The Longest Day [Asp, Naga & Others]

[thesteedman]

The Baroness smiled at Asp's response. It was probably the warmest smile Asp had ever seen from the French tyrant, and yet even then there was something of a darkness to it. Her attention turned to Kayla, seeing that her head Maid was applying her dangerous trademark submission upon the slightly larger Anna. It was a joy to see her strike in such a serpentine fashion, wrapping her up like a boa constrictor. Whilst the Baroness was not a fan of sleeper holds, she could not help but take note of the allure of seeing Anna's midriff tense up from the deep bodyscissor, whilst her chest rose and fell deeply, with the purple haired Maid pawing at her arms. Kayla squeezed with deadly precision, not tight enough to constrict the air from her lungs completely, but certainly enough to leave Anna gasping, trapped in a torturous state of being half choked.

Soon her attention turned to Tia, who was breathing rapidly, aware her situation was just as dire as her partner in crime.
"Do not touch my legs, and I will let you go after thirty seconds." The Baroness teased with a twisted smile. Watching from the chair, Asp could see Baroness' leg muscles go to work. Her thighs hardened whilst her calves began to dig deep into Tia's back. The challenge lasted no more than two seconds before Tia instinctively pushed against the legs that began to brutally crush her slender form. Her midriff strained as Tia cried out and writhed, with the Baroness left giggling at her despair.
"Oh Tia. You lost already... You are really not having a good day are you?" The Baroness teased, running a hand over her bare stomach as Tia could do nothing but fail to endure Baroness' most infamous submission hold. A light knock would rattle against the door before Ella would enter. She gasped out loud, holding a neat pile of material when she witnessed Baroness and Kayla working on the Maids. It was clear Ella was not in on this plan.

"M... Miss Renaud! My apologies for the interruption." Ella gasped, with a hint of fear lining her voice. The Baroness gave her a brief look, tilting her head ever so slightly, but other than that she did not respond, turning to Tia who by now could not help but scream out as the Baroness folded her legs a little tighter.
"Miss El-Shenawy. I... I have your selected outfits. If you would like to come with me, I can take you to the dressing rooms." Ella spoke, noting Asp's presence upon the chair, all too aware she had a task at hand and that she should not interrupt her Mistress. There was a sudden nervous energy about her, no doubt given Anna and Tia were being punished before her very eyes.
"You should probably join her. We can reconvene tomorrow when my Sister's time with you has passed." The Baroness would whisper, leaning forward as she slowly began to become more enthralled with Tia's struggles and soft begging. It made one wonder if Baroness was holding back a little whilst she was in the presence of their guest.

[BlackAkuma]

There was almost something supernatural about the Baroness’ legs, something that never failed to impress Asp, even with their short time together. While she was hardly the only woman to use her legs in such a manner, in her experience, there were two ways to apply pressure and deal damage in such a manner. Some women had thick, powerful thighs that swelled with pressure and gave them tremendous force, but their legs were so big that the force was spread out along their opponent’s bodies and diluted because of it. Then you had thinner, carved legs, like Asp’s own, which were ideal for headscissors and could hurt the body, but lacked the raw power.

Then there were the Baroness’ legs—a perfect harmony between two extremes. They were the strongest thighs Asp had ever seen, but not so overly large that they were cumbersome. They had the right amount of fat to make them appealing to most eyes, enough to hide the steel within, but when they surged and grew, you could see the definition of the muscle between works it way out.

It was an incredible sight to see, and Asp could only marvel and wonder what exercise the woman employed to achieve such a build, and she found herself staring even as those thighs continued to press against Tia, swelling to such a size that it almost looked like they could touch each other, despite the maid’s body being between them. The Baroness took her time, as well, a sharp contrast to Kayla. Her head maid had fair less patience and far more ferocity, twisting Anna’s body this way and that, forcing torque on her, wringing her like a wet dish cloth.

It was hard to say which of them was having a worse time, and Asp was given little time to ponder, as Ella was quick to join them. As intrigued as she was by all of this, she knew there was no sense in delaying this any further - Naga was going to have her way. Tonight.

