An Offering to the Goddess

[BlackAkuma]

Willy had decided to find a nice little corner of the room to sit down, cross-legged, and watch this whole thing unfold. He figured the rules meant that he couldn't interfere anymore, and the last thing he wanted was to be accused of messing this up for either of them. He didn't have too much to say at the moment, and his body was so busted up that he didn’t feel like talking, anyway. For now, he was content to sit back, watch, and just take in the show - because, yeah, it was getting good.

Theo was in full panic mode now, making a desperate scramble to try and get out of the reversed hold. While Willy had never been on the receiving end of it like this before, he had to imagine it would hurt at least as much as the move it was reversing, and his friend’s cries seemed to confirm that. It was the first time he’d ever seen the guy take a proper submission instead of giving one out, and he wasn’t looking too hot.

Neith’s ass, on the other hand, was looking hot enough for the both of them. God damn.

”Not-” Theo yelped as his knees were pounded into the mat. ”Not going to happen, lady. You’re just mad you didn’t do it first.”

He drew that line in the sand before he reached back and tried to unhook their legs, looking to get free before this went from bad to worse. Theo’d always been a bit of a control freak, and this was all spiraling out of control damned fast.

[BlackAkuma]

Willy had decided to find a nice little corner of the room to sit down, cross-legged, and watch this whole thing unfold. He figured the rules meant that he couldn't interfere anymore, and the last thing he wanted was to be accused of messing this up for either of them. He didn't have too much to say at the moment, and his body was so busted up that he didn’t feel like talking, anyway. For now, he was content to sit back, watch, and just take in the show - because, yeah, it was getting good.

Theo was in full panic mode now, making a desperate scramble to try and get out of the reversed hold. While Willy had never been on the receiving end of it like this before, he had to imagine it would hurt at least as much as the move it was reversing, and his friend’s cries seemed to confirm that. It was the first time he’d ever seen the guy take a proper submission instead of giving one out, and he wasn’t looking too hot.

Neith’s ass, on the other hand, was looking hot enough for the both of them. God damn.

”Not-” Theo yelped as his knees were pounded into the mat. ”Not going to happen, lady. You’re just mad you didn’t do it first.”

He drew that line in the sand before he reached back and tried to unhook their legs, looking to get free before this went from bad to worse. Theo’d always been a bit of a control freak, and this was all spiraling out of control damned fast.

[BlackAkuma]

Willy had decided to find a nice little corner of the room to sit down, cross-legged, and watch this whole thing unfold. He figured the rules meant that he couldn't interfere anymore, and the last thing he wanted was to be accused of messing this up for either of them. He didn't have too much to say at the moment, and his body was so busted up that he didn’t feel like talking, anyway. For now, he was content to sit back, watch, and just take in the show - because, yeah, it was getting good.

Theo was in full panic mode now, making a desperate scramble to try and get out of the reversed hold. While Willy had never been on the receiving end of it like this before, he had to imagine it would hurt at least as much as the move it was reversing, and his friend’s cries seemed to confirm that. It was the first time he’d ever seen the guy take a proper submission instead of giving one out, and he wasn’t looking too hot.

Neith’s ass, on the other hand, was looking hot enough for the both of them. God damn.

”Not-” Theo yelped as his knees were pounded into the mat. ”Not going to happen, lady. You’re just mad you didn’t do it first.”

He drew that line in the sand before he reached back and tried to unhook their legs, looking to get free before this went from bad to worse. Theo’d always been a bit of a control freak, and this was all spiraling out of control damned fast.

[HotWheels]

His defiance urged her intensity. People simply did not defy the goddess. If they did, they ended up in far worse shape than they might have been if they had the good sense to know that whatever the circumstances, she should remain in charge, with them reacting to her every beck and call. And if she forced him to tap, Theo would be forced into that scenario regardless. Remembering that little tidbit drove her intensity even higher, and a euphoric cry left her lips as she managed to crush against his trapped leg that...much...tighter. "Shush with the excuses, boy," she chastened. "Learn to act like a man before you surrender."

She looked back in time to see him reach to try and untangle their legs, and seething, Neith reached for his hand, though her shorter arms did not allow her to make the grab. Then again, he did not manage a great deal of untangling, either as she made sure to shift around to prevent her foot from being in a position where he could shove it away from its position folded by her opposite leg. But eventually, he might pick his way free. When she couldn't snag him, she opted for a different option. If the goddess knew anything, it was turning her sweet body into an inescapable cage.

Relenting on the reversed hold's pressure for a moment, the Egyptian beauty lowered herself onto her stomach and curled her body so that she reeled herself closer to where their gams were locked together. Once there, she wrapped her hands around the shin of his trapped leg to hold it in place for a whisper of a moment. In that whisper, she shifted her own legs around, and what had been a figure-four became a scissor of the knee joint in the same leg, both of her thighs snapping around it while she lay on her side.

