The Masquerade

[thesteedman]

When Kaylah's legs entwined around her own, Sophia knew she was in trouble, gasping quietly as she was pulled deeper into the oiled arena and up close with the Head Maid of the Baroness' establishment. The difference in experience was evident at instant. In a ring, Sophia would have been able to better defend herself, shift her legs up to block and begin work to counter... in this oil though, her attempts to block a bodyscissor attempt was futile. The oils against her flesh meant that Kaylah could slide her legs with no real resistence. The watching crowds gasped out loud, as a loud clap sounded out when Kaylah's ankles slapped together, whilst a brutal clop rang out when thighs closed in against Sophia's lower stomach and back. She groaned out, the pressure inflicting instant pain, making Sophia arch involentarily as her back cricked and her midriff began to strain.

She gripped at Kaylah's legs instinctively, with pain taking over from rational thought. She tried to push against the vice like grip, biting on her lower lip as the pressure continued to build upon her lower core, but the oils made her grip slip, allowing Kaylah to adjust and sink in her grasp deeper against that well trained core. Her toes curled as she tried to posture onto her knees, looking to gain leverage. Striking was no allowed, which made this hold a significant problem for her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as breathing became more difficult, before Sophia tried to twist her form, looking to throw Kaylah around and attempt to put her on her stomach. She would not be free of her legs... but perhaps she could convert her own predicament into a potential counter... her intent to reposition and begin bending Kaylah if all went to plan.

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The Baroness leaned back with a smile. Kaylah always knew what she desired most, and right now her Head Maid was not disapointing. Already the Baroness felt a heat within her rise, making her fan her own chest a little. With Lola between her own legs, the temptation to clamp down and squeeze certainly lingered... but she had a scrap of honour more than that. Still... she liked what she saw, perhaps almost becoming jealous of Kaylah to have such a woman between her thighs. The Baroness whispered sweet nothings to herself upon the sight in French, before taking a deep breath to try and calm herself.

Her legs slowly yet alluringly moved in a careful fashion, unwinding from Lola to give her the space she desired. It was there the unfortunate Maid in her presence amongst the free slowly approached. For all their training, the Maids were never able to hide their fear. The two unchosen Maids noticably relaxed their forms, whilst the chosen and masked Maid, the tallest and most well built began to approach. Her breathing increased a little, as she slowly began to approach the deadly trap waiting for her willingly.

"Do be at least a little gentle with her. She is a good Maid. I do not want her off for too long." Baroness whispered playfully into Lola's ear as the Maid lowered herself towards Lola, settling upon her knees, knowing she was at her mercy.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola’s attention was divided, only for a moment, when she heard the loud clap of flesh coming from the ring, and she looked over to see that Sophia was in some dire straits. While she would rate her own legs as stronger, there was no denying that Kaylah had an impressive set as well, toned and honed and cut like granite. She would have to ask her little mosca’s opinion once the match was finished to determine if she found these thighs more painful.

Assuming she was still awake afterward, of course.

For now, she refocused on the gift being given to her, as one of the maids made their way over and fell into her grasp. Lola enjoyed a deep, rumbling chuckle at the Baroness’ request, though she had every intention of following it - it would do for her to damage one of her new friend's lovely toys. No more so than her host would, at least.

”Easy. Easy.” She ushered the woman in, pulled her close, and wrapped her thighs around her waist. She didn’t apply full pressure at first - not even close - just enough to keep her firmly locked in place. Not that there was any chance she could escape, but she wanted to make sure the maid was fully aware. She softly cupped her chin and looked in her eyes, examining her with tender care, like a mother with her precious child. ”What’s your name?”

As Lola grew comfortable with her future victim, Kaylah stole a glance her way, frowning at the sight. She wouldn’t begrudge the Baroness’ tendencies, but she wished she wouldn’t let a guest had such sway over the maids. The responsibilities fell on her to keep them in shape, and while she had no qualms doing so, she did so for her mistress’ benefit, and occasionally Naga’s. Lola hadn't earned the privilege.

She took these frustrations out on the woman between her legs, giving her a punishing pulse of her thighs as she continued to writhe around. Unlike her mistress, she took little pleasure from crushing women in her thighs, purely seeing it as a means to an end, and an effective one at that. Her body tensed, her muscles swelled, and the space between her legs grew smaller and smaller, at her foe’s expense.