”We will speak later, then. Bonne nuit.” She stood, gave Baroness a solemn bow, then moved to follow after Ella, leaving the two maids to their fate.

She only spoke again once the door was closed and they were on their way to the other room, staying close behind Ella as they walked. ”An interesting scene, that. You’ve chosen a singular life, Ella.” She gave one last look behind her as they made their way into the other room.

[thesteedman]

Ella looked a little nervous after witnessing some of her colleagues being fated to a night with the Baroness and her most trusted associate. Even after they left the room, Tia’s moaning of agony could be heard through the corridor as the older Renaud sister began to pick up her pressure. Choosing to ignore it as best as she could; Ella led Asp into the fresh room before her question would snap the Maid to attention.

"Oh? I am sorry. I... What do you mean when you say I have chosen a singular life?" The Maid responded, looking to recompose herself when she realised how far she had trailed off. The Maid soon guided Asp deeper into the new room, looking to get straight to work. It seemed to be another guest room, but was much less grandiose then the last, smaller in size. It was still of good quality all the same with the usual decorations. It was possible it was a guest room or perhaps a sleeping area for a Maid. It made one wonder what the sleeping arrangements of the Maids were, if they stayed in the mansion at all or perhaps travelled here during their shifts. It was hard to think further though with Ella moving with a frantic edge.

Ella was shifting with significant haste, as if time was suddenly against her or if her sight of her comrades had spooked her. When Asp first met her, she had been all too keen to take her time for Asp's benefit. Witnessing Miss Renaud at work must have been an eye opener for the seemingly newer worker amongst the Maids. She tried to gently motion Asp to sit upon the edge of the bed, before she walked towards a neatly folded pile of clothing. She took a moment, taking a deep breath, before finally slowing down. With grace and care, she began to unfold each of the fabric dresses, beginning to reveal that the items displayed were indeed the outfit selection Naga had for Asp for their meal in due time.

One noticeable thing about each was that all were two-piece outfits, all no doubt designed to leave Asp’s core exposed. It seemed one thing the Renaud sisters shared was their fascination for the form of a woman’s midriff. There also seemed to be no sign of footwear, with the theme of the displayed outfits fitting Asp's belly dancer-esque aesthetic. There were several rich shades along with darker ones, some possessing more decorative features then others. All were marvellous in their own way, and Asp did not doubt for a second that she would look fantastic in each one.
“Dominique has selected these outfits herself. She has a good eye I must say.” Ella responded, sounding a little more like herself now that she had time to rally as it were.

“Is there any that take your fancy? I think the green would look great with your hair, but it is a little too similar to your actual wrestling attire. Ooh… How about the black one?” Ella then suggested, carefully slipping her hand under the fabric of a particular set, lifting the top to display towards Asp.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp looked back as they walked, still hearing Tia’s pained cries, reminding her of the night she had first met Dominique and the time they’d spent together in that darkened room. The walls had been soundproofed there, and she’d assumed that was the same for the rest of the household, but the echoing screams told her differently. She had to wonder if this was a deliberate choice on the part of her host - did the Baroness want her other maids to know what was happening, to strike some fear in the hearts of those for whom loyalty wasn’t enough to keep them in line?

If that was the case, it was undoubtedly effective - she could see the fear laced across Ella’s eyes as they went along, the nervousness in her every step. She knew her day would be coming. Perhaps not today, not tomorrow, not even weeks from now, but there would be no escaping the whims of the Renauds, not as long as she was in their employ, and perhaps not even if she left it. Asp knew better than most - what the sisters wanted, they took.

”I meant to say that you and your coworkers have a job unlike any other - I dare say that no one else in the world has an occupation quite like this.” She followed Ella, trying to keep up with the eager mad. The added pep in her step hadn't gone unnoticed, and she wasn’t sure what the source was - had Dominique urged expediency? The woman was ravenous, and her patience would only go so far. The last thing Asp wanted was for her to get the young woman in trouble.

