An Offering to the Goddess

[BlackAkuma]

Willy hated calling Theo out like that, but there was no way around it. The guy could be such a cold fish, sometimes, and right now was just not the time for it.

All Willy wanted was to focus on the absolute sexual WMD beneath him right now, loving the way their bodies measured up. While he’d never been all that picky when it came to the opposite sex, having a healthy appreciation for every body type out there, Neith was the sort he’d always loved rubbing up against. That chest of hers just begged for attention, those hips drove him wild with every touch, and those legs, those legs...

…those legs were starting to get kind of tight. Real, real tight.

Willy spent a lot of time working on his core, giving him a strong midsection, front and back, and that gave him some protection at first. For a few seconds, it was just mild discomfort, and he thought she was getting a little carried away with their playing. But his knowing smile faded as the pressure quickly ramped, switching over to a pain grimace as her thighs swelled and cut deeper and deeper into his hardened abs.

”Babe, your-” Oh, it was getting a bit hard to breath, now, and those legs were still getting hard. He started to push at them, fumbling in a futile attempt to get some relief. ”Okay, babe, you’re strong, I get it. You can-” He gulped, needing to take in more air just to get out a full sentence. ”You can ease up now, come on.”

[HotWheels]

If having him agreeable pleased her, having him struggling set her aflame.

The core muscles became involved as she watched his preoccupied smile become a grimace, her flat abs showing off through her tight fitting leotard. At the same time, her features took on an impish nature; gone was the accommodating, seductive goddess and in her place appeared a far harsher one intent on breaking the man between her thighs: not permanently, no. Until he gave in, however, the sharp, almost manic look on her face made it clear that she had no plans to relent. As his hands slipped from hers to push at her squeezing thighs, Neith twisted from her side to lay partially on her back, and those core muscles, back muscles, glutes...they all went to work mashing on his abs.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Will," she told him, as she gyrated her hips just slightly, rubbing her crotch and inner thighs over his abs. There was not much room with his thick torso stuck between her legs, however long they might have been, but she used that touch of space to shift and pulse in an almost dance-like motion. Harder, softer, harder, softer. She let a harder one linger, pushing up so that she rested almost solely on her shoulders as the rest of her body torqued into the squeeze, giving the special referee a good look down the length of her figure.

While her legs wreaked havoc on his body, her voice remained unsettlingly smooth. "But I would be happy to free you, and to make it all better, if you tap. That's all it takes."

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck, this was about ten times hotter than Lucy expected it to be. She was prepared for a base level of hotness, just going off the sizzling outfit that Neith was wearing, but she had to say that watching her grind Willy into paste was turning out to be a much more engaging affair than she could’ve dreamed. There was the entertainment of just watching Willy hoisted by his petard, something that happened every other day but she never got tired of, but seeing the Egyptian beauty wrap him up like this, controlling him, dominating him, was leaving Lucy’s heart aflutter.

She’d tried the BDSM thing a couple times, with one of her more adventurous girlfriend, and it had never really clicked on either side of the whip. Lucy had just figured that she wasn’t kinky and that was that, but now she was starting to think she’d tried it with the wrong people.

She looked on from a safe distance on her knees, watching as Neith’s body surged with this pulverizing power. Willy was a strong dude, she’d seen the man go through people on the football field like a bowling ball did pin, but his physique was getting pulped between her legs. It was growing worse by the second, with him letting out a series of grunts and groans when she tensed her legs. Her let out a sharp cry at a particularly hard squeeze, and for a second it looked like he might consider her offer to end the pain, with his hands coming close to a tap.

That wouldn’t do, would it? Lucy kind of wanted this to go on a little longer. She had a good idea to motivate him, too.

”You okay over there, Willy?” She crawled over to the side, making sure he could see the smartass smirk on her face. ”You’re looking kind of wiped, big man. Just let me know if you want to call it quits, I’m not paid by the hour.”

Willy sneered her way for a flash of a second, looking like he might throw a curse her way, before he decided there were better ways to use what little breath he had. Growing desperate, he pulled back and lifted up, bringing Neith up off the mats with him. He reached out, wrapped his arms around her back, clasped his hands and flexed, looking like he was trying to capture his opponent in a bearhug, looking to return the favor with a squeeze of his own. Lucy didn’t know how well that was going to work, but she was keen to find out.

[HotWheels]

Like a woman on the edge, Neith watched that hand hover to tap. She squeezed in a rhythm, small increments of increased pressure, to encourage it to fall, but it never did. Bold of him to let her turn his abs to mush, but a goddess would do precisely what she had to do to gain the followers she had been promised. She turned a smirk to Lucy. Having the woman throw her own smack talk into the exchange entertained her; more and more, she could see an ally in the band's drummer. Maybe she should learn a few tricks of this particular trade...

While her attention flowed elsewhere, however, Willy found his second wind. Neith wheeled back, wearing her frustration as she could feel her back and ass being pulled from the floor, and she gave him a violent squeeze to try and stop his progress. Stop, he did not. Neith growled under her breath when the lift turned into a hug. Nevermind that his strength was incredibly impressive: if the goddess hated anything, it was being lifted against her will with the possibility of being dropped back down at a moment's notice.

