The Masquerade

[thesteedman]

The slight shift in Lola's tone did not go unnoticed from Sophia. Given her position against her side, she had no way of gauging the expression upon Lola, but the choice of wording and the trailing tone spoke of some untoward experience. Sophia wondered if it was something to explore, that under the cold and calculating menace was a shred of humanity that could perhaps be reached. If there was an avenue there, there was no means of diving into it now. The pair were in public, waltzing through the intense party as Eve Summer continued to dominate the PA system with her remixes and bouncing set lists. Walking around the stupendously large heated and well lit pool, Lola would move in a manner that suggested she had a destination in mind.

Walking barefoot, the two entered one of the nearby outhouses, though it might have well been an established structure of its own merit. It was a vast expanse that was still attached to the main party, indoors but set up to make what looked like a mock arena. Couches and cushions were set up as if the location were some form of harem, as Maids walked by wearing barely anything, carrying trays of drinks and passing them to those that lay sprawled upon the cushions and luxurious couches. All bodies were hot, glistening, clad in little more than bikini style outfits whilst all laughing and joking faces were masked like a twisted masquerade. Amongst all the chaos, in the centre was two women wrestling in a circular mat filled with oils. Kaylah was dominating another woman between those powerful thighs of hers, squeezing so hard it looked like the petite redhead might burst as she cried out in agony.

She tapped hard against the oils, forcing the watching women to all cheer, before Kaylah whipped the mask from her face as a trophy! Sophia flinched at the sight of it all, before her attention went to the woman who owned the estate. She was clad in a near belly dancers like outfit, adorned with lace and jewels. Her top barely covered her chest, her bottoms a mere thong with a loincloth draping down behind her legs and in front. She lay upon the coach, her mask barely functioning as it was so small, all but revealing the Baroness' stunning features. She wore a smile on her lips as she sat with one leg out against the coach, familiarity slipping into those dark eyes as she watched Lola and Sophia.

"Lola. You've been holding back on me. I offered you a plus one as a formality... never did I imagine you actually had one. Who is your... captivating friend?" The Baroness purred in a lustful manner, gazing at the oil pool as she motioned for the defeated and demasked Redhead to clear the pool. A Maid wrapped her in a towel before she was led away, leaving Kaylah alone, kneeling but somehow still proud and tall as the oils left her well defined form glistening in the low light.
"Come. Sit with me Lola. Bring your friend." Baroness whispered, motioning for Lola and her guest to come to her couch, opening her bare and ever so dangerous legs up, like a venus fly trap waiting to ensnare its prey.

[BlackAkuma]

Though the Baroness wore the same mask that everyone else did, she really needn’t have bothered - there was no hiding who she was. Who else would have hair like that? Who else would be sitting in the place of honor at the Renaud estate? Who else would have thick, dangerous legs like that - aside from, perhaps, Lola herself? She was unmistakable, and would’ve stood out from the crowd even if she had been mingling. She might as well be a shining beacon.

Lola would’ve savored the sight for longer, but her attention was returned to the arena, where Kaylah had finished dismantling the redhead. She held the masquerade mask high and with pride, and though the crowd clapped, her only focus was on the approval of her mistress. She hardly seemed to notice the rest of the room.

Total devotion. Lola needed someone like that in her life.

She brought her attention back to the Baroness as she spoke, addressing her with that lavish French accent, the one that brought lust to some and fear to others. ”I could tell you. More fun if you find out some other way. Don’t you think?” Lola looked back to Kaylah with a knowing grin, letting a slight hint slip on the game she was playing. Maybe Sophia would pick up on it, maybe she wouldn’t. Amusing, either way.

She came over at the Baroness’ request and sat beside her, getting closer than most would ever dare. Close enough that their legs could brush up against each other, like two serpents hinting at a mating dance. It was rare for Lola to come across someone who could match her below the waist, she had to make the most of it.

”Your maid - Kaylah? She looks impressive.” She leaned in closer and brought her hand to the Baroness’ thigh, letting her fingers dance along the muscles. ”As impressive as my friend? Hm?”

