Abyssal Challenge [Sophia Wolfe - Hollywood Siren]

[thesteedman]

There was a large splash and a yelp that aired out when Siren was able to bring down her captive. Sophia barely was able to take in any air when she was pulled in off the pool wall mere moments from freedom. Fortunately Siren did not hold her down for long... but in the disorientating motions, by the time Sophia broke through the surface of the water to get some air, she failed to notice how Siren had placed herself between the German and the wall she needed to scale for freedom and victory. Before Sophia could react... before she could do anything else beyond catching her breath, a pair of bare and powerful legs wrapped and clamped tightly around Sophia's slender waist!

Such was the strength of the grip that Sophia found herself arching back, grimacing as her hands clutched at Siren's thighs, trying to loosen that vice like grip around her alluring form. Given the style of grip, much of Sophia's midriff was left exposed and in view for Siren, as she was able to witness her to die for abs straining as she tried to endure the growing pressure. Her toes curled, her heels arched and her head whipped back, trying to endure the initial crushing grip that now had her trapped just a stretch away from where Sophia needed to be to see freedom! It was quite a cruel fate to be certain, but Sophia showed no indication of giving up. She stretched her form, pushing hard, biting on her lower lip as she tried to free herself from the gruelling bodyscissor hold Siren had locked her within.

"Uugh! You have not defeated me yet..." Sophia whispered, her tone determined as the expression washed over her beautiful features. For certain, Sophia was a stunner of a woman, having a slender yet athletic and well-toned build. Her scar did not deter from her beauty, but instead only added mystery to her, even if the eye it ran past was half closed and slightly paler then the other. It was a perfect combination, possessing an alluring face and a tantalising body... and Siren was one of the rare few to catch sight of her clad in so little clothing as she was donned in her two piece swim wear, getting a great view of her form from head to toe.

Siren was aware though that she had to be careful. Despite weakening and becoming slowly exhausted, Sophia was still very dangerous and very capable! She could feel her strength even now, and slowly it looked like Sophia was about to attempt the same tactic that freed her from the bearhug! Slowly she looked to position her elbows against Siren's thighs, looking for the right spot to press down against... no doubt an attempt to escape the vice like squeeze!

[HotWheels]

There was that midsection. Siren's legs fumbled in the water at first, having trouble finding that toned midriff through the pressure of the water. Once one thigh slapped against that bare, pale skin, however, the other one snapped to attention to join it on the other side of Sophia's body. She reached out to grab and pull Sophia an inch or two closer in order to get her deeper between her thighs, but once she managed that, her ankles crossed. Knowing that she couldn't just bob in the water, she reached up to grab at the ledge of the pool and haul herself higher, bringing Sophia with her by way of her sea serpent-like embrace, and she got up high enough to rest her elbows on the edge of the pool while holding Sophia before her, only a couple of feet from her escape.

But she would not escape Siren's legs anytime soon, and the Latina knew it. She smirked at Sophia, almost looking as if she lounged at the edge of the pool save for her flexing core, and she forced her legs tighter, tighter together, making Sophia's midriff as small as possible between them. Occasionally her legs would bounce out of the water thanks to Sophia's fighting, revealing thighs that looked like they had molded themselves to Sophia's paler skin with the way they contorted around her midsection. Siren did not hide how much she loved the control she held. "I think you and me won't be going nowhere for a while," she teased, her voice raspy and betraying the effort she was putting into holding Sophia between her legs though her posture remained casual. All for show...Sophia might just give up seeing how easy it seemed to be for Siren to crush her.

But, no, blondie here did not give up. Siren liked that, but she did not like the elbows boring into her thighs. She winced for the first time. "You got a bad habit with those elbows!" Never a fan of someone sticking their bony elbows into her flesh, Siren tried to come up with a quick solution; she was having too much fun playing sea monster to give in without a clapback. Again, dipping lower into the water and letting her hands hang from the ledge above her head, Siren grunted with the effort of violently ripping her legs down, and with them, Sophia's trapped form. She didn't try to pull her down far enough to submerge her head, but just far enough to disorient her, the same as a riptide.

Then, she forced her up again, hoping if she snatched the blonde around some, she would have second thoughts.