Asp sat on the bed and looked on as Ella brought the outfits, nodding along as they were presented to her and trying not to look as impressed as she was. As a connoisseur of this style, she could say with no hesitation that Dominique had spent no small amount of money on each one of them, with even the most basic one far and away from what Asp herself could afford. Ornate designs, the finest materials, and all of them were designed to show off her form. Perfect fits, too, she could already tell.

”She does.” Asp would agree with Ella’s assessment of Dominique - the woman was lacking in ways, but style was not among them. ”I think…yes, this one suits me well. Black.” She stood up to take it, placing a single hand on it while it was still in Ella’s grasp. ”Would you help me change? It will go faster with us both, but if you’re uncomfortable…”

[thesteedman]

"Oh... Well I guess it certainly is a unique occupation, it certainly is a little more adventurous from collecting glasses in a bar. I do not know where my Mistress’ wealth comes from to be able to afford so many Maids and staff given the salaries we are on, but the work is hard and well-earned as you might have guessed. Being in Japan serving under the Renauds was certainly not my life's ambition, but it is strange where life can take you. Despite how hard things can be, you will hear no one complain. So long as you can avoid the Mistress' legs or Dominique’s whims to fold you in half... you are actually well looked after." Ella would respond honestly. Her tone was a little quieter, no doubt holding no desire to let her words carry into the hallways. When she offered her personal selections to Asp on what potential outfit to wear, she watched as Asp approved of one, coming to gently slide her hand over the rich and smooth fabric that made the outfit. She nodded in approval and bowed.

"Then it is decided. I think it is a fine choice personally. Though there are no wrong options for a woman of your beauty, I think this one was my personal favourite. Dominique will be most pleased." Ella spoke out, managing a small smile. Her features did not shift at all when Asp requested that she help her change. No doubt Ella was accustomed to such requests from the hostess of the manor herself.
"Of course, I will assist you in any way I am able. When not in the presence of Mistress Dominique Renaud herself, I am yours. Anything you need I will see to it that it is done. All but an escape vehicle I fear..." Ella spoke with a small notion to the clear jest at the end of her statement.
"Here... allow me." Ella would gently shift to move behind Asp, after gently placing down the outfit of choice. In a smooth fashion, Ella shifted along the soft mattress to where she could position herself behind Asp. She motioned to make certain it was alright for her to help Asp undo her Belly Dancer wrestling attire. Once she had Asp's approval she would gently begin to work, looking to loosen her clothing before carefully beginning to work them from Asp’s alluring and lithe form.

"Please do not take offense, but after the exhibition in the ring you had today, I would suggest a shower or bath before changing. I can assist you in washing if you so desire? I can help with your hair or help cleanse your body of your exhibitions tribulations." Ella would note, leaning over Asp's shoulder a little to see if she desired more assistance.
"... so long as you are comfortable with it." Ella then added a slight teasing edge to her voice along with a cheeky smile with a play on Asp's own statement a moment ago.

[BlackAkuma]

Well-said.

Asp listened to Ella lay out what her employment was like, and tried to picture herself in the woman’s shoes, living in a life of such bountiful elegance, while being a servant at the same time. She was so used to being her own woman, having her freedom and going where the winds took her, that it was a difficult thing to visualize - being so controlled, managed, almost like a small army. Yet, there was something to be said for security, in knowing that you would always have a roof above your head and food in your stomach. It was not a life she could see herself leading, but she understood the appeal.

”An escape vehicle will not be needed, but thank you. I certainly appreciate the assistance.” She gave the maid a small nod and a warm smile to go along with it, then turned back to further inspect the dress. Ella’s presence alone had already been more of a boon than she could’ve hoped for. In a situation that could’ve been highly stressful, she was providing much needed comfort, giving her an ear to speak to and someone to bounce off of, some of a life vest out at sea.

And she wasn’t wrong about the need for bathing, either. As clean as she tried to stay, she had essentially wrestled a match and a half since her last time, and the smells were beginning to accumulate. She imagined this would be her last chance to freshen up before her night grew considerably more hectic and vigorous.

