Holly & Blanco's S+M Session ... [for BlackAkuma]

[Luncha_Libre]

The couple sat there between their captors, looking surprisingly comfortable for their situation. Or at least, as comfortable as Holly ever was. Blanco, meanwhile, seemed to be considering the possibility of what he was going to learn, and everything he figured was going to be shown to him.

“Hey, thanks!” Blanco said blithely, as Sabine complimented his skills in the ring. He then turned to the Morrigan, watching her chow down suggestively on her meal, not being subtle about the subtext. “That must be good sausage …”

“Okay, then,” Holly nodded, swallowing hard. Her body visibly shuddered at the memory of what Sabine had started with her in the ring, and she blushed a solid pink once again. She tried to shake it off. By the terms of the match, it wasn’t as if she had any say in what would happen, from here on out. Best to just lie back and think of England. “I … I’m sure I’m ready for that.”

“Gotcha!” Blanco agreed, enthusiastically as he rocked to the side as Morrigan punched his arm. “Man, you guys have a personal ring. Missus, we need a personal ring, I’m kind of shocked we don’t have one …”

“I’ll put it on the shopping list, mister,” Holly said, rolling her eyes. Blanco got up off his chair, and held Holly’s hand as she hopped down from hers. The two nodded to one another, and turned to face their captors. Blanco gave an affirmative nod to the Morrigan, ready to head to the ring. Holly crossed her hands over her waist, and nodded to Sabine, ready to accept whatever fate the German woman had planned for her …

[BlackAkuma]

”The best.” The Morrigan winked back and finished tearing up her meal, gulping it down faster and letting loose with a worthy burp. The innuendo was clear, but she did mean it - Sabine was, among many other things, a hell of a cook, and she never missed the chance to scarf down one of her meals. It was just the pick-me-up she needed after a hard night of wrestling, too, something to get her body back on track for the rest of the night. What she had in mind was going to be a bit strenuous…

”The ring comes in handy. Not so grand as the one at the arena, obviously, but you’ll find it more than suitable for your purposes. So long as someone remembers to clean it after she’s done.” She affixed her partner with a quick glare, knowing well that Morrigan had a habit of leaving pools of sweat about the ring after her more vigorous training sessions. Her smile returned soon, however, and she nodded Blanco’s way. ”If you wish, I’ll put you in contact with the man who I bought ours from. He will give you a fair price, I assure you.”

As entertaining as this banter, they were all here for a reason, and it wasn’t simply to make niceties. Sabine could tell that their guests were eager, and she was eager to serve them. She stood up, and made her way to Holly’s side, taking her hand with a soft grip. ”No more delays, then.” She gently tugged the woman, nudging her towards the hallway. ”Let us begin.”

The Morrigan was, of course, far less subtle about it. She gave Blanco a hearty slap on the ass and a rough shove on the back, pushing him off to the opposite side. She brushed past him and opened up the door leading to their garage. ”You and me, boyo, this way.” She began to peel off her shirt as she moved, revealing the black sports bra she wore underneath, struggling to contain her cleavage.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly took a deep breath. Here it was, time to take her medicine. Honestly, this was better than previous POW matches she had lost. At least Sabine and Morrigan were good hosts, actually making her feel comfortable and welcome instead of simply strapping her to a wall or a bed and having their way with her. If it hadn’t been the result of a humiliating defeat, this might have felt like almost any other social gathering …

“That would be appreciated!” Blanco said, enthusiastically. Holly looked at him quizzically, trying to figure out how he could be so casual. All this going on, and he was still trying to figure out where he could get a personal ring? Holly shook her head … the goof.

“Yes, Mistress,” Holly said, bowing her head as Sabine took her by the hand. Holly took a deep breath, her bust swelling up against her tight bra as she prepared herself. Holly blushed, thinking about their earlier conversation, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about how quickly she slipped into a submissive stance. Still, she would follow Sabine wherever she went.

“Whoa!” Blanco staggered forward with a stinging ass after Morrigan smacked him in the direction she wanted. “On my way, on my way!” The luchador put his hands up, smirking. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see Morrigan start to disrobe, eyes widening as he saw her gear struggling to contain her curves. “Damn, I actually forgot for a minute how strong you are … this is gonna be a long session, isn’t it?” The lithe luchador started some stretches as he made his way toward the ring, crossing his arms over his broad chest, twisting at the waist, reaching to his full length as he did so. It wouldn’t take a close examination to see the anticipatory stiffness in his trunks, either. “Probably not gonna do me any good to ask you to take it easy on me, huh? Don’t know if you know this, but our last match didn’t end so great, for us …”

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan tossed her clothes off and threw them to the far end of the room, letting them drape along a bench press in the corner, not caring too much about making a match. Most of her focus was on the man she was about to spar with - the same man who’d sent her packing in their first match. While she’d gotten the better of them the second time, she’d be lying if that first one hadn't stuck in her craw. But she was trying to be professional about it, do what Sabine said and chalk it up to a learning experience.

