Strength from Numbers: S+M vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise nearly wished they had not afforded her the breather, however meager.

Thoughts began to creep in again - damning thoughts. She wondered how they saw her, knowing she had given into this and enjoyed having herself turned into a curvy sandwich. She wondered how the crowd who paid for this would see her. The ref. Those on social media who discussed it. She did not so much care about the eroticism of the situation nor her reputation for requesting this sort of match. But would people believe she had started asking to lose? Perhaps, in a way, she had... but because she wanted to remove that last sliver of her worries about her... issues.

Clearly, it had not worked so far. But those thoughts passed through her mind in no more than two needy throbs, and her eyes trailed Morrigan, anxious and anticipating. They could do... whatever they wished. The Belgian beauty supposed she should consider the pair's choice to simply mash her beneath the two of them and flood her in rough but loving attention a blessing. She did not know where the more aggressive of the two would take her next... and that continued to heap hot coals from her knotted stomach onto the fire between her legs, and Sabine's hands weaving through her hair left her arching her back and bucking her hips as if she did beg for it.

And it took no guesses to understand what Morrigan planned for her. More... more attention? If Arlise's temperature had not already peaked to sweltering, that revelation would have put her over the edge.

She grew still until Morrigan's face began to disappear between her breasts, leaving merely a set of eyes staring back at her, but the tongue on her sensitivity launched her into her loudest, most violent struggle yet, the hair trigger finally pulled. She alternated between sounds of struggle and moaning, and the whole bed shook. Stretched out atop Sabine's curves, she couldn't reach Morrigan's head to attempt to pace her, and all too quickly Arlise brushed so close to popping again that she gripped the sheets and, of all things, pulled one powerful leg free of Sabine's grip with a sudden yank. She threw it over Morrigan's shoulder... only for the woman to stop and leave her panting.

After several seconds, while the growing ball of lightning in her core subsided, she opened her eyes again and relaxed. Oh... no. They knew too much.

[BlackAkuma]

Holding Arlise down like this proved to be more challenging than Sabine had thought, with the woman possessing a deceptively powerful body. At first, she had thought that the two of them were within spitting distance when it came to raw power. Still, the more she fought and bucked, the more it was made apparent, that might not be the case - while she would always bet on her abilities in a confrontation, she was beginning to think that Arlise might’ve been the more powerful European between them.

There was real power in her legs, so much so that it was difficult for Sabine to keep her pinned down as her struggles grew more frantic. The sweat likely helped her as well, and eventually, one of her legs was freed in the ensuing chaos, flopping over Morrigan’s shoulders.

Nothing too troubling, but a sign that using pure physical force to hold her down wasn’t the key. Sabine needed to switch this up.

After a quick squeeze, she brought her arms away from Arlise’s neck, slipped them under her shoulder, and latched onto her chest, letting her fingers dig into the tender flesh of each orb. At this point, she wagered that would be enough to keep her under control, but she added a few kisses to the redhead’s cheek to sweeten the deal.

”I imagine this drives you crazy, doesn’t it?” She rubbed her face alongside the Belgian’s, almost tender in her embrace. ”To have all this power in your body, but being unable to use it. To be so close to release…”

The Morrigan took that as a cue and brought her tongue back to Arlise’s pussy, working her up with long licks from the heated muscle, slithering inside and working her back into a fury. Just like before, she pushed Arlise to the edge, forcing wild pleasure into her body at an insane rate. Just like before, she turned it off just when she sensed Arlise was about to release, taking her back from the edge.

”Just say the words. Swallow your pride. Beg.” She snuggled up with Arlise, tighter than before. ”Ask and you shall receive.”

[Winter]

Arlise's relaxation lasted all of a few seconds.

Her almost-inadvertent success in freeing her leg did not gain her much of anything - maybe a chance to hold Morrigan at bay if... what if, she didn't know. It, in fact, lost her the use of her arms as Sabine partially chicken-winged her arms as Arlise complained and gasped and gasped again when that restraint of her arms turned into two full-handed grips on her breasts. Having long since found herself reduced to the same aroused sounds one might expect from a penny store whore, Arlise unleashed a chorus of sounds somewhere between ecstatic whispers and resigned frustrations as she struggled to free her arms, which felt almost as good as the struggle to free her legs, and endured the constant attention to her sensitive nipples.

She skirted close to losing her ability to focus on any of their words again, and it took her a moment to even realize Sabine was the one speaking. She stared blankly at her own freed leg, searching for what she could do with it, before she saw Morrigan lower again. The Belgian beauty wanted to lift her leg to push the woman away, but she did not move fast enough and could not bend far enough to defend herself. The woman's tongue touched her slit again, and Arlise squealed in pleasure and agony as the woman worked her over once more. The redhead's foot kicked at the mattress and her thigh again found Morrigan's neck, but it did nothing.

