L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Maria Esteves

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"

Maria was a smorgasbord of emotion. She was excited. She was terrified. Feeling ready, yet also like she was in way over her head. She wanted this. But a part of her wanted to run away again. And she wanted to throttle that part of her and tell it to shut the fuck up.

The aspiring submissive already missed out on a good thing with the Mistress of the Oil, and had been kicking herself ever since seeing the match with her replacement. That Tomas Ferreira was a Portuguese speaking man only made it cut deeper into the half-Brazilian, making that "this could've been you" even louder. If she'd kept her cool for one more day...If she hadn't called in sick...

She could've had the experience of a lifetime! Just watching them oil each other up was...God! And then there was everything that followed! Dalia was doing things that went beyond her wildest dreams. And the material she's made with other women showed that she could've easily done a Sapphic version of that to her. It would have been perfect.

"It should have been me." She had never related so much to a

before.

She blamed Gloria Kildahl and Neith too. If it weren't for those crazy bitches, that wouldn't have happened.

But tonight was an opportunity to start all over and do it right. Maria had gone onto the LAW forum to check the ads placed by the dominatrices and session wrestlers in the roster. She'd learned her lesson; no double-booking this time. In the end, Lorna Horne would be the one who kept her attention. Lorna was everything that she liked in a woman, physically: She was big. She was stacked. She had the kind of muscles that she knew were capable of throwing her around with ease. And she was really digging the goth aesthetic.

So she replied to her thread. The chat that followed painted the picture of a really cool chick. She was a dork, but a charismatic one. Passionate. Witty. And she had a really dirty mind. Maria really liked her, and she didn't seem crazy, so she went for it and requested a session. And that was when she learned that Lorna was charging four hundred dollars an hour.

And so, Maria found herself trying to backpedal without embarrassing herself. She didn't have that kind of money; had yet to make her debut. Fortunately, an LAW official who had been watching the conversation would chime in and take care of that problem for her with a suggestion of a match between the two for the new After Dark show.

It had been explained to her as an website-only venture, made with rookies like her in mind. People who wanted a safe space to explore. Softcore stuff like strip matches and contests in jello or pudding. Vanilla sex. Or getting kinky, like Maria was looking to do. It was made to separate them from the psychopaths running rampant.

The head of After Dark, Alix Jacques, had a whole team devoted to weeding them out. The only downside was that her matches here wouldn't be broadcasted; After Dark's thing was privacy. Only paying members on the site would get to see what she would be getting up to tonight.

But still, the prospect of being a part of an exclusive premium show first thing in her career had her giddy. Maria immediately agreed to take part and Lorna would follow. And here she is now, inside a

Inside! She was living a dream, and getting paid to do it. She sat on a

that felt more like a big cloud, talking to one of the cameras that been set up. She forgot that this was merely being recorded, not streamed.

"So, what do you think, guys?" She said, scooting back to pose on the bed. "Do I look cute?" She knew she looked good. That was never in doubt. What was in doubt was her ability to please Lorna and prove that she deserved to be flown out to these fancy locales. To have the chance to live like a princess.

She hadn't done anything before. Hadn't been kissed, hadn't been out on a date, nothing. The closest she got to intimacy was the time she had alone with Neith in that trainwreck of a D/s session. And that was something that she'd rather forget.

She was trying to psyche herself up and get rid of those nerves that had her quaking. Or at least, talk them out. "This is, uh...This is gonna be...Well, I hope it's gonna be my first time. So wish me luck. Let's hope she isn't crazy, because mierda santa, do I have a story! She moved back over to the edge of the bed. "I don't wanna get into it now, though. Don't wanna ruin the mood." She fiddled with her fingers for a beat, stocking-covered toes tapping the carpet below the bed. "I was hoping it'd be this way. Doing something kinky. Putting myself out there like this. It's not the most public affair, but...still got an audience." Maria would coyly cast her eyes downward, lips parting to expose the top row of her teeth. Her pretty smile wouldn't last long.