Trying. Trying.

She quirked her eyebrow at his question, not sure whether or not the man was teasing her or not. ”Fuck’re you talking about? You beat me one-on-one, remember? That tag match doesn’t count for shite, far as I’m concerned.” As much as she wanted to take credit for it, there was no getting around the fact that Sabine had done a fair share of the legwork in their match, tipping the scales in their favor. It didn’t help that he was teamed up with a limpwrist like Holly, either.

”So, how you wanting to do this? Because I want to get some training in, but I want to have a little fun, too.” She chewed her lip as she hopped up on the apron, and once more took in the full sight of his body. Quite a sight. ”How about we make this spicy, hm? Up the stakes.”

The Morrigan wasn’t known for her subtlety, but the same couldn't be said for Sabine, who already seemed to have Holly in her thrall. She was surprised when the woman called her ‘mistress’ even though she’d opened the way for her to use a less formal name. She’d been in this situation before, clearly. More than a few times.

”So, I am curious. You’ve clearly been down this avenue before - how familiar are you with BDSM? Have you only experienced it through POW match, or have you ever partaken recreationally?”

As she spoke, she opened the way to her bedroom, which was already set up for various invigorating activities. Her bed was covering in black satin sheets with matching pillows, with ropes already tied to the bedpost. A St. Andrews Cross waited in the corner, while her dresser was adorned with numerous toy, some of which Holly might be familiar with: a flogger, a whip, a cat-o-ninetails, among many others, all of them high quality. The lights cast a red, garish glow on the room, which paired perfectly with the crimson carpet.

Like something out of Holly's nightmares...or dreams?

[Luncha_Libre]

“Hey, fair enough,” Blanco said, shrugging and throwing up his hands. “I’m not going to argue with you, but from my perspective, you ladies definitely got yours back in the tag match. Trust me, it’s not that often I get carried out of the ring like that, so give yourself some credit!

“But I guess that’s what this sparring bout is for, eh? I definitely know I’m not going to be taking this too lightly …” Blanco stretched a bit more, limbering himself. He pulled his lean muscles long, limbering up. He hopped up and down, getting the blood flowing, his package bouncing around in his trunks with him before he adjusted the tights. Blanco watched his powerful opponent jump on the ring apron, before giving him a long look.

“Huh, hadn’t considered that,” Blanco said, as he pulled himself up onto the apron. He wiped his boots three times on the ring apron, then looked to Morrigan. “I mean, you already own me and Holly for the night, but what the hell, why not? What kind of stakes were you thinking of?” Before Morrigan could answer, Blanco gripped the ropes, and swung himself up and over the ropes. He balanced his chest on the turnbuckle, then used that to pivot into the ring. He hit the mat with both boots, before gripping the ropes to pull at them and stretch out one last time.

***

Holly’s eyes widened as Sabine lead her into the private room. Her gaze scanned across the assortment of toys in the room, and her nearly-bare ass twitched in anticipation of what they would be used for. She took a deep breath, keeping her head bowed.

“I, ah, I might have partaken a little bit at home,” Holly admitted, the confession making her cheeks blush. “Blanco and I might do a little … grappling, while we play. And maybe I’ve introduced him to some handcuffs, ah …” Holly trailed off, biting her lip. Normally, Holly’s opponents, the ones that got to take her home, anyway, weren’t this chatty. The Brit found herself hoping none of this would get out and ruin her reputation even further.

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine couldn't help but chuckle at Holly’s timid nature, her shyness, her cuteness. After being exposed so many times, one would think a woman like her would be accustomed to situations like this, but she was in many ways still a fawn, so helpless and vulnerable. She never cared for ‘cuteness’, but there was something undeniably adorable about the Briton. It almost made Sabine want to hug her. Almost.

Before they could proceed, however, there was one issue they needed to correct. Sabine moved over, brought her hands to Holly’s chin, and lifted her head up, so that they might meet eye-to-eye, staring into the woman’s innocent pearls with her piercing gaze.

