The Longest Day [Asp, Naga & Others]

[thesteedman]

Elle had never felt pain like this in her entire life. Though her journey had been a struggle, she had always been quick-witted enough to avoid a real beating. Becoming a maid had been her fresh start for her, a way to earn good money and secure her future. It was a tall order, giving into the Baroness’ demands for a ten year commitment. The pay was excellent, with good vacations and bonuses, but the work was gruelling, often humiliating, and always carried the looming risk of being subjected to the Baroness’ whims. Ending up between those powerful thighs was a fate she had hoped to avoid for as long as possible. Her sister, though more controlled, was just as dangerous. The money was good, but you had to work for it. More importantly, you had to endure.
This was Elle’s first encounter. She had heard the horror stories from other maids, rough sparring, brutal punishments, and, worst of all, being chosen to spend the night with one of the sisters for an embrace that would not be forgotten. But nothing had prepared her for this. This wasn’t what she signed up for. This wasn’t what was promised.

A groan escaped her lips as she clutched her bare stomach with one hand, the other pressing against her lower back to soothe the lingering pain. Her well-trained yet slender form was still reeling from the devastating squeeze, every nerve protesting in agony. Asp’s desperate plea for her to stay down was more than tempting. Every part of her wanted to remain on the mat and let this nightmare end. Even with Naga’s command to rise, the urge to resist was non-existent. Elle had always tried to avoid trouble, yet somehow, trouble always found her.

But Asp was still in Naga’s crushing embrace, still suffering, and Elle was powerless to stop it.She couldn’t accept that.
"I… I'm sorry, Miss El-Shenawy!" Elle whispered breathlessly, pushing herself up on trembling legs, defying the pain searing through her back and core.
"I want to listen to you… I really do… but… my body is moving on its own."Her voice wavered, her eyes fighting against tears of agony and despair. She forced herself forward, fully aware that nothing good would come of this. She wasn’t a hero. There would be no triumphant victory.
But she couldn’t just lie there and let this happen. With a grimace, she tried to pick up her pace, determined to confront Naga, despite knowing how futile it was. Naga’s gaze darkened at the sight, but there was an unseen respect brewing within her, despite what she was going to do for Elle’s defiant last stand. Before Elle could even throw a feeble punch, the giantess twisted her torso, using Asp like a weapon, hurling the Egyptian straight at her. The impact sent both women crashing to the mat, Asp landing hard on top of Elle.

Before either could recover, Naga’s foot came down on Asp’s back, pressing her down, forcing their bodies to grind and mesh together. Elle gasped, struggling to slip free, but she was completely pinned beneath Asp’s weight that was reinforced by Naga’s heel.
"Is this what you wanted, Elle? To be up close and personal with my honored guest? Well you finally received what you so desired!" Naga hissed, her voice dripping with venom. She shifted her weight, pressing down even harder. The unbearable pressure crushed into Asp, who in turn pressed harder against Elle, drawing another desperate gasp from the maid.
There was no escape.

[BlackAkuma]

Elle was not a fighter.

That was an obvious fact Asp could’ve gleaned from a single minute spent with the woman, having sussed her gentle nature from their first encounter, but seeing her now, that fact couldn't have been made any more apparent. Not only was she not naturally aggressive, but she would dare say the woman had never been in a physical altercation in her entire life. She reminded Asp much of herself before she joined LAW, wholly averse to conflict, unsure of what to do in a desperate, violent situation.

She could see it in how she reacted to being slung about by Naga, the way she reacted to all the pain going through her body. This was new to her, and she didn’t know how to cope, too slow and sluggish with her reaction. She needed to stay down. She needed to recoup.

And yet, she still kept rising. Call it defiance, stubbornness, or sheer mania. Whatever the case, she fought past her pain and continued to ascend in Asp’s defense, as if she had any chance to save her, as if she stood the smallest chest against Naga’s oppressive form.

For that bravery, she received a harsh reward. Asp cried out as she was swung about and used as a battering ram, crashing into Elle’s body and coming down on top of her in a heap. She tried to push her way off of the helpless, hapless maid, but she wasn’t able to get anywhere before Naga’s foot crashed into her back.

Having the Frenchwoman’s weight on her spine would’ve been agony enough, but being used as an instrument to crush Elle, who couldn't hope to bear such weight, was far worse. As she writhed beneath the merciless pressure, Asp’s cries filled the air, mixing with Elle’s. ”Naga! Please!” She looked over her shoulder, staring up at the dark woman for even an ounce of mercy. ”Stop!”