By the time everything had tightened once more and Morrigan had left her simmering and steaming again, the redhead could do nothing but slump in exhaustion, looking more reddened and ragged than if she had endured a thirty-minute ironwoman match. She suddenly wondered how long she had... lasted since they worked her into this position. She had not one clue.

They asked her again. Arlise, wishing she could reach herself to... to do something about how she felt and how the drop on the rollercoaster never came, let out her loudest sigh yet. She didn't know why she couldn't resign herself to giving in, and yet at the same time, she did. She wanted to know what came next.

"I don't... beg...", she managed a second time. "Just let it... let me..." Finish? Go? Even those sounded like giving them too much, so she pursed her lips before she could summon more sensible words. Or more daring ones. "You can't make me..."

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine liked to think she was good at reading people. A necessary skill for a dominatrix. Being able to read her client's wishes, and know when they were getting pushed too far when even they didn’t want to admit it. She had thought that this would be much the same with Arlise, too, even though they had only just met. She had seen many women like the Belgian before. Those who were torn between wanting something that they didn’t think they wanted, their body craving domination while their mind avoided it. But, like anything in the universe, she could be broken - all she needed was the proper pressure and time.

As it turned out, though, she was wrong. Mostly.

Sabine greatly suspected they could get Arlise to the point of collapse, but it would be a long and winding road that they simply didn’t have the time for. Her fellow redhead needed a more delicate, refined touch, given by someone with the proper care to address her more intimate needs. Someone with tools that neither she nor Morrigan possessed.

She was already formulating a few ideas on who that someone would be, but they were not present at the moment, more the pity. For now, Sabine had a decision to make - whether to make good on her threats or give Arlise the release she craved.

After a moment of thinking and chewed lips, she gave Morrigan the nod. ”Give her what she craves.”

The Morrigan shrugged and dove back in without a second thought, letting her tongue resume its furious work. She went wild, dancing over her folds like the beating wings of a butterfly, going deep and plunging as if Arlise’s pussy was her own personal property. Knowing Morrigan, she might well have believed it.

It was a wondrous amount of pleasure and would surely spur Arlise on to a quick, heated climax. But whether she would have the time to enjoy it was another thing. As Morrigan did her work, Sabine released the hold, shifted upwards, and brought her legs around their opponent’s neck. She slipped her ankle under her other leg’s knee, trapped her with a figure-four headlock, and began to apply extreme pressure to Arlise’s neck. While her thighs might not have been as insanely impressive as their little plaything’s set, they were still more than strong enough to do that job, especially with her being so worn down.

Sabine had found a middle path: Arlise would get her orgasm, but she would not be awake long to enjoy it.

[Winter]

Arlise both wanted and hated the words Sabine uttered.

A sliver of her heart sank thinking this could end soon. Another sliver lifted to know she had made it even this far without surrendering. Much more of her, however, simply... needed. She needed them to finish what they had started, and while her mind and her will had not yet broken, the redhead's body begged her to douse its fire and allow it to finally, finally rest and relax. Even with the tension between the three of them simmering, the Belgian beauty writhed and roiled, unable to stay still, wishing she could reach out with her hips and find relief.

And Morrigan brought her toward that relief, though with no small amount of torture leading her there. Arlise whined and squealed in her throat, rolling back and forth with each movement of Morrigan's tongue like the other woman's muscle controlled her whole body, and the redhead could see it in her mind's eye as easily as she could feel it like an eclipse slowly crossing her vision. She could taste it, a sweetness in the back of the throat. And after only a few seconds passed, Arlise propped on her one free foot, tensed her stretched-out other body, and wailed openly as she teetered on the edge.

She hardly noticed on this precipice that Sabine slipped from beneath her. Only when the other woman freed herself from beneath Arlise's body did the redhead let herself grow distracted, and the one finger still gripping to reality compelled her to look over her head to see where the other lovely redhead had disappeared. She saw the woman's legs before she saw anything. For a moment, she did not realize what the woman planned for her, thinking she wanted only to change the way she held Arlise down and watch her body shudder with pleasure. Then, the legs folded, and Arlise knew where she found herself.

Her hands came up to grip at the other redhead's calf the second it bit into her throat. "GHHHK!" Arlise instantly shattered in two, her base, carnal desires in ecstasy and battling with her brain that instantly turned to pure panic. The tizzy and the added helplessness broke the damn, and her whole lower half bucked with the force of what she might later remember as the biggest ending of her life. She could not even muster a moan, and the overwhelmed redhead did not slip into sleep with that sensation as her last memory.