To avoid that end, she locked her legs around his back more like a lover's embrace (though with no less effort poured into her punishment) and grabbed at his shoulders to hold on for dear life. She would warn him, only once. "Don't you even think about tossing me back down, or that offer to make it all better goes out the window." The first spoiled outburst from the Egyptian amounted to a good one. At least, she believed it did and that he would heed her every word until he traded dropping her for bringing those arms around to hug her form in an entirely less-pleasant way.

Neith hissed out, and in an act of desperation, she dug her fingers into the back of his head and neck and tried to drag his face into her tits again.

[BlackAkuma]

It happened. It didn’t take quite as long as Theo expected, but it happened: Willy was in deep, again, proving that there was no trap so obvious that he couldn't fall into it.

If Theo could take solace in anything, it was that Willy was the better canary in this particular coal mine. While Theo was in good shape and more agile than his partner, he didn’t have the constitution for the hard hits. He couldn't say for sure, but if the look on his buddy’s face was any indication, then Neith was packing an unreal amount of pressure in those legs, enough to break down one of the biggest, strongest men that Theo knew. If he’d been caught in that trap, she could turn his ribs to kindling.

That being said, he wouldn’t have ended up there in the first place. He would’ve known better. Seeing Willy suffer gave him a good visual aid, though.

To his credit, he wasn’t going gently into the good night, fighting hard and bringing his full strength to bear. Too little, too late? Yeah. But Theo rooted for him all the same. If Willy could do some damage, any damage to Neith, that would just make things easier when he swept in. ”Will, come on, hang in there!” He gave the mats a few hard slaps, cheering him on. ”Hang tough, work through it!”

Theo didn’t know if his encouragement had any effect, but either way, Willy managed to make something of a comeback, wrapping her up tight in those clubbing arms of his. He didn’t seem keen on slamming her down, but a move like this could be just as devastating, and it was a simple thing that he could do. If the positions had been switched, there were a dozen or so moves that Theo would’ve used to get out, even reverse things, but that wasn’t his partner’s style. He had raw, stupid strength, and it looked like it would work for him.

That was, until she pulled his face against her chest and held it there. Willy’s surprised yelp could be heard through her cleavage, but he didn't fight at first. Even with the pain, he seemed to enjoy that spot enough…until he began to panic, realizing that he couldn't get a breath out. He sagged back down, down to his knees, then flopped to his side and tried to push her off, getting more frantic with each attempt. Squirming, bucking, thrashing, but not having any luck. No air, no relief, no chance.

[HotWheels]

Within a millisecond of the big musician's arms beginning to meld and crush her sides, the band enjoyed another first in the goddess' company: her first bloodcurtling wail as if Willy had taken a chainsaw and started to carve her in half. "No! Squeezing! Either!" Her melodrama was not totally misplaced, however. Among the few bearhugs she had endured, his amounted to one of the worst, those giant biceps pulling their weight by compressing her midsection. This was no bearhug against another feminine form, where the few curves could spare her. This was the firm body of someone who her wild, frantic mind imagined could permanently situate her haunches a few inches closer together.

Neith's grabbing at his head became more desperate, and she borderline broke skin with how her nails gripped at his nape. The Egyptian beauty did not relent at all once she had him there, holding on with a feral desperation. Only seconds later, when she could feel his arms weaken and the sputters that blew warm breath and spittle between her breasts did she realize she had willed her way to freedom by smothering him, and with a jarring suddenness, the grimace disappeared and the seductress' small smirk returned. It faltered for a moment when the aftershocks of the squeeze hit her, sending pangs through her ribs, but those she could ignore as long as she held control.

"Far, far better. Isn't this easier, my dear hunk of a man?" she asked as they rocked back into nearly the exact position from before, except with his head almost completely concealed between her breasts. Neith shook them against the side of his face while he pushed against her, but those arms that had been some of the strongest, if not the strongest, she had ever felt around her could not separate the man from the woman completely wrapped around him, swallowing him in curves and legs. While he fought for his life, she rode her way through his struggles.

Until she didn't. When one of his pushes felt particularly weak, the goddess curled her legs so that his back would flop onto the floor and, with a push against his shoulders, surprisingly freed him. She only did so in order to climb atop him, attempting to scale his large frame until her crotch landed on his chin and her thighs framed his face.

[BlackAkuma]

On paper, this was everything Willy loved. An aggressive, energetic woman, wrapped around his body, pulling him close. While he could be a gentle lover, he preferred to play things rough whenever his partner was up for it, and Neith was certainly giving him. A strong, seductive, sultry woman with energy to spare, gripping him tight. Hell, he even loved the way she screamed - that voice was a pleasure, no matter what kind of sound it made. Skin against skin, sweat building up, heat radiating from both of them. What wasn’t there to love?

One small problem: He needed to breathe.

There just wasn’t much air in Neith’s breasts. Soft and inviting, they were a lethal trap, and it didn’t matter how he turned his head, there was no relief to be found. The more he struggled, the harder she pulled, the more energy he wasted. He deflated back down as spots began to form in his vision, taking him to the edge of a sweet sleep.