Whoever this woman was, she wasn’t unused to being in such predicaments - she wasn’t panicking nearly as much as Kaylah expected. Instead, she thrashed about, and while it was easy to write such things off as futile flurries, they bore fruits quickly enough when the Iron Maid was forced on her stomach, needing to hold the submission move at a poor angle. With an annoyed grunt, she unclasped her legs and slid off, but if the woman thought her suffering was over, she would be swiftly proven wrong - Kalyah spun about, surged forth with open arms, and tried to wrap them around her foe’s waist before she could get away, hoping to lock her down with a bearhug.

[thesteedman]

"My name is Melissa madam..." The selected Maid spoke. She tried to carry some form of command within her tone, but her voice broke off a little, no doubt becoming very nervous in the presence of her Mistress' honoured guest, especially when she found her bare midriff being almost delicately placed between Lola's bare thighs, feeling her ankles lock to secure her in a deep scissor. There was pressure already, but Lola was not applying it, it just came naturally from such a strong grip, making Melissa wince just slightly. She tried to remain firm, fighting a gasp of surprise when Lola cupped her cheek. She was on her knees in front of her, unsure where to place her hands, unaware if she even had permission to try and place them upon Lola.

The Baroness was at a small amount of loss of where to focus her attention. Lola had a way in which she communicated with the Maid that had her interest, but it was difficult to peel her eyes from Kaylah who was applying quite the squeeze upon Lola's own honoured guest. She was eager to see what Lola did, whether she would simply tease the Maid, keep the threat going... or if she would eventually lock those thighs in tighter against the well sculpted midriff of the Maid trapped between them. She wondered if she did this kind of thing to her honoured guest in the oil ring... licking her lips at the prospect of perhaps witnessing it all for herself.

Meanwhile Sophia was finding herself in increasing trouble. By now she had managed to figure out Kaylah's tactics, but with her lack of experience in the oil wrestling ring, she could do little to stop her. She moaned out loud as Kaylah's arms snapped around her lower back, bringing her bare midriff to bear against Kaylah's own in a tight bearhug. Sophia's toes curled as her head whipped back, instinctively pushing against those arms. With the oils came no leverage at all, and breathing was fast becoming difficult as Kaylah pressed close, her abs fighting her own. Given the audience, Kaylah was focusing on squeezes, no doubt determined to use scissors and bearhugs only to appease her Mistress... It was becoming increasingly difficult to counter, even knowing her game plan...

Sophia had noticed something else though. At first she thought nothing of it, but Sophia always took silent notes during a fight, looking for weakness, for an opening. Kaylah glanced at the Baroness during their tussle once before, and now had again, meaning there was something there... something Sophia could use. Despite being breathless, Sophia was still able to use her sharp mind, aware that Lola was sitting next to Baroness... it was bothering Kaylah...
"They are awfully close, do you not think?! Makes you wonder does it not?" Sophia whispered, up close and personal with Kaylah. If she could not out wrestle her in the oils... she could certainly play some mind games, keep her distracted... force an opening.

[BlackAkuma]

Melissa. Such a pretty name.

Lola truly envied the Baroness, having such lovely things at her disposal at any given time of day. It was the sort of rich fantasy she hadn't dared dream of when she was young, back with a family that could scarcely afford the food on their table. They’d deserved more. She’d deserved more. Now, here, in the Baroness’ presence, she finally found some semblance of the life that had always been out of reach.

It was intoxicating. Lola quivered as Melissa shuddered in her grasp, anticipating the pain that was to come. It would be so easy to snap her in half, it wouldn’t even take a moment, but she fought the urge. She wanted to play with her food, and the sudden screaming would likely put a damper on the proceedings.

Lola cast a quick glance to the ring, watching as Sophia and Kaylah continued their little tussle, then brought her attention back to Melissa. She clasped her ankles and began to apply pressure. Not much to start. 20%? That would do. Enough to make the ribs hurt and make breathing difficult, but not impossible. ”Tell me. Melissa.” She moved in close, almost as if she were going for a kiss, but brought her lips to the woman’s ear instead and whispered. ”Has Stephanie ever held you like this? Has she ever had you between her thighs?”

From the ring, Kaylah cast a quick glance over at the Baroness, watching as the woman brought Melissa - one of her more promising recruits - between her legs, and she fought the urge to direct her attention their way. For now, her focus needed to be on her opponent, the irritating little blonde she was crushing between her arms. She suspected the woman would be finished soon - while she was no Dominique, her bearhugs were far from substandard.

The little mouse’s squeaks were becoming irritating, however, especially when she blurted out something clearly meant to annoy Kaylah. She glared back at her masked foe, seeing through the petty attempt. For that insult, her foe had earned something extra.

