Turn it Down [Scar & The Body]

[thesteedman]

Sophia's attempt to strike back did not go unmet. All at once, Lola revealed who was in control. Her ankles seemed to relock to adjust for the bigger squeeze, as the alluring thick thighed beauty suddenly let her legs press in more against the lower core of Sophia. This time she gasped out loud, clutching briefly at the couch as she whipped her head back and arched. Rational thought left her mind as pain began to take over her senses. Once more in blind desperation she began to push against those dangerous legs squeezing brutally. The worst part of it all, Lola was still not using all of her strength.

Sophia was feeling it, her breathing more strained, her chest heaving as her head whipped back once more whilst her spine arched and her toes curled. It was clear though that Sophia was of a better pedigree of captive though, as despite the constricting grasp, Sophia showed no signs of surrender. At least not yet. She bit on her lower lip, finding it hard to think straight as breathing was a normally simple task now turned more laborious. Her midriff was strained now more than ever, and Sophia began to try and pry at her ankles with one hand whilst the other pushed down against her rock hard thigh. Sophia straightened herself, but it was not a good move as it stretched out her captivating midriff, incidentally allowing Lola a little more space for her powerful legs to coil around.

Sophia moaned out... taking a moment to try and endure when it became apparent she no longer possessed the strength or the ability to escape. By now one of her legs was curled on the couch. Her mouth was parted to take in as much air as she could as her midriff tensed and strained to try and endure the terrible squeeze.
"Ugh.. agh... What did... you do to me?!" By now Sophia had figured out the drink was the cause of her debilitating condition. Her limbs felt exhausted, her body tired before this crushing grapple had even begun. Her hair draped over her eyes a little as Sophia groaned and tried to move away, only to be pulled back into position.

She looked upon Lola, seeing the shift in her demeanour, seeing a dark look on those once welcoming eyes. She could see a longing within them too, drinking in the form of Sophia whose torso was mostly left to the elements with the sports bra like top she was clad in. Looking down, Lola's legs had dominated her core, almost looking like her thighs could touch if they wanted, regardless of her form being between them.
"I... I can barely breath.." Sophia gasped out, the deep squeeze slowly sapping the energy from her along with her ability to draw breath.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola enjoyed the show, watching as Sophia danced in her grip, twisting this way and that as she poured the pressure on. She had to marvel at how lucky she was for this woman to cross her path - she doubted she could’ve found better if she’d gone out hunting tonight. While she wasn’t much of a bodybuilder herself, she’d always admired more athletic forms, loving the way the muscle was on display, the way it popped out from the skin, and this was a perfect example.

Her gaze went down to the midsection in particular, eying those abs. She could only see a few of them with her thighs bulging like this, but she could feel the rest, and they were positively divine. With most women, her bodyscissor could almost cut them in half at this point, but not with Sophia - no, this was tough meat, giving the right amount of resistance. She reached out and ran a hand over the She-Wolf’s stomach, but kept her hunger in check for the moment - there would be so much time to do so many things. No need to rush.

With the law sufficiently laid down, Lola eased back, but kept the pressure going. Sophia was still trying to get away, but she was getting easier to control, easily yanked back into position when she tried to make an escape. ”I poisoned you.” She answered the question with the same inflection someone might have used when asked about the weather. ”A sedative. Nothing too serious. You’ll feel fine in the morning.” She shrugged, as a second thought occurred to her. ”You won’t feel sleepy anymore, at least.”

Lola sat up and breathed deep, reaching over to run her hands through Sophia’s hair as the woman continued to squirm. Such long, vibrant hair. Lola would’ve liked it better if it wasn’t confined like that, so she pulled at the ponytail and let it flow free, shimmering strands cascading over her shoulder. She had just begun to enjoy the sight when her prey spoke up against.

”Barely? That won’t do.” Lola shook her hand and ran a teasing finger down her chest, her nail scraping at the skin. ”You shouldn’t be breathing at all. 60%.”

And then Lola proceeded to make that happen, as she pulled Sophia’s head against her chest, curled up tight, and brought the level to 2/3s. She made sure to put the focus of that pressure on her innards, forcing out all the air and refusing to let anymore in. Not that it would stop Sophia from trying, of course.

