Turn it Down [Scar & The Body]

[thesteedman]

"Agh!" Sophia grimaced, unable to defend herself as Lola grasped a handful of her long hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to arch in an awkward fashion. Sophia was deceptively flexible, but she was no Asp, and her spine had its limits which Lola was slowly testing. She grunted, closing her eyes tightly, before a series of deep pulsating squeezes began to grind around her waist. Each pump of pressure was brief, only a few seconds, teasing the terrible implication of just how much pressure Lola could inflict if she so desired. The pain was intense, as a few clicks sounded out from Sophia's lower back, causing her form to strain as she cried out in agony.

Lola tortured her for a significant moment, applying pressure... crushing Sophia tightly for a few gruelling seconds, before easing, virtually making Sophia gasp and collapse, before the terrible grip tightened again, repeating the process. Feeling Lola release her hair from the discomforting grip, she inflicted one last squeeze that was more prolonged than the rest, making Sophia strain hard as she gasped out breathlessly. It felt like her body might burst from the oppressing pressure, as she began to writhe and struggle, the pain overwhelming her senses. It came to an end, leaving Sophia to fall limp against Lola, breathing hard and deep. Her form barely relaxed, still strained from enduring the frontal bodyscissors.

Lola's nature seemed to twist and warp in an instant, much akin to the old story of Jekyll and Hyde. Her expression had been dark, almost fierce when she had been crushing Sophia, gazing with malicious intent to cause harm whilst her thighs decimated Sophia's waist in the deep crush. Now the other part of her had returned, still dark, possessing a twisted look in her eyes... but she was possessive, once more running her hands in a caring fashion through her hair despite having yanked it a moment ago. She began to kiss softly against her cheek and her neck, whispering her warnings that she would repeat the torture if Sophia did not comply.

Sophia had a strong will... but she was regrettably not unbreakable. Few wrestlers had defeated her outright, but many had still tested her will, broke her confidence with twisted and devious ways. Lola was quickly etching her name amongst those, crushing Sophia, slowly taking advantage of her weakened state. Naturally such torture could break her down, and on any other day Sophia would be compliant by now, having experienced first hand just what terrible torture was in store for her if she did not do as she was asked. However, when it came to Katherine Hart... Sophia was discovering first hand something within. With a determination in her exhausted eyes, Sophia shook her head when Lola repeated her question. The German beauty would not give up anything about the woman she loved...

"I already answered... You... do not... deserve to know..." Sophia whispered through pained breaths. She closed her eyes tightly, aware of what might occur for such defiance, focusing on breathing.

[BlackAkuma]

To the untrained eye, it might seem like the worst part of this was the actual squeezing - and it was. But in her time crushing bodies, Lola had gained a great appreciation for the effect she could have on the human body, in ways that few outside the medical profession could appreciate. In her experience, releasing the pressure could hurt almost as much as applying, especially if done abruptly. When she released her bodyscissor in such a fashion, all the organs popped back into place in a hurry, which caused pain in places and ways most weren’t accustomed to outside of contortionists. The best sorts of pain were the ones her victims weren’t accustomed to, the kinds that took them by surprise.

Sophia was experiencing that right now, and while she seemed more used to it than many would be, it was having an effect. She knew she wouldn’t be the first woman to put her in such a position, but Lola would strive to be one of the best, looking to leave a tangible impact on the woman.

Bones cracked. Muscles crushed. Ligaments stretched. The human body was her instrument, and she could manipulate it, bring out the most beautiful sounds. It was only a matter of time, until…

”Hm.”

It was so slight that Sophia could be forgiven for missing it, but Lola couldn't help a small twitch when Sophia refused her a second time. A rare occurrence, and it cemented her suspicion that this woman was a true ‘fighter’ - one of the most irritating sorts of victims she came across. Most people tended to say anything once their bones were on the line, but ‘fighters’ always soldiered through it, fought the pain because of pride or stubbornness or lofty, vague concepts of loyalty. The one would be difficult to break.

Difficult, but not impossible. Everything breaks. Everyone. It was just a matter of applying the correct pressure in the proper places. ”70%”

Lola gave Sophia the biggest taste of her power yet, but she let it come on slowly instead of working her way up, letting her muscles force their way into her body by inches instead of a sudden surge. Her legs swelled, and exertion appeared on her face for the first time, as she gripped the She-Wolf close. She wrapped her arm around the woman like they were long-lost lovers, and if not for her caramel skin, it might have been difficult to tell where Lola’s body ended and Sophia’s began.