[thesteedman]

"You are still trying to tell me what to do. When will you learn that you have no control over me?" Naga spat out, with what almost sounded like a hint of amusement in her tone. She pressed down her heel just a little more, right against the base of Asp's spine where it would cause the most pain to her. Elle gasped and groaned below her, her chest mushrooming against Asp's as she tried to push against her, their bodies pressing together in agonising fashion. Elle was left writhing, with Asp being able to see firsthand that she could not handle this manner of confrontation. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably only one or two minutes before Naga lifted her heel. With both ladies grounded, and left panting, Naga pulled the two of them with frightening ease. Such was her size, in frightful fashion, Naga was able to wrap her legs around both of their bodies... pulling them into a deep bodyscissors as her ankles slapped together.

Both ladies were back to back, flat on their knees before thighs pressed in against both of their exposed midriffs. Elle cried out in agony, her head whipping back over Asp's shoulder as she was instantly crushed. Asp no doubt fared much better... but she was a wrestler, she was trained to an extent and experienced to be subjected to such punishments. Elle weakly pawed and feebly struck at Naga's thigh as she lay back and tightened her grip. There was a twisted look in her eyes, barely visible through the unkempt fringe that hung over them.

"That is enough!" A loud and commanding instruction boomed across the expanse of the Mansion training area. All Maids watching suddenly turned to its origins, shifting aside to give Asp sight of a familiar presence who approached the training ring. Naga snorted, unamused, but her grip loosened after a few seconds, before her legs came away from Asp and Elle's near flattened cores. Elle groaned in near whisper, collapsing to the side as she gripped at her midriff in terrible discomfort. Asp who had been subjected to torture much longer was probably no better. By the time the Baroness was in the ring, Naga had risen to her own feet, a blank look falling over her eyes as she gazed at her smaller but older sister.

"You have no business here Stephanie..." Naga whispered in a low threatening tone.
"No business here?! These are MY Maids?! I made it perfectly clear you were not to interfere with their work unless you had My permission!" The Baroness shouted with a venom and passion Asp was not familiar with. Her eyes were frighteningly wide, her beautiful features twisted with malice. Naga seemed unphased, yet the evidence was there that she respected her sister's words given she was not still crushing Asp and Elle together. The next words between the two of them were in French, the two speaking with increasing venom. It was frightful to see the two sisters bicker, as it felt like the two might clash at any moment. Naga would hiss words in her own dialect... and finally the Baroness was brought to a brief pause... breathing deep as anger filled her. A calm slowly began to manifest in her, and slowly she looked at the collapsed Asp... dare she say it, but she might have witnessed some sorrow within the Baroness.

"Yes... I am aware. That is your right, but the Maid will be left out of it. After this... you will make no demands of me or my Maids until you learn how to correct that decorum that has suddenly become lacking." The Baroness spoke out, motioning for some of the watching Maid's to approach. Two complied, coming to collect Elle who was still whimpering on the ground. She groaned softly as they helped her stand before helping her out. The Baroness took a deep breath, before shaking her head.
"I would have words with you Dominique when Asp has served her time. Until then... do as you so desire. I care not.." The Baroness whispered, before turning with a dismissive waving motion. The Maids began to clear, as the Baroness walked away, slipping from the ring.

Naga herself was still tense. Her breathing was slow, but heavy. When the Maids were out of sight, Naga waited a few seconds before shouting out fiercely. She slammed a fist into the turnbuckle, decimating the padding as it exploded from the impact. Her eyes then turned to Asp...
"Go on Asp... tell me what to do." Naga spoke in a threatening manner, slowly approaching her.

[BlackAkuma]

The longer this torment went on, the more Asp realized that she wasn’t dealing with the same woman she had been speaking most cordially with only a few minutes ago. Back then, Naga had seemed more cultured and urbane - yes, there had been hunger in her voice, and their relationship was clear, but she had felt a certain safety with her, something approaching warmth. She was even far removed from the bestial brute that Asp had faced in the ring. There, the towering titaness had shown some honor, wanting to fight her on even terms.

Here, as she crushed Elle beneath her foot and sought only suffering, Asp felt none of that. There was only anger and destruction, a monster that would maul her without remorse, and for the first time since she’d set foot on the Renaud premises, she felt that she was truly in danger. To say nothing of Elle.

