In The Black Widow's Web (Feat. Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud and Maura)

[DSX93]

"Come on, Maura, fight!" Maintaining the hold was a simple task, requiring only minute shifts to get her arm back in place when Maura pulled at it. "Don't be so quick to forget what you could have: You can hump me to your heart's content. Spill your seed all over me, pour it inside of whatever holes you choose!" Dalia even went as far to loosen her grip, just enough for Maura to be able to draw breath, with some effort. It wasn't as much to toy with her as it was to keep her from tapping out too early. "And all you have to do is escape. And then you pin me. Or you make me slap the mattress." Stated like it was the easiest thing in the world to do.

"I'll even let you know what I'm about to do next: I'm going to count down from ten. And when that count is over, I'm going to wrap my legs around you. Until then, I won't adjust my positioning." Three seconds. That's how much extra time Dalia would allow her before beginning the count. "Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six..."

[Lico]

"F-fight... nnghh...!" Dalia's words did remind Maura that they had a contest going on, although that didn't really change her situation too much.

Her client might have sparking a little defiance inside her, but a glaring issue was simply that Dalia was physically stronger. The loosening of the arm provided a little respite, but she was still unable to completely free herself. Then Dalia gave her a forewarning about what's going to happen next, starting a countdown before she'd do her next move. Maura tried to pull harder on the arm, her struggling rubbed the back of the head some more against the woman's boobs. The seconds are ticking, but it looked like it'd take a miracle for her to be able to get out from Dalia's grasps.

"A-aah... no..."

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"Five, four..." Dalia would adjust her grip, from a proper sleeper hold to simply wrapping both arms around Maura's neck and shoulders. After pulling her back nicely into her cleavage, she'd shimmy her shoulders, giggling as she teased the futanari with what would've been some fine motorboating if only she were facing the other way. Another small show of mercy that would grant her a few extra seconds to continue the fight.

"Three, two, one..."

Well, Maura could certainly say that she'd managed to get herself in a better spot than she started in, at least. "Well, you get an A for effort." Dalia took her time bringing her legs around. Took a proper seat on her shapely behind. Got comfy, staying upright. One leg -- oops! Her foot would "accidentally" brush against the smaller woman's hardness along the way. Now for the other leg. No such "mistake" would be made with that one...

[Lico]

The sleeper was loosened, but that didn't really allow Maura much freedom. Dalia most likely went easy not to make her tap to soon. The little motion the woman did also proven to be a nice distraction for her to fight back too much. After all it's getting increasingly comfortable in Dalia's grasps, and the smaller girl now kinda wished she's facing her client to have those heavenly pair tease her face.

"Aaahhm...!" she arched herself slightly and wriggled as Dalia's foot brushed her throbbing dick.

Now that she's trapped by the taller beauty's legs, Maura was presented with even further problem. Should she try to loosen just the legs, or worried about the arm still as well? In the end she decided to try keeping the arm from tightening around her neck again by holding it with one hand, while the other would pitifuly do the same on Dalia's leg.

"Uuughh..."

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So intimately close were she and Dalia that the latter was able to feel the tension in that snack sized body of hers melting away. Even within the deadly confines of her sleeper hold -- loosened, but ready to tighten right back up at a split second's notice -- the Black Widow's pillowy softness proved to be a powerful degree of soothing. And Maura's reaction to the briefest of contact with her foot...delectable. So sensitive, and she barely touched her.

Maura's divided resistance was so negligible that it might as well not even exist, especially where the hand trying to pry her legs off was concerned. She would learn in good time just how futile an effort like that is. But for now, Dalia would lean in close, stopping when her lips were just inches away from making contact with her ear. And she would whisper, "Your heart is burning for me, isn't it, Maura?"

She'd divert an arm from the chokehold and send the hand on a mission to feel the depths of the truth. But first to indulge herself a little: Gliding along the collarbone, slow enough to make the enticingly endowed woman trapped so deeply in her grasp almost painfully aware of even the fractions of the seconds that passed. It was the kind of touch that lingered long after it was gone, delivered with only the fingertips to leave you wanting more. The contact that hand had with Maura's breasts was a peripheral sight in tactile form. "Incidental", with the tips of the fingers on one and the point where the hand connected to her wrist on the other as it travelled to the spot right above her pounding heart.

"Feels exactly the way it should." She observed, adding a quick nibble of Maura's earlobe to get her heart burning even hotter. "Good."

Satisfied, her arms would return to their proper placements to resume the choke. But they wouldn't tighten up immediately. "I'll give you a second chance to impress me: I'm going to squeeze you. Hard. And I'll be keeping it up for..." She would let it hang there for one. Two. Three seconds. "On second though, I'll keep that little tidbit to myself." Another deliberate pause, accompanied with a taunting chuckle. Six seconds here, to give her time to ponder just how harrowing this was going to be. "But if you last, I'll give you some special attention with my feet. We'll start on the count of three.