"Are you fond of this knee?", she asked, before she squeezed and yanked down on his shin in a way that would force his knee against the joint. This time, there was no coy playing. Willy had earned that pleasure. Theo had not, and she bore down and yanked on his joint with the majority of her proud might.

[BlackAkuma]

As Neith retook - or, in this case, just took - control, Lucy settled back and breathed a sigh of relief, not the kind you would expect from a woman watching her friend getting beat up. This was far closer to the way things were supposed to be, and she was glad that they got to this point. Even more since she’d helped getting to this point.

With the tables officially turned, you could almost see the switch turn on in Neith. Gone was the whimpering, the crying, the scrabbling. She suited the role of predator far better than prey, and she had this regal air to her that earned the goddess moniker. The way she held sway over him was alluring, to say nothing of the taunts that came her way. To watch her now, you’d thought she never lost a step, that she had planned this moment all along. It was easy to see how Neith had built a career off this sort of thing. She was damn good.

Relaxed, entertained, and maybe more than a little aroused, Neith sat indian-style and enjoyed the show. Popcorn would’ve been nice.

Neith could’ve trapped him with this reversed hold for a while, Lucy would bet, but that wouldn’t be as fun as changing things up, and Theo went into full on panic mode as she changed targets. His eyes bulged and something close to a yelp came from his lips, though he was quick to shut his mouth tight before it could get too loud. Still, there was no hiding the situation he was in, with Neith’s legs trapping his own and damaging his knee at will.

”Not…” He grunted hard and pressed his face against the mat, as if he were trying to hide all the anguish on it from his torturer. ”Not in particular, no.”

[HotWheels]

She liked that reaction, too. Watching the various personalities emerge from the people she dominated made her job all the more enjoyable. Where Willy had approached her with an interest and confidence that had turned into a clear arousal that the powerful goddess had managed to wring out of him, Theo truly believed he could, and should, beat her while ignoring her wiles. She merely wanted to prove to him that she didn't need to have him smitten (though that was always a fine bonus) to have him begging. And the yelp and panic in his eyes drew so close to begging. Just a bit more...

Her legs could tighten no further, the muscles and warm flesh of her thighs already bent all the way around his knee, but she pulled back a little more on his knee. Not nearly enough to damage it permanently, as she did not even possess that strength, but to continue to prey upon the way he seemed to finally be faltering. "You can play and pretend all you want to, Theo, with all your stoic pride. I can see right through you," she teased, pushing at all his buttons at once to see which ones might stick. "You might have it worse for me than dear Will."

Having worn out her welcome working the joint, and because she had grown bored already and wanted to see how much more she could draw from him, the Egyptian continued to scissor his leg while she rolled onto her back, forcing him to roll, as well, or have his leg twisted miserably. With the danger from the figure-four gone, she had the luxury. Once there, she scooted, placing herself almost end-to-end with him, her grip around his knee their only point of connection.

She grabbed the foot now jutting out at her to have a little more leverage, and as she did, the angle of her scissor on his knee changed...so she could plant her crossed feet against his crotch and apply a slight pressure. "What about this, handsome?"

[BlackAkuma]

How was Neith this damn strong? Not the same kind of strength that Willy had, not this raw overall power, but she was athletic, and these legs might’ve been the strongest he’d ever seen on anyone, woman or otherwise. He’d trained with some formidable women in his time, and this wasn’t the first instance where one of them got the better of him, but he couldn't recall any of them having such power to bare below the waist. It was insane, moreso if she didn’t work out like crazy to attain it - somehow, he had a hard time picturing her in the gym everyday, doing squats.

Then again, it was hard to argue with the results. Whatever she did for legs like these, it worked.

”Ahahahshit-” Some of his protests slipped out despite his best efforts, as she continued to work on the hold and whittle down his joints. He feared the worse for a few moments, thinking she might do real damage before he had the chance to tap out, but it thankfully didn’t come to that. She was moving on, though whether to something better or worse, he couldn't guess.

He was brought over, rolled onto his back - a better position than before, though she still had his leg trapped. That was what he thought at first, but his tune changed when he felt her foot against his crotch, pressing in. Not to the point of pain just yet, but threatening it.

”Hey! Hey! What are you-” He sat up in a panic and looked Lucy’s way. ”That’s below the belt, how is this not illegal?”

Lucy placed a finger on her chin, pondering for a moment, then shrugged. ”I don’t recall anything about that in the rules.” She looked Neith’s way, with the most poorly hidden smirk ever conceived. ”Do you?”