”Holly, this will be your first order - in my presence, in my house, you are to keep your head up. You are a beautiful young woman, with nothing to be ashamed of. I will simply not abide by you staring at the floor. Stand with pride.”

Sabine took a moment to admire Holly’s complete form, taking her in from head to toe before she nodded with satisfaction and returned to her inventory, stopping on some handcuffs. She pulled them off the shelf and started swinging them about her finger, giving Holly a scandalous grin. ”Handcuffs. The gateway drug of kink.” She had a small, knowing smile as she made her way to her captive’s side. ”I’m curious about this grappling, though. You know better than most how intimate an experience wrestling can be - how far do you take it?”

While Sabine was being her usual subtle self, Morrigan was being somewhat less subtle.

”I want to fuck you.”

Somewhat.

She let that bomb drop as she made her way into the ring, hopping over the ropes and coming down for a hard landing. She could beat around the bush when she wanted to, but she was in a mood to get down to brass tacks with Blanco. She was into him, obviously, no sense in being coy about, and they both knew where she wanted things to go. Best to get the band-aid off.

”If I get you down, if I win? I want one good fuck. Nothing serious.” She rolled her shoulders and spoke like it was no big thing, because - well, it wasn’t, was it?

”What about you? Be a little creative. Surprise me.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was trying to watch Sabine nervously, and admittedly her personal posture was not the best. A mixture of worry and the lingering feelings of being defeated in the ring yet again weighed on her shoulders, made her droop her head. However, something clicked when Sabine verbally chasised her for it, and the British Bombshell snapped to attention.

“Yes, mistress!” Holly said, involuntarily, as her head snapped up. She crossed her hands over her waist, squared her shoulders, and stood up straight. Part of Holly was immediately flashing back to strict Catholic school, as she tucked her chin high and composed herself properly. As properly as she could in her bra and panties, standing at the mercy of a German dominatrix. Holly felt a chill as Sabine walked around her, anticipation building for what lay ahead of her.
“I’m … familiar, yes,” Holly nodded, keeping her tone level. “I don’t know what you mean, though …” Holly honestly didn’t. “Blanco and I will spar, and that always leads to lovemaking. Several of my opponents have, um, taken it quite far. Out of the corner of her eye, Holly looked nervously at the handcuffs. “If we were to wrestle, how far would you take me?”

***

Blanco was feeling limbered up and ready to go, but he was stopped for a moment by Morrigan’s abrupt and blunt proposition. The luchador loosened up a little, and leaned on the ropes.

“Huh, that’s direct,” Blanco said. “I appreciate that, because most of the time that stuff goes right over my head like a fucking 'rana. Okay, sure, we’ll put some stakes on it.” Blanco didn’t see the point in acting coy, he was already standing here with an erection that his little white underwear did nothing to hide, why play around about it if she wasn’t. Besides, he and Holly had lost, these two got to do whatever they wanted with their bodies, tonight. Morrigan was giving him a fighting chance.

“Now, if I come out on top again,” Blanco said, looking thoughtful. “Then, I want you to meet up with Holly, and let her dom you in front of me. Just the worst match of your life, let her slam you around the ring. I know she’s your partner’s property tonight, but that’s something I have always wanted to see, and am totally willing to arrange another meeting for it. What do you say?”

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan laughed.

It didn’t come out immediately. There was a delay after Blanco laid out his counteroffer. She had thought he would ask for something bland and predictable, maybe bid for his early freedom or ask that she do some kind of tepid gesture like kissing his feet. Nothing to surprising, just the sort of vanilla thing she was used to hearing. Instead, he approached her with a wild idea that put an insane picture in Morrigan’s head. The idea of Holly ‘domming’ her, slamming her about the ring, taking control of her…oh, that was priceless. She was half-tempted to make it happen regardless, just to see what happened. Would she even know where to start?

So, out came the laugh, a long and drawn-out one that rattled the walls. It went on for a few seconds, too, the better part of a minute, before she managed to get it under control. ”Sure, fuck it, I’ll go with that. You’re on.”

More hyped than ever, she started to circle the ring, rolling her arms as she went, never letting Blanco out of her sight. ”Anything goes, this time. No pinfalls, just subs.” She smacked her lips. ”No ref to hide behind this time, boyo.”

Sabine had heard the faint cackling emanating through the walls and raised her eyebrows at it, curious what wild thoughts were going through Morrigan’s head. She just hoped that her partner wasn’t going too rough over there - while she trusted her, she and the Irishwoman could have different ideas on what constituted ‘fun’.