[thesteedman]

Sophia's disdain was barely masked by the masquerade piece coating a portion of her face when she gazed upon the French Tyrant herself in all of her glory. Of course they were going to see the Baroness herself, and of course someone as wicked as Lola was already acquainted with such a deplorable individual. Lola approached the white haired woman as if she were of no danger at all, whilst the beast of this deep and dangerous cave was resting on a ridiculously lavish couch. No doubt some poor Maids had to drag it out here for this event, the seating looking ornate and incredibly heavy. It was all part of the sheer decadence of this event, the workings of Lola and hosted by a mind just as twisted and warped.

Lola seated herself up next to the Baroness, as the white haired woman near purred, slowly sliding her legs around Lola's midriff. Even then, Lola revealed no fear, as a Maid approached to offer her a drink. Caught between debatably the most dangerous thighs in the LAW from a woman who is obsessed with squeezing the near life out of her foes, and Lola just up and slides herself between them. It was impressive to say the least, courageous, but Sophia was too angered to pay it the respect it deserved, The Baroness smiled darkly, eyeing Sophia up and down with a darkness present, whilst her legs tucked deeper around Lola, pulling her closer as she slid an arm over her shoulder. Despite her ankles gently locking together, there was no real pressure save for a reassuring squeeze against Lola's midriff, more of a loving kind which Sophia did not think Baroness was even capable of.

"But of course she does.I trained her myself to set an impeccable standard. Her goal is to make sure my Maids are capable. She does her best, but alas, she is not me. It is a shame I exist upon a higher standard that is not easily matched, but I did the best I could with her despite her limitations. She suffices for now, until I find someone better." The Baroness sang out in that near erotic tone. There was something unique about the way in which she spoke, it was certainly alluring and sweet upon the ears. It was a shame such a beautiful and exotic tone belonged to something so dangerous and cunning. It was easy to see why so many fell under her spell, yet Lola herself seemed to be immune to the desires, positioning herself as an equal rather than a subject such as Kaylah. It was a dangerous game for Lola to play, but she was playing it at a masters level given she sat between the legs of a woman who could just as easily break her with them.

Baroness whispered a few words in that alluring tone in her own dialect before leaning closer to Lola, letting one of her fingers trace down her midriff.
"Say... You make an excellent query. Is Kaylah as impressive as this... friend of yours? She looks as dangerous as a Wolf." The Baroness declared, her eyes widening in frightening fashion for a brief second when she mentioned the animal, all but confirming Sophia's fears. The Baroness knew exactly who she was... there was no way Lola had not told her. She wanted to speak, but there were so many unknowns present. The marred but beautiful German had masked her scar well, her appearance was altered enough that no one would suspect who she was.. she said no words because she was aware her unique blend of English and German within her accent would all but give the game away. Her hands balled into fists, trying to shoot a look at Lola.

"Shall we see who is allowed to remain at this here party? I will wager Kaylah against your pretty friend over there in the oil wrestling ring. Submission or pass out only. Whoever wins claims the other's mask... those without a mask are not allowed to remain in the masquerade. We can even spice it up a little, make a wager amongst ourselves over the display." The Baroness whispered, giving Lola a playful squeeze between those deadly thighs as she shot her a devious yet playful expression, taking a modest sip of some unknown cocktail of bright yellow. Sophia looked to Lola, trying to give a pleading impression. She wanted no part of this... the risk of revealing herself was significant against someone like Kaylah. Sophia's experience in oil wrestling is diabolical.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola wasn’t so stupid as to not be aware of the danger she was putting herself in by willingly approaching the Baroness and taking a seat between her legs. This wasn’t like stepping into the lion’s den, no - this was putting your head into the lion’s maw and daring him to bite. A risk that few sane people would take, and she could tell that from the confused but quiet gazes the maids cast her way, as if they were watching something they couldn't comprehend.