She wished that she could see the non-existent chat right now, wanting to actually talk to somebody. Hopefully calm her nerves before Lorna gets here. "Madre suerte, por favor muéstrame tu favor." She looked into the camera one last time. "Yeah. Wish me luck."

Spanish to English Translation

"Mierda santa" -- "Holy shit"

"Madre suerte, por favor muéstrame tu favor." -- "Mother Luck, please show me your favor."

LAW truly did have a niche for everyone. Everyone.

Lorna Horne enjoyed posting a risqué photo online. She enjoyed a sensual session where the clothes never emerged. She enjoyed good sex in private, including a one-night stand in the right circumstances. She had even entertained the concept of a camera in those bedrooms and thought it not entirely unwelcome. But she did not care for a public display of passion in front of thousands, and she wondered how those wrestlers who performed in that setting managed to keep their attention on the sex itself. It wasn't her style.

After Dark, however, was her style. She had a slice of the session setting, a slice of the one-night stand, and a slice of the camera. When Maria Esteves had solicited a session, Lorna hadn't known about this corner of LAW. Fortunately, Maria had mentioned it to her since she didn't quite have the cash to cover a session on the spot, and Lorna was more than happy to oblige her. It would get her paid (Lorna felt a bit sorry for her...), it would get Lorna paid, and... Lorna was quite excited. Her adult life had always been so dull. She wasn't meant for a management job. She was meant for adventures. To live what would have been someone else's more exciting life, yet somehow, it had become her own.

With a bag featuring a few pieces of relevant "equipment" in tow, a smiling Lorna waited for the gentleman at the door to grab his keycard and swipe it to allow her entry to the LAW-owned apartment: much fancier than anything she would ever own. A tiny crew was on hand, but they stated they would leave once both of them were in place. He reminded her as he walked back that the door would be locked behind her, and Lorna, feeling minxy, saw fit to tease him. "And you're sure you don't want to 'accidentally' lock yourself in too? I could think of some reasons you might want to." She inched into his space, hips-first, while he used the card, and if one could have sensed someone beginning to sweat, Lorna sensed it from him.

He spouted something about needing to keep up with the cameras, and Lorna snickered. "I'm going to have you watch closely, then." She winked over her shoulder as she entered, but the door slid shut behind her, ending that fun but giving her access to the night's real fun. She nearly flipped into the character of the Azure Witch, but Maria had struck her in their online conversations as a bit of an inexperienced and anxious person. She might want to greet her as Lorna before they began the match.

She could hear the other woman speaking somewhere, and after she had removed the shoes she had only worn to get her here without grime all over her stocking-covered feet, a stroll past the foyer and into what was an expansive, gorgeous bedroom with a view revealed Maria in front of what must have been a camera, her back to Lorna. The part-time witch lowered her bag and leaned against the head of the bed; a patented alluring smile crossed her face. "Are you over there already winning over the crowd? That's giving yourself an unfair advantage, don't you think?"

Spoiler

Just as she'd finished speaking, Maria felt movement on the bed behind her. Nothing more after that initial landing -- something had been set down. Lorna was in the room with her, and that she hadn't heard her froze everything but the eyes that grew to the size of saucers. She'd grown adept at picking up people's footsteps, to the point that she could determine a person's mood just by how they walk.

That skill was vital to her back...not home. Where she used to live. Back with her parents. Whenever she was relaxing in her room, all finished up with her chores and one or both of them were in a bad mood, that skill would be the thing to tell her, "do not open that door." Or just "stay the hell inside" when her father removed the bedroom doors. All aside from the master bedroom, of course.

Maria was able to hear the crew just fine, so it was an easy identification. And it raised the question: How does a woman that big manage to be that quiet?

Not that it really mattered much. Whatever the answer was, she didn't like it. It rendered a survival mechanism completely void. Something she did her damnedest to lock in a box and squirrel away someplace deep in the back of her mind. She wasn't about to let a freakout cost her another golden opportunity.

