This Is How We Do It (Feat. Maria Esteves, Gloria Kildahl, and Neith)

[DSX93]

"I only have one answer for such insubordination."

That voice. Maria didn't know what to make of it. She'd fucked up. She could hear that in there. But...But...

She'd read stories of unprompted touch bringing an immediate end to a session, even though it was accidental. She didn't want to be another example of this, and she wouldn't be. In the back of the mind that was still trying to deal with the unforgiving, unrelenting pressure was relief. Bursting to the forefront, however, intermingling with those live nerves, running through her veins to make her blood run cold was fear.

Her next breath came out shaky. A whimper that wasted what she knew would soon be precious. Of how much, she still had absolutely no idea. Not truly; no, this first-timer didn't know how deep that rabbit hole went. But her voice, an aural release of a terrible power that would leave her stilled in suspense, told her a fact that would remain seared into her memory.

Neith is a cruel Goddess. That thought about taking a few minutes to get used to this? She could forget about it. There wasn't going to be an adjustment period.

And yet, this vision of sorts of the harrowing to come had the fly feeling...alive. The only comparable experience was when she and her brother Alejandro enacted their plan to get her away from their parents' clutches so she could be free. Free to just live, on her terms. But this was something entirely different. A feeling that she couldn't describe, a terror that she wasn't entirely unfamiliar with. But those were the key words: "On her terms."

This was suffering that she chose, inflicted by a professional. She hits her limits here, and that's the end of it. No harm, no foul.

It felt like Neith could sense the rapidly mounting turmoil within when she reached up to touch her face. Fingers brushing past her cheeks. Her lips. Lighting up her nerves until it spread like a wildfire across her face. She knew that she was blushing like mad now.

Lips. Maria's eyes couldn't help but fall to hers in that moment. Perfect, like the rest of her. What an experience it must be to have one's own against them. Especially like this. In a soft bed, wrapped up between her thighs on top of her, wearing so little and her, even less.

It...It...

Soothed.

Her touch, it soothed. Again, she lacked the words for this: It was a "calm before the storm" sort of thing. A reminder that although she was looking...

"Endless, divine torture."

...right in the face, she was safe.

And then that hand sealed her mouth closed. She could feel those powerful legs moving, but that pressure had never let up, still. One swing of Neith's hips, and just like that, she was right where she always was from the jump.

Getting air into her lungs had become a serious struggle the moment she was on her back. Maria was breathing in as much as she could through her nose. Sucking it in deep, only for it to still feel shallow as her ribs failed to expand. The sight of the other hand coming towards her face opened her eyes wide. She was right in the middle of taking in one last, deep inhale before it was all cut off completely. Completely air tight, nothing going in or out.

Her hands gripped the sheets even harder than before. She could feel her nails cutting through the silk. Impulse would cause the beginnings of resistance. Her upper body lifting from the bed. Legs kicking. The conscious strain with her arms helped her stave off the panic that threatened to overtake her. Keep her from sitting up outright. Make those kicks more just her stretching those long, long legs.

But it didn't hold her heart back from trying to beat its way out of her chest.

She closed her eyes. Would have loved to take a deep breath, but she can't. It would have helped, but that was the intention.

It's just one minute. Don't freak out. You're good. She's not crazy. You would've been flattened and emptied out like a tube of toothpaste by now if she was. Be cool. It's just one minute.

Only, it didn't feel like a minute. It had to be several. After minute two or three, she finally opened her eyes again to stare up at her Goddess, as though to ask how long it's been. The fog was creeping into her skull.

...

Weakness is setting in. In the interest of keeping her mind, she kept her hands squeezing the sheets to give herself another sensation to focus on besides that increasingly desperate need for oxygen. But her grip was lightening up.

On the bright side? The bodyscissor had become more tolerable.

...

The room is spinning. Neith is spinning. And this fuzzy feeling was kind of nice. It was everywhere, but especially in her head. Is this what it's like to be high?

...

Other physical sensations are starting to go: The feeling of Maria's feet on the floor. The silk on her back. But in her hands, she could still feel it as long as she kept rubbing it against her fingers.

...

At this point, Maria's eyes were heavy and half-lidded, and she was fighting the urge to close them completely. She knew that if she did that, this trial is as good as failed.

But she's so tired. She's never wanted to take a nap this bad in her life. If this "minute" doesn't end soon...She knew that she wouldn't have a choice.

[HotWheels]

Neith tended to count long minutes.