Her worries for the woman only increased when they were pulled upwards and forced between Naga’s massive thighs, quickly encircling their bodies and pressing them together with an unrelenting force. While the woman seemed to prefer using her arms far more than her sister, it was clear that this was less out of necessity and more out of preference. Her legs were either just as strong as the Baroness’ or so close that it made little difference, and it would’ve been bad enough for Asp alone to suffer through their grasp.

But Elle? She was inexperienced with this sort of pain, and she could feel the woman withering behind her, struggling like a fly caught in the web. Her body was breaking, giving way, and it was only a matter of time before something permanent was done. ”I’m not…demanding. I’m begging…please…”

She knew those pleas would fall on deaf ears, but, thankfully, it didn’t matter. Asp gasped at the sound of the Baroness’ voice, as she became perhaps the only person in LAW ever to feel joy at the woman’s sudden approach. The suffering went on for a few more seconds, but then came the relief, as Naga’s legs fell away so she and her sister could lock horns.

Finally, finally, she was able to turn away from her tormentor and bring her attention to Elle, looking over the woman as the sisters had their spat. ”It’s okay. Try to breath, slowly.” She tried to ease the woman’s recovery. While she was in no small amount of pain, it seemed like most of the damage was mental, as she had clearly never suffered in such a way before. The other maids moved in to attend her in short order, giving Asp a tiny sliver of relief. One she was quite grateful for.

A fleeting one. When Naga let out a primal scream and shook the ring with her punch, she knew her suffering was from over. Groaning, she rolled over, rose to her knees, and looked up as her dark hostess closed in. This time, however, she didn’t gaze at her with pleading eyes or even fear - that was gone, replaced with a seething anger to match Naga’s. ”That…” She winched and grasped her midsection, still feeling the pain from those punishing thighs. ”Your sister is right. That was beneath you, Dominique.”

[thesteedman]

Asp was left alone with Naga once more, but the air and ambience had shifted significantly from that meeting at pool side. There had been something of a calmness then, between the illuminated pool and candlelight, the pleasant light bites and the sophisticated wine. With no Maids present, and with the Baroness departed with Elle in tow, there was no soul left in this gym. The only sound came from Asp's heavy breathing as she looked to recover the air which was robbed from her lungs, whilst Naga stood as a presence as always. The fear in Asp had diminished in the wake of the affair, with anger always managing to trump fear. What respect she may have possessed for Naga had been literally crushed by the woman herself when she lashed out at Elle.

Once intimidated, instead a defiance had been born, visible in the piercing gaze Asp locked upon Naga's own eyes which were half concealed by her unkempt fringe. Naga scoffed at this defiance, shaking her head when Asp made her statement, pressing her point.
"Pray tell, what would you know of it? Our meetings have been brief, each time I have made no effort to give you comfort, only to take what I wanted from you. What do you know of what is beneath me?!" Naga spat back, her words still holding an edge of malice. Even so, Asp was a good judge of character, and it would not take much effort for her to sense that there was certainly a small hint of something else in the anger. Could it be regret? Had Asp's words struck something?

"I will gladly allow you to realise what is beneath me... speaking to you." Naga whispered after a brief pause. Something shifted in her own gaze, as that rage began to subside, albeit only slightly. Positioned as she was, Asp was still a stunningly beautiful creature of Naga's desire, clad in little, her skin glistening in the low hanging spotlights of the gym. Approaching, Naga made no effort to hide her intent, reaching down to grasp Asp by her neck with both powerful hands, before hoisting her upwards into her arms once more. With a sharp debilitating squeeze, Naga powered her arms around Asp, looking to leave her winded and hurt... to make it easier to carry her as she shifted her over one of her shoulders as if she was weightless. It was then Naga would take away her prize... the night was still young, and she was yet to take advantage as she looked to carry her across the estate, looking to bring her towards her own quarters.

[BlackAkuma]

A part of Asp - the smart part, if she were honest with herself - was telling her to be quiet and just let this all happen. Stephanie was gone, Naga was in control, and it was clear that the woman’s barbaric side was going to hold sway from this point on. There was precious little that could dissuade her from doing as she wanted with Asp at this point, and anything that the Water Serpent said was more likely than not just going to incense her further and earn punishment. More than she would get by default.

And yet, Asp kept on talking. Her father always said she could be a stubborn child when pushed.

