The Aftermath [Kyoko & Eve]

[thesteedman]

Continued From:-

Spoiler

http://law-rp.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=7712

The chanting of the crowd was distant now... the jeers of rage after what Kyoko had done slowly fading to nothing more than white noise. Eve gasped out, still feeling weak and in great pain after suffering a brutal bearhug... one that brought her defeat at the hands of Kyoko. She gasped softly as Kyoko continued to carry her over her shoulder, keeping one arm firmly around her core to prevent her escape. Even if Eve found the strength to battle out of this current position... she did not have the strength to fight or even flee. She was at the mercy of Kyoko... plain and simple!

Now and then Eve would try and lift herself, but Kyoko's grasp combined with the searing pain in the aftermath of that bearhug all but nullified any efforts Eve could fashion. Soon enough, she was simply limp, collapsing over Kyoko's shoulder with a soft moan of exhaustion and defeat. A fear welled up within her core, wondering what this woman had in store for her. She could see the ground below her beginning to shift, no longer in the corridors of the LAW arena... but instead somewhere else. Eve lifted her head ever so slightly, coming to realise that Kyoko had taken her to the locker room area.

"W... where are we going?... Wh... what are you going to do to me?..." Eve gasped out breathlessly, still not having caught her breath from the constricting embrace Kyoko had forced her to submit too. There was naturally an element of fear within the pained voice of Eve, no doubt uncertain to what her fate would be at the hands of Kyoko following her defeat!

[Fairy Dragon]

After her match with Eve which ended with a verbal submission from the DJ that made it clear who ruled the ring between them Kyoko had suddnely taken Eve away despite the protests of the crowd itself and of course from Eve who had outright begged her not to. As if Kyoko cared, once she set her mind to something it was done and only physical force could actually stop her which Eve did not have to provide and save her own skin. Taking them both to a locker room Kyoko brought the battered Eve over to a bench and would bring her down placing her on it before moving to sit down on Eve's waist.

"So many questions for me Eve. Are you scared? Because if you are, maybe you should have thought about who you were messing with just a little bit more." Kyoko said smiling down at Eve who was not at all like she was coming out to face her before. Her hand would move down to Eve's belly tracing a finger across it asnd examing the bruises she had put Eve through. "Stay right here. Don't get up and don't make me chase after you." Kyoko threatened as she sat up and went to her bags grabbing something she clearly intended to use on Eve, while all Eve could do was guess what came next.

[thesteedman]

Eve whispered a near yelp when Kyoko would finally settle her down upon one of the locker room benches. Given the quality and calibre of wrestling talent, the benches were of top brand, being cushioned, hence not the worst thing to be seated upon. Eve could just about hold her form, feeling shooting pains run through her core with every movement, forcing a groan from Eve as she favoured her midriff. She gasped out when Kyoko moved close, sliding her legs besides her, coming to straddle over her hips.

Eve tried to lean back, breathing heavily when Kyoko settled upon her, leaning close, before her threatening words escaped softly from her lips. Eve turned her head away, her expression becoming one of discomfort. She gasped out, feeling Kyoko slowly beginning to trace her fingers over her worn down and straining midriff, gliding softly over her abs and tracing over a few bruises that had been left from Kyoko's dangerous strikes and gruelling embraces. Eve breathed sharply, knowing not what Kyoko's intentions were... only that it seemed she seemed malicious.

"T... this wasn't a Prisoner of War match... You... you shouldn't have taken me here." Eve whispered back, trying to hide her fear. She held a brave face, but little ticks betrayed the truth that Kyoko would have seen straight through. Kyoko soon retreated, sliding slowly off from her waist to go towards a nearby locker that held her bags. Despite her threats, Eve considered if she could indeed get away. She had enough strength to stand for certain, and move... but her core was giving her terrible issue... and she knew even if she was able to run... Kyoko would only catch up with her. It was a fruitless ambition... but staying did not seem any better.

Knowing now of Kyoko's mean streak, she feared upsetting her more right now, and so remained seated, favouring her midriff as she folded her arms around her alluring but straining and bruised stomach.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko was in control, with Eve only able to offer idle rebuttals laced with her own concern. Kyoko had wanted to prove a point and it seemed that as much as Eve wanted to defy her she had proven it, and she was loving it. "If this was a Prisoner of War match I'd have taken you home...not here. And trust me, you dont want to end up there if you have gotten on my bad side." Kyoko said bluntly before she would sit down on Eve's waist again staring down her prey as she brought her hand down to Eve's exposed belly.

"So be smart and try not to do anything that would get you on my by side. Because trust me no one does that without getting hurt. Kyoko taunted her, but as she spoke her hand was rubbing across her belly while it was covered in a cream, this ointment would hurt at first touch but would slowly start to cool down and tend to the bruises on Eve's body.

[thesteedman]

Eve had been distracted, favouring her slightly bruised and tender midriff, not having noticed Kyoko had returned and was upon her. She gasped out, as Kyoko once more slipped over her hips. Eve naturally tried to back away, however that notion virtually played into Kyoko's hands, as she was able to ease down onto her waist, straddling over Eve. The young British wrestler herself was leaning right back, before Kyoko all but eased her to lie across the bench as she placed her hands firmly against her bare stomach.

"Oh..." Eve gasped out in pain, feeling Kyoko press her hands down, causing significant discomfort. Her stomach muscles tensed up and strained slightly, no doubt her belly still tender and very sore. For a moment, Eve thought the torture would continue where it left off... that Kyoko would press and continue to squeeze her core in an act of teaching her a lesson. However Kyoko began to instead slide her hands over her bare stomach, spreading some form of cream or oil that left a trail across her soft skin.