In fact, she didn't count at all. She estimated. No one in this heavenly but damnable predicament would mind if she fudged the time. They focused, wisely, on surviving the storm that was Neith's onslaught of crushing legs and deft handiwork. Besides, she could see it in their eyes when she needed to make that minute more like fifty seconds. Maria, on the other hand, had considerable resistance in her.

And how Neith adored it. Neith enjoyed little more than watching her own body as it utterly annihilated another. But her second favorite treat? What she witnessed as she sat on, squeezed, and robbed Maria of every potential breath. It wasn't the initial panic. No, she had seen that too many times, any too many times that panic had ended in a quick tap. Shameful. No, it was first the eyes opening as the seconds dragged on and the "request" in those eyes to be freed from the torture. So helpless and pitiful.

"Only I get to decide," Neith reminded her. But the scene became far better. The eyes slowly lidded. The strain became evident. The colors became crimson and then something more deathly. Maria was going to be sleeping so very soon. Neith had always imagined someone about to fall unconscious as having the same look as someone so drunk on lust that they could no longer think straight nor focus, and the sight of it made her ecstatic - an ecstasy that crept all across her too-pretty features. She could look at that face all day and never lose the thrill of it.

But she wanted to see it again and again, and she needed Maria awake to do so. She savored one last, lustful glare before leaning down far enough to lick Maria across her cheek. Then, she freed her face and sat back, no longer squeezing, merely lording over her trapped prey.

"Most impressive. You can worship my thighs if you have the sense to enjoy it."

[DSX93]

So it was all by her decree. Time was as Neith desired it to be. What was one minute to Maria could be stretched out into two or three in this new reality.

She didn't notice her hands going idle at first. Her half-closed eyes maintained a packed gaze up into those of the Goddess that was squeezing the life out of her:

Helplessness. It was so, so hard. Her eyes were getting heavier, along with the rest of her. The darkness was closing in. She couldn't fight it. She wasn't going to make it.

Pleading. Slowly, a hand rose up, guided half by desperation for air and half by...

Resolve. Those two impulses waged war with each other: Survival instinct brought her hand...almost to that strong, sexy tummy. Close, with a final jolt of willpower opening her eyes wide to...beg for this to end, but not making contact, pulling back at the last second. It hung there for a second, quaking. With fear, resolve, and...

Excitement. Her body was weak, but she felt alive! The adrenaline coursing through her body was wonderful, giving her more of that feeling that might be similar to smoking a blunt.

More resolve. It's been so long, but what if she was getting close? What if fifteen, ten, five seconds were all she had left to endure? The thought of quitting when she was so close to hopefully impressing her...It was worse than blacking out.

She let her hand flop lifelessly back on the bed.

Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more...

Or maybe that was another test. Is that what she wants to see? Sheer resolve, preferring passing out over tapping out.

You're a fucking survivor. You're not giving up.

It was happening. Her eyes were closing. Her mind cleared. There was a twisted sort of serenity about this. The darkness was wrapping its arms around her, and she let it, unbothered. She didn't care. Neith looked down upon her with a darkened glee, and it was...Beautiful. She'd pleased her Goddess.

Maria received her tongue with a pleasured shiver and a tingle in her most sensitive spot between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head -- fuck, that was hot! Another jolt that would keep her in the running for just a little bit more.

And it would be enough.

She was gasping for air the moment she was free of Neith's killer grip. And when she got it, it hit. A huge wave of euphoria washed over her like a tidal wave, settled on in, and...Oh yeah, this has got to be what it's like to be high. Woooaaaah, goddamn!

For a moment, she just laid there and enjoyed the floating sensation when it walked in the door. Not entirely still; one of her legs, an arm...she'd started twitching. And she didn't know why, but when her conscious mind become aware of that, she just started giggling. Like she was reacting to a joke that she hadn't heard yet.

This was..."That was amazing." Her voice was that of a girl who's breath had been taken in away not only literally, but figuratively. Completely and thoroughly.

All was right in the world now. "You're amazing. Goddess. It feels like I'm floating!" Add an air of wonder to her words now.

And she would indeed have the sense to enjoy those thighs. Gliding her whole hand along, taking in the feeling of her flesh in full as they traveled. Up and down. Maria cooed at the resistance she was met with when she squeezed down on them. "Wow." After a while of this, she would switch to putting both hands on one thigh.

