Squeeze Thy Neighbor (for Liesmith)

[Winter]

For another few heartbeats, Lise doubted. Even as Isa's legs fell away from her in an effort to escape the tickles, she doubted. Even as she completed the coiling of her legs into a ramrod-straight, ankle-locked snare that no one had ever escaped from with merely the strength of their hands and arms, she doubted. Especially as Isa made noises against her fleshy face-prison that sent enough stimulation coursing through Lise's body that the words "Anh, God" fell from her mouth, Lise doubted. Somehow, Isa's legs would find their way around the Belgian's head, where they should have landed. Somehow, much less likely, Isa's pulling at her thighs would provide her escape.

But neither ever happened, and once Lise saw that Isa's flailing legs could not reach her lest the woman managed a feat of athleticism that she had never witnessed in her short years of wrestling, she realized - she had her. Perhaps not permanently, but... for now.

Lise, as if she gripped to life itself, squeezed every muscle from her core down to her calves and flexed her feet with all of her might to keep Isa tame and in the place she had now trapped her. People must have felt this same anxious thrill swimming with sharks. Carefully, almost gingerly, while her body remained rigid, Lise kept a hand on one of Isa's feet, ready to tickle it if the beautiful temptress tried to get clever, and used the other elbow to roll so that she rested atop her prey.

Still Isa wailed and complained, sending a few shivers up Lise's back. When she knocked her out, she would stop doing all that distracting talking right into Lise's lower half...

Slowly, tentatively once she resided on top, Lise glanced away from Isa's wild legs long enough to turn and see the desperate green eyes barely poking from the top of her glutes. What a beautiful sight. ...And one that might have made Lise feel guilty if the adrenaline did not pump wildly and aggressively through her veins - adrenaline that told her she needed to keep squeezing because she likely barely had control of this dangerous woman.

As tightly as she had ever bearhugged any midriff, Lise grabbed Isa's legs at the calves and hugged them to her chest so that the temptress could not have moved them back around the redhead if she tried. Then - and only then - did she have the confidence to merely hold tight and speak. "Sorry, Isa, but you don't listen... so I had to grab your attention. And your head."

Could Isa hear her through her own thick thighs? Probably not.

[Liesmith]

Isa had been squeezed before, of course. Not by anyone like Arlise but she knew what to expect. But Arlise took it to the next level. Woozily, she wondered – with a complete lack of sympathy – if this is what her opponents and victims had felt?

Where before, slim toned legs had squeezed her neck, now she had full sized tree trunks crushing everything from her shoulders to her jaw, pressing so tightly that Isa feared she could hear things popping and crackling in her neck as the vice drew tighter. And that arse Arlise loved to flaunt was almost her whole world, the Irish girl all but drowning in an ocean of thigh and glute.

She thrashed and struggled only to find herself slammed on her back, her redheaded neighbour now dominantly posed atop her with the leverage to pulse her already crushing python hold even tighter.

Isa made one last attempt to kick her legs up, find Arlise’s cheating neck and wring it but –

A pair of strong arms lashed around them, hugging them to a soft chest, and Isa was done.

For a while, a brief while, Isa’s hands would continue to pull and push at the curvy marble-hard muscle swallowing her head and neck as though she’d ever had a chance of moving them. She wailed her protests into the encroaching flesh, unable to hear Arlise’s replies if the redhead was even making any, unable to understand how or why things had spun so far out of control.

Then her hands were just beating futilely against Arlise’s meaty quads and hamstrings, her struggles turning limp as her strength seemed to wilt away. Was she still struggling? Or was it a last minute attempt to persuade the redhead to mercy?

Her eyes fluttered. The world went black as inner thigh muscles like twisted steel crunched her arteries shut, cutting off any blood or air supply she might once have enjoyed.

And Isa slumped, limbs sagging lifelessly to the floor.