She held her ground, even when Naga thundered down on her with that roaring, threatening voice, casting her shadow across the ring. ”There’s honor in you, Dominic. It was brief, but I saw when we fought.” She grimaced and sucked in another deep breath. ”I know you’re better than this, I know-”

The Water Serpent flopped forward, heaving, breathing heavy as her body caved in. It hardly mattered at this point, since Naga clearly had no interest in words. The only thing she cared about at this point was claiming her prize and taking what was owed, and she wasted little time on that front.

In an instant, Asp found herself wrapped up in Naga’s arms, brought in for another squeeze. Unlike most of the time, however, this was no a protracted, prolonged affair - no, she was brought in for a single, crushing burst of unrelenting force, one that left her squealing as her chest was compressed and her bones cracked. It would’ve knocked the fight out of her and she’d had any there to begin with, and as it was, it left her as an unmoving wreck, limp and lifeless—easy prey for the daunting predator.

Her disheveled body was draped over Naga’s shoulder where she hung with all the enthusiasm of a dishrag, her arm and ponytail swaying back and forth while she brought back into her captress’ lair.

[thesteedman]

It was hard to know exactly how much time had passed since Asp had passed out from the near bone breaking crush she endured within Naga’s arms, but it could not have been too long. When her eyes struggled open, all the ailments and pains remained upon her form, her well trained core being the worst culprit of said complaints. The feeling of wet flesh and sodden clothing had gone, instead replaced with an odd warmth. The light in this grand room was low, dancing on the ceiling, creating an ambience that could be brought on only by candle light.

The surface below her prone form was soft, silk sheets and a mattress of the most exquisite quality no doubt only saved for the most elite or royalty. Though it hurt to move, Asp would find herself slowly arousing from a forced slumber to find herself upon the vast sized bed of Naga’s ornate bedroom. A glisten remained upon her flawless skin, but not from the pool water, but from light oils that clung to her form to give every inch and curve of her intoxicating body a glisten.

Her outfit was mysteriously changed. Her clothing is dry, darker, befitting a belly dancer, yet somehow more revealing than before. Her loin cloth was thin, letting her shapely legs spill out. Her bottoms hung low, leaving all of her exposed core bare. Her top was tube like, barely covering her chest, with underboob visible from what was more strap than top. Her hair was oddly soft instead of damp… Naga had changed her.

“Rise…” Came the familiar and damning voice from the corner of the room. Sitting upon a decorated chair in the corner was Naga… Her attire was similar but now dry, her body also coated in the lightest of oils that made her pale skin shine almost like moonlight. Her own attire though shifted was equally more revealing, her statuesque from a marvel within itself. Her hair hung over her eyes ever so slightly, giving Naga a darker look in the otherwise ambient candle lit room.

“Dance for me…” Naga commanded in a low voice, her dark eyes gazing upon the woman of her deepest desires and machinations.

[BlackAkuma]

For what was the fourth - maybe the fifth - time in a single day, Asp found herself waking up after being knocked out, which had to be something of a world record. Like before, it was hard for her to be sure just how long she’d been out, with her sense of time utterly wrecked, but a quick glance at the window told her it was still night. The same night. It couldn't have been that long.

She didn’t initially move, only stirring a little as she took in her surroundings and registered everything. She was inside, of course, and she found herself in a bedroom from the looks of things - she didn’t need to be a detective to figure out who it belonged to. That raised the question of where her host was, but now, she had a more pressing question - what was she wearing?

She sat up and ran her hands over her body, feeling the clothing before she looked down and saw it. Naga had redressed her, changed her clothing like she was some life-sized doll. Even more distressing were the oils slathered over her body, covering every curve and crevice, leaving her to wonder how much the woman had seen. It was hardly the most comforting thought, and the only thing that took her away from it was her captor’s thick, demanding voice.

She jumped at first, surprised to see her in the darkness, but she soon found some calm. This was hardly the first time this woman had knocked her out, she should be getting used to it by now. What she wasn’t used to, however, was the command from Naga, and her first instinct was to glare at the larger woman, no doubt tempting her wrath. Dancing was a sacred thing for Asp, an art form she had practiced her whole life, and the thought of doing it against her will, solely at another’s whims, was anathema.

…but it was infinitely preferable to being crushed and knocked out again, she supposed. It wasn’t an offer she could refuse if it made the night less painful.