She decided not to focus on that for the moment, however, with Holly giving her more than enough to chew on. The woman was understandably coy about her exploits in the bedroom, but Sabine would peel those layers away soon enough.

”That all depends on you, mein leibchen.” She came at Holly from behind and ran the handcuffs along her back, letting the cold still make her shiver. ”How far do you want to go?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco let the silence between the two of them linger for a moment, after pitching his terms for the match. So, when Morrigan answered with a loud, hearty laugh, it caught him off guard. He had been curious what a powerful, proud woman like Morrigan would have thought of such a scenario, getting dominated by a woman who, for all her heart and charm in the ring, was considered to be one of the worst wrestlers in the entire world. Not that Blanco agreed, of course, but some people only saw win/loss records, not the heart she showed in each match.

Morrigan’s answer made Blanco grin, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit more excitement for the bout. He could honestly see this bout going either way despite his earlier win, but the idea of seeing his girl topping this woman was a good motivator.

“Sounds good to me,” Blanco said, circling along with Morrigan. “You be careful too, I might have to end up busting out some of the weird shit, if we’re going no holds barred! How many falls are we going to?” Blanco kept on the move, watching Morrigan’s shoulders, trying not to get too distracted by her bouncing curves so he could respond to her inevitable offense.

***

Back in the bedroom, Holly’s eyebrows raised at the sound of laughter. Sounds like Blanco was making friends again. Win or lose, seemed like he was good at that. Holly kind of wished she had that talent, but right now she had concerns of her own …

“Ah!” Holly audibly gasped as she felt the cool metal on her lower back. She squirmed a little at the touch but tried to get her body back under control. Again, Sabine was asking her questions, trying to draw her out of her nervous shell. Holly bit her lip, as she tried to chew over an answer.

“I … I’m willing to go as far as you’ll take me,” Holly said, eventually. “You two won the match, we’re completely yours. If you want me to wrestle you, I’ll certainly try. After all, by the rules of the match, I … I’m all yours …” Holly squared her shoulders again, trying to swallow her nerves. Her buns flexed nervously, and her chest strained against her bra as she took a deep breath. Her heart was racing, and the anticipation was building in her body …

[BlackAkuma]

”’As far as you’ll take me’.” Sabine couldn't resist a dark, evil chuckle at that one. The poor thing had no idea what she was truly asking for. [color=#ff00b]”Be careful what you wish for, Holly. I could take you quite far, indeed.”[/color] She took hold of the Briton’s hair and gave it a gentle tug, pulling her head back just enough to expose her neck and plant a few kisses on that tender flesh, gracing the delicate flesh with her teeth.

”But your mistress is merciful. And playful. I won’t be breaking you today.” She broke away and gave the woman a little pat on the buttocks, pushing her forward as she did. ”That being said, you’ve intrigued me. We’re going to have a wrestling match of our own - I want to see what Blanco’s been enjoying.”

As Holly took her position on the bed, Sabine made a show of slipping out of her clothes and into something altogether more suitable. Her typical wrestling outfit wouldn’t have sufficed for bed wrestling. Still, luckily, she’d come prepared with something more fitting, in multiple senses of the word.

Feast your eyes

Sabine kicked her clothes off at the ankle, shoving them off to the corner, and began to strut around the bed, taking her time as she circled it. She wanted to burn the image of Holly on it, so innocent and vulnerable, into her memory for all time, before she came over there and utterly ruined it.

The Morrigan, however, was struggling with an entirely different image of Holly, still trying to imagine the woman as a dom. The sheer craziness of it was enough to make her consider throwing the match right away - after all, she could get sex any night, and while she did want this man in particular inside of her, it wasn’t like the world would come to an end if she didn’t get it. He was good, she would bet on it, but he didn’t strike her as a porn star or anything. She wasn’t expecting anything earthshattering.

But getting dommed by the most sub woman she’d ever come across? That was rare. It was only her competitive edge that kept her going, here. She'd happily let it go if she didn’t have a legit score to settle with this man.

”Cocky, I like that.” She gave her knuckles a good cracking. ”I think one fall’s plenty - though we’ll go with accepted submissions, too. Want the option to make you scream for a while.” She flashed him a toothy grin. ”And it all starts-”

The Morrigan broke her own sentence and dashed forward with her arm outstretched, trying to catch Blanco off guard with a quick lariat to the chest.