Strength from Numbers: S+M vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise found herself in a familiar position.

No, not the position with her face smashed against Sabine's invitingly ample breast, though she could not deny the familiarity of that position, either. The position where her body battled with her mind battled with her emotions, and all of them formed into an unreadable ball that left the Belgian beauty compliant and indecisive. Her mind wanted to take the fight to Sabine - her back had recovered enough with the passing of moments that logic convinced her she could unhinge herself from the more similarly-sized redhead pulling her across the room. Her emotions crashed like waves, somewhere between frustration and admiration and disdain for herself and... whatever else, emotions she could not read nor did she want to.

Her body happily drank from the cup that Sabine offered. Her lips quivered against the flesh of the woman's ti and her feet only faintly resisted the woman's attempts to haul her across the room, putting up a mockery of defiance at best. Her hands, which she could use freely, barely participated, one almost massaging a particularly intriguing muscle in the other woman's bare side and the other trying to wriggle between her jaw and Sabine's arm. Neither accomplished anything, and with the way pressure, both cold and warm, built in her core as she saw the oncoming bed, her body won the battle, getting what it wanted.

Arlise offered her best defense only once they had reached the bed - she attempted to turn and put both hands on Sabine's side to shove her onto the bed with the Belgian beauty in tow if need be. Sabine acted first, however, and Arlise didn't have the leverage or the room to stop the woman from pulling her onto her toes and then off her feet entirely. The dim lights of the room flipped through her vision, only to be snuffed out by her face hitting the mattress. She grunted into it before rolling over onto her back, and while the bed offered cushion, her back didn't love all the movement.

The pain and Arlise's arching against that pain provided Sabine the window she needed. Arlise had no defense to stop the woman's weight from weighing atop her and eliciting a whine, and by the time she started to lift her hands, the woman had hold of both wrists and pinned them over her head, summoning a fresh touch of dampness between Titania's legs. Another joined as the woman's legs split hers apart, and Arlise almost let the first outright aroused moan escape her lips. She stifled it with a gasp as she strained, revealing the muscles beneath the soft curves, and tried to force Sabine off the top of her.

She... couldn't. Not because... the ballooning breasts and nipples against her felt wonderful. Not because she forgot the pleasure of having her arms pinned and overpowered. Not because her crotch panged with pain from the grapevine stretch and excitement from Sabine's wandering thigh both. Not because she loved a good kiss on the neck. She couldn't... let any of that act as a factor. She had to learn today.

It took an outright exhausting effort, but her straining turned manic, and she did free one arm. She used it to try and pull Sabine's face into her cleavage, the one counter she could even think to muster. "Not yet... not...", she uttered, breathlessly, clearly already there despite those words.

[BlackAkuma]

‘The human heart in conflict with itself is the only thing worth writing about’.

While Sabine wouldn’t completely agree with William Faulkner’s quote - she’d enjoyed many stories where that wasn’t even close to the focus - she could see the sense of it. There was something about the mental struggle that was so easily relatable, so fascinating to watch, that she couldn't help but be captivated by it. She suspected it was part of the reason she became a dominatrix, aside from the sheer kinkiness of it. In the privacy of a dungeon, people showed sides of themselves that they didn’t know they had. Sabine knew some of her clients better than their family members.

She suspected much was the same with Arlise. The woman had all the telltale signs - the hesitation, the bated breath, the quivering. She was at war with herself, struggling to ignore her body’s cravings, and Sabine was just making it so much more difficult, wasn’tshe?

Good.

She was on top now, controlling her, grinding and gyrating as the woman writhed beneath her. Her lips went higher and higher, savoring every touch, as she grew addicted to the Belgian’s taste. She could feel her opponent’s power beneath her, feel her trying to fight - if she wanted to, she could likely get free and pose Sabine a real challenge. Her body was mostly healed, she was a strong woman, she had all the tools…but they were useless without the will to employ them.

