The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 1: Lacramioara Albescu

[DSX93]

At this point, after so much play based around it, Eveline could feel Serina squirming in her seat at ringside. Didn't even have to look her way to know that the sight of little Desdemona here writhing in her clutches was doing things to her. It was one of her favorite ways to punish her when they happened to have someone else around to bring into a session: Take the feet away and make her watch as she gives them to their third.

Ooh. This is delicious! If she keeps this up...

"Silly girl, you're crying out for the one who sent you to me." Lacramioara's voice was low. Still beautiful, yet so menacing. Her expression mocking, clearly taking joy in her victim's distress. The hand that didn't belong to the arm currently squeezing Dizzy's neck moved to one of her breasts. She may not have much there, but that doesn't mean that what she has is to be ignored. Her fingertips touched down, testing to see if -- yeah, she's wearing a bra. So she settled for a hearty squeeze, still wanting to bring attention to what others have likely ignored. "You want this to stop? You want out? Find your own way! Stop me yourself, if you can!"

She started working her foot faster. Harder. Picking up the pace with every stroke. She was going to make this girl moan. Melt that defiance away. Choke the fight out of her. And she wouldn't stop until Dizzy was on the edge -- whichever came first between ecstasy or unconsciousness. Then she'd stop. Just before she crossed that threshold.

But she wouldn't be done. Shifting her body weight to the side, bringing Dizzy with her, she'd slide from underneath her, going for her legs. She'd set her knee down atop one, a measure taken to limit her options should she still have something left in her reserve to struggle with. Then go for the arms. One at a time, tucking one underneath the knee of the leg she had raised, and placing the other over her ankle, then rise to her feet as she lifted Dizzy's other leg to cross her ankles together, then flip her over.

Ass up and helpless, with the additional kick of having her own body

And she almost didn't have to slide the bite-sized maiden's skirt up to show the world what she had underneath it: A perfect blend of the old and the new, having enough material to rise to stomach level, a sight reminiscent of the bottoms of the olden days, yet with a sexy, modern touch. Sheer and revealing, yet the dampened black lace and the red trim kept her most intimate parts just out of view. For now.

The crowd erupted with appreciative cheers and whistles and catcalls. And the voice of After Dark's head would say from ringside, "Oooh, sexy!"

With a dark smile, Lacramioara took a seat atop Dizzy's rump, setting a foot down on the back of her head. Crossed one leg over the other,

"Hmm...I have been looking for a new throne. You're comfortable; perhaps you'll do. What do you say, Desdemona? Shall I Embrace you, turn you into the cutest piece of furniture that ever existed, for all time?"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was fighting back her lustier thoughts, trying her best to remember that she wasn’t supposed to look like she was enjoying this as much as she did, but wow, it was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second as Lacramioara worked her magic. The woman had a magical touch, and the way she applied it…

Case in point, the hand at her breasts. Dizzy’s chest didn’t have that much going on, a flat landscape, fairly unimpressive a-cups, and most of the women she was with tended to overlook them when. There weren’t exactly the main attraction of her body, so they rarely got much tender care.

Not so with Lacramioara. She brought dextrous, sinewy fingers to her breasts, latched out, and worked Dizzy’s breast as if they were the most tempting thing she’d ever touched, giving love to a forsaken area. That alone would have driven Dizzy wild, but between the stimulation between her legs and the heated words in her ear, it drove her utterly mad with lust.

Dizzy arched her back, closed her eyes, and let out a monstrous moan that belied her tiny frame, a roaring cry of untamed passion that forced its way around through the choke. She shuddered as the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm ran through her, and tensed up for the plunge. Three, two…

No.

Dizzy’s body went into a spastic fit as Lacramioara cut off her supply of pleasure at a crucial moment, leaving her to hang on the edge of the cliff. Her hand moved towards her legs, ready to finish the job herself if need be. Still, the vampiress was quicker on the draw - in an instant, she was moving about, manipulating her body, working her into crazy positions. It all happened so fast that she wasn’t even sure what the whole process was, but she could see the results: her, bundled up tight like a gift-wrapped present, trapped with her limbs, her toned butt sticking high in the air.

It was prime dominance, and it only got better when the woman used her as a seat, settled in, ass to ass, with a foot on the back of her skull. She couldn't wait to see this scene back in the video. She might even take a picture of it and frame it on her wall whenever she got her place. It would make for one hell of a conversation starter. ”You…you beast!” She wiggled her butt, making the woman on top jiggle - and, perhaps, giggle - with her pathetic struggles. ”Please, please, no! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go!”