”If you don’t tell me, your body will.” Her nails grazed Sophia’s cheek as she pulled her head about, forcing their gazes to align. ”Does she hold you like this? Touch you like this?” Their foreheads pressed together. ”Kiss you like…”

Lola dove in with little warming, forcing her tongue into Sophia’s mouth and taking her with a wild kiss. She plunged deep, ravishing and ravaging, as if claiming these lips as her own. A fierce, conquering embrace, as she sought to imprint the sensation on her victim’s mind - whenever she kissed her girlfriend next, she wanted her taste to be there still, lingering.

[thesteedman]

A look of panic befell the scarred yet captivating features of the blonde German. She felt the oppressing grip of those long and bare legs slowly and steadily begin to build around her lower core, pressing her arms in painfully tight against her sides, before her thighs hardened more, whilst her calves began to dig deep into her lower back. It felt like Sophia had been captured in the coils of a great constrictor serpent, as after a few seconds she was left writhing in agony from the terrible and devastating pressure building around her lower core, inflicting a terrible squeeze. Her back cricked when Lola began to show the first signs of exertion, as Sophia cried out loud in agony.

She arched back, as her abs became visible for a few moments for Lola. By now Sophia's form was starting to glisten a little in the low light, highlighting her well defined core and all the edges of her perfectly trained and alluring body. Her stomach strained, her chest heaved as Sophia almost gagged, closing her eyes tightly. Her toes curled as her head whipped back and her hands balled into fists. Lola slid an arm around Sophia's upper back to bring her in closer, their bodies grinding up together as the squeeze increased still. Sophia's eyes were half open as she began to gasp for air, coming to see Lola was up close and staring deep into her own eyes with a dark yet possessive gaze.

With her other hand, she began to lightly graze her nails over the lower part of Sophia's scar in a teasing manner, before her forehead pressed against her own, with her dark and luscious lips teasing against the German's own. The threats came firmly, Lola revealing her displeasure in Sophia's defiance against her. A part of Sophia remained firm... clinging onto the desperate notion that she would not reveal anything about the woman she adored and loved. Yet with this brutal squeeze, Sophia felt like she could not hold on much longer, despite the fact that she was not going to let go. Her lips parted to speak, her mouth moving before her mind could even fashion words or reason... but Lola denied her even that.

Her lips took her own with a feverish kiss. Her tongue slithered deep into Sophia's mouth, entwining and dominating her own tongue with reckless abandon and devious passion. Sophia gasped out, her chest heaving from the lack of ability to breathe as her eyes closed tightly. Those long and powerful legs folded tighter around her lower core, forcing a moan from Sophia in the kiss. Straining to the point where the agony became unbearable, Sophia could do nothing, trapped as she was. She was trapped, captured and dominated. Any motion was met with Lola matching, keeping their bodies unbearably connected, crushing her, kissing her, slowly suffocating and strangling her.

After a few seconds, Sophia's body began to slowly fail, a few more muffled creaks emanating from her lower back as a soft and oxygen starved groan slipped from Sophia. Her eyes fluttered as her body moved less and less... she was passing out. As her body relaxed, Lola's legs began to take the slack of her resistance, enclosing more as her deep and ravenous kiss continued. Sophia faded... once again squeezed brutally into passing out.

[BlackAkuma]

Even though Lola had put many people to sleep in her time, more than she cared to count, she still was fascinated to watch her victims drift off. It was a strange thing, not something most people were privileged to watch in their daily lives, and it always stuck with her - the way their bodies fought, the silent pleadings in their eyes, the twitches and spasms as their bodies clung to life even as their minds faded. Aside from a precious few, she couldn't recall the names of her toys over the years, but she could remember every way they’d passed out. Cherish memories.

Somehow, though, she knew that Sophia would hold a special place deep in her heart. It was her eyes, glowing and emotive, so alive. Lola was the type to keep her eyes closed as she kissed and lost herself in the passion of the moment, but here, she had to keep them wide open as Sophia withered in her grasp. Fading, fading, fading…

Gone.

Lola gave her victim a good, final squeeze, tensing up, before she let it all go with a sigh and let her unconscious body fall to the side, peacefully laying her across the bed. She laid beside her, and for a moment, they could’ve been mistaken for the sweetest lovers. She caressed the blonde’s stomach with a half-lidded gaze, sliding her fingers along the rigid abs while they rose and fell. Sophia was asleep in perfect stillness, her glittering hair streaming across her face, shining in the darkness. Her partner is a lucky woman.

Or was, rather.

