In Her Service

[BlackAkuma]

The belly-to-belly was a high impact move, and it would’ve made no small amount of noise in a wrestling ring. Here, though, the impact created by two muscular bodies created a sonorous boom, one that must have echoed through the mansion and perhaps a bit beyond. In most normal circumstances, with more mundane homes of this nature, that would have caused the help to come running, and it would have been the same if such a noise came from other rooms…but not this one. Kayla’s staff were accustomed to all manner of queer noising coming from the Baroness’ room, and knew they weren’t signs of distress. Not of Stephanie’s distress, at least, which was all they had to be concerned about.

This was not a rare activity for Stephanie, but giving a compliment and heaping favor on her servants? That was far rarer, and Kayla found herself cherishing the approval. A blush came to her face, and it wasn’t solely from the fact that she was on top of this magnificent woman, feeling her body beneath, letting their unyielding muscles slide against each other in a scrumptious embrace.

”Baroness, I…I…” She started to speak, but found it growing harder, as the deadly thighs of the Baroness clamped down around her sides, pulling her into the sacred trap that had ensnared so many. Kayla groaned as her innards were pulped between those iron thighs, then brought her arms up in defense, tucking them tight around her chest to keep from being wrapped up any further. It was only a stopgap measure, however, something to keep the situation from worsening.

”I would be honored to assist you, Baroness.” She kept her voice as dignified as she could manage, despite having her insides compressed. She tried to push forward and brought one leg up, planting a foot on the floor to alleviate some of the insane pressure and make Stephanie’s hold awkward.

”But are you certain? Truly certain? It has been a long while since I competed, and-” She bit her lip to hold back an undignified cry of pain. ”I wouldn’t…wouldn’t want to do you a disservice.”

[thesteedman]

The Baroness bit on her lower lip as Kayla expertly managed to shift one of her legs to try and keep some advantage against the grapple she had upon her. It worked a little, making it more awkward for Stephanie to lock the hold where she wanted, still having her legs a little too low on Kayla's torso. In truth though she was still confident she could squeeze a potential submission, it would just take longer to do... something that within hindsight sounded a little more appealing as the Baroness hooked her dangerous legs a little tighter around her hips, bringing her lead Maid deeper between her ever lethal thighs. It would be a slow process to be certain, but Baroness had all night, and a submission would not quite bring an end to things either.

"You dare to doubt my resolve?" The Baroness would then respond in a low manner, dripping with intent as she listened to the Maid begin to question whether she was worthy. The Baroness was not angry to be certain, aware Kayla meant no disrespect, but she could not help but react in such a way, knowing full well how much dread it would put into her head Maid, whilst also giving her the excuse she desired to go a little harder upon her. Not that she ever needed an excuse, but it was all part of the mind games Stephanie liked to play.

All at once, her legs wrapped tighter, moving with more precision and purpose, locking onto Kayla's hips. Her thighs seemed to tense up, pressing in against Kayla's form whilst her calves began to dig into her lower back, locking in her sensual looking and unique bodyscissor hold. With Kayla clad in so little, it was a perfect scenario for the Baroness, who enjoyed a scantily clad form between her legs more than anything. It was why she made a habit of stripping her unsuspecting opponents down to little... or why she often tossed a foe outside of the rings for her Maids to do the same whilst she distracted the referee.

The Baroness enjoyed a good female form, having a particular interest in the midriff area after the beauty of their angelic faces. Kayla fit the bill to a T. She was both stunning and so splendidly built in form, and feeling her core tense and strain as she began to squeeze harder only intoxicated the Baroness the more. For the second time she bit on her lower lip, near moaning as she began to tighten her constricting grasp upon Kayla, looking to bring her low where she could potentially adjust her scissor for a more brutal squeeze against her waist!

"You should know by now that I make no decision lightly. Of course I am certain." The Baroness whispered, before going for a long and gruelling squeeze.
"Naturally it would be an honour to serve me so... but I have yet to hear you confirm your answer truly. So tell me... are you willing to wrestle for me?" The Baroness would ask once more, feigning annoyance. She waited for Kayla's lips to part, before she would indulge in another cruel game of hers, looking to squeeze Kayla tight to leave her breathless before she could answer!