”A bath would be lovely. Truly.” She looked back over her shoulder at Ella, just enough to read her eager features, smirking at her little joke. There was a jester underneath that frilly apron, wasn’t there? ”And I would be quite comfortable with your assistance, yes.”

[thesteedman]

"Very well. A bath it is. We have an hour before your meal with Miss Dominique Renaud, so that will give you a decent amount of time to soak and relieve yourself of the sins of the day. You can relax and let me bath you if you so desire." Ella spoke, shifting from the bed with Asp choosing to refresh herself. She offered the Egyptian beauty a hand to stand tall, looking to guide her towards the bathroom. Despite being a smaller guest room compared to all other stations Asp had encountered during her venture in the manor, it was by no means minute. The room was grand and lavish, well-furnished and of impossible quality, cleaned to an immaculate level. The bathroom was no different, very much of equal quality.

When Ella opened the door, the floor tiles were near gleaming and spotless. The walls were well decorated with ornaments and paintings, whilst subtle vents had been placed above, no doubt to reduce condensation from the hot showers and baths. The bath was an odd mix of traditional and modern, oversized and easily capable of fitting two people. The tap was unique, jutting out of the wall like a miniature pool slide, all very modern. Besides it was a walk in shower that also seemed to act as a potential sauna with an easy shift between the two, closed off to retain the heat such the latter be selected as its function. The rest of the room was spacious and well designed, with sinks and a closed off area that was no doubt the lavatory, tucked away out of sight to keep a pleasant feel. Asp began to wonder, given the top quality of everything, if this room had even ever seen service before. There were plenty of guest rooms after all, though it could be speculated the Maids merely worked hard enough to make it all appear brand new. By now Ella had approached the bath, turning on the two taps, which roared into use as a waterfall of water began to slide down from the unique and open shaft. Steam began to rise the moment the waters pooled, suggesting significant heat. It was clear it would take mere minutes before it was filled, whilst Ella began to sprinkle in some petals from a nearby cabinet, adding oils and light bubbles to give a pleasant aroma.

When she was satisfied that the bath would look after itself, she gathered some nearby towels and folded them to near perfection, before approaching Asp.
"Would you like assistance unchanging? I will take your attire to be cleaned and straightened so it is ready for you to take home tomorrow after our time is done. Also… how hot would you like your bath?" Ella would note, moving a step closer, almost assuming Asp would want some help unchanging. If so, she would assist where needed to help Asp get unchanged, holding a towel close if she chose to hide her modesty should she will it.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp didn’t know precisely what the Renaud’s paid their maids, but going off the services she’d seen so far, she hoped it was a fair amount. She could tell from their work that there was a dedication and loyalty that one wouldn’t have expected from women hired for simple tasks. It was in the reverence in Ella reserved for her mistress’ names, the seriousness on the face of Kayla, the rash actions of Tia and Anna. It was easy to see why the Baroness had grown to be such a feared opponent in LAW - anyone with such a reliable cadre of servants at their beck and call was bound to be dangerous.

It was apparent in their cleanliness, too. Asp would not call herself a neat freak by any definition, but she preferred a well-kept space, and the bathroom she was led into undoubtedly qualified as that. Gleaming floors, a pristine sink, a mirror so clear that she couldn’t spot a single blemish. She suspected that someone had used this room before - given how old the manor appeared, that was a given. But the staff had done an impeccable job keeping it maintained, especially for a guest room.

She nodded her approval as she made her way in and stepped to the mirror, taking a moment to attend to herself as Ella drew the water. She let her hair down, leaving it to cascade down her back, making Ella one of the few people to see it in such a state. With all their time, it could have been due to a good wash, getting some of the grime out of her scalp.

”Just shy of scalding, if possible. And yes, I welcome the assistance.” She held out her arm and let Ella get to work, sliding it off her body. She was grateful for the help in speeding things along. The towel was appreciated, but she didn’t use it. She was never one to hide herself, and given the Baroness’ clear choice of attire around her home, she doubted it was the first time the maid had seen a naked wrestler.