Great, collusion. And to make matters worse, he could feel a certain reaction happening beneath the surface, one that would manifest with a telltale tent getting raised with his undergarments. His baggy boxers could only hide so much, especially with him in this position.

[HotWheels]

As always, it only took a little creativity to have her prey singing.

"Your bravery serves you not at all," she said to him, as the goddess finally produced some proper sounds of complaint from him. "You'll give in all the same, and so many people will see it." The Egyptian, fully in her element now, cast her eyes toward the camera before switching back to Theo. It was not merely him to admit to his pain and give in, however. He had been so demure. Resistant. Neith felt he didn't have the right in her presence, nor did anyone.

The panicked look made her giggle as she planted feet against him. After drinking in his reaction, she turned to Lucy, matching the woman's smirk with one of her own and offering the world's most innocent quirk of her eyebrow. For all these favors, she would have quite the treat for Lucy at some point. "Even if it had been one of the rules, he's just being such a baby. I'm not hurting him. Not...crushing anything important." She wiggled her feet a bit as if to make that clear. "He just can't handle so much woman."

That said, her pressing on him did become a bit tighter, but she knew it was not because of anything she did. She gave him a knowing look. "Or maybe you can. Or think you could, if you got the chance."

Her aches were the farthest thing from her mind at this point, though her legs grew tired after being bent and working such a tight scissorhold for so long. Just when it seemed like he was at his most defenseless, Neith suddenly freed his knee (and his crotch in the process), but kept his hold on his leg. Of course, he was strong enough to shake it free from her hands if it was not too badly bent, but Neith meant shove up onto her knees as soon as he tried and sail on him in hopes that she could land her rear on his waist to pin him down.

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, Willy didn’t want to be accused of staring at his friend’s junk, he didn’t swing that way - and even if he did, Theo wouldn’t be his type. But was it just his imagination, or was his buddy getting hard over there?

Granted, he wasn’t the only one in the room with that sort of response. Willy had been feeling it to different degrees over the past couple of hours, and with the tight underwear he’d picked out, you only needed to glance down to see how much. That was his way, though, not Theo’s. Theo was supposed to be above that kind of thing. Theo was supposed to be the mature oe. That was what everyone kept telling him, anyway, but as he looked over, he couldn't shake the feeling that straightlaced, boring-as-milk Theo had a little submissive streak going on.

If that was the case, then he’d lucked up more than just about anyone here, because Neith looked like she really wanted to give it to him.

If Willy had to guess, Neith had noticed his little problem down there, too, judging by the way her foot was moving. ”I feel like I was handling.” Theo shot back, though it came off as a weak reply, a little quivering. ”Until someone had to butt in with some extra help.”

If Lucy was phased, she wasn’t showing it. She just folded her arms and turned her nose up at him. Not the first time Willy had seen that, but the first time he’d seen it directed at someone else. ”Excuses, excuses.”

Neith let go of the hold before he had the chance to reply, giving him something more important to focus on. He tried to crawl away, but she pounced before he could get away, taking a seat on his waist and putting that fine behind of hers right on his lap.

Lucky, lucky man. Not that he knew it, if all the squirming underneath was a hint. ”Hey, get off!”

[HotWheels]

His frustrations continued to pitch. Something else did, too, though he refused to acknowledge it. The goddess, as she sidled into position once she finally freed his knee, putting her considerable weight on his waist and flattening out to the point that she got another hint at his pitching. All too adept with her knowledge of how to act on such a discovery without making her efforts too obvious, the Egyptian wiggled her hips about and shifted her legs under the guise of making herself more comfortable. "Maybe we can call it even. You jumped me because you're scared of what I can do. What I am doing to you. A little advice only makes it even, don't you think, Theo?"

In sharp contrast to her amiable words, the goddess lashed forward, throwing her body on top of his. With a surprising strength and leverage, she jammed his arms down to the mat by the elbows so he couldn't use them to rise before leaning down, putting her face so close to his as if it looked like she would kiss him. She did not: her pretty, painted face slipped past his, brushing cheeks, until she had lowered her lips by his ear. Warm breaths tickled there and on his neck as she whispered to him. "But you're still going to say you're sorry, boy toy."

Her legs lashed out as she leaned back up. Hers remained sore, but her passions remained far more motivating than the pain. One she tied within one of his legs, and the same happened with the opposite, situating him into a grapevine pin that she did not yet stretch out. No, the Egyptian beauty waited, making sure her crotch plopped right on top of his before she flexed her legs outwards, giving Willy and Lucy yet another brilliant show, to spread him out at the crotch. Her hands, meanwhile, left his elbows to plant on his chest as if he were some lover she would soon massage as she leaned up into the grapevine, adding power to attempts to stretch him and arching her back.