She turned around with a normal face on, and...

Oh. My. God.

Lorna was...ooh! The muscles! The curves! The sheer perfection in how they intersected. The leather, and the mesh bodysuit that complimented everything wonderfully. Especially those boobs. With her bent over like that, the Young Lioness couldn't help but look. But she wouldn't dare let it turn into a stare. She would bite her lip, however, without even thinking about it. No, no, her thoughts turned towards all the possibilities.

The Azure Witch's presence meant that they were all alone now, locked in for the next nine hours. There was so much that could be done to her in that time. Especially with the help of whatever she had in that bag, she was sure.

Her owner for the night (this may have been put together as a competition, but come on. They both knew that she was essentially a female, Brazilian-Mexican American Ishigami Yuto here) had the same energy she did online, completely different from the immediate superiority that the goddesses established. A teasing friendliness that put her at ease and put a smile on her reddening face.

"Well, you're the real wrestler here. I've gotta have something."

Maria advanced to the head of the bed on all fours. Back arched, extra movement in her hips, and slow, showing off the goods. She might not have any experience with these things, but she's been reading books and articles. Watching videos. And practicing a few things here and there whenever her roommate wasn't around.

She didn't even know the basics of wrestling -- the physical side of it, that is, so she at least wanted to be sexy. When she was right in front of Lorna, she'd take a seat on her knees, as per submissive standard. "Hi." She must've thought of like a hundred better things to say before she got here, and a hundred more after the tour she'd taken after arriving an hour ago, but in that moment, she'd forgotten them all.

Lorna tried to avoid making too many assumptions. While it had occurred to her that this match might turn into more of a session than, well, a match, she had taken Maria's images and bio online as a sign that she could put up a fight. Looking at her now, she was no small woman (prettier than in her pictures, however), and solely on size, Lorna had no reason to believe she wouldn't be in for a battle tonight. That battle favored her particular set of skills, but she had been surprised by many women less imposing than Maria.

But something in the way the woman looked over Lorna and reddened had the witch believing Maria wanted to be eaten alive. She presented herself like someone would a full meal, too. Those pictures did her no justice. She was exotic and shapely, the type of woman that a younger, more hard-trodden by life Lorna would have given her left tit to spend a night with. It had become more commonplace to rendezvous with beautiful people, but that didn't mean she wouldn't enjoy herself thoroughly with this one.

And as the witch, tear her apart in many, many ways. The way she posed on the bed confirmed Lorna of her need for... submission.

It brought out the witchy nature bright and early. Lorna stood straight, looking over her with her chin poised high. "Hello, darling," she greeted, the authority creeping into her tone. "You seem terribly excited to spend the next several hours under my thumb. Among other things." She began to inspect her as if looking for weaknesses or perhaps simply parts of Maria she liked. The whole package worked just fine for her. "I hope you took all my threats online seriously. And that you know what you're getting yourself into."

Their conversation about a session had gained some traction before Maria had mentioned her monetary issues, so they had discussed a few ideas. Lorna had every one of them in mind as something to wield against her night's opponent, and she would touch on every single one of them. She hoped Maria came prepared.

Maria had never heard Lorna's voice before, but she had an ear for intonations. The switch was on, so she immediately straightened her posture. And averted her eyes, donning a coy grin as she preened herself, waving her hair behind her shoulder and using her arms to squeeze her breasts together. Her subconscious brought her teeth and bottom lip together when her mind revisited those "threats".

Did she dare ask if Lorna brought the things they talked about before that embarrassing reveal of her financial situation? The handcuffs, the nipple clamps, the riding crop? No. She'd stick to hopes and let it be a surprise, resuming eye contact before she spoke again. Locking onto those beautiful blues and surrendering to the power held within them. "Y-yes, Lady Horne." She began, backing up to create some space for her to join her in the bed. "I'm ready to do anything and everything you require to ensure the ritual's success. I exist to serve."