[Winter]

As she felt Isa's hands desperately pulling, teasing, slapping, and squeezing at the back of both her pale thighs - and not to mention all over her ass - to go along with the cries that the temptress kept sending in small vibrations through her body, Titania felt... like a conqueror. After staring at Isa's dusky, wiggling legs and feet as she held tight to them, as if they could conjure some great feat of slipping from her grip, the Belgian again peered over her shoulder. She believed she saw less of Isa this time... she wondered if she had managed to crush the woman in those few inches tighter since Lise did have some softer flesh to go with her muscle, or if Isa's struggling had left her in more of a predicament than before.

Either way... her prey faded, and Lise chewed on the inside of her lip, awash with all sorts of satisfaction.

And Isa was fading. The slaps came slower, almost amounting to taps, and the struggle present in the rest of her body waned - to the point that Lise felt comfortable easing off on her hug. Truth be told, she needed Isa to go still soon... She continued her violent, rigid squeezing, and she could feel the beginnings of a cramp forming in her glute as they stayed locked so tightly for so long. "Give into it, Isa. It's for the best..."

Almost at the beckoning of her words, the fighting... stopped. Lise, suspicious, peered back behind her ass one more time, leaning a touch higher this time so she could see more of Isa's face.

She found Isa red, smushed, and peaceful between her thighs, her eyes having slid shut. Lise narrowed her eyes, not quite trusting that the woman had fallen unconscious... then again, if she had survived Lise's scissors that long, the Belgian needed more practice. She eeeeased the tension in her legs, finding them sore from the exertion, and let Isa's head slip out and down to the mat. The way Isa did not try to support it, letting it fall flat to the soft surface, told her all she needed to know... and the predator smirked.

She let go of Isa's legs and sat up onto Isa's chest, taking stock of the fallen, bikini-clad beauty below her, and Lise let loose a breath of relief. "Now she'll listen...", she said to herself.

Still moving with nervous energy since she only had a few moments to get ready before Isa roused, the redhead switched to part two of her scheme... which she almost forgot with her mind racing. Giving herself a tiny slap on the cheek to reel herself in, Lise scooted back. No doubt Isa would rouse with all the fight in her in the world after that... so Lise needed to rob her of breath and blood both before she could go any further. She did not put the weight of her rear down on Isa yet, not wanting to wake her too quickly... but she hovered, her ass inches from Isa's face, and slowly shifted Isa's head from off of the floor and onto one of her calves... the prime position to lock her into an upright figure-four that would keep her legs from reaching Lise and make sure Titania took all the fight out of her.

[Liesmith]

Isa swam slowly back to consciousness, awareness dawning on her gradually rather than all at once.

She was lying down. Huh. Weird. And her neck hurt. Jaw too.

Her eyes fluttered, then blinked open expecting to see the ceiling of her bedroom, white and plain and boring.

Instead… well, she got pale. Twin pale moons hovered over her, plush and full, beyond them a luscious mane of crimson hair cascading down a muscular back.

And just like that, Isa remembered.

The contest.

Coming to the door, the words she’d shared with Arlise. Lying down. Then-

Was that a calf under her neck? One of Isa’s hands came up, tentatively explored the silky-smooth skin of the pale thigh far too close to her already sore neck for the groggy Temptress to feel even a little comfortable. The power lurking under the curves was unmistakeable and it didn’t take much to connect those dots now she was starting to remember how she’d ended up here.

“Wait,” her voice was a hoarse, panicked croak; Isa swallowed hard, tried again, “Wait, ‘Lise, don’t-“

She didn’t like to consider herself a coward but the last thing she wanted was to end up between those legs again so soon; more, she could barely make her arms move right now. She was helpless.

But maybe, she groggily thought, if she could just keep Arlise talking… she could turn the tables?