"W... what are you doing?" Eve whispered in shock, caught off guard by what was happening, wondering what nefarious plan Kyoko had for her. Though her core was still sore, her straining abs began to slowly ease a bit, as Kyoko seemed to begin massaging her midriff. She spread the oils across Eve's alluring core, and what began as painful at first.. soon began to feel somewhat relaxing, easing Eve's tensions and woes at least a little.

[Fairy Dragon]

Eve's fears remained until Kyoko's hand came down, showing she had put a little fear into the DJ through the match like she wanted. She was all too aware of how easy it would be to just go right back to work with no one to stop her, part of her even wanted to do exactly that but now was the time to be smart. Kyoko had an offer on the mind and it didnt take a genius to tell you that beating someone up was not the best sales pitch, but helping them a bit might.

"What am I doing? Well right now after beating the crap out of you and making you submit Im makng sure I didn't break anything while you sit and stare in fear. But trust me being afraid of me is the smartest thing you did today." Kyoko said with her hand moving across the slender abs of Eve trying to get to every part of that belly while she had the chance and pressing down here and there. Her eyes wouldnt leave Eve's face while she worked feeling out the slimmer womens body in her moment of weakness.

[thesteedman]

Slowly, Kyoko's hands continued to massage out the worse of the tensions within Eve's strained abs. Her core seemed to relax a little, though with the oils being spread across her entire midriff, her stomach was left glistening within the low light, highlighting each curve and defined muscle to create an intoxicating sight. Eve's form was a marvel to behold, with the British DJ finding herself unable to supress a low moan from her parting lips when Kyoko continued to work magic, giving the slender middleweight a stomach massage as her hands would firmly press and glide over her bare midriff.

Eve bit on her lower lip, feeling Kyoko's eyes staring towards her own angelic features. With Kyoko positioned as she was upon her hips, Eve knew she could go nowhere, simply allowing her rival of tonight to continue. Eve had feared the worst when Kyoko had carried her crushed and defeated form away, but now she was not so certain what to think. Even when Eve's entire midriff was slowly coated in a film of oil, Kyoko continued to trace and slowly glide her hands across her firm stomach, feeling every inch.
"W... well.... Thank you." Eve whispered in return. Given Kyoko did not have to do what she was doing, it felt only right to offer thanks... and in truth, Eve could not deny that the massage felt good, making her bite on her lower lip ever so slightly.
"Is this what you do to all of your defeated opponents?"

[Fairy Dragon]

Eve's reaction was an understandable one, given the trash talking that had gone on during the match and with Kyoko's reputation of hurting opponents past the point that it's necessary Eve must of thought she was in for a long night at Kyoko's mercy. But Kyoko had other plans, at least for now while she was tending to the wounded DJ's body and watching her slowly enjoy it even if it did cause her a bit of pain. Kyoko nearly snorted when she asked if this was something she did all the time.

"Not in the slightest. Often I'm content to leave them in the ring crying, other times I'm compelled to take those bodies they're so proud of and working it until its beaten raw. In fact I'm half tempted to do that now, I imagine I could get alot of fun out this belly of yours." Kyoko explained casually sternly making it clear she was in control as she slightly pressed her fingers against Eve's stomach. "But lets just say this decisive victory got me in a good mood. You looked like you could use some help, so of course here's me..being oh so helpful." Kyoko added her lips curing into a smirk now that she had Eve pacified and unsure what her next move would be.

[thesteedman]

Eve felt Kyoko firmly press her fingers into her bare stomach, causing her abs to strain a little. Eve closed her eyes, her lips parting to moan but no sound escaping as Kyoko let her know she was still in control of the situation. The press eased, and Eve winced, relaxing slightly but not much. Kyoko continued to work out some of the knots in her body, getting a feel for every inch of Eve's alluring midriff. With Kyoko's thighs tucked against her hips, Eve realised there was nowhere to go. She was for all intentional purposes, a captive of Kyoko's right now.

She listened to Kyoko speak and laugh about the fate of her defeated foes, which naturally made Eve curious why she was being treated differently. Why did Kyoko take her backstage?... Why was she looking after her now? There was more questions and when Kyoko would answer them, she was only creating more questions. Pushing too much would no doubt turn Kyoko's mood, and having already listened to her threats... Eve thought it best not to question things too much... at least not too frequently.
"Well... once again... Thank you." Eve whispered a little nervously, knowing a few wrong words could shift the massage into belly torture.

"So.... where do I rank?" Eve whispered soon after, looking to change the subject to something lighter to help keep Kyoko's mood light. She looked down at her own midriff, purposefully tensing up her stomach despite some ails it caused her, biting on her lower lip.
"My stomach that is... I hear you have a bit of a thing for a good belly. How does mine stack against the rest?" Eve whispered in a somewhat alluring manner.

[Fairy Dragon]

Eve's concerns seemed to slowly die down but it was clear she was smart enough to not fully relax, while Kyoko's intentions were fine now she was still a dangerous person to be around in her current state and Kyoko couldn't guarantee that she might have a change of heart and treat her exactly like Eve feared she would. All she could guarantee was that it was not her initial intent, but Eve almost seemed to lean into something else when she began asking Kyoko just what she meant. Kyoko raised an eyebrow at the dangerous game Eve was playing, tensing her abs during Kyoko's inspection of them but she continued with it.

"Stronger the most, without a doubt more appealing than the average one. More defined once you actually feel it rather than look at it. Not nearly the strongest one, but you took a hell of a beating before I got that submission from you so I see plenty of potential." Kyoko pulled her hand and would run a ringer across the slick belly in front of her before she got closer to Eve's face with her own. "Tell me, you are looking for ways to improve, aren't you?" Kyoko whispered back at Eve, her hand giving Eve's body a pat.