She fell right off the cliff, both hands dropping like logs as she went glassy-eyed between Sabine's thighs, legs still trembling.

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine had to take care with this - after all, the last thing she wanted to do was give Arlise any lasting damage to that delectable neck of hers.

That was easier said than done, however, as the woman went into a fit when her body realized what was about to happen to it, twisting about in a frenzy. The madness between her legs no doubted contributed to it, as well, giving the woman a myriad of mesmerizing emotions to drive her utterly insane. Sabine could only imagine what was going through that pretty little head as the lights began to dim. Despair? Desire? Distress? Some combination of the three?

It mattered little. She could fight, thrash, and struggle all she liked, but there was little she could do to fight Sabine at this point. Soon enough, her energy faded and her hands fell as sleep overtook her, leaving her a limp and lifeless wreck.

Amusingly enough, that didn't stop Morrigan from her ministrations. Sabine looked on as she eased her hold, enjoying the show for a few seconds before she decided enough was enough. ”Morrigan.” Oh, dear, she was still going. Really getting into it, too. Quite the overachiever. ”Jack, she’s out.”

The usage of her vanilla name was enough to snap Morrigan out of things, and she looked up with a wide smile a moment later, her face glistening with Arlise’s juices. The referee, who had been watching from a safe distance in the ring, slid out, came over the dominatrix, and slipped off the bed, checking Arlise to make sure.

”Yup, she’s out!” The referee raised her hand and nodded their way. ”S+M win the match!”

The Morrigan merely shrugged as she licked her lips clean. ”Like there was ever any doubt.” She reached over and ran a hand over Arlise’s thigh, letting her fingers trace the contours of her many muscles. ”Tasty this one. Thinking maybe we can take her home, have a little fun?”

Sabine rubbed her chin, contemplating for a moment. It was tempting, she couldn't deny, but she got the impression Arlise wasn’t ready for that level of fun. Not just yet. ”Nein, not today, I think. She’s had all she can take. But I suspect this won’t be the last time we cross paths, so hold that thought.”

”You know I fuckin’ will. She leaned over the bed and planted a single kiss on the Belgian’s lips. ”Later, Sleeping Beauty.”

Morrigan proceeded to saunter out of the ring, and Sabine moved to follow. Before she did, however, she reached into her pocket, sifted through her wallet, and pulled out the business card of a woman she suspected Arlise would like to meet: Alyssa Crowley, LAW’s resident therapist. The two of them had met numerous times, shared many interests, and she was fairly certain that the woman would love the Belgian’s patronage. A beneficial meeting, all around.

She slipped it in between Arlise’s breasts, snug and tight, and promptly made her exit.

[Winter]

Arlise woke with a jerk.

Short of a couple of spasms, she remained lost to the world, a beauty - albeit a red-faced, sweaty, disheveled beauty - lost in her beauty sleep while the pair that had dominated her conversed and the ref deemed her unconscious as if that took a more keen eye than even the least-knowledgeable fan who watched the recording when it released. Giving some of those same fans, particularly those with a love for knockouts, plenty to feast upon as she roused. She twitched again, light returned to her gray eyes, and she peered at her surroundings, momentarily lost.

Then, it all came rushing back to her, and her body tightened all over as if she had a second response to the explosion that had already wracked her. Her thighs mashed together and her toes curled in response to her mind’s second reaction, however empty, before she huffed and relaxed again.

The redhead lay there, caught between frustrated at her defeat though she knew she had survived longer than one might have expected given the circumstances and basking in what little afterglow remained after she had fallen unconscious. Both women appeared to have left. A shame… she might have liked to converse with them, though given she likely needed some time to recover the thoughts they had so violently scattered, she decided it might have been better to delay that conversation. She herself… still had much to unpack. She found that… wonderful and terrible, all at once, and she had no doubt she could use more adjectives once she gathered her thoughts during her shower.

But she should not linger in this room. After wiping her eyes and pulling the seat of her leotard back over her exposed crotch, she sat up and began to swing her tired legs over the edge of the bed. She needed… to sleep, too. They had exhausted her.

Only once she started to stand did she feel a sharp pain in one breast. She feared an injury before she noticed it moved. After fishing it from her sweaty cleavage, she turned the card stock around to read the name, and she fell back onto her bed.

More therapists. But… Dr. Takemi had done wonders for her. Perhaps Alyssa Crowley could finish that work.

WINNER: S+M