Thorough. She had to be thorough with the massage that followed. Legs like these deserved no less. "You're so powerful. It's...Woah." Knead and caress every inch. Ooh, these muscles are crazy! "These are the sexiest and the scariest things I've ever seen." Reacting on their own to the heavenly situation, Maria's legs came together, thighs impacting, and oh yes! Biting down on her lip, she kept them squeezed together as she worked, crossing one leg over the other to get started down the road to being one very satisfied client.

Her blue eyes focused on Neith's thighs with a longing gaze. She remembered her place as she made her way up, closing in on that off-limits spot, but God, she wanted to try! She wanted to replace her hands with her lips. Make Neith reconsider.

But that wasn't her place.

As she switched to the other leg, Maria would look up at her, smitten and hopeful. "Does this please you, Goddess?"

[HotWheels]

As much as Neith enjoyed watching fading consciousness, her clients found plenty of their own fun in her techniques.

She didn't care much herself for the rousing process, but she wore a wry smile while Maria regained her faculties. She never knew nor did she care what sort of experience her clients had with various forms of masochism - she was skilled enough that she could safely and easily please the most experienced or those with no experience at all - but she gathered that Maria was new to the scene. It looked to the goddess like the discovery of a new high, the kind that kept her clients returning. Score her one point against her tardy rival.

Her delicate finger came to rest against Maria's lips at her exclamation. "Shhh. Just live it." The excited noise, she could do without. It was a pet peeve of hers, and she entirely missed the irony of it. Fortunately, she could typically find an excuse to smother any client she deemed too loud on the spot.

But Maria didn't need silencing from the too-picky Egyptian; she became enamored by Neith's thighs. And the goddess let her enjoy, falling surprisingly silent herself while the hands brushed over her bronze skin. She watched, too, with satisfaction nearly as much from the way the fingers dimpled her skin as from the pleasure of the touch. She had been touched plenty over the years; she could take or leave that contact. Enjoying herself for the goddess she was? That never seemed to bore her.

"As well as any mortal can please someone like me," Neith assured her, pinching her on the chin like some doting schoolmistress. Her eyes settled on Maria's, at first with a pleased gaze. That gaze slowly became more dangerous, menacing, but no less inviting. "But... you will learn that goddesses demand much from their followers. And I demand to see your suffering face once more."

Her legs deftly uncoiled from their cozy position around Maria's midriff, and in the same motion, Neith darted forward. Her crotch slid into Maria's chin, her thighs landed on either side of her face, and Neith reached to find her hands and lace with them in a lover's embrace. As she pinned Maria's arms down, her thighs tightened around her client's trapped skull, and she leaned forward, draping her abs over her face. All a pretty little package.

"Snug enough for you?"

[DSX93]

Yes. Just live it. Feel it.

Neith was dangerous. A drug in ethereal form, so intoxicating that one hit was all it took to swallow you whole. And Maria has just taken that first hit. Fuck weed. This..! This was all she needed.

That praise was as good as handing her a diamond, prompting the broad smile of a schoolgirl with a crush. Which she was, technically. A college student now, with a free ride through her online courses. It was weird with her: Her academic achievements were something she took pride in, but she despised the pressure that was put on her to reach them. It tainted the whole thing.

Like Neith's choice of words had harshed her mellow, urging action, but unlike that, it was in a way that hadn't brought about any ruin. As much as any mortal could please her...That wasn't enough for her. She wanted to shed her humanity. Rid herself of whatever impurities that were keeping her from being whatever she needed to be to please her fully. She wanted to be something that Neith would remember. Something that she'd be eager to have back at the next available opportunity.

And if it took more suffering to make that happen, so be it.

Maria laid still as Neith made her move, ready for the next trial.

Oh! OH!

It was right. There. So close to making her act up! A strong mixture of anticipation and fear had her shuddering. Gasping. Bringing her thighs closer, still. When Neith offered intimacy, she seized it. Literally, putting a measured squeeze on the hands that took hers the moment their fingers were interlocked. A plea not to take it away.

Maria casted a breathless gaze upon her, jaw dropped and liable to have rolled off somewhere if it weren't attached. Another squeeze of her thighs brought her legs as closely together as humanly possible, applying pressure between them that made it impossible to suppress a moan when she was gifted with the presentation of that perfectly sculpted stomach. She was thankful that Neith couldn't see her face, which had no doubt been squeezed into a most uncanny sight between her thighs.

"Just live it."