[thesteedman]

Once more Sophia was beginning to make good progress. Her tactic of escape had worked against the gruelling bearhug, and it was a sure fire bet it would work against the bodyscissors too. However, Siren was not so willing to play nice this time. Where Siren had little defence against such a prying technique earlier given her position, this time she merely doubled down and showed no mercy. She adjusted her grip upon Sophia, pulling her in deeper, before throwing her downwards and squeezing hard. The pain of the powerful squeeze was enough to thwart Sophia, making her break away her elbows from Siren's powerful and deadly thighs.

With rational thought escaping her, Sophia went to her base instincts. An alluring yet pained moan was forced from her parting lips, as the German beauty quickly reached to grasp at those thighs with a less effective attempt and pushing free. Sophia's stunning form arched into a C like shape, feeling Siren's calves dig into the small of her back, as the pressure became unbearable around her slender waist. Her head whipped back, her heels arching and her toes curling, Sophia gasping in a breathless manner as her form writhed and struggled. For certain it was a sight for the ages, and accidental display that Siren could drink in, watching her captive's fine form go to work.

Her grip would ease slightly, but the damage was clearly done as Sophia was left gasping for air. Her chest rose and fell deeply; her midriff strained and tensed up trying to endure. What was careful and calculated pries were reduced to ineffective pushes for freedom. Sophia looked pained and worn out, the effects of the bearhug still evident, now combined with a fresh constriction. She wanted to push her elbows in again, but Sophia was now aware of the consequences of such attempts as she was pulled close to Siren once more. She grunted, biting on her lower lip, caught in a vice like grip with fading chances of escape.
"I... I am not... finished yet..." Sophia would speak defiantly, but Siren could see the signs. Sophia had done incredibly well to escape the bearhug moments ago... but given her fading strength there was no escaping her new embrace.

[HotWheels]

She had missed those moans. Only a couple of minutes had passed since she last heard them but bringing out a fresh one gave her satisfaction as she held Sophia down with the tightest squeeze of the whole encounter between two massive legs. She herself moaned a little through a grunt of effort as Sophia went to poking and prodding at her thighs, but she did not relent as Sophia bent back and looked like an emptying tube of toothpaste in a lot of ways. However, Siren did not see the tube of toothpaste, just a beautiful body pending to the power of her legs. It was a riot.

She did relent, because she could not afford to squeeze that hard for long and keep her stamina, and as she relaxed, she let Sophia lift higher in the water again. By the look of it, though, Sophia had pretty much spent everything she had in the escape attempt. Siren had squeezed most of the rest out of her. After floating for a moment to gather her strength again, a smile forming on her face in anticipation of what must have been a coming victory, Siren pushed up and once more rested her elbows on the side while her legs coiled, forming a figure-four that pulled Sophia closer to her escape...but also to her. And she was not going to get past her.

"Tired, chica?", she asked, her face now only a few inches from Sophia's. She sounded a little tired herself, but to win, she had plenty left in the tank. Switching to a consistent, grinding coil to save some energy but still wear Sophia out, she reached down to grab at her own foot and tighten it a little bit while her other arm kept balance. Helped with her legs trying to cramp. "You can give anytime. You're not gonna make it out of this."

[thesteedman]

Such was the grip upon her alluring form that Sophia had found it difficult to think. Almost delicately, Siren was able to shift her legs, never letting Sophia out from between them, positioning so she had a frontal body triangle hold upon the beautiful but scarred German. The moan that was forced from the platinum blonde was music to the ears, as she leaned back and gripped at those powerful thighs and shins constricting the near life from her. Sophia's breathing was becoming more rapid as a simple task of breathing became more laborious. Her chest heaved, her midriff strained and her strength was being sapped rapidly.

What made it all the worse was the mind games Siren employed, purposely making the affair almost sensual. The manner in which she pulled Sophia in, keeping her face close to her own was no doubt a power play. Sophia cursed herself mentally as she realised she could have used the wall to potentially push the two into deeper waters. If the pain was not so much, she would have figured that out sooner. There was no way Siren could keep the bodyscissor hold upon her without the support of the wall behind her. Most of her energy had been sapped though by now, and though Sophia still tried it, her strength was failing, and Siren was hunkering down now... all too content if not eager to finish this with the current hold.

"I... I am just... getting started." Sophia whispered, though such a statement could not be further from the truth. Already she was beginning to tire. She leaned forwards a little, her breathing becoming deeper, her mouth almost agape as she struggled to take in the air she wanted. Her prying and struggles slowed and weakened, and soon enough, Sophia began to lean against Siren... The beautiful German was fading and fast.