One.

Two.

Three!"

[Lico]

"Aahh..." Maura felt a little shiver running through her spine from Dalia's whispering, seemingly affected by everything the woman did to her now that she's in her clutch. "Y-yes... nnnngg..." she purred as the taller beauty's hand brushed her skin, making its way to her chest to feel her thumping heartbeat.

Oh how she wished that her client would make her silly by kneading her breasts. The more she felt those fingertips on her skin, the more she's having the desire to be messed by Dalia. The woman really knew how to leave her wanting more, to stir the urge to just give in to her whim without really using force. Even if she wasn't really the stubborn type to begin with, Maura would like to think normally she could control herself better than this.

The short pause between Dalia's statement was building her anticipation, and to be left hanging by it made the trapped girl both excited and anxious at the same time. However, the mention of special attention by her feet immediately made her shaft twitched in response, a clear sign of how eager she was after the little accidental contact she felt earlier. Before that, though, there was some enduring for her to go through first.

"I-I'll do my best, Dalia-sama..." she said before bracing herself for the squeezing.

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And when she squeezed, it would be done as promised: With an oppressive pressure bearing down on Maura's ribs, and with how ineffectual her attempts at breaking it were, it would be safe to say that her neck was effectively caught in a vice. Maura had gone long enough without getting a feel of how deadly she could be when she's got a fly in her web. She needed to be tested; can't have her around for an extended period of time if she's going to be shying away from the pain and asphyxiation that made her potential owner famous.

Dalia was her goddess now. No air would be entering or leaving her subject's body without her willing it.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One...

[Lico]

"Hnngg...!"' Maura grimaced as Dalia started her ordeal, squeezing her midsection while also strangling her with the sleeper.

The pain meter went from 0 to 100 within a blink of an eye, and the poor girl couldn't even tell which one she should deal with. Her instinct eventually kicked and she used both her hands to try loosening Dalia's arm a little, but of course nothing really happened in that regard as her strength was already zapped by the divine beauty's vice grip.

"Nnngghh... ggghh...!" she squirmed around helplessly, starting to panic a little after a couple of seconds went by.

While a part of her thought (or hoped) that Dalia knew what she was doing, and yet the situation wasn't exactly one where she could completely resigned herself if she could help it, even if her resistance would end up futile anyways. She barely thought about the reward awaiting her at the moment, but as it was, all she could do was to endure her predicament anyways.

It was the longest ten seconds she had to go through in her life.

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But she would get through them.

"And...time!"

This wasn't the end of Maura's trials, period, but it was the end the most dangerous and frightening. Dalia's limbs ceased their constriction and moved to soothe, one arm transferring from the smaller woman's neck to a much gentler wrapping around her shoulder, with matching strokes of her hair. Those long, powerful legs would rest beside hers for the moment.

"Rest" would be the operative word. Dalia would wait out the adrenaline that was coursing through Maura's system before honoring her side of the deal; it wouldn't be much of a reward with a still active fight-or-flight response to keep her from enjoying it. For now, she'd let Maura enjoy this lover's embrace, giving her a moment to breathe and shake that fright away.

"That was good. Not even wrestlers make it through that every time."

What she wouldn't say was that most did, with only one -- a first timer to the kink -- signing on for more than she was ready for and freaking out when the inevitable roughness came. That woman fought her hard, drawing blood with a bite to the arm and nearly breaking one of her fingers as Dalia released her. Needless to say, that session was called off right then and there. No point in continuing on when there wasn't any trust there.

Dalia would leave that story alone and let Maura decide for herself how many she'd outdone. Whatever puts her more at ease.

[Lico]

"Guuuhh..." Maura groaned as the legs of Dalia finally eased up the squeezing. "H-haaa... haaa..." she panted as her air rushed back into her.

She looked groggy and whimpered as Dalia shifted her treatment to an affectionate one, caressing her hair while cuddling her, as if to reassure her that she's in a safe place. The smaller girl wriggled weakly, but slowly feeling more relaxed in her client's grasps. She leaned herself against Dalia a little more, looking up to the divine beauty, the merciful goddess who spared her, a grateful expression on her face.

"...I feel like you could have easily snapped my midsection into half... Dalia-sama..." she said, letting out a relieved sigh.

It's not really exaggerating as far as she's concerned. She did a couple of sessions with clients who were more on the rougher side, but the way Dalia exerted her power had been a one of a kind experience. The woman was commanding, but not violent at all. Maura wouldn't be surprised if she'd end up getting addicted with the way Dalia played with her by the end of this session.