”Shut. Up.” Kaylah planted one foot on the mat, stood up, then whipped around, lifted her opponent and hurled her away with a mighty jerk, sending her fly across the ring for a rough landing on her back.

[thesteedman]

Melissa tried her best to endure. Sat as she was, Lola had the perfect leverage with Melissa upon her knees before her, her bare legs crossing over her lower stomach and spine. Those same legs tensed up, ankles crossing to lock in a scissor. Melissa was very aware this was far from what Lola was capable of, but already her stomach was beginning to strain, whilst she had to fight a groan from slipping from her lips. She pressed her hands against those powerful legs, placing a firm grip but not daring to push, all too aware that such a notion might have offended the Baroness' honoured guest. Her chest heaved just a little, when Lola continued her little game... her words like silk, her tone soft as a whisper as if nothing was amiss with this present situation.

"Y... yes Madam. I have had the honour of it." Melissa spoke, with a noticeable hint of strain to her words. Her breathing rate increased slightly, her well defined midriff beginning to tense a little more as she tried to endure the pressure upon her. The Baroness herself smiled, Melissa was a good worker. Currently she was saying all the right things, and the Baroness once more found herself torn of what should command her attention. Watching as Kaylah shoved the 'mystery' guest from her grasp soon dictated her eyes to Lola. She managed a pleasant sigh, gazing upon how well Lola had her legs synched in against the tantalising core of one of her more esteemed Maids. Taking an elegant sip of her wine, she leaned back to watch more.

Sophia grunted as she was hurled, her opponent revealing she was more than just a submission specialist, but possessing good strength as well. It was to be expected from the Head Maid of the Baroness' establishment... but as hard as she crashed down against the oils and slid to the side, it was better than remaining trapped in her oppressing embrace. Grimacing quietly, Sophia was aware her words carried success. The anger was clear in Kaylah, but it was directed elsewhere rather than her own person. Risking a glance, Sophia gazed towards Lola, seeing that some poor other Maid had been subjected to those deadly legs of hers... and quite clearly, it was gaining the attention of the Baroness herself.

"It appears you are losing her interest Kaylah." Sophia whispered, managing to slide a little more upright, upon her own knees as she made some effort to stabilise herself. More mind games... no doubt Kaylah was onto the tactic, but it was one thing to know what Sophia was doing, and another to ignore it. The basic retort told Sophia all she needed to know, and now she was goading Kaylah to come at her... If she hoped to please the Baroness, no doubt Kaylah would try for another constricting hold... but Sophia would look to counter with one of her own if Kaylah took the bait. Ready to push against the side and avoid a lunge... if all went well, Sophia would be able to wrap up Kaylah instead of the other way around.

[BlackAkuma]

When Melissa told Lola that she had already enjoyed the Baroness’ company, she was of two minds on whether or not that was a positive or a negative. On the one hand, she liked it when her toys weren’t broken in, when she got them new and fresh. That hadn't been the case with Sophia, of course, she had been crushed a few times before Lola had gotten to play with her, but she liked to think their time together was a good deal more intimate than anything she’d gone through before.

That wouldn’t be the case with Melissa, though, as she had already seen the worst her mistress could offer. It would be hard for Lola to match, at least with limited time. But she had ideas.

For a moment, however, she was taken away from her pleasures as she brought her attention back to the ring, watching as Sophia was sent soaring by the towering maid. She wasn’t sure why, exactly, but Kaylah seemed particularly perturbed as she advanced on the German, stalking her with tight fists and a grim visage. She looked as if she might throw a punch, rules be damned, but that would’ve been against her the rules. Instead, she threw the next best thing: her entire body.

With a sudden burst of speed, Kaylah leaped and lunged with arms wide open, falling on Sophia on high, a move that would’ve flattened many women - but not this one. She fell back as the maid flew, the two of them tumbled, and Kaylah was the worse for wear when she came out of it - Sophia’s legs had found their way around her body, and it was the maid’s turn to suffer.

The crowd applauded and Lola even patted her hand a few times, too, glad to see the woman hadn't lost all of her bite. Good to know. With a smack of her lips, she turned her gaze back to the withering Melissa, with an apologetic, innocent pout. ”That’s good to know. I’m curious.” Her legs began to harden, up the ante to 30%. Real pain. ”Did the Baroness squeeze you this hard? Or harder?”