[Winter]

Lise continued to hover, peering back at the Irishwoman's peaceful face for a few more beats before she turned back to look at the powerful body beneath her... and rubbed hands over her own legs to ease that crampy feeling in them. Those pythonic legs Lise had feared when the woman had stripped down into this divine bikini... and now they presented no risk. Lise had a temptation to reach over and touch them but resisted even as her hand lifted to do so before it found its way to her chin as if pondering. Not only would touching Isa potentially rouse her before Lise had the proper time to prep the woman for more "lessons," but she also felt it might get into the realm of odd to touch her unconscious neighbor too much.

And for that matter, Lise could feel that touch of shame - about her dishonesty and deceit - creep into her psyche again. But... she had already done the worst part, hadn't she? She could not back out now when her plan worked so well already, and she could not take back her actions. And... as she stared down at such a dangerous foe, motionless beneath her, her heartrate amped up again for entirely different reasons - she had not left anyone in this state for a long time.

Noticing almost too late that she became lost in her thoughts, Lise's eyes flew wide and she looked over her shoulder - to see Isa looking back, clearly dazed and confused. She almost jumped when she felt the other woman's hand brush over her thigh, but when she realized it amounted to more of a caress than an escape attempt... she smirked, deeply. If she had felt powerful before...

"Those are better than you thought they could be, huh?", she asked, putting her own hand on her thigh beside where Isa felt of them. Before she could add more, Isa choked out a clear and evident don't that Lise blinked, blankly, as if she did not understand. She felt comfortable - Isa would have to near break her neck to swing her legs high enough to so much as brush Lise, with the redhead basically sitting on her.

To emphasize who found herself in charge, she rested a heavy, pale cheek against Isa's cheek... though the one that belonged to her face, not the other one. Between the calf and the cheek, Isa might think twice before acting. "Don't what? Squeeze you out again?"

[Liesmith]

While she was in no position to reply, her throat still choked with the dry grit of unconsciousness, Isa would have to admit that – yes – Arlise’s legs were indeed far more than she’d expected.

Her pride still forbade her from even considering the redhead’s gams a match for her infamous set but her neighbour’s lower limbs were seemingly sculpted from smooth, pale marble – sure, her skin was soft and there was a curvy softness but under that? Solid, crushing power.

Even just thinking of it made Isa’s jaw ache – most girls she’d been squeezed by had leaner legs, the sort that cut under the jawline to slice straight into the soft flesh of her neck and press right on her carotids. That was the quick, easy way to a quick KO. Isa’s own weapons, she knew from experience, did do that – her inner thigh muscles honed to a lethal degree by her years of pole dancing but with a thickness and softness that also allowed her to engulf her victims’ jaws in her grip.

Arlise’s legs, though, didn’t have those insane adductors. Hers were just soft flesh with slabs of muscle hidden underneath, making for a smothering, suffocating embrace as her anaconda thighs squeezed her unlucky victim’s jaw to the breaking point and her glutes engulfed their faces.

Isa hated it.

But even if she couldn’t or wouldn’t admit it out loud, the unattractive blue tinge to her features, the pallor beneath her well-tanned skin spoke to just how effective Titania’s vice grip had been (not to mention the dazed, disconcerted set to her eyes).

All of which meant that, when Arlise let her weight settle a bit on Isa’s face, her butt pressing firmly against the Temptress’ cheek, that panicked look began to seep back into Isa’s features.

Even just that small change was enough to cinch the figure-four in a little, choking off whatever Isa had been about to say. All she could do in reply to the Belgian woman’s question was beg with her eyes, not even daring to move her head lest she make it worse for herself.

At the same time, she could feel the sensation flowing back into her body. Hoping Arlise’s attention was firmly on her face, she flexed her fingers slightly – soon her legs would follow. It’d be a challenge to catch Arlise with them, where the redhead was perched, but Isa was definitely more flexible than the redhead would be expecting.

