How to Please Abs of Steel

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko nodded her head while Stick continued to slowly choke out her reply, knowing her belly was close to being crushed again and Kyoko would even rub her abs against that slim midriff to tease her. Stick's mind was clearly racing and that made it a little fun for Kyoko to see what she was going to do, she would perk up once Stick actually finished her train of thought, offering to dance for her. Kyoko did enjoy a good dance, but she didn't think Stick could pull it off...then again Stick surprised her once already so maybe she should give her the chance. "A dance that shows off your core..just for me? Hah, I think I need to see this." Kyoko said letting Stick go and backing up, however before she let Stick go she would punch her one more time.

"This better be good, or you and me are going to do this all over again." Kyoko told Stick as she kept her fist pressed against her, letting it go and moving up to untie her hands. Stick couldn't make a run for it, and if she tried to fight Kyoko would kick her ass and put a stop to that. Now it was up to Stick to show what she was made of, Kyoko backed off and gave her the room to do her dance and would wait to be entertained or not.

[thesteedman]

Stick groaned out as Kyoko gave her one last strike against her outstretched midriff for good measure. The belly punch near lifted Stick off her bare feet as she doubled over her fist, groaning out and fighting not to allow spit to trail down her mouth from the deep strike. She dropped to her knees when Kyoko finally pulled her closed fist from deep against her abs, taking a few steps back. Stick herself had her arms folded over her alluring stomach, coughing a little, all too aware that if she did not make a move soon, Kyoko would likely just tie her back up and pick up where she left off with bearhugs and stomach punches being her only prospect of the near future.

"A... alright..." Stick whispered, finally catching her breath after being winded by the powerful blow. She took her time getting up, looking a little more nervous than usual. There was an arrogance to Kyoko's expression, even when Stick clearly checked her surroundings, no doubt trying to catch a potential escape. There was a door but it was locked, and the time it would take Stick to unlock it, Kyoko would be upon her... that was why Kyoko was smiling. Stick stood up straight, rubbing where she had been struck, as she noticed Kyoko moving back to give her space, taking a seat upon a couch against the wall, no doubt waiting for her promised dance to start.

Stick took a deep breath... closing her eyes. This was so humiliating, but she asked for this... and it beat being struck or crushed. Despite the soreness of her midriff, Stick would take a step forwards, giving Kyoko a good view of just how stunning the craven manager was. Clad in little more than a bikini, her body glistened in the low light, whilst her deep red hair hung over her eyes. Stick was nervous, and it showed in her movements, but she slowly began to sway her hips, placing her hands upon them. There was a good rhythm to her movements after a few moments of trepidation, and slowly Stick looked to ease herself into a dance.

She had never done anything like this for a long time, at least not a dance for someone like Kyoko, but much to the wrestler’s surprise, Stick began to move well, her motions slow and suggestive, almost hypnotic. She was no belly dancer, but there was certain a tantalising charm to how Stick’s motions began to sway her form. Her arms slowly began to rise above her head, her legs came together to near cross, and slowly that movement within her hips began to transfer into her core. Stick slid and moved her body, putting a heavy emphasis on her stomach movement, tensing her abs to show off her fine build, sliding her torso forwards before arching back. She had her eyes closed, no doubt to keep her nerves at bay... but her beginnings were looking promising.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick was trapped, and once she realized it she was slowly starting the dance she promised. Her body language was hesitant, Stick came up with this idea out of desperation and didn't have a plan besides playing on Kyoko's love of abs, she never really did a dance like this in her life and was winging it completely. It made it funnier at first, with Kyoko watching her stiff movements slowly start to work in her favor as she found a rhythm and improved her dancing for Kyoko's approval. The movement of her sore abs were starting to flow well enough to catch and keep the Belly Queen's attention, enjoying Stick's dance more and more as Stick seemed to get into it.

"Alright, you have other talents." Kyoko admitted stepping in close since Stick's eyes were closed, arms above her head as her abs swayed from one side to another in a mesmerizing motion. She was desperate and trying to avoid a beating but the manager could put her talents to use when she wanted too and it was just as impressive as her attempts to fight back earlier.

[thesteedman]

With Stick's eyes being closed, Kyoko was able to rise and slowly approach her unnoticed. Stick by now had found her rythmn, her movements slow, purposeful and by now intoxicating. The manner in which she swayed and arched really put her midriff on perfect display. There was a slight glisten upon her abs were Kyoko had been bearhugging her, but it only made Stick's core look all the more tantilising. She relaxed her abs but would then tense them again during some of her movements in her dance. Clad in little more than a two piece bikini, Kyoko was gifted with virtually everything Stick had to offer, and her form was most pleasing upon the eyes.