Submitting to the influence of her fall into subspace and her mounting desire, fueled further by her newly developed taste for pain, the Latina would answer her question not with words, but with her lips. The vice-tight grip on her head was making it hard to aim, to make it to her abs, but she didn't care. If she had the chance, she'd kiss every nook and cranny of this finest body. Might as well start here.

[HotWheels]

Obedient. Neith truly did need to steal this woman away from all the other session wrestlers in Tokyo. Of course, she needed to steal them all, but the ones who heeded her orders always took priority. Her abundance of noisy enthusiasm tamed in favor of physical enthusiasm, and so Neith would reward her. Plenty would consider her trapping Maria between her thighs with the majority of the goddess' weight crushing her delicate collarbone as nothing close to a reward, but this is what these wise people paid for - sweet suffering. Besides... Neith was robbing herself of the sight of Maria's squished face so her client could enjoy her abs. She was so giving.

"I am your cage," she cooed, as she slid Maria's hands across the bed while she held to them and massaged at them with her thumbs. "Physically and mentally. When we finish today, you'll never be able to forget me. And you will come back again. And again. And again." It sounded like a ritual hypnotism, and Maria seemed hypnotized - she did her best to kiss at Neith's abs despite her predicament. Neith wriggled her whole figure at the feeling, wiping her abs across her client's face and jostling her face between the two thick thighs that framed it.

"Point proven. Now..."

Neith leaned back and released her hands, but these were temporary freedoms. She reached down to take the back of Maria's head, almost too lovingly pulling it more tightly into her crotch until Maria's lips were kissing the small, creased outline of Neith's bottoms. Holding her there, she swung out her legs to turn the snug thigh-hold into a seated headscissor. Her ankles crossed, but she didn't squeeze yet. She leaned back instead, staring with all manner of curiosity into Maria's trapped, partly smothered face.

"Beg me to reconsider crushing your skull."

[DSX93]

What a cage to be held captive in!

How long has it been? Has it even been ten minutes? Maria was in no hurry to the end of this session, but this paragon of femininity was an image burned into her memory already. Oh, she wasn't kidding in that first conversation. "Again. And again. And again."

"I'm already there." The fly wanted to say. "Right there in your web." More and more "ruined" by the second.

She moaned into the sculpted stomach that was being wiped into her face, and she did her utmost to reinclude those thighs into the proceedings when she was nudged in their direction. So much to enjoy and worship at once!

I need time, my Goddess!

She will happily get to it all. But it's best with focused devotion, isn't it? Not that it really matters, she reminded herself. Whatever Neith wants, Neith will get. Maria couldn't turn her head, but she did what she could, taking advantage of any good angles provided. Knowing that she was causing a stirring in the Egyptian only spurred the girl on further.

Maria stopped when she leaned back and released that pressure. And her hands. Assessed her expression as well as her currently addled brain could. Had she done something wrong?

And then...

Sweet Jesus!

The poor girl's eyes looked like they were ready to pop out of her skull. That earlier urge to make Neith reconsider one specific term of this session returned to the forefront of her mind. Did she dare even think that she's done it? Or even that this was her chance?

Well...To be technical, when she brought up the subject of sex, she spoke of it in a reciprocal manner. Maybe Neith just wants to receive? Or maybe this was something else. But her lips were right there. At Neith's guidance.

Maria finally did what one would expect a sheltered, inexperienced eighteen year old to do in this situation: She shook. She froze. The thought of failing, disappointing, and offending in such an intimate juncture terrified her. What if she messes up so badly that it makes the session end right here?

Something she could do just by laying here, doing nothing.

Fuck! Do something!

What the hell is she supposed to do?!?

Say something!

What the hell is she supposed to say?!? Oh, that's right, she can't! Because she's currently being gagged with her cooch!

Alright, alright! Just calm down and think for a second!

Thinking is why she's just laying here now! Every second is precious; she can't do this all day!

Logic! Use your logic! Remember the exact position you're in now! She put your face there for a reason! Do it!

Or maybe she shouldn't...

Oh, dear Goddess, if there is anything you can see in my eyes now, let it be that I have no idea what the hell I'm doing! Be patient with me, please!

Her eyes held onto Neith's for dear life as she stuck her tongue out, projecting that plea through them ad infinitum and hoping beyond hope that this was the moment that she had a mutant awakening and that telepathy would just so happen to be her superpower. Her "begging" would begin very tentatively. Slow introductory licks to start with while she gauged whether or not this was what Neith wanted.

