrenched herself until her one free leg flew high, sailing toward Morrigan's head as she tumbled backward. She might land on her head... but that might help her more than hinder her.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Arlise had it bad. The Morrigan knew when a woman was fighting her cravings, her entire career as a dominatrix was built off sensing the desires a person had before they even knew it, and this one…

She had all the telltale signs. The moans. The writhing. The way she danced at Morrigan’s every touch. She was trying hard to hit and resist, putting on a brave face, but she knew how the woman would react once she got her up and tied, once she had all the time she wanted to play with this wonderful tight little body.

”Y…yes!” The Morrigan’s pleasing touch went deeper still and started a slow, steady stroke. ”You will, babe. You know how this is gonna end up. Might as well skip to the really good part, right?”

Made sense to Morrigan, at least. As much fun as it was to bash this woman around, she wouldn’t mind doing that without having her bruised up. She wanted to keep this lovely flesh intact before she had her way with it, after all. Prime condition. But it looked like Arlise just had to be stubborn about this sort of thing, so…

The Morrigan brought her arm up and prepared to drive it deep into Arlise’s exposed stomach, hoping to give her another incentive to sit still and play nice, but the woman beat her to the punch - or the kick, rather. An arching blow struck her clean across the jaw. The move would’ve been nasty to take in any circumstance, but here it caught her totally off guard, and all she could do was fall away and flop back on her ass, totally stunned by the hit while Arlise rolled away.