Turn it Down [Scar & The Body]

[thesteedman]

Lola had all the time she needed to reposition her captive and play thing. Her movements were slow and methodical, bringing Sophia back against herself in the centre of the luxurious bed on the smooth silken sheets. The manner in which she transitioned spoke a thousand words that this had not been Lola’s first time with such a manner of guest in her room. It was all well practiced, and all slow and sensual with Lola feeling her captive as much as possible during that process to reposition.

Sophia began to stir when Lola wrapped herself around her slender and intoxicating form. The Host was in no rush to secure her, knowing full well by the time Sophia came to full awareness there would be little she could do anyway. The drugs would be in her system for a few hours more. Even in the unlikely event that they had wore off, the session of holds Lola had subjected the beautiful German to would leave her starved of energy and air, leaving her exhausted. Her long and deadly legs slowly and almost delicately encircled around the exposed core of her 'guest', her calves sliding along the bare midriff of the beautiful blonde. Lola slowly captured her arms with her own; securing her like a constrictor would its prey before the deadly constriction would begin.

With a few soft motions, Lola cleared some of Sophia's hair from her shoulder, exposing the side of her tantalizing looking neck whilst inactivity still took a hold of the German. She took advantage of the situation, running her luscious lips against the flawless skin of Sophia’s soft neck, tenderly and slowly kissing in a possessive fashion. Any witnesses would mistake this notion for compassion and care, but it was much darker than that with Lola holding such terrible intent. Finally.. the sleeping beauty began to regain her senses and some of her composure. Her eyes opened gradually as a soft groan slipped from her parting lips. She tried to move, but almost like a deadly Anaconda, Lola's embrace slowly slithered just a little tighter to let Sophia know she was going nowhere. The mind games continued where Lola had left off, her lips coming to lightly pinch at Sophia's earlobe in a teasing fashion, before her lips continued to kiss longingly against her neck. Sophia tried to pull away, but the arm lock kept her in place, allowing for Lola to roll her tongue in a slow and sensual manner right down her neck. Sophia groaned in displeasure, wincing as she tried to look away from her aggressor.

She squirmed her hips and pulled with her arms with a light grunt in an effort to break free of this living prison. It was a fine effort in truth, one that possessed experience given Sophia had decent position and knowledge of escaping such holds... but she lacked the strength and energy to make good on her efforts despite her skills. Her body strained, her intoxicating midriff tensed up as she tried to bridge, giving Lola a display of her well-tuned form... but it was no good. She was trapped. Sophia’s efforts ended all at once, as she slunk down against her imprisoner.
"Ugh... Stop this... please..." Sophia gasped out breathlessly, despair starting to set in. It was a dance Lola was familiar with by now. It was easy enough to break her will at base level... but the moment she tried to skirt around the name of her lover... Sophia fortified. No doubt the foolish girl was in love given the borrowed amount of sheer will that relationship offered her.

[BlackAkuma]

As Lola waited for Sophia to come to, she couldn't help but muse at how captivating her captive was, even as she slept. There was a gentleness to her, even with the scar that marred her face. The way those gossamer strands of hair cascaded around her lips, the soft curves of her face, and the precious pout of her supple lips all came together to make this wonderfully adorable package, a picture beautifully painted. So strong yet so soft. So vulnerable yet so lethal. If only Lola was an artist, the painting she could have made would’ve been a sight worth beholding.

But she wouldn’t have to settle for simply watching for long, as Sophia came back to consciousness soon enough, just as Lola was tasting her neck, adoring her with kisses and lathering her with licks. She made sure not to tighten all at once, not wanting to knock her out before she could appreciate the situation simply, but she applied a subtle, growing pressure. The more her victim woke up, the tighter her thighs would squeeze and the more pain she would experience.

Piling it up, second by second. Feeling her bones contract and give with every pulsing of thighs. Taking her by inches.

There was a small pang of worry as Sophia struggled, showing she still had some vestiges of life underneath those pale eyes, but Lola needn’t have worried. There were just the last embers of a fire dying out, a spark that was easily smothered. She tightened her hold further, whispering sweet nothings into Sophia’s ear. ”That’s right. Keep begging. Keep buzzing.” She placed a teasing kiss on her ear. ”Say your girlfriend’s name. Beg for her to come save you.” She had a dark laugh, a chuckle that rumbled through Sophia’s neck as she sank her teeth into it. ”I want to meet her. So much.”