Lola had no fear. Or, she simply couldn't be bothered to have any. She prided herself in being able to read people, and she had been around the Baroness enough to get a general understanding of how the woman worked. If she wanted to crush her with those thighs of hers, she would be doing precisely that, and this conversation would be markedly less cordial. But she was keeping those urges reigned in. For the time being, at least, no doubt thanks to the many distractions at hand. Lola was safe.

Instead of worrying about that, she focused on more intriguing things, like the woman's identity in the ring. While she had only just seen this woman in action, she was impressive so far - a solid build, a focused face, merciless in her execution. It was a little surprising that Stephanie was considering upgrading, but perhaps she knew things that Lola didn’t. It was not her place to judge.

Speaking of people in their proper place…

Lola had casually slid her hands along the Baroness’ thigh, admiring the steel within the silk, when the woman said she knew who Sophia was. She didn’t bother to look the German’s way, but she could almost feel the heat from the glare being cast her way as if she should’ve cared about such things. The blonde was hers, after all. She might loan her out if she saw fit, but the Baroness knew better than to take her without permission.

Besides, she had a much more interesting idea in mind, one that brought out the most devilish of smiles from Lola. She had watched many of Sophia’s matches since she took possession of her, and knew well how lethal the woman was. While the Baroness’ champion looked like nothing to mess with, she knew where the safe money was.

”An excellent idea.” She finally looked back to Sophia and saw those pleading eyes, silently begging not to be forced into this. Good. Lola needed to crack the whip every now and then, remind her who held the power in this relationship.

She didn’t say anything - instead, she held up her hand and lightly gestured towards the ring with a silent command, where Kaylah stood and looked their way with an unwavering menace. Though Lola couldn't help but notice that the woman staring at her more than anything. No idea what that was about.

[thesteedman]

Sophia had quietly been hoping the Baroness would take advantage of the current position of Lola between her thighs. Inflict a taste of her own medicine against 'The Body' as it were. For certain, Baroness had a grip upon her that was no doubt firm and perhaps tight, but there was no evidence of a squeeze, with Baroness' long and dangerous legs showing no signs of tension or Lola herself revealing any indication she was in discomfort or peril. Rather, it seemed she was at home almost, settling in with the Baroness as if the two were lovers sharing a cuddle as they watched the entertainment of tonight. The two of them getting along in a manner that could only spell doom for the alluring German as she was sighted to be said entertainment... Her look of desperation warranted no mercy from Lola who motioned for her to get into the ring with Kaylah.

Sophia felt her heart sink, turning towards the circular makeshift arena, its ground a sheen of oils whilst Kaylah remained on her knees, stoic, with eyes staring, holding a malice within them. However, that malice did not seem to be aimed towards Sophia herself, but towards the woman that set between the thighs of her mistress... curious.

Sophia took a deep breath, part of her wondering if perhaps now was the time to bring an end to all of this. She could always rip off the mask and say no, she could walk away from this with some measure of pride left. Doing that though, and no doubt Lola would unleash that video to the world. Sophia's reputation would be decimated overnight, her attempts at being a heroine to the eyes of her fans brought low in an instant. Sophia could live with that at least, she could rebuild her reputation over time... what Sophia could not stand the notion of, was if Katherine witnessed the video and thought the absolute worst. She would lose her girlfriend, be left distraught and devastated, unable to explain what had happened. The implication of the video was simply too much to make go away.

It was that thought alone that had Sophia stepping into the ring. She nearly slipped the moment her bare foot touched the slippery surface, forcing her into a low crouch as she slid into the ring, awkwardly managing to get closer to its centre. Naturally Sophia looked out of place and uncomfortable with this, the oils already lashing over her legs and arms, building an alluring glisten as her shawl became doused in the oils. Her heart was racing in her chest, as she gazed upon the masked Kaylah who remained statuesque in position. It was clear the woman had been dominating in this oil ring, her well defined form not even tested with sweat, her body glistening only from the oils she had been rolling in.