2:01 AM

Lola glanced at the clock, and a lazy smirk crossed her lips—it would’ve been better if Sophia had come earlier so they’d have more time to play, but she could make do with this just fine. The little drink they’d shared kept you awake when it was laced with downers, so she had the energy to spare and knew precisely how best to use it.

She moved Sophia about on the bed and slid on top of her, letting their bodies perfectly align. It was a heavenly feeling - Sophia’s body was strong yet supple, a perfect figure that docked well with her own, but she didn’t linger on the sensation. Instead, she began to wrap her legs around her captive’s, intertwining with them, pulling at them, stretching them into a malicious grapevine. At the same time, she wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist and pulled her into a tight hug - she didn’t have much going on in terms of upper body strength, but given the damage she’d already inflicted, she was willing to bet it wouldn’t make much of a difference to Sophia.

She settled in and waited, peering down on her victim’s face as she waited for her to rouse. Lola didn’t apply full power just yet, holding back - she wanted Sophia to be fully aware when that happened.

[thesteedman]

It was probably no longer than a minute Sophia spent unconscious, but it gave Lola all the time she needed to become more comfortable with her 'guest'. Briefly forced into sleep, Lola was able to caress and explore her stomach with no fear of resistance of repercussion. Sophia did not respond when her hand began to trace over the fine lines and definition that made her alluring core. Sophia’s flawless skin possessed a slight glisten from the struggles of Lola’s crushing embrace, only giving the woman more allure as she remained on the bed, her hair draping over her eyes as the beauty remained unresponsive past her chest and stomach rising and falling with each much needed breath.

It was hardly a slumber, no rest had been gained from being suffocated and squeezed into passing out. That much was clear when Sophia began to wince as her senses slowly returned only moments after Lola had settled upon her captive. Her eyes opened slowly, the scarred eye barely opening at all. A lethargic feeling washing over the beautiful German, she groaned and felt a dull pain materialise in the back of her head. Her vision was blurred, but slowly came into focus as the seconds passed. A breath caught in Sophia's lips when comprehension returned to her mind, witnessing the sight of Lola lying over her... there was a longing look in her eyes, and her breath could be felt against Sophia’s own lips. No words were spoken as Sophia breathed heavily for a few long seconds.

When the shock had somewhat passed, Sophia tried to move... but felt Lola's powerful legs entwined with her own into a firm and uncomfortable grapevine. Her feet pressed against her own, her shins lacing along Sophia's own as if to get as much skin contact with her as possible. Her thighs were protected by the pants Sophia wore, but the fabric was thin, and she could feel the strength of Lola's own legs as her thighs rubbed and purposely grinded against the platinum blondes’. Sophia tried to push against her shoulders, feeling Lola press close, docking her bare stomach against her own as arms wrapped around her slender waist.

Despite her efforts... the drugs were still very much in Sophia's system, having sapped her of strength. Her arms ached and trembled, feeling oddly heavy still, Her legs were the same but bound, stretched and useless, feeling Lola mockingly play footie with her own bare feet. Sophia naturally began to writhe, her senses becoming more clear as she gasped out and groaned.
"Ugh... S... stop this... LAW authorities will know of what you've done!" Sophia whispered weakly, her breathing beginning to increase as it was clear her will and resolve was being tested.

[BlackAkuma]

The first thing Sophia heard upon waking up was Lola’s husky and heated words whispering in her ear.

”You’re beautiful when you sleep. Has anyone ever told you that?”

It was a genuine complement, even if Lola used it for a tease. The time between locking in the hold and waiting for her to rouse had been spent gazing on her angelic face, watching as life returned to her pale features. There was an angelic, glowing quality to her, highlighted by those golden locks. Despite being so tough, she reminded Lola of a sleeping child - or, at least, what she imagined a sleeping child would be like. So vulnerable, so soft, so breakable. Could anyone blame her for doing this? A woman like this was made to be taken advantage of.

That was the rationalization she stuck to, anyway, and it gave her some comfort as Sophia came back to life and slowly realized her predicament. She struggled, but Lola had no issue riding that down and taking control. The German was going nowhere she didn’t want, and right now, Lola wanted her flat on the bed.

”Hm.” Lola barely acknowledged Sophia’s threat at first, instead focusing on spreading her legs out and increasing the torque, bending them in a way they were never meant to go. She was careful not to go too far, if only because she didn’t want to deal with the hassle of giving this woman an injury that would be hard to explain away as excessive roughplay.