Lola leaned back and released Sophia’s arms, knowing they were no real threat anymore and wanting to see how much she could squirm. She spread her own arms and settled on the bed, her legs fully extending to give her victim a taste of something close to her full power. She savored every squirming twist, every crack of the bone, every failed breath between her thighs.

[thesteedman]

Lola was relentless; she was taking what she wanted. Her voice was low and like silk, mocking and teasing Sophia whilst she remained trapped within her clutches. The beautiful but deadly Colombian made it no secret that she was finding pleasure in torturing her captive, nor that she possessed a certain desire about her beauty, whilst also taking the fruit of her spoils. Her soft lips constantly slid against Sophia's exposed neck in a near hungry fashion, kissing with a deep sensuality. Lola’s joyous hums almost turned into song, relishing the feel of the smooth skin she kissed against whilst teasing Sophia's ear. Lola had seemingly taken a fancy to the German's well-framed neck, each kiss lining along it before her lips teased at her ear once more in a playful fashion. Any effort Sophia made to try and arch or writhe away from her tormentor, Lola met her movements with her hips, methodically using her own impressive form to bind her captive on the bed whilst making sure there was nowhere for her to go but on the bed with her.

This happened for some time, until Lola was satisfied with providing such attention... at least for the time being. Instead she began to squeeze once more, letting Sophia know the power and strength of her long legs. Sophia thought Lola had been mocking her and lying when she declared what power she was inflicting upon her hard core, but it seemed there was truth to her words. Sophia was convinced she had already endured the full power those shapely legs could must, but as those bare ankles slapped together, those dangerous thighs hardened and began to close in. Sophia cried out in agony, feeling her entire body strain from intense pressure. Her core was squeezed into an hourglass like shape as Lola barely held back. She released her arms, but it did nothing to aid Sophia who pried franticly with no strength left within her ailing limbs. Her abs strained so much it appeared like they might rupture, as Sophia began to writhe and struggle, finding renewed energy through the desperation to find escape.

She managed to twist her hips, altering her position… but it offered no reprieve. Those thick thighs dug in deep against her midriff, closing and pressing in against her bare stomach, placing unbearable pressure on her core and lower back. Sophia collapsed flat onto her knees, her toes curling as her back arched into a C like shape. She called out in agony, closing her eyes tight as those terrible legs pressed in against her lower stomach and back, forcing a few muffled creaks from within Sophia’s core when her very endurance was tested to its limits. Such was the size and strength of Lola’s legs, it almost looked like her thighs were touching despite Sophia’s body being between them. Her abs were visible from above her navel upwards, tensed and strained, whilst Sophia pushed and pried against the deadly vice like grip.

Her chest heaved, her body becoming starved of air. Sophia faltered within Lola’s grasp, her mouth agape, her eyes half closed. She was not passed out this time… but seemingly stunned, her body and will being crushed brutally. She softly and slowly tapped against Lola’s legs… a sign of surrender it would seem.

[BlackAkuma]

The more Lola crushed this body, the more she could tell how amazingly powerful it was, how much she would be utterly wrecked if the two of them had an actual fight. This was the exact sort of woman she’d gone out of her way to avoid in her career. Stiff, unflinching muscles, a rigid frame, no doubt honed by countless honors of rigorous training. She was the sort of woman Lola herself could never be - disciplined, patient, focused—the kind of person who spent years working to put different colored belts around her waist.

All that, and this is where it got her—in a bed, being crushed by a woman who’d never earned a white belt. There was something Lola found empowering about crushing someone so much more skilled than she was. All that ability didn’t mean anything if you lacked the mind to apply it correctly. She had so much talent, so much ability, and none of it could save her from a few sips out of the wrong cup. Funny in one way, pathetic in another.

A light touch on her thigh removed Lola from her lackadaisical dreaming. At first, she wrote it off as nothing more than idle touch, but when it persisted, she looked down and realized that Sophia was, in fact, tapping, as if there was some invisible referee in the room who might break them apart. Adorable, really. Maybe she was in so much pain that she reverted to her instincts.