In one on one combat, Sophia did not doubt her abilities. Having brought down heavyweight wrestlers, she was confident she would best Kaylah in most matchups. For certain it would still be a test of her abilities, Sophia had watched Kaylah wrestle and she was most capable in the ring despite what the Baroness had claimed. She was not far behind her mistress when it came to technical wrestling, but Sophia was confident she would struggle against her own dangerous striking game and monstrous grappling. That was in a one on one match of course, and this was anything but. Here, Kaylah surely had the advantage, she knew the oils, she could work with them and use them. Sophia already witnessed her squeezing the near life out of a fellow Maid. To achieve such a grip whilst basked in a substance as slippery as this Oil took impressive strength and amazing technique.

This was not going to be easy, and the risk was grand... if Sophia was revealed here, it was over. There was barely time to strategise or think, when the Baroness smiled and gave Lola a playful squeeze between her thighs, tracing her hands over her cheek.
"Would you like to do the honours?..." Baroness whispered in her ear, looking to have Lola declare the beginning of this exhibition.

[BlackAkuma]

Kaylah hated this. All of it.

She did not mind performing for her mistress, of course - in private. She had often been asked to make a show of dominating the other maids, and it was the Baroness’ occasional delight to watch her training sessions. She would frequently see her from the balcony, looking down as she crushed her trainees and put them through their paces, and she took great pride in pleasing her mistress in such ways.

But these people, this crowd, were a wholly different affair. While she was happy that the Baroness enjoyed this kind of revelry, she loathed putting on a show for these empty-headed socialites, these giggling debutants. They were unworthy of her time, and certainly of the Baroness’. Their presence was irksome enough, but having to sit and watch as they sought her mistress’ time and sat near her…

And that woman in particular…Lola. Kaylah had seen her around lately, a woman who had caught the Baroness’ attention. She knew little of her and even less of why her mistress cared to have her around, but seeing her up there, taking a spot that she should’ve had between the legs of the greatest woman she had ever known, brought her blood to a boil - so much so that she scarcely even noticed the woman approaching until she was slipping her way into the ring.

An opponent? Good. She had quite a bit of frustration to work out. She was formidable from the looks of things, with a fit and toned body, but she was unused to stepping the oils - not that such skills were common, mind you, but it would make her easy prey.

From the Baroness’ couch, Lola looked on with a devilish smirk, watching as Sophia made her way into the oil, moving like a newborn fawn. So cute, so innocent. It was almost impossible to believe that this woman could beat up nearly everyone in this room in a one-on-one fight. Some of them two-on-one. A few even three-on-one.

Was Kaylah in that number? She had no clue, but she was eager to find out. At the Baroness’ insistence, Lola took out a handkerchief from her purse and let it fall, signaling the match to begin. After giving her a final, hateful look, the head maid began to circle the oil ring, prowling like a jungle cat, ready to pounce.

From her seat, Lola snuggled in and prepared to enjoy the show, as one of the maids handed her handkerchief back. God, she could get used to having servants. ”So. Curious.” She gazed at Stephanie with a side-eye. ”Is there any particular reason your head maid keeps meanmugging me? I’m not unused to that glare directed my way, but I generally have to do something, first.”

[thesteedman]

"Heh. I am surprised you have to ask." Stephanie managed to giggle in an oddly sly yet captivating fashion. She wrapped her legs just a little tighter around Lola's core, enjoying the feel of her intoxicating form between her thighs, enjoying the feel of her flesh against her own as she rubbed one thigh up and down her lower stomach, enjoying the shape of her recently acquired friend. It would have been so easy to just press her legs in, watch the beauty writhe and gasp... but she had more respect than that for Lola. Perhaps one day soon she would invite her into her quarters to satisfy that curiosity, but for now she stayed her hand... or legs as it where in this case. She was content just to have her legs around something stunning and beautiful, and Lola's body was perfect right now. Plus she desired to keep the trust of one so resourceful and cunning, who also seemed to share some interests as herself.