It was a shame about her personality, though given how much control Kyoko had, it was a wonder if she could potentially drive that deplorable attitude out of her. For now though, Kyoko was content to tease her and make her do what she wanted. Stick continued to slowly and sensually dance, her deep red hair falling over her eyes slightly. Stick would stop briefly with a gasp when she felt Kyoko's bare stomach brush up against her own, with the wrestler approaching so the two were touching. Stick opened her eyes, having been unaware of Kyoko's approach until her bare midriff brushed up against her own. A breath caught in her throat, no doubt the manager was still frightening of her, knowing a stomach punch could be imminent or another bearhug...

Wanting to remain in Kyoko's good graces, Stick took some initiative. She returned to swaying, but her dance was much softer now, her movements restrained but no less tantalising. It was more akin to a slow dance, and Stick would reach out to take Kyoko's wrists, guiding her hands to reach up and press against her own stomach. Stick was all too aware what Kyoko desired, her obsessions with a good stomach at least cluing Stick to what she needed to do to stay in her good graces. She guided Kyoko's hands to slide over her bare stomach whilst she continued to sway in a seductive manner, making sure Kyoko's fingers and palms got a good feel for every curve upon her to die for stomach.

Stick remained close, her breathing a little deeper, as she decided to lean more into Kyoko, bringing her hands away so that their stomachs could kiss together. It was then Stick began to softly grind against her, their midriffs docking together as their hips also pressed together.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick's slow and sexy dance could've been used by the manager as a trap if she was deadlier. Having remained confident that she was pacified was the only reason Kyoko felt it was safe enough to get closer, despite her fear and lack of any training her skill at moving her hips in such an alluring way managed to please her. Even the early struggle worked in her favor, she wasn't hurt enough that she was bruised and instead the sweat she worked up made her body sweat giving her abs a slight glow to them that was highlighted each time she would sway her hips, Stick only stopped when she knew Kyoko was close, and opened her eyes in shock. It almost looked like she was starting to enjoy her own dance, and she resumed it quickly before she grabbed Kyoko's arm and brought it to her stomach.

Kyoko was still wordless in watching the dance but the way her hand traveled across Stick's dancing belly told Stick she was making all the right moves, if not her body her face told it. Her eyes were glued to the redhead's performance and she remained still until Stick would press forward and proceed to rub her belly against the Queen's. "Mmmhh.." Kyoko hummed watching Stick work and feeling her body move with Sticks to continue the perfomance, only instead of trying to crush her stomach she was playing along with the dance.

[thesteedman]

'Just play the game...' Was the only thought that went through Stick's head right now. She had no chance of escape, locked within Kyoko's home with little more than her bikini for attire. If she tried to run, Kyoko was a greater athlete, she would simply take her down and before Stick would know what was going on, she would be bound back up against the punching bag, being used as one herself. Rather than be subjected to the torture, Stick was doing all she could to avoid it. So far... appeasing Kyoko was working.

Stick was a marvel of a woman, beautiful and well sculpted, and thus, she was doing all the right things, knowing well of Kyoko's fascination on the female midriff. Stick slowly and sensually began to slide and grind her bare stomach up against Kyoko's, her own eyes half closed with her hair draping over parts of her face to give Stick a more exotic and appealing look than usual. She heard Kyoko softly hum, enjoying the skin contact of a good stomach against her own. Kyoko's abs were solid, even with her core relaxed as it was. Stick already had experience after a long bearhug had her own abs being dominated by them, but at least now Kyoko was not trying to crush her.

With both women clad in little more than bikini like outfits, there was a lot more skin contact. Stick feared that Kyoko might get bored with just dancing however, and firmly pushed against Kyoko, looking to make her walk back. Behind Kyoko was a large chair, in which the back of her knees clashed, forcing her to sit down upon the chair. Whilst Stick contemplated running away, she was aware Kyoko could easily snatch her with her legs, and thus continued. Escape was no longer an option... but some small part of Stick was... finding an unusual enjoyment out of this.

Her hips continued to sway in such a manner that it highlighted the movements of her own midriff, and as Kyoko was seated, Stick would slide her hips between her thighs, coming to kneel before her whilst Kyoko sat. Stick would press a hand against her chest, looking to make her ease back and relax, before her hands slowly slid down to now caress and softly massage over Kyoko's own exposed core. "
"Is this alright?" Stick whispered, her voice low and almost seductive, looking to keep Kyoko at ease whilst she began to deeply caress her bare stomach with a massage.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick stepped closer during her dance and looked like she was trying to show off more, the hesitation and fear were mostly gone and Kyoko wondered if she was enjoying it now. She almost wanted to make a joke about it, but she felt the heat of Stick's body starting to press into her and actually push her back. The boldness of it amused her, she was doing a dance to avoid getting beat and now she was brushing against her. Kyoko wanted to see what she would do and if Stick was starting to either fight or amp up the show. Kyoko liked both options and would watch her move in, hips still moving and her sexy midriff rubbing against Kyoko until she was placed in her seat, and pushed against the chair.