”No,” She slipped off the bed and was quick to add. ”I need music.” She looked around the room, refined as it was, and found a laptop off in the far corner - not the best sound system, but it would suit her purposes. Asp made her way over to it, sifted through the programs, and found the music she needed in short order.

.

Asp breathed deep as the music began, filling the room with a haunting tone. She made her way back to the bed, climbed up on top of it, and stood with her arms raised, holding her hands as she began to move to the music, closing her eyes and getting lost in the rhythm.

[thesteedman]

Much to Asp's surprise, the laptop sound system was not quite as tinny or low quality as she was expecting, only since it seemed to be hooked up to a very subtly hidden sound system in the room. The music that she demanded took an ambience of its own in what had to be an expensive system, as the base was heavy, but not oppressing to the haunting yet mystical choice of song. The manner in which Asp approached the bed was almost a dance in on itself, her motions oddly yet captivatingly smooth. Asp had a way about her that could almost make her ethereal, even when she stepped on the bed, in the low light it appeared she barely made even a crease upon the soft surface with her barefoot, as if she was weightless.

Her balance was absolute, the shifting ground below the soles of her feet doing nothing to impede her stance. Her arms rose with slow elegance, her hair allowed its freedom draping over her angelic features whilst the low light reflected the glisten of her perfect form. Slowly, the beautiful creature of a specimen began to move to the rhythm of the soft almost electronic beat. It was only the beginning of the magic that Asp was capable of, and already Naga was hypnotised by it. The manner in which she carried herself, the smooth motions of her body, the way in which the candle light danced off her intoxicating form. From her bare feet all the way to her silk crimson hair, Asp was flawless in every way.

Naga remained seated in the dark, but her breath caught in her chest as her eyes remained fixated upon the beauty before her. As the music continued, as did Asp, as if she had become one with the song itself, her body moving instinctively to the beat and the rhythm, to the very mood of it. Naga wondered if she had heard this song before, or if it was just a natural talent of Asp that she could feel the music within her movements and her dancing. Naga bit upon her lower lip, watching as Asp's core began to contort slowly, her stomach muscles going to work in firm but alluring motion. It was not just her midriff that caught Naga's attention, but the manner in which her feet moved with deftness on the bed, creating barely a crease on the silk sheets, or how her barely covered chest shifted and lightly danced with the movements.

Her face was always a picture of art, and it was in dancing that Naga could really witness Asp's passion. Even with her world closing in all around her in this dire situation the Renaud sister had forced upon her... Music was her escape from it all, her sanctuary. She was in her natural state, her protective habitat when she could dance. It was sacred to Asp...

As brutal as Naga could be, as angered as she was tonight with how the events played out, as much as she wanted to take Asp here and now whilst she performed her magic upon her bed... one thing she would not taint was this dance. She would allow Asp this moment and this song; it was not her place to ruin such an enchanting moment of bliss...

[BlackAkuma]

Asp was under no delusions as to where this was going. While she had no doubts that Naga would enjoy this dance and take absolute pleasure from it, it would be, at best, a temporary fixation for her. If she were the sort of person who could simply sit and watch the object of her desire, than neither of them would be in this position.

If one thing had been made clear tonight, it was that Naga was a woman ruled by her passions, perhaps even more so than her sister. Once this song ended, those desires would get the better of her, and then…

Will we feel the same?
Caught between the sheets…
Time is time again…
Ghost…

No. She pushed those thoughts away and lost herself in the moment, closing her eyes as she twisted and turned, the music taking her away. She found her footing on the bed, gliding over the sheets. At times, she would come close to the edge, but she never fell off, having memorized the space around her without even thinking about it. To an untrained eye, it would’ve seemed as if she had this whole routine rehearsed, which she did in a way - it was a mix of so many routines, cobbled together on a whim.

Every step was focused, every movement was swift. Her body undulated, as she commanded her every muscle to move in tandem, showing total control of her body. She could feel Naga’s eyes on her the whole time, and she could only imagine what fires she was stoking in her captor, but she pushed those worries aside. This was her dance. Her time.

As the music began to fade, Asp dropped to her knees and arched her back, putting the stomach that Naga seemed to desire most on full display - every taut, glistening inch of it. She stretched back, so far that the back of her neck almost touched her toes, then flung her forward, her face pressed to the sheets with her arms stretched out, an act of total supplication.

Anodyne, distortion has brought us back together
Operation Overlife, guide us away…