Lola shuffled up, giving Sophia a couple of seconds to breathe while she adjusted, only to come down on her harder than before. This time, she targeted more of the woman’s ribs, forcing them to bend and compress her innards, all while giving her a much better view of those wonderfully toned abs. Tense and tough, but utterly useless. Lola chewed on her lips as she poured on the pressure, watching her lower body jut upwards at an awkward angle. ”Back to sleep.” She ran her hand around Sophia’s chin and nuzzled her close with a soft touch, filled with false affection, the furthest thing from the havoc she was wreaking below.

[thesteedman]

Sophia had been quiet during the terrible pressure. It was hard to make a sound when you could not breathe and all senses were dominated by nothing but excruciating pain. Her tapping out had been nothing shy of desperation, throwing pride out of the window and essentially admitting defeat whilst begging for release. Sophia dared to hope that the notion actually worked, as after a few more agonising seconds, Lola's glistening thighs would relent, easing enough to allow Sophia to draw breath. The aftershock of such intense pressure sent a jolt of pain through Sophia's abs and spine, making her shout out with what little breath was stored in her lungs. She jolted forwards, favouring her alluring midriff and arching her body sideways in a failed attempt to alleviate the pain.

Sucking in some air, Sophia was left to despair afterward. Her marred but beautiful features were awash with a pained expression. Despite being released, her core was still tensed, glistening with sweat from the prolonged test of brutal endurance. She tried to collapse to the side, but a firm grip of Lola’s long and powerful thighs kept her in place, making her grip the bed instead.
"S... stop... stop..." Sophia began to plea, but her whispers fell on deaf ears. Her voice was nothing more than white noise to her tormentor who was focused on her form and not her voice or attempts of reason. Already, Lola was upon her in a frighteningly possessive nature, her arms coming around to cradle the beautiful platinum blonde closer, whilst her bare legs teased at her stomach, her thigh sliding up and down over her abs for a moment. That was until she found a location she liked, bringing her other deadly leg upwards behind Sophia's form. It had only been seconds, and already Lola was beginning to build the pressure, making sure to get a grip upon Sophia's lower ribs this time, looking to test her body further and increase the pain. Sophia near gagged as the pressure was instant, her core proving to be no match for the terrible strength of Lola's bare and alluring legs. Her toes curled as her head whipped back, feeling that oppressing pressure once more, beginning to dread it!

Lola’s ankles locked together, whilst Lola's form slid close, her lips once again beginning to tease her neck and trace over her soft skin. The deepening squeeze caused Sophia to arch back against her, her hair falling over her eyes as she looked up to the ceiling and gripped at Lola’s thighs with no strength to remove them from her. Lola was already whispering sweet nothings to her, with a low sultry tone, holding a caring pretence as if this was all for Sophia's own benefit.
"Aghh... n... no...!" Sophia barely whispered, before the squeeze increased… and then increased more. Sophia's abs strained, as she pushed against her legs and writhed, bridging against the bed before Lola brought her in. It was a dance that Lola was all too familiar with, yet each time she gazed upon Sophia's form, the sights were always better than before. Sophia was a stunning catch, her form perfection. It took longer that Lola anticipated... with Sophia proving to have fortitude... but soon she began to move less and less as the deep constriction continued, before Sophia’s alluring form settled into her embrace. Her eyes closed softly, her body slowly beginning to relax…

[BlackAkuma]

”Yes.”

Lola smiled - a dark, knowing smile - as Sophia’s hands pressed at her thighs, trying in vain to pull them apart. It was always amusing when her victims tried that. On some level, they had to know how futile it was, that they would’ve had better luck trying to pry their way out of a bear trap, but it was instinctual on their part. The last vestiges of their failing brain, trying to do something, anything at all, to get free, to steal even the slightest breath.

Sophia lasted a while, longer than most, perhaps longer than anyone Lola had ever crushed, but in the end, there was no fighting the inevitable. Her struggles died down, her squirming petered out, her body began to fail, and in the end, it all amounted to nothing.

She was out. Again.

3:33 AM

Witching hour. Finally.

As enjoyable as this was, Lola was beginning to feel fatigued herself. Crushing women between her thighs was a treat, but even her legs didn’t have boundless energy, and the toll was starting to show. She was growing tired, and she was about ready to turn in for the night. But she couldn't do so before she made sure her guest was properly tucked in, of course. That would simply be rude.