[DSX93]

A petite buxom, a shaft that stands shorter than most, a facial scar...Tending to land less bountiful, or even razed, has always taken Lacramioara places. Almost always beyond where she'd go following more well-paved roads. As Dizzy's lust overcame rationality and her character's desire to escape her at last -- to the point that she attempted to take herself over the edge, at that -- she let out the sort of laugh one would expect to hear coming from her on the big screen: Low, dark, and sensuous. That of a woman who was just as likely to snuff you out as she was to look at you, but damn, if you had the opportunity to have her to yourself for just a little while...

Since it wouldn't be her hand pulling her across the finish line, it wouldn't have cost Dizzy the match. But it wasn't pragmatism that made Lacramioara intercept her. While she intended to take the "sweet petite treat" every step of the way herself, she was in no rush to get her there. She and Alix were of similar attitudes when it came to Hentai wrestling. Although she was still new to it herself -- officially, that is -- she agreed with the notion that the first experience should be made a good one if you can make it happen.

And there wasn't a single doubt in her mind about her ability to make it happen. But first, she'd drive this girl crazy. As a part of the experience that she'd provide.

"Beast." She repeated the word after Dizzy, and had another laugh while her makeshift chair rocked itself. But she wouldn't let it continue on for too long before she wound her arm back and gave her a good smack to the rump. "Rickety furniture." And another. Her expression changed from amused to annoyed. "Do I look like someone who sits on anything but the finest?" If Dizzy continued to move underneath her, she'd spank her again. As many times as it takes for her finally adapt to the new role she'd been saddled with.

"That's better." With Dizzy settled, she'd warm up a little. Not enough to let the girl go, most certainly not. It was time to proceed to the next stage of the game. "Beast." She'd repeat. "Yes, there's been a Beast living inside of me ever since that fateful night, so many moons ago. You wouldn't believe the things that it's driven me to do. Such terrible things. I fought it for so long. Tried to deny my true nature. But in the end, the thirst always wins. When I embraced it, my...'life' got so much easier. Pleasant, even."

She let that one hang for a moment. To give Dizzy a chance to put two and two together on where this was heading before she finished. "That's what I want from you, Dizzy: Honesty. With yourself. With me. Your body was saying so much just a moment ago, but I want you to put it into words now. Tell me what you really want."

[BlackAkuma]

This. This was why Dizzy preferred older women. While she didn’t avoid girls her age, she always gravitated towards the ladies with rust on their gears, who had seen the world and brought back stories. Great bodies, energy, eagerness, those were things you could find in so many. But experience? That only came with time.

Lacramioara didn’t seem too much older than her - mid-twenties, perhaps - but she could tell that the gap in time was filled with so much knowledge, so many tangible experiences. It was all in the way she handled her body, controlling Dizzy like she was an instrument to be fine-tuned. There was no doubt here, no questioning her abilities. The situation was totally in her control.

That thought alone, the idea of being the dark vixen’s tool of pleasure, would’ve been enough to leave her wet on its lonesome. But her dark mistress took it so much further.

One slap. Another. Another. Each one brought a new, genuine, yelping moan from Dizzy, as she reveled in the pain. She had always loved a good spanking, and now that she had some real muscle back there from her training, she loved it even more. Each one sent tingles through her buttocks and sizzled the skin, leaving her cheeks clenching and burning. It took a real, earnest effort not to scream out for more and harder.

She settled. After a while. She would’ve been content to let Lacramioara spank her all night, but that might get boring for the viewers after a while, and it would be nice to sit down at some point in the next week. She breathed hard and let out the occasional pathetic whimper as the vampiress spoke, her words dripping with dark, lurid intent.

God, she loved that accent.

With the question posed to her, Dizzy didn’t answer right away, though she knew precisely what to say. She feigned thought, as if the words were forming in her head, as if there was some hesitation and doubts. She chewed on her lip, then forced them.

”I want…” She closed her eyes and filled her face with the sort of shame she’d never really known. ”I want you. I want you over me. I want your body against mine, your lips at my neck, your teeth…” So forbidden, so taboo, she didn’t dare speak it.

The yearning, the lust, the depravity, the hunger, she brought it with every heavy, heaving breath. ”Take me. Own me. Devour me.”