She handed the clothing off, thanked her for the assistance, and went to the bath once it was probably filled. She slipped herself in, one leg at a time, letting her body acclimate to the heat. Slowly, slowly, so slowly, until they reached up just shy of her neck.

Asp closed her eyes, breathed the steam in deep, and simply soaked.

[thesteedman]

Ella allowed Asp all the space and time she needed after assisting her with undressing. During this moment she remained at her utmost professional, no doubt drilled into her from what Asp could assume was moments she tended to Stephanie herself or potentially even Dominique. If she had gazed upon Asp's bountiful form when the last of her clothing was removed, Asp would never know. Ella strangely had a presence about her, a comforting one. Whilst Asp might have had no issue stripping to only the skin upon her flawless form, doing so in the company of others always left lingering thoughts about how they would react. For some reason, Asp did not get this notion with Ella, feeling as comfortable stripping before her as she would within the confines of her own home.

There was a respect within the Maid, she was careful, her hands delicate and soft as she handled and carefully folded the clothing of Asp's attire. She remained near when Asp took her first strides to the bath, but kept a calculated distance. She waited with statuesque patience whilst Asp tested the waters of the deep bath, getting a feel for the intense heat that lapped against her flesh. Ella had ran this bath to perfection, a temperature that was steaming yet comfortable on the senses. The light layer of bubbles felt soft against her skin, whilst a unique aroma seemed to rise from the scattered petals that sailed on the surface of the water. By the time Asp was able to slip her subtle form downwards, the bubbles surrounded most of her figure, giving some concealment but leaving enough of her perfect form to display with little distortion in the seemingly perfect water.

"May I?" Ella spoke after a time, waiting a good few minutes for Asp to simply lie and take in the pleasant heat that surrounded her. The Maid slid behind her, coming to kneel at the step of the bath as she collected a sponge in hand. She dipped the sponge into the water before giving it a firm squeeze to let excess liquid and some soap run from the pores of the bathing sponge. It was then she waited for Asp's permission... when she received it, she would slide the sponge over Asp's shoulders and her upper chest in a smooth and near relaxing glide. The sponge itself was as soft as anything, leaving a small film of water and miniscule bubbles across her now glistening skin.

"I can wash you hair if you so desire. Or anything else. As I mentioned, I am yours for the next fifty minutes. Whatever you command." Ella whispered, her voice softer as for now she continued to gently glide the sponge and squeeze it whilst upon Asp's collar bone, letting hot water flow over her neck and shoulder before re-joining the bath.

[BlackAkuma]

As she’d hoped, Ella was unbothered by another woman stripping before her, taking the moment in stride. Odd as it was for a person she had only met, she could respect that in her, admiring her professionalism and courtesy. Granted, she was acting like this because she was instructed to, there were no delusions there, but all the same, it was appreciated. She wondered if her experience would’ve been the same with another maid - they couldn't all be this approachable, surely.

Asp slipped her way into the waters, taking her time to sink, letting her body grow acclimated to it. There was no such bath at her own apartment, only a shower, and while she’d learned to make do, she’d been craving a chance to fully immerse herself. Bit by bit, piece by piece, the waters engulfed her and the bubbles slipped around her form, until she was neck deep and soaking. Ella had done a fantastic job.

”Thank you.” She closed her eyes and spoke with a sigh, as the heat permeated her body, down to the core. Her muscles, still aching from Naga’s brutal beating, began to relax, and it was as if her entire being was becoming unwound.

So absorbed was she in the moment that, when Ella spoke again, the sound forced a slight jump out of her - she had earnestly forgotten that the woman was in the room. It took her a few more seconds to open her eyes and process what was being offered, but when she did, she nodded her approval. ”By all means. Clean everything, please. As you said, we have time.”

While she would not have typically indulged in such a way, she was willing to make an exception today - if Ella was so eager to be of service, she wouldn’t deny her. She quite enjoyed the maid’s soft hands roaming all over her body, and she laid back in the tub, giving her full access, letting the minutes tick by…