This time, Lola brought her legs around Sophia from the side, clamping them around her lap and ramping up the pressure in small intervals. Small pulses of her full power, enough to jolt Sophia awake. At the same time, she brought her arms around her captive’s chest and hugged her tight, trapping her arm against her chest while she nuzzled her powerful shoulder. To an observer, it might’ve seemed like a wholesome embrace, like two lovers cuddling up for the night, but the look on both women’s faces would tell a different story.

”Wake up, mosca.” She ran her tongue along Sophia’s neck, blazing a hot trail towards her ear. ”One more squeeze before bedtime. Just one.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia could not believe this was happening. She felt hard pressure against her pelvis, bringing her from another forced slumber, forcing a weak groan to slip from her parting lips. She stirred to a small amount of awareness, just in time to feel Lola's arms slowly wrap around her chest, securing just below her breasts against her bare skin below her top. Those arms enclosed tighter around her, trapping one of her arms, before those deadly legs Sophia rightly feared began to shift upwards from her hips, once more coming to vice around her lower stomach and back. Sophia squirmed... she writhed... and she struggled... just as before it all amounted to nothing. Lola had her trapped, and contained too effectively. Her bare stomach tensed up and strained, as Sophia managed to slip her arm free. It did not help her though, merely allowing Lola more space to snuggle up against her, before her tongue began to slide along her exposed neck.

"No... Please... No more.. I... I cannot... take any more." Sophia whispered, when Lola teased about putting her through one more squeeze before initiating a forced sleep over. She realised all at once the two of them were propped up on the bed, Sophia's head resting on a pillow as if Lola had prepared her for the rest of the night. Her lips continued to kiss and tease at her neck, with Lola seemingly lost in her own personal fantasy. She was not squeezing just yet, but her deadly legs were positioned at her lower stomach, just below her navel and secured against the small of her back in a figure four like position. Her arms were wrapped around her ribs, holding her close and tight. Lola almost appeared to be like a possessive lover, merely cuddling Sophia... but Lola was anything but. This situation was more twisted than that... but Sophia was powerless to stop her. She writhed once more, bridging and struggling... but there was nothing left in Sophia. Her strength had left her.

Her chest rose and fell deeply as she gasped out, exhausted and left glistening.
"W... why.... why are you... doing this?!" Sophia whispered, trying to talk to Lola, simply trying to delay the inevitable as she turned her head away when she felt her lips against her neck.

[BlackAkuma]

As Lola waited for Sophia to wake, her thoughts turned to decidedly darker ideas of what to do with her. Her initial idea had been to let her go in the morning, but why did she have to stop there? After all, she had enough drugs to keep her sedated for a good while. She had a few days with little else to do, with management still trying to find her first match. She could find rope somewhere, surely. She could keep Sophia entrapped like this for days. Longer, perhaps…

…no. While she didn’t fear the risks of one night, the longer she had the woman, the more complications would arise. There was a greater chance of someone hearing her pleas, of her finding a way to escape, or even alerting the authorities before Lola could form a suitable alibi. She would have to feed and care for the woman, things she had no interest in doing. The idea of scissoring her while they showered did appeal, she had to admit, but the cons far outweighed the pros.

No matter. She was making the most of the time she had.

She had been so lost in her thoughts and the taste of Sophia on her lips that she’d missed the German waking up, only noticing it when she gave the usual pleadings. Lola just answered her by applying more pressure and humming to herself as she caressed her captive’s face.

Sophia asked simple questions and she would get simple answers. Lola had never been a woman of many words. ”Because I want to. Because I can.” She gave the German a playful tap on the nose, then let that same finger trail its way down her body, working its way to her iron abs.

”Now,” She placed a soft kiss on Lola's ear, before whispering straight into it. ”Let’s try this one last time. With 100%.”

Lola pulled Sophia in tight, squeezing hard against her chest, and proceeded to give the German her full, unadulterated power, filling the room with the sound of slapping flesh. Her thighs swelled, and for the first time, the muscle beneath her pleasing flesh could be seen peeking through the surface. Legs like steel, pressing and crushing into her captive’s body, giving absolutely nothing away , feeling like they could literally cut her in half - it had to be absolute agony.

”Your girlfriend.” Lola chewed on Sophia’s ear, gingerly working it with her canines. ”Say. Her. Name.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia tried to gasp, but not a single sound escaped from her parting lips when those thick legs began to close in all around her slender waist. It felt like Lola's legs had grown, swelling and building power, as muscle finally began to reveal itself under the flawless skin of Lola's shapely legs. The host, her tormentor began to crush Sophia like a boa constrictor. With a deep body triangle secured deeply around the alluring German's waist and a bearhug secured around her ribs, Sophia's torso was subjected to more oppressing pressure, but this was unlike before, somehow it was much worse.