[HotWheels]

Few things could arouse a mind - or the body attached to it - than a titillating question with no solution. Specifically, one where the goddess was offering no solution but the obvious one since she had crushed or smothered out the other option. Of course, her clients liked to be creative in finding escapes from her torture. She didn't mind. Let them show some liveliness rather than lying there like beached fish. As Neith offered Maria a decision while simultaneously robbing most of her ability to voice her decision, she watched, waited, saw the hesitation and the worry in those eyes. Eyes could work wonders with turning emotions erotic, and this was no exception.

And creative Maria was. Or perhaps... desperate. As Neith felt the young woman's tongue drag across the front of her bottoms, she tensed with some surprise, then with pleasure. A raised eyebrow and a soft chuckle followed. She had set her rules, but she supposed she had never said trying to lick her through her clothing was off-limits - she had clearly stated that the clothing stayed on and nothing should happen beneath her bottoms. Maria was still keeping to the rules, technically. So while Neith was not upset... she could still pretend.

"Oh dear," she whispered, brushing back some of Maria's scattered hair from her face like she was grooming a lover. She wanted so badly to see that face when she did this. "You've gone and uttered the wrong prayer. I don't think I'll ever be ready to let you out of my clutches." She let that little preview sink in, watched for reactions.

Then she coiled her legs and squeezed, the biggest one yet. It lasted mere seconds, but it would surely do the trick - it would elicit a scare.

[DSX93]

Oh God, no!

She stiffened. Whole body, but Maria felt it particularly in the makeshift earmuffs that Neith had turned her thighs into. Those two drags of the tongue were all she dared to try, and it was exactly the wrong...No? No. No? Maria had frozen again, examining the force of nature above her as hard and as deep as she's ever had done anything. Seconds turned into minutes in her mind, and those minutes were stretching out into a painful eternity. She thought she was done being scared of anything since LAW took her in, but she could not have been more wrong!

But...

Oh, thank God! Maria took a breath. She was doing something right after all!

And so she kept it up. You bet your ass, she kept it up! She was going to be the best fucking seat this woman's ever sat on, please believe it! Neith even called her "dear"! Yes!

"Wrong prayer"?

Oh shit.

Maria reflexively gripped Neith's thighs, kneading into them absent-mindedly. But despite her awareness of the pain that was to come, she was oddly relaxed. Her ears have been well-trained in the art of picking up on moods, and that tone was one that said that this wasn't going to be something done out of anger.

That safety was the thing that allowed her to think, "Give me your worst!"

And then Neith squeezed the unholy hell out of her head, ripping out a groan that grew into a scream that filled the space between her legs and surely reverberated through her heavenly body. A technique she'd read about in a spicy piece of erotica -- using sound as stimulation. One she'd planned on using some day, but not today. A happy accident, if that happened to be something she liked.

Her pretty face was again squeezed into something ugly. And the pain! God, the pain! Her skull was just threatening to give by the time she finally eased up. She wanted fear? She got it: Those first few seconds of respite were spent using her eyes to beg her not to do that again as that self-preservative instinct took over.

Her hands had already squeezed tighter, and they continued to do so, like it would somehow give her the strength to make it through this. And it had. And it would calm her just enough to bring those rational, reassuring thoughts back to begin work on erasing the panic. But not that healthy fear. That was never going away.

[HotWheels]

Neith was stimulated, enough so that she ran a hand along the edge of her own figure to add to the enjoyment.

She had long since learned she enjoyed these sounds. Her own, yes, but in some ways, they reminded her too much of her old career. Making others moan, squeal, and scream for her? Incredible. The sound itself pleased her, but so too did the way those sounds stimulated her body since they often appeared when she held someone oh so close. A staple of her sessions, and one she had received praise for, was that she had a knack for suddenness, snagging a client in a smothering hold with naught but a flick of her legs or a tight grasp with both hands. Those surprises produced amazing noises, like the scream coming from Maria. She had to resist petting her on the head.

No, she had fun watching her panicked, squished face until she let the pressure subside. And then came her favorite body language - those pleading eyes. Neith grinned like a villainess at the sight of them. "Oh, so much need. So little chance to gain what you want. I hold your suffering in my hands, and all you can do is ask for its end." Those hands gripping her thighs... time to make a game of this.

"Massage me. If I deem that you're doing a fine enough job..." She recrossed her ankles to get comfortable again and squeezed lightly, enough to indicate that the pain from before would return if she didn't do that "fine enough job." "...I won't make this any worse. And you will get to worship me again. No pain. No suffering."