"Mmmmhh.." Kyoko moaned, easing back into her chair and watching Stick's hand drop from her chest to her stomach. Kyoko had to question why Stick was trying to massage her belly...but it felt too good to protest. "Yes it is." Kyoko said, her body shaking to try and rub her abs against Stick's arm and get in place, ready to let Stick continue to impress her.

[thesteedman]

Stick would be lying if she said there was no part of her that was enjoying this. True, she was under a form of duress, the thread of Kyoko breaking and beating her midriff lingering in her mind if she did not appease her tormentor... but it felt like what began as a means to protect herself, was escalating gradually into something else. Despite feeling a knot in her core and a fear... Stick was beginning to feel a little something else too. She gazed upon Kyoko's form, managing to get a real good look upon the woman. She lay back on the chair, her midriff outstretched, her body clad in nothing but a two piece bikini, leaving the rest of her alluring form bare.

Kyoko's body was well tuned, her abs a sight to behold from years of training and conditioning. Beyond the marvel of her midriff, Kyoko was also beautiful, her hair long and dark, the rest of her body and her angelic features more than easy on the eyes. Kyoko began to slowly moan in an enticing manner, slowly writhing her body to Stick's touch. Stick's plans thus far to keep her tormentor pleased was working. It was not hard to do, knowing Kyoko had an obsession with a good core upon a woman, and it seemed any attention upon Kyoko's core was also of great interest. As such, Stick continued to massage her belly, running her hands over her washboard abs, exploring every curve and crevice of her flesh.

There was a sensual motion to how Stick caressed and massaged her. Slowly and almost delicately, Stick lowered herself to her knees before Kyoko, slipping her hips between her bare thighs to get a better leverage and position. Slowly her hands continued to roam over Kyoko's bare stomach, sliding over her hips, tracing between her abs, sliding over her navel in a slow and teasing manner. Stick herself got a little lost, falling into the moment as she could not help but bite her lower lip in a soft and seductive manner, firmly gliding her hands over Kyoko's bare belly. It was then she leaned in, delicately slipping a soft kiss against her stomach.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick's fear was fading and her arms were starting to massage her abs more, getting closer while her hands treated her abs with care. Each muscle on her abs got some attention by Stick's surprisingly delicate hands, tracing across the defined abs she had while Kyoko felt her body tense up. She felt warm and excited watching Stick do this and felt herself relax, confident Stick had nothing planned here but to please her like she was Queen. The only thing that changed was Stick getting bold and leaning in to kiss her belly.

"Mmmh!" Kyoko gasped. The softness of Stick's lips were unexpected and the warmth they carried made Kyoko's legs tighten around Stick's waist. By instinct her legs would do more and wrap around Stick like she was going for a body scissors, giving her a little pressure but nothing that could crush her while Kyoko leaned back in her chair, panting and loosening her abs for Stick to enjoy, and her legs staying there to encourage Stick to continue.

[thesteedman]

Stick did not know what possessed her to kiss at Kyoko's midriff, but here she was. The dynamic and mood of this situation was starting to shift and rapidly, and where Stick had seemingly once been a prisoner set for a evening of torture and 'education' as Kyoko might have put it herself, now she was here with Kyoko, kneeling against her form, sliding her hands over that outstretched and astonishing midriff. Stick had began this as a means to protect herself from a beating she sensed was coming her way, but as the time passed, she actually found she was becoming more enveloped in the situation herself. She bit upon her lower lip, noticing how Kyoko reacted as a soft gasp slipped from Kyoko's lips.

Before Stick had a chance to follow up or potentially retreat and rethink, Kyoko's bare legs raised upwards, wrapping and clamping firmly around Stick's waist for a deep bodyscissors. The initial grip made Stick gasp, as she clutched briefly at Kyoko's thighs, hearing her ankles slap together behind her to lock the hold. The pressure was intense to be sure, with Kyoko having a lot of power within those alluring yet dangerous legs. Despite the hard grasp, Kyoko was not crushing Stick, though the red haired beauty could sense the strength of those legs, knowing she could if she wanted.

Feeling Kyoko pull in with her legs, Stick was brought closer, gasping out as her own stomach muscles tensed up to endure the firm grip. She placed her hands upon Kyoko's hips, feeling herself being guided to continue, witnessing a look she had not seen before in Kyoko's eyes. Stick picked up where she left off, reaching down to glide her hands over the perfectly formed stomach of Kyoko, leaning in once more, slipping a soft kiss upon her abs whilst her hand slid and massaged down to caress over her belly just below Kyoko's navel. That first kiss was followed by a second, slipping and tracing her lips downwards just a little more over Kyoko's abs, holding a more sensual touch... before a third deeper kiss was planted against her stomach just above her belly button, a more teasing and sensual display as Stick found herself becoming slowly more lost in the moment.