But only the edge. She eased up before the critical moment, letting his face go and leaving him to fall back. He found himself flat on the floor, looking up at the lights while he gasped, with Neith quickly scooted forward to take her place on his throat. He could look up the length of her chest - not an unpleasant sight - and she seemed huge above him, looming there while the lights silhouetted her every curve. He could hear Theo groaning in the distance, and Lucy came just close enough to peek at the edge of his vision and show him her mischievous smile.

”Gotta say, Willy.” She spoke with a lazy, amused tone, as if she was enjoying a joke on her favorite sitcom. ”That’s a good look for you.”

Still too tired to do much at the moment, all he could do was pout and huff. ”Screw. You.”

[HotWheels]

If the goddess knew anything when it came to her technique with clients, it was how to target moments, opportunities. The moment previous was for action, restriction. With the handsome musician in her clutches, Neith need not get distracted from her desire to pacify his resistance. But once she had him nearly slumbering between her breasts, she could move to claim another advantage over him: to leave him drunk with lust and in adoration of her control over his body.

Once she had perched on his chin, leaving his face beholden to gaze on her and her alone, Neith stared down at him with the same playful anticipation as a lover about to have her way with her love. Her hands shifted to her hips, and she straightened out her form to give him the best look at her impeccable form spilling out of her one-piece. Hands trailed down from her neck, over her breasts, across her abs, and down to each thigh. After, she pulled lightly at each of his hands to encourage him to touch whichever of those parts he found most interesting. The finishing touch? A brief, slow grind, the front of her bottoms against his jawline. "Are you trying to say I don't look good on you?", she asked, playing off of Lucy's question, as she momentarily turned her tactics away from self-adoration and onto him. Fingers again brushed down his chest and across his abs, only stopping once they lingered dangerously close to his underwear.

"Look again," she added, and for several seconds, she walked her index and middle finger across the seam of his underwear. But as that moment reached its obvious end with his strength likely recovered in part given his freedom from the smother, Neith tried to grab at his hair, pull his head higher between her thighs and against her crotch, and lean forward to drape her torso over the top of his head.

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy wasn’t playing with Willy about that, either. Well, no, she was playing with him, as was her favorite custom, but she wasn’t lying when she said he looked good down there. Or, rather, the whole scene worked for her. Seeing him down there, humbled between Neith’s legs, caught in a trap of his own making, was about the funniest thing she had ever watched, and she was beyond glad that it was all recorded - oh, yes, she was going to be using GIFs of this match for decades to come, whenever she needed a little ammunition against the big lug.

But, even more than that, she loved the whole scenario. Neith carried herself like she was the mistress of the world, every bit of the goddess she styled herself as, and Lucy was being forced more and more to confront how turned on she was. Even now, she made a mental note to visit that Clips4Sale store on the card and see what she had to offer.

Lucy wasn’t the only one drawn to the image of Neith in control. Willy had gone with tight underwear, no doubt wanting to show off his wares, and that decision was coming back on him now. He grew with every touch, building up as her fingers moved down his body, and he was at full mast by the end of her little journey. ”Doesn’t much matter what his mouth says.” She crossed her legs and settled in to watch the show. ”Think his body’s speaking loud and clear.”

Willy was about to speak again - likely with something dumb - when Neith took away the opportunity, leaning in and pressing over his face the fullness of her body, burying him in flesh. His struggles went into overtime, kicking about like a livewire, but the temptress kept control of him. The body couldn't go too far without the head, and she had his head on lock, perfectly pinned under her posterior.

It made for quite a show, a view that Lucy was loving. She settled in, leaned back, and enjoyed the show.

[HotWheels]

"They always do," Neith said in response to Lucy's voiced thoughts, all too casual with the way her body was wreaking havoc across Willy's face as she sealed him off between her thighs, her crotch, her hips, her stomach. Once there, knowing she had him locked down for the time being despite his fighting, the goddess looked back to see her good work. She laughed mischievously in response to seeing his infatuation with her laid bare before goddess, camera, and bandmates alike. Good work indeed it was; she never grew tired of witnessing her effects on people. People of his particular size made that effect considerably more dramatic, too...

But she reminded herself that this was no session. The goddess had something to play for, and after she had made like the finest cowgirl, keeping herself stretched and squatted down against his face while he fought against her, Neith knew she should not let this half of the match linger any longer. A point had been proven, she felt, between the way she had him trapped and the way he reacted, and she felt it best to start working toward some end with this. Not the ending he wanted, likely, but stranger things had happened while she had her way with a client. Those underwear were awfully tight.

First, a warning of what was to come. "My body has a message too, dear Willy." Leaning back to give him some meager breathing room, she kept his head between her thighs and reached behind his head to keep it secure up against her crotch. In one smooth, all-too-practice motion, the Egyptian mistress attempted a roll to the side, still holding him close, and stretched her legs out straight to trap him in a front headscissors, her thighs looming large against each side of his head. She did not yet squeeze: she had a deal for him, and with lidded eyes, she stared down at him and stroked a hand through his hair. "Care to tap before we start?"