[BlackAkuma]

This was not an ideal position to be in, but Kayla was doing her best to survive within the Baroness’ deadly clutches. She had watched this woman grind so many of her foes to dust between these thighs, had seen the process firsthand, and she had tended to many of the maids that found themselves spending the night in these chambers. More than anyone, she could attest to the way Stephanie could leave a body in such a short amount of time, and she realized that any respite, nor matter how small, was precious in a match against her.

She had ideas for how to turn this back around, and was even in the process of implementing them, summoning the strength to rise up even further and make the Baroness’ hold tenuous. It might have worked, it might not have, but it soon became a moot point, as the Baroness’ spoke and reason took a temporary leave from Kayla’s mind. Idiot! Of course the Baroness knew what she was doing. If she said that Kayla was ready for the ring, then who was she to doubt that judgment? This wouldn’t be an honor she would bestow lightly, after all, but something that would come from meticulous planning and careful consideration. There would be no questioning it, no doubting it. If the Baroness wanted it to be so, it would be so. End of line.

Those thoughts, damning as they were, made Kayla hesitate, and to paraphrase the saying: ‘She who hesitates, is lost’.

Kayla’s cry rang through the room as the Baroness’ legs clamped down with far greater force than before, pulling her deep into the crushing embrace. She fell back to one knee, as her hands went to push at the iron thighs, but they might as well have been trying to pry apart the metal bars on a cage. The Baroness’ legs were inflexible and unyielding, a relentless coil that only closed tighter with each second.

”Forgive…forgive me.” Kayla’s apology came from muttering lips, before she threw her head back for a long whine, as the Baroness gave her a harsh jolt of pressure. She flopped forward and gasped, taking in as much oxygen as she could with each breath, knowing how important they would be. She brought her head forward to rest on that soft chest, panting and sweating and wheezing as the offer was made once again.

This time, she knew the right answer, and she opened her mouth to give it, only for another burst of power to steal her breath away. Her body trembled and shook as her hands came up to paw at the Baroness's shoulders, while her head stayed down in total supplication.

”Ye…” She tried to find the air to say one word. Just one word. ”Yeeeeee….”

[thesteedman]

This was without a doubt her favourite part.

There was something almost addictive about watching her prey slowly writhe and pry whilst within her deadly embrace. Such was the strength of her legs, that the Baroness did not need to straighten them to get the most out of her power. In truth if she really did straighten her legs and go for it, no doubt it was not beyond her to cause injury against her prey. The Baroness was happy to do this, enjoying the sight of Kayla's straining midriff as she began to arch and pry uselessly. The feel of her fine form between her thighs certainly stirred inner feelings, and the Baroness could not help but bite her own lower lip in a seductive and longing manner, letting a soft and quiet moan slip from her lips.

The breathless cries of desperation was music to Stephanie's ears, especially when one as intoxicating and as exposed as Kayla was trapped. She watched her chest heave for each strained breath, her abs strain to where it looked like they might burst, all whilst her hands struggled and her toes curled. The Baroness eased her form back, squeezing just that little bit tighter, seeing how desperate her prey became... but after a few long an agonising seconds, the Baroness relented her grip. She breathed deep herself, licking her lips in a hungry fashion. No.... it was too early for such a moment. She saved such a hold for the end of her session, it was how she finished off her captives, and she was far from done with Kayla for tonight. Slowly unwrapping her legs from Kayla, she allowed her a few precious seconds to regain her composure and breath, before the French beauty elegantly arisen to her feet. She grasped Kayla by her hair, looking to pull her upwards with her, wrapping her arms around her body once she was up right.

"That is more like it." The Baroness whispered, her lips brushing over Kayla's after hearing her struggled response whilst she had been crushed. Her arms began to squeeze Kayla tightly, trapping her arms against her sides, purposely pressing her bare midriff to grind deep against her head Maid's as she locked in a gruelling bearhug. It felt like she was about to kiss Kayla, her lips teasing her own ever so softly, as if guiding her in... but soon enough the Baroness revealed her true intentions, using her impressive strength to flip Kayla, tossing her onto the bed with a releasing Belly to Belly suplex. The Baroness giggled, watching the Maid bounce on the massive custom fashioned bed, before the Baroness began to crawl onto it in a teasing and seductive manner, moving slowly but purposely, as if she were a lioness stalking its prey.