[DSX93]

Lacramioara wasn't giving her everything. She hit Dizzy hard, but not as hard as she could've, and the brunette's response had the anticipation building fast. How will she react when she really gets going? How crazy will she get then? Watching her partners lose it when she finally gives them what they want was already pretty sweet to the curly-haired beauty. But having power like this up for grabs...

Her red eyes watched on with an amused, accomplished interest as the girl loosed those cries that called for more, each one another step in the abandonment of the character who wanted none of the sweet indulgence she offered. And another towards, yes, becoming a tool purposed for her pleasure.

When Dizzy finally stilled herself, her hand transitioned from a tool of punishment to a thing that soothed with gentle circular motions on her derriere. Got her familiarized with what was hers for tonight. For nights beyond this -- she had a feeling. And a little tease, a little more oomph to push her over the edge to finally breaking character.

The expected words came, but Dizzy held on strong. Made it look for all the world like it was killing her inside to admit to her desires. This. Girl. She needs to be in one of her films. One of the erotic projects.

But she spoke the truth, regardless. Told her what she wanted, and received an approving smile in turn. Lacramioara didn't speak. Just got up and started unwrapping her, with the hurried pace of a kid on Christmas morning. Leg. Arm. Leg. Arm. Then guided her onto her back, eying her like she was the sexiest thing she's ever seen and it's been so, so long, tongue sweeping across her lips. "You see? It's that easy."

Lacramioara's eyes would never leave hers as she descended onto her knees, then made that slow crawl to cover her. Let the moment marinate and build anticipation. Give her the best view in the house that one could have down her dress, and one last brief moment to let her mind run wild with the possibilities of what is to come. To do some of the work for her.

One leg would be deliberately placed between Dizzy's legs, her thigh pressing into her most sensitive spot again. Last time, the brunette had to stop because of the count. What would she do this time, when the heat turns up and she doesn't have those restrictions? Especially with her wrists restrained and held above her head, removing the options she would've had with her hands.

And then they were face to face, lips mere inches away from touching. "One simple admission, and you, Desdemona Belti, are mine." The distance would be closed at last. The kiss was exactly what was asked of her: An assertion of her dominance, with the pace and pressure being hers to set. A dance that she led, breaking once, just long enough to reaffirm, "Mine."

Hot and domineering, but never overbearing. Her tongue slid past Dizzy's lips, seeking hers out for the next steps of their carnal tango.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was of two minds about being tied up like this. While it wasn’t the first time someone had tried to bumble her up, it was one of the few times it had been done by someone who knew what they were doing. Most of the women who’d tried it on her had been all thumbs and couldn't get much more going than a few basic knots. Enough to make it look decent, but not enough to stop her if she truly wanted to escape. Not so with Lacramioara - when she had Dizzy down, she truly felt like she wasn’t going anywhere, like she could’ve stayed there all night and spanked to her heart’s content if she genuinely wanted to, and the tiny Italian didn’t hate that prospect.

On the other hand, her leg was starting to cramp up, bringing this whole charade to an abrupt and unsatisfying end. So it was likely for the best.

Regardless, there was a difference between being unbound and being free. While Lacramioara had given her the former, the latter was still very much out of reach, as the woman made her way on top and took her rightful place, mounting her like a predator with its fallen prey. Dizzy’s legs came together as her thigh slid in, only giving the briefest hint of resistance before parting and letting that heavenly thigh have its way.

She bit her lip tight, trying to keep her desires in check, but her muscles tensed, and her heart raced. For now, she had to be sated with a slow, subtle thrust of her hips, a rocking motion that the cameras would fail to pick up on through their clothes, but that would only make do for so long. She needed this woman all over her.

And she would have it. She held her breath as Lacramioara’s lips closed in, tasting her breath with every word she spoke. Closer, closer, closer…

Dizzy’s moaning scream echoed down Lacramioara’s gullet when she finally took what was hers, pressing their lips together for a claiming kiss. On the outside, she was pliant and willing, accepting her mistress’ embrace, letting her do all the work and meekly taking what was given, but inside their mouths, a completely different story played out. Dizzy’s tongue was wild and wilful, flicking all about the vampress’ mouth, playful flicking at its counterpart and daring it to chase, exploring every corner she could find, dancing along the teeth. If this was a tango, it was a lively one between an experienced veteran and an eager partner, both of them knowing their roles.

”Yours.” She spoke in raspy, wanting breaths, letting her lust out now that she and her character were of the same mind. Another kiss, and she spoke again. ”Take me.”