[thesteedman]

By now, Melissa could no longer hide the discomfort she was feeling. A groan slipped from her lips, one she had been fighting against for some time, before she arched instinctively, coming to press her hands against the hardened thighs that began to close in against her lower torso. Her stomach muscles strained, whilst Melissa herself began to gasp a little. Her chest rose and fell deeply, as her body leaned back and her head whipped upwards for a moment. Instantly Lola could see why the Baroness enjoyed the company of this Maid. She was certainly a beauty with a fine form, and already she held significant appeal, the manner in which she squirmed and how her gasps and groans were music to the ears.

"Ugh! Ah... Mistress... Mistress Renaud was... was able to... apply more pressure." Melissa managed through a shaky and breathless voice. No doubt she spoke the truth, especially in the presence of the Baroness herself... but one could not help but wonder if Lola squeezed harder, would she still speak more favourably of her employer?
"Heh. I am not always so brutal on those Maids I bring with me to bed on some nights." The Baroness spoke nonchalantly, watching with a curious expression as Kaylah made such a reckless attack upon Lola's guest of honour. There was a small pause as she finished off her drink, making motion to summon for more wine.
"Perhaps one in... every twenty nights or so, I do not mind something as innocent as a cuddle. I have always slept better with something between my thighs after all." The Baroness lied. It was much more rare that she would simply embrace a Maid without trying to break her body in. A small smile was a tell she was not entirely truthful with her random statistic.

Sophia shouted out as Kaylah came down on her hard, slamming her down against the oils with a splash that coated the two more as they rolled together within the oil filled arena. However, despite being left breathless and taking the brunt of the slam... her plan had come to fruition. It was not her intent to play into the whims of neither the Host of this party, nor that of the devil of a woman who had brought her here... but her legs were locked well around Kaylah's well-oiled core in a deep bodyscissors. With Sophia's legs completely bare and oiled, it made for quite an intoxicating sight when Sophia was positioned up close to her. Wrapping her arms around Kaylah's chest, the German looked to further restrain her, before her ankles slapped together tightly, and her legs were straightened.

"Maybe you can impress your Mistress yet... when you moan your submission to me." Sophia whispered with a hint of spite and malice dripping into her unique tone... It was something she instantly regretted saying, knowing that it came off quite aggressive, making her appear like a villainess... but it had already been done. And now, her thighs closed in like a powerful vice against the lower back and stomach of Kaylah's oiled and exposed core. Sophia's legs trembled a little with tension, as she bit on her lower lip and exerted as much pressure as she could inflict. Where Kaylah had been holding off to appease her Mistress and host, Sophia held no such loyalty... she needed to end this swiftly.

[BlackAkuma]

While Lola enjoyed having a strong body like Sophia’s between her legs, she would be lying if she said there wasn’t some appeal to having someone a bit more pliable to work with. Yes, she had to be more careful not to break a toy like this, but the noises came so much easier, the results were so much quicker, and the panic on her face was genuine. Someone like Sophia would always fight her to some degree, even if she was obedient on the surface. There would always be resistance.

But Melissa was truly at her mercy. She could snap this woman in two in an instant, and they both knew it, and that turned her on to no end.

40%, now, and Lola shifted her legs a bit as she settled into the hold, grinding Melissa’s ribs, chewing on her body, like a dog worrying on a bone. ”Hm. How about now?” She ran her hands through Melissa’s hair, long and lustrous. ”Tell me when I get close. I’d hate to give you more than you can handle.”

She had been so wrapped up in the proceedings that she had momentarily lost sight of the match, but when Lola brought her attention back, she was gifted with a wonderful sight - Sophia, on her back, wrapping her legs around the maid’s body with a punishing bodyscissor. Her legs hardened into marble pillars and dug deep, as Kaylah began to writhe and moan on the canvas, her cries and howl filling the room, much to the crowd’s delight. While Lola had never thought Sophia as weak, she never imagined her power below the would be so effective with such a move. It hardly seemed her style.

And yet, there Kaylah was, trapped like a fly in a web, with only one outcome. She squirmed, she shouted, she bucked, but in the end, there was only one way out.

She tapped.

As the crowd cheered, Lola smiled and brought the pressure up to 50% without thinking, as a devilish idea began to slither its way through her mind. ”Hm. Interesting.”