”Let it happen.” Her tongue traced around Sophia’s gaping lips, running a full circuit before she spoke again. ”Close your eyes.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia without a doubt would normally become abhorrent by Lola's sudden interest in her form, but her focus was on trying to endure and find a means to escape. As such, Sophia barely even reacted when Lola's hand began to slide over and caress her midriff, as the platinum blonde German desperately tried to break free, knowing that escape had to be the priority. Her energy was being sapped from the constricting grasp and fast, whilst the lack of air left Sophia gasping. Even at full strength, Sophia had to acknowledge that she would have had trouble against such a devastating grip. Those thighs were powerful, and it seemed this new arrival did not lack experience in applying this dangerous bodyscissors. From the devious look in her eyes and the subtle shift in expression, she was actually enjoying this.

When Lola was done sliding a hand over her strained midriff, her hands soon came to slide and smoothly caress through her hair in a near caring fashion, as if Lola was being delicate with her captive beyond the deep squeeze she had upon her lower core. It only made this situation all the more disturbing; as Sophia was focused on trying to push free, knowing distraction would only seal her fate if she stopped pushing against her legs to bat her arms away from her head. In truth, her fate was sealed the moment those long and alluring legs managed to wrap around her, but the German did not know that just yet. With a quick flick of the bob holding her ponytail, Lola slipped Sophia's hair to be free, letting it fall over her features and hang loose. Her hair draped down to fall just beyond shoulder length. Her hair was like silk to the touch, well-kept and soft, whilst a slight unkempt fringe now dangled over Sophia's eyes giving her a captivating appearance. She breathed deep, her hands pawing as her struggles began to slowly fail from the prolonged crush upon her slender waist.

Despite her enjoyment of the situation, Lola wanted to speed things up. Seeing that Sophia was enduring somewhat, she announced the escalation in strength, before her long and exposed legs complied. Once more her ankles adjusted, slapping together before her thighs seemed to harden more and grow, pressing in deeper against that taut midriff and lower back of Sophia in an oppressing fashion. This time, her back clicked and creaked a little, as Sophia gagged out. Her struggles renewed as pain began to take over from rational thought, acting on instinct alone, pushing with desperation as her entire body strained before her back curved into an arch. Her lips parted to shout out but no sound escaped from the lack of air as her legs writhed and her arms pushed.

Despite her efforts, there was no escape, and after a few seconds, that adrenaline surge that made her struggle began to die off. Sophia began to falter, her movements becoming sluggish as her hands slipped from the dangerous thighs that continued to press in against her stunning core. Sophia could not even resist against Lola when she pulled her head to the side, forcing her to be close as she shifted her midriff deeper between her thighs. By now, Sophia could not breathe at all, and it was only a matter of time before her body failed her and she passed out. She was lying back on the couch, her chest heaving as Lola began to twisted snuggle up to her. Sophia's eyes began to close slowly, her mouth agape as her lungs struggled to draw breath. She felt Lola slip close, her own lips and tongue beginning to softly tease around her open mouth... but there was nothing Sophia could do. Her body slowly slumped more; as her eyes finally closed... her body slowly began to relax as she lost consciousness, making for a deeper and brutal looking squeeze... as Sophia fell completely limp within Lola's deadly bodyscissor.

With her eyes closed, lying seemingly asleep, Sophia made for quite a sight, a beauty to behold even when she was not active.

[BlackAkuma]

There we go, much better. Lola hated when women wrapped their hair up like that, always preferring such lovely strands to flow free. And Sophia’s gossamer hair was truly a sight - so long, so lustrous, something worth beholding. Lola couldn't resist running her fingers through it, enjoying the touch, before her hands found far more intriguing things to occupy their time.

It was time for the show. Lola’s favorite part of any encounter like this - the moment where her prey slipped into dreamland. No two women went the same way. Some tried to beg her, pleading for release, giving her silent prayers as the life faded from their bodies. Others were rowdy and tried to batter her thighs away, wasting their time and energy as she ramped up the pressure in punishment. Some just laid back and accepted it, coming to terms with their fates. Sophia was definitely a fighter, small surprise there, trying to push away at her legs till the very end. Desperate struggles, lots of squirming, futilely pushing at her thighs. Valiant efforts, sure, but they were getting her absolutely nowhere.

No, Sophia was fading, a candle being snuffed out in the wind, and Lola had the perfect placement to watch. With her eyes staring into the German’s she stayed close, seeing her eyelids close and her body shutting down, going, going…

Gone.