[HotWheels]

Oh, she had her. Siren had never felt so confident about anything.

The German was turning to that "I'm out of ideas" set of ideas, pawing at Siren's legs and fumbling here and there and looking all around for solutions. It was beautiful, in its own way, and just as beautiful to know her body could turn this stoic woman's own sweet one into a fading mush. Plus, she started that whole "just getting started" business, which were the words of someone who was just getting finished in a hold. Content to let Sophia wear herself into her own surrender, Siren simply kept her position comfortable, her legs triangled, and her face too close for comfort with a little smirk continuing its play at her lips. "Sure you are, mentirosa."

And there it was. Siren could see her mouth starting to lull, and then the rest of the body followed. Her hands slowed, her shoulders hunched, she leaned forward, nearly meeting with Siren's shoulder and chest. With the victory feeling all too sweet and enticing, the half-Latin beauty brought an arm down to support Sophia's head for a moment and have the other woman look up at her while she lightly scratched at the soft hair behind her ears. "Give?", she asked one last time, but it was not her plan to let Sophia out that easily.

With almost a lover's intimacy, she brought the hand back up to the side of the pool for more balance, stared Sophia right in the eyes, and pulled back on her foot with one pump. Two pumps. Three pumps, all her hardest squeezes since she had triangled the German beauty. That third pump lingered into a long squeeze, since she had all plans to watch the woman go out.

[thesteedman]

Sophia had been so focused on trying to find release from the deadly constriction that she had not taken true note of the last time she was able to draw in a full breath. Her limbs felt heavy despite being in the water, her body not responding as it should. Siren began to take advantage of her moment of lapse, an arm coming around in a seductive manner to support her head when it threatened to drop against her shoulder. By now she was close... the two were already close given the nature of the deep body triangle, but this time Siren was sure to have her lips mere inches from Sophia's when she slid a hand delicately through the scarred but beautiful woman's damp hair.

A small surge of adrenaline would bring Sophia to life, the proximity and nature of Siren's taunts giving her a fresh burst. Sophia grimaced, reaching for a better grasp upon the deadly legs around her waist. She looked to unlock the leg of Siren's that was locked around her other ankle, realising such an anchor being removed might give her a chance. Sensing a potential comeback, Siren went to work to finish off her target and reap the spoils of her captive. Despite the sudden burst of energy, the lack of air within Sophia's lungs meant it was short lived, and Siren was able to begin adding the pressure, pulling on her foot to bring her legs even deeper around the German's to die for body.

Sophia gasped out loud, feeling those deadly thighs tighten around her core. Her stomach muscles strained as the pressure increased, and what had been calculated struggles descended into panicked pries of desperation. Sophia arched back, her form a marvel to behold as her heels arched in the water and her head whipped back. Her stomach tensed and strained, before that third and prolonged deep squeeze sapped what remained of Sophia's strength. The German was beautiful even as she began to fade. A few soft groans and moans slipped from her lips, as she began to move less and less, merely trying to stay awake as her struggling ceased with her strength leaving her.

Soon, after a few long drawn out squeezes, Sophia softly fell against Siren's body. Her legs dangled freely in the water, her hands slipping from Siren's legs before she was finally out.

[HotWheels]

The next few seconds were better than Siren could have even imagined. Sophia did have some more fight in her. The Latina beauty felt confident as hell that it wouldn't be enough, but at least the blonde showed her creativity. Trying to unhinge Siren's triangled legs was the move, but she should have tried that a full minute ago, when she still had energy and Siren hadn't truly settled into a state of satisfied dominance. Siren watched with a light snicker. "Ain't happenin'," she warned, just before she unleashed.

She drank in every little twitch from her poolside rival while she squeezed, her own legs burning and aching as she held on. This chick was a stubborn one, yeah. It would have taken Siren half the effort with most anyone else. But while Siren squeezed, her thighs taking more and more space away from Sophia's own torso and replacing that space with rippling muscle, Sophia persisted...right until she didn't. The moans stopped, the fighting faded, and Sophia flopped right against Siren's leaning form, dead in the water.

Siren took her chin and tilted it up, looking at her peaceful face as her legs eased enough that she was only supporting Sophia's figure in the water. "Should've given up, blondie," she said, now that the woman couldn't hear her.