”You can tell them. I don’t think it will go anywhere, though.” Lola planted soft kisses along Sophia's neck, taking the time to run her tongue along the tasty flesh ever-so-often. ”It’s your word against mine. You can guess what my story will be.”

Lola began to pour more power into the hold, taking Sophia’s legs just short of the breaking point, while she hunched up and pressed down against her chest for maximum pressure. She wanted evey move she made to be agony, for every breath to be chore, weakening her further with every passing second. ”Now, about your girlfriend…”

[thesteedman]

Sophia was deceptively flexible. Her training as a Martial Artist before she went down the path of the wrestler pushed her body to its limits and beyond, staying with her the moment she changed her career path and being an asset ever since. The alluring German was capable of doing the splits and stretching her limbs beyond the norm capacity, given how high the beauty and how hard she could kick, it was of no surprise. However... the body had its limitations, even with training, one could only bend and stretch so far. Though Sophia could flex her alluring and well trained form in various fashions, Lola was managing to push her body beyond what it was capable of as her powerful legs began to dominate her own. Sophia's toes curled as she writhed against her aggressor, shouting out loud as Lola continued to spread her thighs and test the very muscles and tendons. Even un-drugged and at full strength, the platinum blonde was all too aware that she would still have faltered against the strength of Lola's legs, they were unbelievably strong. Her flawless and powerfully built thighs dominated Sophia's own, pulling and bending her own limbs in a fashion in which it was not designed. By now Sophia could only shout out in agony as Lola tested her flexibility... before testing some more with another flex of her own legs.

The German was left gasping out as that pressure did finally relent after long agonising seconds, bringing with it the shock of pain that followed in the aftermath, forcing Sophia to yell out in a combination of pain and despair. Lola's long, deadly and exposed legs kept her uncomfortably grapevined, binding her with her own body and preventing movement from the centre of the bed. Rather than allow Sophia a moment to recover, those arms began to squeeze against her slender and bare core, driving her midriff unbearably tight against Lola's own whilst she began to force her chest against her own, mushrooming their chests together. The purpose of this was to no doubt drive the air from Sophia's lungs, continue to keep her weak and suffocated... it was working. The panic was clear as day within Sophia's eyes as her trembling arms futilely pushed against Lola's grip with one hand and her hip with the other, desperate to separate their bodies. Lola merely continued to grind up against her, seemingly enjoying the personal contact as she felt her midriff almost sensually dance against her own. Becoming increasingly lost in the moment, Lola's soft lips slowly and softly traced along her neck before she began to settle in with possessive kisses. Soon she gently rolled her tongue upwards along Sophia's neck, as if savouring the taste of her. Her words were soft, almost silk to the ears, Lola's eyes carefully and longingly scanning over the beauty she had within her possession. Sophia gasped, her panic becoming more overt... that was until Lola mentioned her girlfriend.

All at once, the demeanour of Sophia shifted over the mention of the lover she possessed. Her will looked like it was on the verge of shattering just moments ago, yet now, Sophia suddenly became stoic, more reserved... angry even. There was a sudden fire within her eyes that was not there seconds ago. Her breathing was sharp and shallow, her legs contorted in gruelling fashion whilst Lola ebbed away at her strength with an oppressing embrace. She grimaced and closed her eyes as Lola licked at the soft skin of her neck. Sophia's will had rallied...
"Ugh... No mereces saberlo!" Sophia grunted out breathlessly... no doubt making such a statement would not come without punishment, but it seemed as far as her lover was concerned, Sophia was proving to be a fortified wall!

[BlackAkuma]

Lola could feel Sophia’s legs cracking and creaking against her own, giving way as her thighs slid around them forced them further and further apart. She didn’t use the grapevine hold nearly enough, she decided - she’d forgotten how intoxicating it could be. True, it didn't have the knockout potential that a scissorhold could provide, but there was something sensually satisfying about using her legs to overpower those of her victims. It brought the gap between them into stark focus and showed how powerless they were under her control. As strong a woman as Sophia was, as much as she’d trained, her lower body strength just could not compare.

She shuddered as Sophia continued to twist in her grasp, twitching and struggling and pushing at her form. Those hands sunk into her fulsome flesh, but couldn't budge the muscle underneath. Not that Lola discouraged the touch - far from it. She savored the feel of those thin fingers against her skin, loving the way they desperately tried to push her away. There was something captivating about the way Sophia fought, the way this dangerous woman was reduced to nothing beneath her. She loved it.

What Lola did not love, however, was Sophia’s continued defiance. She could see the fire welling up within her, roiling at the question, and the answer she received wasn’t surprising, even if it didn’t come in the language she suspected. It was futile, really. Whoever Sophia’s love was, it was likely public knowledge or would be soon enough. She could find out easily enough once they parted ways.