Lola held the bodyscissor for ten or so more seconds, just to make sure Sophia wasn’t playing possum - one of her victims had tried that and nearly gotten the better of her, so it wasn’t a mistake she would ever repeat. When it was clear that, no, she wasn’t about to make a miraculous comeback, Lola promptly unlocked the bodyscissors and flopped back on the table, fanning her face to cool down. The music had moved on to AutoPlay, giving her a light, jazzy tune with guitars riffing in the background, just the sort of low-key she needed to set the mood for what came next.

And what came next? Getting Sophia to the bedroom. Easier said than done.

If Lola’s legs were weapons of mass destruction, then her arms were, at best, pistols, which made the act of carrying Sophia through the apartment a challenge. She ultimately had to grab her under the arms and just drag her like a drunkard, hauling her down the hall and kicking the door to her room open. The room itself was perfectly suited for the night - a sleek, black-themed affair, with a queen-sized bed that would give them more than enough room.

Lola pulled Sophia up and let her flop, leaving her legs to dangle over the side. She let out a long sigh, glad that was done with, then made her way over to her walk-in closet and started rifling through her clothes. Not only did she want to get out of these, but she wanted to be in something a little more visually exciting and fitting when she went to work on Sophia. It wouldn’t take her long to get into it, but she had to remember where she put it, first…

[thesteedman]

Sophia was out of it during the transition from the living room to the bedroom. Lola managed to drag her unconscious form across her soft carpet, before finally slunking her to fall upon her large bed. She made little effort to position her, with Lola's priority being that she simply brought her 'guest' into the bedroom. As such, Sophia lay on her back, one of her legs draping over the edge of the bed as she rested on the silken sheets. Clad in little more than a sports bra like top and those light trousers that hung low on her lips, Lola was granted an exquisite sight of her form. Her breathing was slow as modestly sized but perfectly shaped breasts rose and fell. Sophia was quiet when she slept, looking peaceful and beautiful. There was nothing alluring however about the fashion in which she was forced into this slumber.

Content that the German was settled in place, Lola went away into her walk-in wardrobe, leaving Sophia alone for a few minutes. It was in those few minutes that she began to stir a little, a soft groan escaping her lips as she turned herself. Unaware of her position or what was going on, she found herself rolling over. Her eyes felt heavy, but they began to open, finding herself in a low lit room. Music played softly from the living room, becoming a whisper in this one, whilst a fragrance hung in the air. Unsure of what had happened, Sophia thought she was home for a moment and lying on her bed... but the sheets were unfamiliar as well as the scents. Grimacing, she slowly began to sit up, her arms and legs still heavy from the sedative.

After a few seconds of confusion, the captivating platinum blonde began to come to her senses, swiftly recalling an inability to breath and a crushing embrace that viced her core. Her stomach muscles were sore, and her head was stinging with a headache after being starved of oxygen. She gasped quietly as she heard a sound within the walk-in closet of ruffling clothes, realising quickly that Lola was not present. With a heavy form, Sophia began to pull herself across the bed, trying to work up to her hands and knees. It was a slow and difficult process, with the sedatives having hit full effect by now despite her brief slumber. Biting on her lower lip, Sophia began to shift herself towards the edge of the bed, her arms straining as she began to try and work towards freedom!

[BlackAkuma]

”Going somewhere?”

The Body

Sophia would turn about to see Lola exiting the closet, dressed in her ring gear - a dark, alluring two-piece that put her fine figure on full display. While it was no more or less revealing than the last outfit, this one suited her more, paying homage to ancestry in the sexiest. Every curve was perfectly accentuated, her breasts seemed to flow over the top, and her legs loomed large, with the loincloth doing precious little to hide them.

She was a dark Aztec goddess, vengeful and cruel, and she was walking straight towards Sophia.

Lola took a leisurely strut past Sophia, not the least bit hurried, and closed the door right in front of her - not that it mattered, but she wanted the point to be driven home, without a question. She wasn’t leaving this room until she was allowed to leave. The sooner she came to terms with that, the better.

She reached down, grabbed Sophia by the hair with both, and proceeded to drag her back to the bed, hauling her along like an unruly child. As soon as she was close, she grabbed her under the shoulders, hauled her off, and proceeded to dump her back on the bed, leaving her sprawled out and spread eagle.