[BlackAkuma]

It was a strange thing, to be in the Baroness’ clutches. It put Kayla in limbo, keeping her between paradise and damnation.

On the one hand, she cherished every touch that Stephanie allowed her to have, seeing it for the unbidden honor that it truly was. At times, she felt like she was the only one in the world who could truly appreciate what it meant to have this skin upon her, to have these muscles crushing her, to look in the eyes of such a superior woman and see the hunger, that animalistic lust.

On the other hand, there was so much pain. Kayla had been trained to resist torture, was taught to push her way through it, but even she found there was little resisting the Baroness’ unwavering embrace. Like this, her mistress could’ve gotten anything for her, could’ve made her say anything, but there was ultimately only thing she was interested in - her suffering.

And Kayla did suffer, right up until the point that the Baroness released here. She felt it would be a temporary reprieve, and she couldn't have been more accurate, as the next move was to haul her up to her feet by the hair. The others had the habit of calling her the Iron Maid when they thought they couldn't hear her, but that title didn’t seem to fit her well at the moment. She was far closer to putty than any sort of metal.

”Baroness, I-” Her words were cut short as Stephanie drew her into her grasp, pulling her in for a tight hug. For one, golden moment, the two of them were close, so close, and her lips grazed along Kayla’s sliding flesh against flesh. It was the prelude to a kiss, and she couldn't have been happier to receive it. After seeing her bestow the gift on so many unworthy women over the years, she knew it was her turn.

But, alas, it was not to be. This time.

Kayla let out an undignified squawk as she was sent sailing through the air, flipping high and tossed onto the bed with an unceremonious flop. She bounced once, twice, then ended up on her chest with the world spinning around her, her equilibrium thoroughly off-kilter, but not so much that she couldn't see the pale jungle cat striding towards her. Knowing that her time was short, Kayla tried to push up to her hands and knees so she could at least muster a proper stance, but it was rough going. She was a wounded animal, with a predator closing in…

[thesteedman]

It was something of a shame to see Kayla fold so easily, but at the same time so intoxicating. For certain, Kayla was the best of her Maids. When it came to one on one encounters, none could best her, not even the biggest and the strongest of the Maids. Kayla's technique was fantastic, her experience a powerful asset, and her form simply a beauty to behold both to gaze upon and to see in action. She was something of an all-rounder, having skill in all fields with power and speed to help excel where she needed to. In a serious match, it was certainly not beyond Kayla to take on and even best the Baroness. For one she knew exactly how Stephanie fought, knew of her whims and desires. A smart and quick mind like her own meant that she could easily use Baroness' obsessions against her and slowly pick her apart if she fought tactically enough.

Baroness knew she was perfectly capable of holding her own against even the best the LAW had to offer, and the Baroness was no exception... would it not be for her own obsessions with the Baroness herself. Kayla always started strong, but the Baroness could bore into her mind so easily. A simple caress, a stroke in the right place, or a mere tease of the lips, and Kayla always turned into putty, so easily moulded and manipulated. Even now she was in trouble, having endured a brief but draining squeeze from her thighs, with Baroness' taunting and teasing ways all but laying on the finishing blow. In a slow, purposeful yet seductive fashion, the Baroness was already slithering her stunning form up against Kayla's when she tried to regain her composure.

Her movements were hypnotic, Stephanie's binding of Kayla near serpentine like, as she slithered her limbs in a smooth manner to entwine with Kayla's own. In a moment of precision, Stephanie managed to slide her legs against Kayla's own, enjoying the feel of her powerful limbs as their flesh slid together. Her arms took Kayla's own, grasping at her wrists and stretching them out upon the bed, before Stephanie shivered in delight, feeling her bare midriff grind up against Kayla's own washboard and magnificent midriff. The Baroness moaned in a low and sultry manner, before slowly spreading her powerful legs outwards, taking Kayla's with her in a perfectly applied Grapevine.