That was that. No...actually, it wasn't. They had a massage wagered on this, didn't they? Smirking to herself, Siren slowly let go of Sophia's figure with her legs, but before the woman sank into the water, she threw support under her arm and slowly eased up out of the pool with Sophia in tow. Having seen where the blonde had dumped her pool gear, Siren lifted her into a princess carry once they were both out and walked her over before lying her down. As she fetched Sophia's towel, she caught someone looking at the two of them. Rather than explain, Siren went with the most Siren answer. "Better handle your own business, or I'll knock you out in the pool, too." The little brunette took the hint.

She pulled the towel over the woman's form to make sure she didn't get cold from the water, then tried patting her awake on the cheek. Once she saw a little consciousness, she fixed her with a mildly threatening look. "Best wake up, chica. Got a massage we gotta make happen."

[thesteedman]

Some hours had passed since that challenge had gone awry for Sophia Wolfe. She did not feel too fantastic about what had happened, having had her pride hurt, but it was not something she dwelled on for too long. The fault was largely her own for underestimating the abilities of her opponent as well as her strength. What she disliked was the grim reality that she possessed too much honour for her own good, and thus she looked to complete the stipulation of hers and Hollywood's wager. The notion of having to give a massage to another woman fashioned something of a nervous knot within Sophia's core... she could already picture her rival of the day lying in little more than what she had been wearing during their pool challenge, no doubt wanting Sophia to work out kinds from all manners within her form.

It would be humiliating, but it would serve as a powerful lesson. Sophia still recalled waking up on the lounger by the pool with a scantily clad Hollywood Siren gently patting her to wake her after she passed out within the deadly constricting hold... The instructions were very clear once Sophia got her bearings... she was to arrive at Hollywood's apartment in the evening. And thus, all these hours later after regrettably exchanging some information for numbers and addresses, Sophia found herself entering the complex Hollywood currently resided in. Taking the lift towards the upper floors, Sophia was naturally a little apprehensive. She was clad in smart but casual clothing, wearing a cream jacket over a dark and stylish outfit.

Naturally she had a change of clothes ready for when she would have to massage Hollywood, already wearing gym pants and a sports bra below her current outfit. Within a bag she had brought some little 'tools' as it were. She had never done a massage before, so the German was quick to look it up, knowing that she would need ointments and oils. It was her intent to make this as plutonic as possible... go in... say little, do what was wagered of her to do, and hopefully be gone within the hour or so.

When the lift finally arrived at the floor, Sophia walked down the luxurious corridor towards where Hollywood's place was. She had no idea what to expect, and her nerves began to get the better of her a little when she finally found her apartment at the far end of the corridor.
"Let’s get this over with..." Sophia whispered, before giving a light rattle on the door. Taking a deep breath, Sophia looked to regain her composure and look as stoic as always by the time Hollywood would answer the door to her abode.

[HotWheels]

There she was.

Siren heard the rap on the door just as she had started to settle in for the evening, thinking that Sophia was not going to show. With some spare space already set up for the massage to happen if the blonde did show and her bikini comfortable enough in a pinch, she had plopped on the couch in front of the TV with the lights and colors of the first few minutes of an Elite episode splashing across the room. Admittedly, despite a mischievous plan that had formulated in her head, Siren could have dealt with it if the woman didn't show. The competition had already been entertainment enough.

But, just when Siren had started to doubt, it sounded like the blonde had arrived. "Comin'." Turning the TV down low, Siren popped up and headed for the door to check the peephole. Sure enough, she saw a few locks of blonde hair and a slight scar on the face. A most secretive smile crossed her face, but she hid it away while she unlocked the door and swung it open to stand in the entranceway in all of her glory.

Spoiler

"So you did show up. Gotta give you credit. Lot of lame people woulda just gone on home an' never admitted it happened," she complimented, giving the blonde a look-over. Yep, she could have imagined Sophia would dress like that. Finally, she shifted out of the way. "Come on." What she revealed was an apartment that had been straightened, but not overly so; she didn't care an ounce whether someone saw a shirt or a pair of underwear hanging off the back of her couch or a half-empty cup on the counter. Across the room lay a small lounge bench with an extra cushion lying over the top of it for more comfort.

"Had a thought," she said, as she herself stepped deeper into the room to rest her elbows over the top of an armchair and that secretive smile returned. "That maybe I was a little too hard on you, chica. Feel like I owe you something."