She was good at this.

Their conversation had made Lorna wonder if she didn't have a wallflower waiting for her, but Maria knew of her appeal. Her hair was gorgeous. Better than Lorna's, which had been dyed so many times it risked becoming thin too early in life. Her breasts were also a standout feature. A pose of girlish mischief added to the effect. She did want Lorna to eat her alive and clean up every last drop, and it had Lorna plenty heated under her straps of leather and cross-stitching of nylon. But the entertainer in her did want to make a match of this. She had some ideas to that end.

Despite the woman's invitation to join her on the bed, Lorna stayed on her feet for a moment and paced from head to foot. "You're eager. I like that in a thrall." She tapped at her chin with a finger. "But do you know what I need to have what I want?" Her short journey ended; she dropped her knees onto the bed, maintaining her dominant position over the similarly tall woman. Her hands moved to her hips, presenting her thick figure with an invitation.

"I need your passion. So try to bring me down, and I'll drink from the struggle when you fail."

Maria's brother, Alejandro, had asked her: "Why wrestling?" Of all the things she could be out there doing now, what made her choose professional wrestling? And combat wrestling, at that?

Her answer to those questions were simple: It allowed her to be whoever she wanted to be, whenever she wanted. She could change who she was every week and nobody would bat an eye because there's so many people doing the same thing already. And in a place like LAW, there were no dues to pay. She didn't have to worry about having a script shoved into her hands like she had before. She didn't have to be the perfect straight A student. The God-fearing church girl. The obedient golden child.

And the way Maria saw it, she had more than paid her life's dues already. She'd done everything that had been demanded of her. Put up with all of the insane, draconic restrictions. Gone long enough without a voice. It was her time now!

Alejandro was quick to point out the irony of that sentiment coming from the mouth of the girl who wants to be the s to someone's D. But that's the thing about the role: When it's being done right, the submissive's voice is the one that's loudest. Even when they're all tied up and gagged.

Maria dug the tips of her fingers into her knees to stave off the anticipatory quakes that threatened to spread from her arms to the rest of her. Those knees at the edge of the bed marked the beginning of a long and hopefully pleasant night. She may not know what she's doing, but she was willing to fight to make it so, nonetheless. And on that note...

"I'm a Latina, my Lady." Her arms were raised and ready to grapple as she began an advance on her knees. There was a playful glint in her eyes. A sort of confidence that wasn't quite at the level of "challenging". Nothing that said, "I can take you", but instead communicated that she'd found something that she could latch onto nonetheless -- that one thing she could do in a situation that she knew was out of her hands otherwise, and it would show up in her voice. If it's passion Lorna wants..."Passion runs through my veins!"

Maria would use her desires to fuel her initiative: First slipping her arms through the space Lorna's made, wrapping them around her waist, and pulling that majestic body into her own. Flat tummy to washboard abs, her sizable buxom mushrooming against the killers on Lorna's chest, faces intentionally brought within inches of intimate contact...She didn't dare attempt a kiss this soon. Her technique would be off, however, beginning with a failure to grip her hands together, or even to take hold of Lorna's attire for some sort of leverage. A subtle, unintentional showing of her complete lack of wrestling training.

But in its place would be the struggle the Azure Witch craved. If Maria could only get one bit of offense in tonight, it would be the move that pulled Lady Horne into this bed with her!

A passionate Latina Maria might have been, but an experienced wrestler she was not.

Lorna didn't consider herself an expert. She had only wrestled for going on three years and got a late start, so she had limited herself to honing the techniques that she could master in a short time. When Maria assured that she would give her the fight she wanted for intensity and entertainment's sake, she raised her defenses and sturdied up her back, waiting for the impact or the grapple or the whatever else the woman chose to throw at her. It was the grapple, but the big witch thought of it as more of a hug. A hug that did bring her in closer, but still a hug.