To her credit, she did manage a small burst of offense, taking Sabine off guard as she pulled her face into her breasts, but that only made the German chuckle - if this was her best play, then she was surely doomed. Yes, there was a notable lack of air in her foe’s chest, but that would only be a problem in a few moments. In the meantime, her mouth would run wild on Arlise’s tender flesh, nipping and nibbling and gnawing at it, stimulating her even further, all while she ground down harder and faster.

All the while, Morrigan began to stalk around the bed, rubbing her chest as she watched the display. ”Hey, Sab?” She chewed her lip and cocked her head to the side, enjoying it from every angle. ”You better hurry up. I’m thinking about getting in on this.”

[Winter]

Arlise had made a mistake.

Not with the match, though her disadvantage might have left a viewer wondering. That small spark of logic that still remained told her that she benefitted from this situation because she simply could not avoid these situations in fairer matches, so exposing herself to the most challenging possible scenario helped her learn and grow. For all her struggles might increase, she would come out all the better - if she could emerge from the other side of a sexually-charged handicap match intact, she could handle most anything. She need not worry about the predicaments in which she would find herself any longer.

Her mistake was much smaller in scale. Of course, stuffing Sabine's face into her breasts would result in... in... "Hnnnh..." The sound poured out as something between a moan and an indistinct sound of suffering as she attempted to bite down on it, but Sabine left her far from suffering as she teased every spare inch of the redhead's healthy cleavage. The writhing redhead thought better of her plan almost immediately, and she let go of Sabine's head only to grasp her once more by the forehead and start to push her away instead of pulling her closer.

She thought... she hoped she could hold onto her composure long enough to force Sabine off. Despite their similar sizes, she believed she could overpower the other woman, and as she lay back and stared at the ceiling, she tried to think about anything but the pleasurable meshing of their two bodies and paced her breathing, steadying herself.

All that composure flew out the window when she heard and saw Morrigan prowling again, and her gray eyes studied the bigger woman, almost pleading for her to wait.

[BlackAkuma]

Credit where it was due. Sabine wouldn’t blame Arlise for taking such a tactic. She could see how, against a normal opponent, stuffing their face into her breasts might’ve worked wonders. After all, she had a truly magnificent pair, and she would wager most foes would be too dumbstruck by the sensations to use that position to their advantage. She knew from experience the mesmerizing effect a pair of breasts could have against the uninitiated - some people seemed to lose all sense and reason when they were nestled in cleavage.

But not Sabine. Never Sabine. As much as she loved being in between these perfect orbs, she loved the reactions she could force from Arlise even more, and they did nothing but meet her expectations. The writhing, the squirming, as her body betrayed her. It was all she could do to push her head away and free her from the delicious trap, but if she thought it was enough to save her, she was sorely mistaken.

Sabine had a taste. Now, she craved more.

And she wasn’t alone in that. This was a team effort, after all, and though Morrigan had already had her fair share of Arlise, she could hardly blame the woman for wanting to join in. As she peered up at their opponent, she could see the fear in her eyes, the distress, knowing that whatever slim chance she had at victory was evaporating before her eyes. She belonged to them, body and soul, and there was little need to be coy about it.

In a swift move, Sabine fell to her side and pulled Arlise on top of her, letting her bare breasts press against the woman’s back. Her arm wrapped around the Belgian’s throat, tight enough to restrict but not enough to choke, while her legs wrapped around the woman’s mighty thighs and spread them apart. She held her there, spread and vulnerable, as Morrigan stepped onto the bed and stood over them, feet on either side of their bodies, looming there. She waited for the moment, but her licking lips and manic stare told the story - she could pounce at any second.

”What do you say,meine Süße?” She brought her lips close to Arlise’s ear, so close that every word was a tiny kiss. ”Shall we let her join in? Shall we make a meal out of you?”

[Winter]

Arlise always knew the match would turn on her, but she hoped she would feel... more prepared.