Everything about this was perfect, feeling every inch of Kayla against her own marvellous form, enjoying so much skin contact, enjoying the feel of her bare stomach against her own, all whilst hunting for moans and soft groans from Kayla, slowly stretching her in the sensual yet torturous hold.
"Let us see how long you can last against me." The Baroness whispered, once again teasing Kayla as she breathed against her neck, nipping ever so softly at her ear, before she stretched out her limbs once more!

[BlackAkuma]

It was so easy to get lost in the Baroness. Too easy. Even for someone like Kayla, who was accustomed to combat in life or death situations, something about this woman cut to the nerves. She had seen it the first time they fought, so many years ago, when she was first captivated by her haunting beauty. It wasn’t any one aspect of her that drew you in, but the culmination. Her words, like a spider’s web, drawing you in and tickling your ear. Her skin, so soft and welcoming, begging to be touched. Her caress, warm and pleasing, exciting you and making your blood race through the veins.

It was a spell, a kind of magic she weaved, and Kayla could think of no way to break it. Even now, as the woman crept closer, she found herself in the Baroness’ thrall, an unmoving, unwavering victim.

She made an attempt at pushing her way up, tried to take some form of control, but the Baroness was all over her before she even had the chance. Moving along her body, their muscles slid against each other, meeting so well that she would’ve thought they were meant for each other, made to fit. Kayla threw back her head and arched her back, toes curling, gripping the sheets she threatened to rend them apart, as the object of her affection took her place on top of her. ”Yes, yes-” She spoke in between her breathless gasps. ”I’ll do as you wish, I’ll do anything, I’ll-”

Kayla had grown so wrapped up in the moment that she hadn't noticed where the Baroness’ legendary legs were going, but when the pressure was applied and the splitting began, there was no ignoring it. The Iron Maid yelped at the sudden pain, then let out a long, guttural moan as she was split wider and wider, her legs feeling as if they could come apart at the seams, tendons crying for release.

But it would all be worth it, all of it, if she could just get that one thing.

With the Baroness so close and nipping at her neck, Kayla tried to turn her head and bring their lips close together. She didn’t dare take a kiss on her own, but with their mouths so close, Stephanie was sure to close the gap on her own and give her the sweet bliss she craved…

[thesteedman]

Kayla could feel the soft skin of the Baroness' lips ever so slightly brush against her own. They teased softly but did not commit completely, despite her mouth parting and her lips all but pinching at Kayla's own. Each time it felt like her lips would finally meet with the Maid's, instead she was cruelly rewarded with a wider split of her legs, as their entwined limbs continued their dangerous dance, one the Baroness was clearly winning. Despite how locked the Grapevine was, It was almost more torturous being teased but denied the kiss. Especially as the Baroness softly and quietly groaned, no doubt enjoying the moment, watching as her prey had a begging look upon her beautiful features, only to be denied.

It was a terrible game, but the Baroness loved to play it. It was all so obvious what Kayla wanted from her. In truth, if she had not been so overt, the Baroness would have no doubt give her the pleasure of her company a long time ago. Yet, knowing what she desired, made it all the more fun the play with Kayla, teasing her, using her desires against her. It was a slight shame to be certain.. part of Baroness wanted to simply wrap her legs around Kayla, crush her to within an inch of her life and lock her lips upon her for a kiss Kayla would never forget. The temptation was always there, but there was something more gratifying in letting her yearn for her...

The Baroness was not completely unkind though, at least not from her own point of view. With a soft and seductive giggle, the Baroness began to position herself, posturing upwards. It put terrible strain upon the joints of Kayla as she continued to stretch out her legs, enjoying the feel of her bare limbs against her own. Yet soon enough, the Baroness managed to slowly grind her form upwards against Kayla's, getting a good feel of every inch of her chest and midriff as she did so. Kayla's form was pleasing to say the least, and the Baroness knew she could keep this hold all day if she wanted.

The French Tyrant had a little something in mind however, and given her current position, she smiled in a hungry manner, before she began to ease herself back down against her captive, with her well sized chest slowly creeping down to firmly smother over Kayla's features, soon engulfing and overwhelming her face in a deep darkness between her cleavage.
"You will do anything I hear?... That is good to know." The Baroness softly teased.