Looking upon Kaylah with a keen eye, she waited until the Maid's attention was upon Lola's 'guest' before she would risk talking of her.
"You are not the only one who holds desire to play games. Perhaps my greatest lies within that ring of oil, about to engage with your personal 'friend'. She possesses a loyalty like no other... which I believe resides within her heart. Obsession is perhaps a better way to describe it. She is infatuated with me, which makes her over protective. She wants nothing more than to be sitting where you are right now... to see you instead? That makes you a threat to her." Baroness whispered into Lola's ear, giving a little giggle before she took an elegant sip of her drink.

"Perhaps it is cruel of me to take advantage of such loyalty... No one is more deserving of my attention than she given all she does in the name of the Baroness... but I keep her at arm’s length. That is my game... I'm sure it is one you have played many times. I tease her with whispers of ascension... sometimes I let my leg brush against her... all teases of rewards she so desires. I let her fingers brush against them... before I gently take them away from her just as Kaylah thinks she is within reach. It has been most fun to watch her despair, to witness that unique kind torture. I find more enjoyment in breaking foes between my legs, but... breaking someone psychologically certainly has its place. For certain one day I will have to relent and finally give her what she desires most... she has earned it long ago, but for now... the game continues so long as I still find amusement in it." The Baroness explained with a sinister smile, dripping with devious intent.
"Would you like another drink?"

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Sophia heard the laughter when her foot slip from below her. She dropped down hard and with little grace, focused more on protecting her identity than her now oil covered form. She adjusted her mask to make sure it covered enough of her angelic features, not wanting to be known when so many of LAW's elite were here and watching. Unfortunately it left her open for attack by the dangerous Maid. She was well adapted to the oils, moving as if they were a part of her by extension unlike Sophia who found it a significant hindrance. The woman slid towards her, looking to take advantage of the swift misstep by the German wrestler. Sophia grimaced, shifting her body quickly into a more defensive position. The rules had been declared to her before this all began... with no strikes allowed, once more hampering Sophia whose deadliest weapon was her kicks and strikes.

Though no able to strike, she could still use her body as a weapon. Despite the oils, experience was still something she possessed, and with a quick flick of her legs, Sophia attempted to tangle Kaylah's own, looking to try and trip her up and ground her. Sophia was very fortunate to be skilled in grappling and holds, she just hoped it would be enough to counter Kaylah who also seemed to specialise in such a field.. along with her experience oil wrestling as both scantily clad women were now in close proximity and glistening in the low light.

[BlackAkuma]

Though it was difficult, Kaylah managed to bring her focus away from the upstart who’d stolen her mistress’ attention and put it where it needed to be for the moment. Namely, with the strange woman she was tangling with. Though she knew nothing about the blonde interloper, she could surmise a few things just from watching her. She had the body of a fighter, fit and toned, well-balanced. Judging from her stance, she was no stranger to grappling - perhaps a wrestler? There was something eerily familiar about her stance, though she couldn't quite put a finger on it.

It was also abundantly clear that she was not accustomed to wrestling in oil. Granted, few were, but she seemed incredibly clumsy, stumbling over herself before she got her act together. It was almost enough to bring a smile to Kaylah’s face. It didn't, but almost.

To the woman’s credit, she wasn’t deterred from attacking, moving in quickly and tangling their legs, which caught Kaylah off guard and brought her to her knees. But she was far from helpless, and reached out to wrap her arm around her opponent’s head as she went down, trying to snag it with a with a tight side headlock and maintain control.

An impressive bit of maneuvering. Lola was undoubtedly impressed and glad that she didn’t have to mix it up with such a beast herself. No, she was perfectly happy to watch from a distance as Sophia dealt with her, listening as Stephanie regaled her with the maid’s tale. What an interesting one it was, too. While Lola knew the Baroness was a sadist with a penchant for crushing her victims, she hadn't imagined she would go to such lengths to break someone down emotionally, as well. It truly had to be applauded.

”You’re adept at playing the long game. I approve.” She raised her nearly empty glass for a toast, then took a sip to empty it all the way. ”But be careful. You can only tease a dog so long before it bites back.”