Between their numbers, their size, and their preferred... style, she never only ever had the longest shot to keep up for the entire match, and the redhead needed the hopeless situation to test her mettle. But mere minutes had passed, and she already had one woman on top of her and one woman having recovered from Arlise's opening salvo and ready to strike again. She possessed too much logic to see a window for retaliation or escape, and that understanding left her frozen as she watched Morrigan prowl about the bed.

She may as well have remained frozen. As Sabine flipped, Arlise did not offer any resistance save for an attempt to roll in the other direction, seeing the briefest opening to escape the bed, get to her feet, and... do what, exactly, she did not know. Perhaps work to separate them again to buy herself some time? But Sabine yanked on her as soon as her hip twisted, and Arlise anticipated the arm even before it snaked around her throat. She instinctually gasped, stretched out her neck, and grasped at the woman's forearm with her arms only to find that Sabine did not plan to choke her. Small relief.

But the pointless attention on her neck left her legs defenseless, and Arlise did not notice Sabine's slinking body slinking between her legs in particular. She might have countered a moment earlier, her strong legs equal to the task. By the time she noticed between her struggles and her nervous staring at Morrigan, however, Sabine levered her legs wide open like a blooming flower. "Oooongh!" Pain, arousal, and frustration poured through her voice all at once, and though her meaty thighs flexed and strained and sought to slam back together, Sabine had thoroughly trapped them.

On display. Helpless. Restrained. With Sabine whispering in her ear and Morrigan staring at the exposed promise of her body. Arlise could feel a fresh pool desiring to form between her stretched legs, and her fighting grew still as the situation set her entire body on fire with flush. The quietest whimpers threatened to form in her throat, still a secret but threatening to grow louder.

Her fight had ended, and she knew it.

"...No?", she responded, so meekly and uncertainly and with so much desire that it might as well have been a clear yes.

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine chewed her lips as Arlise struggled on top of her, desperately trying to control herself as she was dominated. It was cute in a way that the German rarely saw - she was used to dominating weaker women, to tearing apart smaller, less capable foes, but it was rare that she had the opportunity to pick apart someone with this sort of power. As she pried those legs apart, she could feel the power in them, potential that could’ve crushed and maybe even done the same to Morrigan…

…but potential without the will to use it was meaningless. Arlise was a slave to her desire.

”Easy, easy, easy.” Sabine rode Arlise’s struggles and gently ground their hips together, giving the hold a tight squeeze, careful to keep the woman’s airways unrestricted - she wanted her fully awake and conscious for this, after all. As Morrigan stood tall over them and looked ready to pounce, she could feel the woman’s heartbeat quickening, brimming with anticipation at what was coming, though she did an admirable job of hiding it. Even though her ‘no’ was the least noncommittal one she had ever heard, it was a small miracle that she even managed the word.

It would hardly matter. Sabine shot a devilish wink towards her partner, nodded, and Morrigan immediately descending to cover Arlise in hot, wanting flesh.

From the back, Sabine worked to stir Arlise’s pot, trying to enflame her blood even more than it already was. Her tongue found its way to the woman’s ear and dove in, plunging deep, before she moved it out and brought her mouth to tastier targets: the neck, the cheeks, then tender spot below the jaw where so many nerves meet. Her hands moved away from the woman’s neck and came to her side, running along her hips and pulling at her leotard to expose as much as skin possible.

From the front, however, Morrigan abandoned all sense of subtlety and simply sought to devour their captive. She flopped on Arlise, bouncing them both on the bed, and let her hungry curves flow over the smaller woman. Her breasts enveloped the Belgian’s pair, her hips pressed her into the mattress, and her thigh slipped between the redhead’s own thick legs to start a rough, relentless grind, pressing hard against her most sensitive spot and working it with a feverish pace. She took Arlise’s mouth with a forceful kiss, shoving her tongue in for a rough moment, before she slipped out and began to gnaw on the side of her neck that Sabine wasn’t paying attention.