She just needed to keep Arlise talking…

[Winter]

Isa did not have much to say, a fact that broadened the satisfaction in Lise's smile. Of course, she did not give Isa much in the way of ability to speak, even without covering her mouth - surely her rear felt heavy against Isa's cheek. But the message the Irishwoman tried to send through her half-spoken words and the look of desperation in her pretty green eyes rang clear. She didn't want Lise squeezing her again, and putting that amount of fear into someone who surely put fear into everyone she wrestled filled Lise with confidence... and perhaps, made her bolder.

Isa did remain dangerous, and Lise did not let her focus on that fact waver too much. But how often did a girl get a chance to squeeze out the self-appointed Squeeze Queen? The need to gloat filled her nearly as much as the need to settle the score with Isa about their rules as neighbors, and Lise could think of one way to do so while keeping her "opponent" from making any sudden moves.

She unceremoniously scooted back, swallowing Isa's face with her rear but not squeezing down on the woman - a good way to blind her. With that done, Lise reached forward, grabbed one of Isa's legs, and then leaned back into hear seated position, bringing it with her. She had heard about Isa's flexibility, so she would not hurt her leg too badly holding it like this...

And she could send a message. Once she had a good grip on Isa, her elbow hooking around the beautiful temptress' knee, she scooted forward again, giving Isa a touch of breathing room. Perhaps even the ability to speak. But at the same time, her thighs clenched a little tighter, nuzzling Isa into a position where Lise could sink into the full force of the figure-four at a moment's notice.

"I keep hearing you're the 'Squeeze Queen,' Isa. That must be what you think, and that must be where you got that attitude," she said, sounding almost like a chastening schoolmistress. She peered at the leg she had trapped, smacking her palm against the meaty thigh a few times. "But I'm safe from these beauties, and you're stuck in my legs. I may have you dethroned..."

She peered back at the slightly-more-visible Isa, a challenge in her eyes.

[Liesmith]

Stuck under her neighbour with nowhere to go, Isa had hoped she might be able to keep the redhead talking – in her limited experience, Arlise liked to talk. So maybe she’d talk?

But, as Isa was finding increasingly, she really didn’t know Arlise at all.

Instead, with no words or warning, the redhead shifted her weight and suddenly Isa’s eyes went from half-closed and groggy to wide with panic as that big, curvy backside – near a match for her own – descended fully on her again, blotting out the light and submerging her under an avalanche of toned flesh.

But she didn’t feel the squeeze. Instead, she felt strong fingers seize her leg before Arlise pulled it up to past a ninety degree angle, tucking it behind an elbow. Isa mewed in protest, the position uncomfortable though not painful for the pole dancer – it was more humiliating than anything else.

Then the redhead shifted. At first, it was sweet relief, the encroaching glutes pulling away to leave Isa panting furiously for air.

But she was too practiced a scissor artist herself not to notice the subtle shifts as Arlise adjusted her position and the thighs closed that little bit tighter around her. Next time Arlise moved, Isa’s nose would be right back between those twin cheeks again, smothered even more deeply than before.

Defiance and concern filled Isa, the raven-maned Temptress loathing every second she was caught tight in Arlise’s coils, with her neck locked in a threatening vice and her leg held tight almost casually. The relaxed way the redhead just slapped her thigh, like it was a slab of meat she was examining rather than a dangerous weapon that had ended more than a few matches, added a frisson of impotent rage – this wasn’t how this was supposed to go! And she still didn’t understand why or how it had all gone so terribly wrong.

Staring up at Arlise’s cool slate-grey eyes as the Belgian woman taunted her, Isa pressed her lips together in a pout, hating everything about this.

Then she exploded.

“Yeah? Well dethrone this!” the Irishwoman snarled suddenly, aware that it made no sense and not caring in the least.

Clumsily, still not fully recovered, Isa went to shove Arlise forward at the same time as she pulled the redhead forward with the leg so dismissively caught in Arlise’s arm. If she could rock the other woman forward just a little… Her other leg kicked up, awkwardly trying to hook her calf or ankle around Arlise’s neck to pull her down to where Isa could wrap the redhead up and show her who the real Squeeze Queen was.