She threw the woman a knowing, dangerous smile, a flash, then brought her attention to the glass. ”Yes, I could. Though.” She handed the glass off to one of the maids, then reached around to run an idle hand over the Baroness’ thigh. ”I have other needs to satisfy.” Lola gave her own legs a meaty slap and flexed them, showing off her own power. ”Could I borrow one of your servants? Just for a while.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia was trying to adapt swiftly to the oils, but her inexperience was showing. Despite starting off well, Kaylah knew this form of battleground all too well. She manipulated her own fall to get in close with Sophia, their scantily clad forms getting into contact. It was only thanks to 'special' sparring with Katherine Hart that Sophia did not fall apart as she was known to in such situations. She was a wrestler, through and through. She had no interest in bikini matches or oil wrestling, and the notion of it in the past would have put her in a downward spiral of humiliation and despair. That had changed... at least somewhat. For certain Sophia was still in a very undesirable position, feeling Kaylah's body press up against her own, her chest mushrooming against her body whilst her core slid against her own. It was all very intimate, with the oils lathering their forms, making Kaylah almost move as smoothly as a serpent.

Sophia hated it already, but her will remained intact whereas a few months ago her resolve would have begun to shatter at the foundations. She grimaced, feeling Kaylah go for a headlock against her. Already overprotective of the mask shielding her identity, Sophia was quick to angle herself and move, looking to avoid the submission hold and deny Kaylah such leverage. It came at cost however, Sophia lost what stabilised ground she had. Her legs slipping from under her in a manner she was not ready for, all but releasing Kaylah's own legs before ending up on her back once more. Cursing herself mentally, Sophia tried to shift herself back to her knees, hoping it was not too late to take a defensive position, all too aware her more experienced foe in the oils would take advantage.

By now the Baroness' eyes were upon the two duelling beauties. Gazing upon Sophia's oiled up form and glistening core, she licked her lips hungrily.
"Kaylah would never dare bite... but I do confess, you might have the right of it. She is certainly not beyond barking." The Baroness whispered, leaning back in her chair as her eyes gazed upon the two oiled and exposed forms of her top Maid and a beautiful Stallion that Lola had somehow managed to break in. The Baroness kept her eyes upon the struggle, but her attention was still upon a conversation with a rare friend.
"Oooh? Do you have a Maid in mind? I have many to offer..." The Baroness whispered, suddenly now interested in what Lola had in mind for a servant. The Baroness smiled as she snapped her fingers three times, allowing for three Maid's to all step forwards.

"I can summon more if none of these take your fancy." The Baroness whispered, giving Lola a hard but ultimately playful squeeze between those long and bare legs around her core.

[BlackAkuma]

Kaylah didn’t want to care who her opponent was, but the longer this went on, the more her analytical mind worked to fill in those blanks. At first, she had though the woman was just another party-goer, albeit an oddly muscular one. But the longer this went on, the more she saw some echoes of real talent. She was clearly unused to fighting in such a substance - few were - but she had enough talent in traditional martial arts to handle herself better than most.

Not enough to be an actual threat, Kaylah would wager, but it would mean that she couldn't afford to take her foe lightly. She was already showing some teeth, as she wriggled her way out of the headlock. Inexperience worked against her again, but as she flopped away, she slowly rose.

Sensing weakness, Kaylah spun about and pounced, leaping on her foe before she could fully rise. Instead of simply mounting her, she tried to roll around her side, wrap her legs around the blonde’s legs, and pull in deep for a bodyscissor, letting her legs clamp down on the woman’s unworthy midsection.

She wasn’t the only one looking to use her legs in such a manner, either. Lola looked on, excited, unable to contain her slim smile as the Baroness presented three delectable bodies, each of them firm and fit, a must for their proclivities. She rubbed her chin, deliberating for a moment, before her eyes settled on the tallest among them, a fairly buff beauty with tanned skin.

”You.” She pointed at the woman, opened her legs, and gave her thigh a pat. ”Here.”