It was like Arlise was being consumed by flesh, her body so covered that it would be hard to tell where she ended and the other two women began, as if she was being eaten alive by some hot, lustful monster with two heads. An erotic scene to watch, but to be in? Maddening. S+M not only sought to dominate, but decimate, trying to rend Arlise asunder.

[Winter]

Arlise had never heeded those people who praised vulnerability.

She took pride in people regarding her as invincible. She needed her mother to find her invincible. She needed her sister to find her invincible. Her friends. Her fans. She loved to hear about her "toughness" and "resilience," which people had eagerly praised during the struggles of her upbringing and her time in the ring. "Arlise can handle anything! She's in control of her life." That praise withering away during her early struggles in LAW had affected her a great deal, and knowing, in those moments she had not proven "invincible," she had found gratification in letting go had led her to make this seemingly insane decision to attempt to battle two women in sexual combat on her own.

She needed to know more about those feelings. She needed... more. Of this. This vulnerability. And she hardly even realized it herself.

Trying to squeeze her powerful legs together and failing - and knowing she would continue to fail - filled her very soul with need. So did knowing she lay on display for the woman above her. So did the idea that minutes upon minutes could pass, and she would not escape this bed or their clutches. None of it triggered Arlise to stop struggling, but as she ached with need, she appreciated one fact - she could accept

With that small comfort in hand, Morrigan dropped on top of her. Arlise finally gave in and squealed.

And that squealing did not stop. A few of the moments, she could differentiate - the initial landing, her body flattening and giving way between two sets of curves, the lips on hers, the tongue in her mouth, another mouth and set of hands everywhere, her leotard riding up until she verbally quivered from the combined sensation of its wedging between her lips and the leg grinding against her. Eventually, though, everything began to bleed into a symphony of sensations that left her gasping, moaning, whining, and everything in between. She couldn't think.

Her body began to give way as quickly as her mind. While she strained to maintain some semblance of shape at first, she almost seemed to collapse between the two of them. Her legs sank until Sabine need not struggle to control them, and her abs turned malleable, consumed by Morrigan's own. At first, her hands hung in the air, alternating between pawing at nothing and forming fists to endure, but they eventually began to absently explore the woman above her until they came to rest on her ass.

Arlise did not know how much time passed, but her defeated, sandwiched body tensed again, only because the endless pleasures formed a knot in between her legs that threatened to explode. A sound in her throat began to rise to match it.

[BlackAkuma]

Before the match started, Morrigan and Sabine had a little talk, trying to figure out what was the point of all this. Though the two of them weren’t at the top of the tag division, they had a solid record so far, good enough that they likely could’ve challenged for the belts if they’d been so inclined. They had established themselves as a force to be reckoned with, both in singles and tag competition, so the idea of them taking on a handicap - even against an impressive opponent - seemed farcical. They knew that LAW liked to throw their wrestlers to the wolves sometimes, but this seemed overboard even by their standards.

So why do it? And more importantly, why did Arlise agree?

Frankly, Morrigan didn’t care, at least not as much as her partner. If she had to guess, though, she would throw out a simple answer: Because Arlise Christiaens was a freak.

Being one herself, she knew her kind when she saw one. Oh, she struggled, put up a token fight, played the roles of the helpless heroine, but she could only hold so much back. The dams would break, the resistance would crumble, and then…

The squeal. Beautiful.

It might as well have been the bell ringing, signifying her full defeat. Her body gave way beneath Morrigan and she overwhelmed it, her muscles pouring over the redhead’s body. From behind Arlise’s radiant hair, she could see Sabine smiling, knowing the woman was theirs to take, their little toy to play with. The only question was how they’d finish her off, and Morrigan had more than her fair share of ideas.

She gave the woman a hard, final kiss, biting her lip as she pulled away, then reached down at the hand groping her ass. She pushed it into her flesh, encouraging Arlise to grope even harder, before she gripped the leotard and roughly pulled it aside, bringing Arlise’s pussy into the fresh air.