Sophia wouldn’t be on there alone, either - Lola promptly crawled her way up the bed, slithering over her legs, stalking her like a jungle cat. She only stopped halfway to dip down and licked at her stomach, running her tongue along the defined abs, peppering her with soft kisses. [color=#0408080]”You’re tired. Weak. It’s been a long day.”[/color] She gave Sophia a long, lustful lick, right down the center, and peered over her chest. [color=#0408080]”Ready for another nap?”[/color]

[thesteedman]

There was an aura of significant change to Lola when she revealed herself to Sophia after a brief moment of absence in the walk in closet. She strutted out in a slow and purposefuly manner, her hips swaying as her two piece outfit flowed with the motions. With the loincloth draping between her legs and behind, Lola was technically wearing slightly more clothes than before, but all at once she commanded a presence. In the low ambient light of her bedroom, there was almost a glisten to her darkened skin, highlighting every curve and definition of muscle and power within her completely exposed legs. Lola looked almost gothic in this darkened clothing, with a slight adjustment of makeup to better suit her present look.

Sophia frowned, still in the process of trying to stand to take on this threat Lola had become. In an almost mocking fashion, Lola slid past her, coming to close the door as if to seal Sophia in this new prison of hers. With the sedative in full effect, Sophia could do naught but gasp out as Lola approached, taking a handful of her loose hair before she pulled her sharply, forcing Sophia to collapse back with a few bounces upon the bed. Lying on her back, Sophia tried to sit up... desperate to get away from her captor, but the scantily clad beauty was already upon her.

She moved with intent, crawling in a slow and smooth fashion, making sure to press herself against the exposed shins of Sophia's legs to get as much skin contact as she could. She began to slide her form up Sophia's coming to a stop at her midriff, before Lola slowly and sensually began to slide her tongue over her stomach. Sophia shuddered in alarm, trying to slide away. Her efforts were countered as Lola moved with her, almost serpentine like. Her lips began to kiss over the bare skin of her well defined midriff. Sophia placed her hands firmly against Lola's shoulders, a look of determination as she tried to push Lola from her form. Lola seemingly ignored those weakened and futile efforts, instead giving a longing and deep lick right down her belly, before letting her whispers reach Sophia's ears, asking if she wanted to fall to a fresh slumber.

"Ugh... How could... you do this to me? Drug me?! Ugh! The... LAW will find out.. about this." Sophia gasped out in quiet and exhausted alarm, watching Lola's eyes and how they gazed upon her. Her words might as well have been white noise, as it was clear Lola was not even really listening to Sophia. Still... the scarred but beautiful German was getting desperate.
"S... stop this now. If this is some manner of... warped and twisted way of making a move... I... already have a girlfriend."

[BlackAkuma]

Italian, Brazilian, Canadia, American…Lola had shared her bed with men and women from all over the world. People from all over came past her club - usually tourists whom she never saw again. It gave her a wealth of experience, but had she ever had German before? She couldn't recall. Not off the top of her head.

That being said, she was a fast-growing fan, especially fond of the flavor. Sophia had been working out before, which gave her skin a rich, salty taste, just enough sweat to make her tantalizing. The way she continued to fight, even now that her fate was sealed, only made the conquest more enriching. It reminded her of the live squid she’d tried, just a week ago, in this lovely little fish market down the street. The way it danced along her tongue and squirmed all the way down, fighting even as it made its way into her stomach…

Morbid? Perhaps.

Lola heard Sophia’s comment about LAW - or did she mean the law, as in the police? Either way, she wasn’t terribly bothered. From what she knew of the latter, it would be a simple matter to make them believe this was consensual, despite Sophia’s protestations. Things like this weren’t uncommon in the wrestling world, especially in the lewd leagues. As for the former? As near as she could tell, they cared little about their wrestler’s safety in such matters. They might even give her a push, if she made this into something worthwhile.

She only acknowledged Sophia’s initial threat with a half-hearted hum, as if it wasn’t even worth a verbal reply. What she said next, however? That was more interesting.

Lola kept moving up until their hips aligned - chest to chest, face to face, eye to eye. She brought her hands up to run them through Sophia’s hair, giving her a loving caress, almost caring, before she pulled her in, forced her to sit up, and wrapped her legs around the woman’s waist, applying a tight bodyscissor from the front. She wouldn’t let the power exceed 40% this time, though - no, she wanted her victim to hurt, but not to go to sleep. Not just yet. She had a couple of questions.