[BlackAkuma]

The grapevine was far from pleasant, but it was nothing that Kayla could not endure. She knew what this woman was capable of, had seen the way the Baroness could decimate a foe with her legs. Every part of her was lethal, every inch had destructive power, and if she willed it, she would rend the Iron Maid in two. This was only a taste of strength. She was drawing it out to enjoy Kayla’s suffering, and she was all too happy to provide those pleasing sensations to the Baroness. A willing victim, but a victim nonetheless.

But where was the kiss?

She had seen the Baroness lock lips with so many, had seen her drain her foes to mush in her embrace, and that final touch was always a part of it. She would come close to it so often, but it always remained out of reach, a forbidden fruit hanging on the highest limb.

”Please…” It was impudent to beg, but there was no helping it, as her entire body ached for that sweet release. She threw her head back and let out a frustrated moan, growling through her teeth as her muscles tensed, driven to the brink on this maddening. ”Baroness, I beg…”

Her breathless pleas were cut off as the woman’s chest descended and laid across her face, enveloping her in prison of flesh and taking away all air and light. Her struggles weakened, not just from the lack of air, but the serenity that came from this treasured place. She could feel the powerful muscles shifting under the Baroness’ skin, but her skin was soft and welcoming, it was impossible to be here and not be at ease.

Warm. Welcoming. Serene. Placid. Kayla’s body sagged beneath the Baroness as the fight began to flea her body, not knowing if she would ever see daylight again and not particularly caring.

[thesteedman]

The smother seemed to deepen as time passed, with Kayla's face being pulled in between Baroness' smothering breasts when it felt like there was no more room for her to inhabit. Yet deeper Kayla was pulled still, as the lifted grapevine began to spread outwards even further. There was a few muffled moans and groans, but Kayla by now was completely submissive, accepting of her fate and letting the Baroness have her way with her once more. No doubt Kayla would continue to be frustrated... she had all but begged for a kiss this time, something that was unbecoming of her. Though the notion of it actually fashioned a smile on Stephanie's lips, knowing she had teased and tortured her loyal subject. Pain was nothing compared to what she was doing to her... and it was showing.

As time passed, Kayla began to move less and less as the smother deepened still. The Baroness bit on her lower lip, enjoying the feel of her writhing, even as it diminished. Somewhat dangerously, the Baroness kept the smother going even after Kayla became unresponsive... no longer moving at all whilst her chest heaved for air. The Baroness did not care... she wanted Kayla out of it... completely.

Another dangerous minute passed, and ever so elegantly and delicately, the Baroness would finally lift her impressive chest from Kayla's features. The moment she did, air would fill Kayla's lungs, much needed but no longer enough to stir her from the forced slumber the Baroness had inflicted upon her. In a deft and almost serpentine movement, the Baroness would shift positions, wrapping her long legs around Kayla's waist, before turning the two and twisting until they were upright. A tight bodylock was viced in against Kayla's slender waist, as the Baroness locked in a second and even more deadly looking bodyscissors upon her. Still knocked out, Kayla could do nothing but lean back, exposing and stretching more of that intoxicating and well defined midriff of hers.

The Baroness moaned in an erotic manner, enjoying the feel of Kayla's defeated form, slowly beginning to constrict her waist with her ever so powerful legs. She ran a hand over Kayla's bare midriff, before sliding it upwards and over her Maid Bra clad chest. Slowly, she pulled Kayla's unconscious form towards herself, keeping a deep bodyscissors upon her.
"Is this what you wanted?" The Baroness would whisper, knowing now that Kayla was for certain asleep, and knowing full well she would not know that Stephanie had gifted her what she wanted. Slowly, the Baroness took Kayla's lips with her own, slipping her tongue to caress and slide against Kayla's own in a deep and sensual kiss. Her legs squeezed Kayla just a little more, whilst Baroness closed her own eyes, becoming lost in the moment, deepening her embrace along with the hungry kiss she had upon Kayla's lips. The beautiful part of all this... was that Kayla would never know, prompting a giggle from the Baroness, before she pulled Kayla in deeper still... both into the embrace and her longing kiss.