For the first time, Lola began to show visible signs of exertion, though her lips continued to tease and nip at Sophia's ear and kiss at her neck in a smooth fashion, a few grunts would escape from her lips. Even her grunting held a sensual edge, with Lola clearly becoming turned on by her own display of power and the full view of her captive trapped in her terrible embrace. Whilst her bearhug did not compare in power to the might of her bare legs, her grip was secure enough and positioned in such a way that it brought strain and terrible discomfort to Sophia's ribcage. She squeezed at her body just below her breasts, forcing her chest to heave somewhat whilst stretching her core out, exposing Sophia's captivating midriff.

Sophia's abs were straining, her body visibly shaking as the power of those deadly thighs continued to break down what little defence and energy she had. The pressure built... and built, and Sophia was left writhing, working on energy she no longer possessed which would tax her later on. Despite her fierce struggles of desperation, she contained no strength in her body, allowing for Lola to keep her grip. Sophia's eyes closed tight, her teeth gritted as she tried to endure, but a sharp series of muffled creaks began to sound from her lower waist and back as those legs closed in more. Though there was barely any air in Sophia's lungs, she still managed to cry out in agony... but it was brief, no doubt unheard at the dead of night.

Sophia tensed her core, as anguished moans and exhausted gasps slipped from her lips. Lola once more whispered to her... demanding the name of her lover. Sophia opened her lips, desperate to speak, to surrender. She just wanted this to end, the constant crushing of her body bringing her will to beyond its limits. Her flesh glistened, leaving a thin film of sweat upon her intoxicating form. Her toes curled as her back writhed, feebly pressing a hand against Lola's arms with the other attempting in vain to dislodge a terrible vice around her waist.
"H... her name.... is...." Sophia was somehow able to whisper. It was hard to fashion rational thought, with pain taking over all her senses, leaving her mind numb. Her back clicked and creaked, making her bridge and part her lips for a moan, but there was no sound.

"... name is.... .... Vete... a la mierda" Sophia barely managed to whisper. She felt instant regret for doing so, knowing the potential implications given she was in no position of bargain... but there was something from within her very that kept taking dominance when it came to revealing Katherine Hart’s name. She simply would not... or possibly could not do what Lola asked of her. By all rights she should have by now, with Sophia being aware Lola was going to find out anyway. She wanted to end this torture, and singing her lovers name was a sure chance to put an end to this agony… but Sophia found herself incapable… her body and mind acted on its own.

[BlackAkuma]

No more games, no more playing around. It was time for Lola to get what she wanted.

She would give Sophia credit for lasting longer, far longer, than just about anyone she had ever crushed before. Most people gave her what she wanted around 40%, when their bones began to bend and it was clear they couldn't take full breaths. She rarely had to knock them out to force issues. Granted, she often did anyway after they acquiesced, but that was more for fun than anything.

Sophia struggled, she fought, she raged, she went far further than anyone else would just to keep such unimportant information withheld, and if Lola had been the sort to care about such things genuinely, she would’ve applauded the woman. But, at the end of the day, she was only human, and everyone had their breaking point. Now, she was at hers.

Lola leaned in as Sophia spoke the words, squeezing them out even as her lungs pancaked and her body revolted. Almost there, almost, and…

It took Lola five long, befuddled seconds to process what she was hearing out of this woman’s mouth properly. When it finally clicked, she could only stare at her prey with a confused gaze, as if the German’s head had just popped open to reveal a hamster at the controls. When reality set in, however, her brow hardened, and a sneer crept its way across her face, as she let out an exasperated sigh.

”Fine.”

Lola held Sophia close and kept up her up 100% power, making sure the German felt every bit of the pressure as she was dragged off to La-La Land. No more cuddling, no more taunting, no more chances. She just wanted her to go to sleep in agony, as soon as possible, so they could both get some sleep. Ideas were forming in the darkest reaches of her mind, but they could wait until the morning. For now, she would hold her captive close, put her to sleep, and follow her into the abyss a few moments later, leaving the huddled together, entangled on top of the sweaty sheets.