[thesteedman]

By now, Melissa could no longer hide her anguish. She tried to hold out, she tried to remain steeled, but the pressure was fast becoming too much for her. She gasped out, her abs over straining, before she grunted and pressed against Lola's dangerous legs. By now, she was actively pushing against her, trying to relieve her core of the terrible pressure. Her calmer stance, being crouched down was diminished, becoming a struggle as she writhed and tried to end the pain going on. For certain, Melissa could handle just a little more, but she could no longer mask the pain and discomfort she was in.
"M... Madam... Lola... I... I am at my limit..." Melissa could only confess between strained grunts.

Kaylah's situation almost mirrored Melissa's, except Sophia was not holding back. It almost looked as if Sophia's thighs were touching, such was the vice like grip upon Kaylah's bare core. Sophia looked in full control, her thighs tensing up, her ankles locked with a perfect hold upon Kaylah. Any attempt at movement and she moved with her, angling and controlling before she had Kaylah on her back.
"Do not let your pride lead to further downfall." Sophia warned, all but letting Kaylah know that she was beat, and remaining in this hold would only lead to injury if she did not yield. Though Kaylah held out for a little while, the writing was on the wall. The oils were now working against Kaylah as she could gain no leverage, her bare feet slipping against the surface. Soon... she was tapping out... and Sophia immediately released her, leaving her gasping as the watching guests all cheered in joy to see the undefeated streak of Kaylah finally be ended.

Sophia did not celebrate. She did not even desire to be in this oiled up ring any longer than needed. As she began to try and slide her way towards the nearest edge, she was stopped as the Baroness stood, wearing that dark smile of hers, holding up a hand to stop Sophia.

"Our honoured guest! You cannot leave the ring just yet. As victor, you must claim the mask of the defeated! That was the rule..." The Baroness declared, standing tall whilst Lola continued to scissor her maid. Sophia's face soured below her own mask... she did not wish to humiliate Kaylah, but the Baroness was forcing her hand. Reaching down, Sophia would apologise in a whisper in her native tongue to Kaylah, before she pulled her mask off, revealing her full beauty to the crowd.
"Kaylah... you are aware of the rules of this gathering. No mask, means that your presence is no longer permitted." The Baroness declared, wearing a darker smile in her eye than that spread across her own lips. With that, Kaylah was motioned from the ring by other Maids... somewhat awkwardly given she was higher rank than they were. Sophia herself was left with something of a bad taste in her mouth, seeing Kaylah be humiliated so when she had been the pride of the room just moments before.

She looked to Lola and the Baroness, whilst the Baroness applauded Sophia, prompting everyone else to follow suit. Feeling like Prey in a Predator's den, Sophia was all too aware she had to keep a disguise up to protect her identity. She felt like a fly in a Spider's web, surviving only because she was pretending to be a Spider herself... the only way to keep the facade up was by eating the other flies... The notion of it all disgusted her, as she slowly made her way back to the duo, her mask still on.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd’s cheers were briefly interrupted as Kaylah’s fist slammed into the canvas, hitting with enough force to splash a few of the guests who had come too close. While she typically did an excellent job of keeping her emotions in check, this was one such instance where she couldn't hope to do. Losing would have been bad enough. A rare indignity, but not one that she could claim to have never suffered. But losing in front of the Baroness, and in such a manner, tapping out to this inferior woman…

Ridiculous. And she only had herself to blame, which made it all the more infuriating.

She knew what was coming next, even if the mystery guest didn’t, and the Baroness’ words ensured things would proceed properly. With a huff, Kaylah raised up on her knees and allowed the blond to come over and take her mask off, making her defeat official in humiliating fashion. Worse still were the words that came from her mouth - while she didn’t speak that language, she knew a condescending apology when she heard one.

She stood at the Baroness’ words, though she shrugged off the maids who had come to escort her, glaring at them both and committing their faces to memory. She softened when she turned to Stephanie and bowed her way, a solemn gesture. ”Of course, Baroness. Thank you.”

Kaylah began to leave the ring, only stopping instantly as she passed her former foe. ”I will remember this.” Her words came out as a hiss, an implied threat, and she was gone.

Lola, for her part, watched the whole scene with interest, as Melissa continued to cry and whimper between her legs. When the applause came, she finally gave the tortured maid the time and space she no doubted craved, unclasping her legs and turning to face the beleaguered fighter. If the poor maid though this was the end of her troubles, however, she was about to be sorely mistaken. Emphasis on ‘sorely’.

”Well done. So well done.” She warmly looked Sophia over, with a longing look at her legs, before she turned back to the Baroness. ”Pardon me. Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but I was wondering if you could spare a private room? For all three of us.”

She took Melissa’s hand, squeezing it tightly, possessively. ”I’d like us all to get to know each other a little better.”