The second their chests made contact, Lorna was responding. Her hands wrapped around Maria's upper arms, and with one shove she put an end to all of the momentum bringing the two of them together. She looked back into Maria's face with a dangerous smirk. "That's not bad, dear," she told her, the sensuality dripping from her voice. "But I'll let you in on a little secret." Her hair tickled at Maria's face as she shifted her lips around to her ear. Warm breaths lapped over it as she spoke. "Everything you could try against me is futile."

With that said, she gave Maria more of what she wanted, in a sense. Her arms shot up and attempted to snap around Maria's head so she could bury her in a breast smother and drag them both down onto their sides atop the mattress.

Lorna was amazing. Fearsome! Barely having to move to both put an immediate and decisive end to her attempt at a takedown and keep her from falling back post-shove. Maria's hands instinctively raised to grip her just above the elbows. What was she going to do there besides get a feel for more muscle? No clue, but that was a good start in her books.

The dangerous warmth of the words breathed into her ear made her shiver and break out in goosebumps. And with their chests mashed as closely together as they were, she wouldn't be surprised if Lorna were able to feel how her heart was pounding for her. "Poor" Maria didn't know whether she wanted to whimper or swoon, so the sound that came out of her would be a mixture of both.

And she would be treated to another mixture to match; pulled into a spot between Heaven and Hell. The low cut of Lorna's bra allowed her to bury Maria deep into her buxom. So deep, and with such a powerful embrace, that her nose and mouth would be sealed almost completely. And down the two of them went, all cuddled up on the bed.

All. According. To "plan". Yeah, she could hardly breathe, but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

Her hands would familiarize themselves with the musculature of Lorna's back, one exploring the upper half, the other heading south. A touch here, a testing squeeze there...Ooh! She didn't know that this part of the back could be made so strong too!

She'd come close a few times, even resting a hand on her hip at one point, but as tempted as she was, Maria wouldn't grab at that perfect booty of hers. Too obvious a spot, too soon. She may be figuring a lot of this out as she goes, but she knew that she could be a better tease than that. She could do a better job of making this woman want more.

Like the way she'd put her pretty mouth to work in the space she was allowed. It would start off tentative, a sweet little hello that turned into something more solid and bold; from pecks to kisses, with the occasional nibble and flick of the tongue, indulging in as much of the flesh provided to her as possible. She'd even try that one trick that was detailed in an especially steamy story on Literotica: Sound. After draping one of her long legs over the Lady's and pulling herself closer, and delving even deeper into her cleavage, she'd seal her mouth on her completely and loose some hungry moans, sending the vibrations as far through that statuesque body as she could.

And if she could, Maria would even dare to attempt to mount her. It may be futile, but she'd try anyway.

This seemed a good compromise. It afforded them an opportunity to struggle, it afforded Maria an opportunity to get what she wanted (a taste of what a session would bring, too), and it provided Lorna with an opportunity to develop this theme further. With Maria's countenance and ability to speak all but gone, Lorna rested her chin on the younger woman's head to get comfortable and waited for reactions. Hands searching her back. Kisses across her cleavage. Moans to add to the experience. Lorna hummed in contentment.

"You're not off to the worst start, Maria, dear." The woman had some part of her ear exposed, so Lorna felt she could hear her. "But with your passion, I would have expected you to escape by now. I just can't seem to find you, and I need you for the rituals I have in mind." No, she didn't expect her to escape because women of Lorna's weight and stature would have had trouble freeing their heads from the strength of her grasp. All in good fun and in character.

Maria did not succeed in mounting her, but not because Lorna would not have let her. The witch simply moved first, and as Maria twisted them a meager amount, Lorna used the space to bring both of her thick thighs around Maria's waist and add a meaty, effortless bodyscissor to the breast smother. While she was only firm with the breast smother, the bodyscissor ushered in the first punishment of the match. She wrenched her thighs together, trying to compress her opponent's healthy figure into something even more reminiscent of an hourglass. It wasn't her full power, but it would certainly have Maria's attention.