The Morrigan pressed two fingers to her entrance, prepared to plunge, then waited. Her dark eyes stared down at Arlise with a wide and dangerous smile. ”Beg for it.” She smacked her lips and pressed harder, giving Arlise the smallest taste of what was coming. ”Beg to be fucked.”

[Winter]

Arlise had nearly shut out her own sounds, but she could hear them again as her arousal turned overwhelming, threatening to burst.

A chorus of sharp whines sensual enough to make Aphrodite blush poured from her, muffled by... the everything Morrigan did to her from above. But they reverberated in Arlise's ears and echoed through every inch of her body, coursing down her chest past her crushed stomach down to the source of all her bodily weakness. Those echoes sought some sort of rhythm that they could cling to, something to give her ravaged body and soul a respite, but so many sensations came from so many signs, it couldn't find anything save for the redhead's own sounds.

As soon as the Belgian beauty thought she would pass out from heat and breathlessness before she found any other release, Morrigan offered her space. Titania opened her eyes for the first time in what felt like minutes, two pools of blue-gray in a sea of red flesh and even redder, tousled hair. She continued holding onto the bigger woman's rear as if for dear life, hardly able to appreciate how it felt in her grip, and she gasped as if poked by a needle when she felt her bare arousal get exposed to the air of the room. It might as well have drummed against Morrigan's fingers as capably as it drummed inside Arlise's head.

She slowly began to acknowledge the individual sensations again - Sabine's constant presence behind her, the bigger woman looming above her - as Morrigan spoke to her. What... what had she said? What was there to beg for? Where did it defeat go from here? The rapid-fire questions in her mind as she panted and stared at Morrigan's face - mostly her lips - disappeared when she felt the woman press what she realized were her fingers more tightly to the redhead's sensitivity. She drew up and pursed her lips against her touch, and another attempt to close her legs reminded her how... much she liked Sabine's restraint.

She didn't know what she wanted, honestly. The two could have continued to flatten her for hours, and she wouldn't have complained. But she knew she couldn't bring herself to beg. That hardly... seemed like her part in all this.

"N- no!" The second denial didn't hold more weight than the first, though it had a touch more bite to it. Arlise wriggled as much as she could - not a great deal. "I don't..." God, she could not catch her breath. "...I don't beg!"

[BlackAkuma]

Arlise Christiaens was exactly the sort of submissive Morrigan liked.

So many of her clients were ready to go out of the box. You opened the door, said the right words, and they were on their knees like good boys and girls, obedient. You snapped your finger, they moved. You told them to jump; they asked ‘how high?’ Boring. The Morrigan would never turn someone like that down, but the best submissives needed a little breaking in. You found the thing that got to them, their weakness, and you poured on the pressure until they screamed.

That was Arlise - a door that needed to be unlocked. As she fought and squirmed and refused to beg, Morrigan thought she saw the key.

”Hear that, Sabine?” The Morrigan glared down at her and licked her chops, like a dog desperately needing a bone to chew. ”She doesn’t beg.”

Sabine planted a single kiss on Arlise’s cheek, wet and long, with a loving passion. She moved from squeezing the Belgian neck to running her gloved fingers through her hair, admiring the fiery strands. ”Oh, I believe she will. She simply needs the proper incentive.”

”Could not agree more.” The Morrigan began to slide down Arlise’s body and held her gaze every inch of the way, never letting their captive break eye contact. ”Let’s see if I can’t give it to her.”

The Morrigan slipped, lower and lower, until her face was in front of the woman’s steaming pussy, leaving little ambiguity as to what her purpose was. With Arlise’s pussy already exposed, she moved in for a long and lustful lick, sliding along the woman’s entrance, stimulating her with obscene pleasure. Another followed and another after that, pushing her down the path towards an orgasm, closer and closer, until…

She stopped. When it seemed like Arlise would pop, Morrigan hit the breaks and left her on the edge, on the precipice of utterly blowing her mind. She was so close, all it would take was a good touch to push her over, but S+M were keeping her on the verge. Tease and denial, a classic tactic.