”A girlfriend? Hm.” She brought her head to the side and brought her lips to Sophia’s neck, placing soft kisses, flicking her tongue out every now and then for another taste. ”Tell me about her.”

[thesteedman]

There was a sudden pause that left a terrible feeling in Sophia's core the moment she almost proudly announced that she was in a relationship. Her eyes widened a little, even her scarred half closed eye when she saw a shift in Lola's aura. The statement had interested her significantly, making Sophia instantly regret revealing that truth about her. After what felt like a few seconds of silence, came a slow and sensual approach from her tormentor, as Lola almost delicately began to slide over her form. Lola's scantily clad body began to press against Sophia's own, her larger chest coming to force down against Sophia's breasts, mushrooming them somewhat, whilst her hips docked against Sophia's whilst their bare stomachs kissed firmly.

Sophia tried to push against her, grunting as Lola slid close, her lips near brushing against her own as those eyes of hers stared deviously into her own. There was another silence for a moment, with Sophia breathing a little heavier as Lola gazed upon her, her interest pipped. Without a word, Lola soon began to run her hands through the soft and now loose hair of Sophia's, near massaging her scalp as she seemingly lovingly began to caress through her silk like hair. Sophia tried to turn away, but gasped when Lola took advantage of her lowered guard... not that it would have mattered if Sophia had been on guard. With a swift and frightening motion, Lola pulled Sophia up against her, before those long and marvel shaped legs snapped around Sophia's waist. Sophia gasped out, her arms getting trapped at her sides whilst Lola settled into place, squeezing hard against her lower core.

Sophia leaned back, grimacing as her form strained and tensed. This was not as tight as Lola could manage, but it felt something in-between when she squeezed her out and when she first began. Trapped flat on her own knees, she found herself on the centre of the bed, with Lola wrapped around her, slowly crushing her. The fashion of her scissor was almost like that of what the Baroness performed, her legs wrapped around her in a cross legged formation, her calves digging into her lower back. Sophia's midriff tensed up, as she groaned out and arched, just about catching Lola's response, before she then asked about her. Sophia felt like she had really dropped the ball. Why did she say what she had.

"Ugh! You... you do not deserve to know about her!" Sophia gasped out in defiance, before wincing as Lola slid close to her. The squeeze made her moan softly, as she struggled to try and free her arms. Whilst she did this, Lola continued to grant herself the benefits of her captive, slipping in soft and sensual kisses upon the side of the German's neck, letting her tongue slide across her flawless flesh. The kissing was slow, deep and purposeful, Lola drinking in Sophia's scent as she could not stop herself from groaning as those dangerous legs continued to crush her prey. A sense of desperation befell Sophia as she struggled weakly, the first cracks in her tough shell already forming when visible hints of panic were present in her eyes after getting pulled into another bodyscissors.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola had to say, of all the body’s she’d crushed - and there were so many - Sophia’s was among the best. There was just something about a fit body that made her tingle all over. It reminded her of crushing a watermelon, in a way - the hardest, the density, the resistance. There was this thrilling sensation right before it all caved in and gave way to her thighs, a little burst of electricity that shot through her legs. But, unlike the fruit, Sophia’s body never truly cracked - it just stayed at that high, feeding her, charging her.

It was almost like her legs were consuming the woman. She could feel bones shifting, ligaments giving way, organs squishing together. Yes, Sophia struggled, but she might as well have been a mouse in the cat’s maw - there was no getting away, no breaking out of this trap. Lola breathed deep had her fill of the German, letting her kiss fall wherever they may, savoring every taste.

It was all perfect. So perfect.

Except for one, little thing.

When Sophia refused to answer her question, Lola took hold of her hair and gave it a savage yank, pulling her head back as far as her legs would allow. She didn’t increase the pressure just yet, not wanting her to go to sleep again for the moment, but she did pulse her thighs in quick succession - expanding, retracting, expanding, retracting, giving her body brief seconds of relief only to come back down on her with punishing force.

”Learn this, mosca.” She gave her a final viscous pump, before going back to the usual pressure, all while she keep her tone low and slow and menacing, just short of a growl. ”Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets. When Lola asks, you answer. Clear?” She planted a loving kiss on Sophia’s cheek and patted the side of her head, all with a dark smile.

”Now, again: Tell me about your girlfriend.”