Or, at least, just get out from under the other woman’s weight.

It was a stupid idea. But only if it didn’t work.

[Winter]

Almost more than she could hear it, Lise could feel the small mewl that came from Isa as she smothered the beauty in ass and grabbed hold of her leg as something of an early battle trophy. The reaction made Lise hmm contentedly in her throat. She figured she could pull these antics off, yes, but she did not know she would have Isa making such noises already. Sometimes she amazed herself... almosr as much as she came up disappointed. But the Belgian felt no such disappointment with Isa trapped, and she could not have enjoyed the sight of Isa's pouting face more when she glanced back over her shoulder, with Isa's leg now "belonging" to her.

Chances were, in her state of glee and... distraction as she dominated one of the sexiest women she had ever laid eyes on wearing an equally sexy bikini, admiring the woman's leg as much as her frustrations, Titania may not have had an ounce of luck stopping Isa's sudden onslaught of power - if Isa's words had not preluded what would come.

The words instantly setting alarm bells off in the redhead's mind, Lise stiffened and straightened and barely kept from toppling limply over the moment Isa tried to thrust her forward. But she did topple given Isa's strength. All became serious quickly, and Lise flew into survival mode, giving up on holding onto Isa's lifted leg. She searched rapidly for the other one, which, sure enough, started to shift up in an effort to hook her head. Two minutes ago, Isa, with all her senses at their best, would have snagged her and ended Lise's night far earlier than the Belgian wished.

But Lise possessed that extra half-second of reaction time, and she used it to fall elbow-first on the leg opposite of the one she had held, slamming it to the mat under her careening weight for the brief moment she needed to go back on the offensive. With her legs coiled right, Lise needed to only fully form them into the figure-four - her calf shoved Isa's face fully into contact with her ass, her thighs coiled, and one foot locked behind her knee while the other pointed toward the ceiling. Knowing she had Isa buried deep, Lise, panting, arched her back again so she could reach behind her and grab the elevated foot to tighten the hold that much more.

This time, she did not take the time to look back - she just coiled everything and squeezed, hoping Isa's legs missed on their second attempt to nab her... or only for a couple more precious breaths Isa would not have.

[Liesmith]

Isa knew immediately things weren’t going right, even if she didn’t know why.

When she gave Arlise that big shove, it was meant to catch the redhead off guard and, in combination with that downward pull of Isa’s leg, pull her down to where the other, rising leg could catch her.

So all sorts of alarm bells rang in Isa’s head when Arlise somehow rode out the first push.

Gathering her strength, Isa tried again and this time her neighbour did topple forward. Desperate now, she threw everything into getting her leg up, already angling her foot for that crucial hook-

Only to cry out in surprise as much as pain as Arlise drove the sharp point of her elbow squarely into the nerve right above her knee. The limb spasmed, twisted and then Arlise had it pinned to the mat, under her weight.

Isa shouted, a wordless bellow of frustration, right before she was shoved right back into the Belgian’s pale, powerful glutes. There was just enough give to the toned flesh to almost absorb her face, drowning everything below her wide green eyes, but with honed, potent muscle beneath the curves – and she could already feel it closing down around her, the world starting to go woozy as the pressure mounted.

Arlise was all around her, a shapely calf pressing against the back of her skull, forcing her deeper and deeper into the soft silky hell of the Belgian’s tautly toned assets while thickly built thighs closed in from either side.

Isa grabbed at the legs strangling her – not because she thought she could pull her way free, but maybe she could make enough of a space to allow her to breath. At the same time, she kicked her legs up again, taking another stab at ensnaring Arlise’s pretty little head in a figure four of her own.

But, if she was honest, her chances weren’t good the first time and now, with her head all a whirl and Arlise forewarned, they were certainly not getting any better.