But that wasn’t what Lola wanted. She didn’t just want to know who Sophia’s lover was; she wanted Sophia to tell her. It was the principle of the thing. And so…

”Lo merezco todo.”

Lola bore down harder than ever, taking Sophia’s legs to their absolute limit, nearly doing a split on the bed. Her legs pulsed with power, muscles surging underneath the thick skin, making the German’s look like twigs in comparison. At the same time, she hunched up and pressed down on her victim’s waist with her full pressure, driving her hard into the bed, making her sink into the mattress. Every breath would be torture. Every movement would be agony.

[thesteedman]

It took only a second before Sophia was left writhing and shouting out in agony. Her legs were outstretched in terrible fashion, her muscles and tendons being pushed and stretched to their absolute limitation, causing pain in the unbearable amount of strain Lola inflicted upon her limbs. Sophia was powerless against such terrible leg strength, with Lola's bare limbs dominating her own in every aspect, her feet still docked against Sophia’s to further bind her or simply feel every inch of her form. The grapevine was soul destroying enough on its own, but combined with a deepening bearhug and a full body press; it brought the torture to new levels that Sophia struggled to even comprehend. Rational thought had long escaped Sophia, as pain dominated all of her senses, as well as the deep need and desire to breath. The bearhug was locked on tightly, arms slowly grinding away at her slender waist to drive their bare stomachs together. In unison, Lola began to smother her body with her own, using her form as a weapon, purposely pressing her chest against the German's, allowing for their breasts to balloon in a fashion against each other.

Sophia's own chest heaved, as air struggled to enter her lungs, making her writhe and struggle in desperation similar to when Lola had crushed her with such a deadly bodyscissors only moments prior to this. Through all the pain and the constriction, the answer to perhaps put a stop to all of this did enter the back of Sophia's mentality, as strained as it was to even think straight. All she had to do was let Lola know who her girlfriend was, and she would give her what she wanted to hear. Perhaps there would be a mercy in finally giving into the demands of her tormentor… perhaps she would even let her go? Despite her overworked and agonised mind telling her to seek the path of least resistance... something deeper within her very core prevented Sophia from uttering or even whispering so much as a syllable of her lovers name to this threat. It was that conviction that left her writhing as she did, shouting out as her legs felt like they would pop from her hips at any moment. Despite the pain that it caused, she would not give her the name she tried to torture and tease from her.

Soon, the bearhug tightened so much that Sophia could not even scream out, simply gagging as Lola's chest began to press and crush her own. A few clicks and creaks sounded out as the Grapevine and Bearhug combo began to get the best of Sophia’s alluring form. Her body arched and bridged into a C like shape, but there was no sign of escape and no sign of solace as Lola held position with a deviant longing filling her beautiful eyes whilst she gazed and drank in Sophia’s form. After a few more seconds of violent struggles, Sophia began to move just a little less and less. Her head whipped back against the soft bed, as her toes curled, feeling the terrible stretch and squeeze slowly get the better of her. Suddenly... Sophia's efforts came to a total collapse, with the alluring German left gasping as she lay below Lola. Her eyes began to flutter a little, whilst her hair hung over her face in an unkempt yet tantalising fashion. She was seemingly finished…

[BlackAkuma]

A pleased moan escaped Lola’s lips as she ground down with the hold, pressing deeper, pushing harder, driving Sophia into the sheets with her body. In the lowlights of the room, it would’ve been easy for a casual observer to the think that the two of them were wrapped in the throes of passion, that they were two lovers sharing a night of love. They wouldn’t have been able to see the way her legs crushed Sophia’s, the way her arms dug into her sides, the relentless pressure she applied as she pushed this woman further and further to the brink, until…

…she was out. Again. Her third knockout of the night. Lola might be setting records.

2:43 AM

This time, she moved Sophia about and sat her up, as she took position behind her, sitting on the bed with her prey pressed against her lap. She slid her arms around the German’s, trapping them behind her with a double-chicken wing that would leave her neck exposed, ripe for kisses. She planted her lips on it and licked at the skin, as she slid her legs around from behind and clasped her ankles together. She didn't apply pressure just yet, however. She waited until Sophia came back to life, then slowly added pressure, giving her time to process her situation before the real pain began.

”Does your girlfriend kiss you like this?” She pecked her ear, then rain her tongue all the way down to the nape of her neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva her wake. ”Does she ever make you feel this good?”