Diamond Moon - Swimsuit Promo Match

[3ho]

Jun was trying to reasonable, at least, she saw it that way. The hysterics of her embarrassed frustration aside, it was perfectly okay to ask “What is wrong with you?” after getting knocked out twice and awakening both times in increasingly humiliating positions.

In fact, a shove and callout was Jun restraining herself. Not because she was scared, surely not that reason she’d claim. Though with how dismissive Avery was about it, Jun did feel that particular word sink in. Futile. Was she really not cut out for this?

“I..”

Jun opened her mouth to retort but found her mind seizing up at trying to salvage her pride. What was she going to do to Avery? Beat her up? It was hard to picture that after being a lawn chair, but there was no way Jun was going to let Avery push her around…. Right?

Her shaken confidence had kept her from acting, distracted her even as Avery’s noose closed in. Quite literally in fact as the cord leapt from Avery’s shoulder and wrapped around the back of Jun’s neck, pulling her in suddenly!

Jun’s softer form bounced into Avery’s firm stance.

“Mnph…”

The idol grunted upon impact. Her hands instinctively, more a reaction to the sudden movement, lifted and palmed the front of Avery’s hips threatening to try and push the blonde. A flimsy barrier as their midsections pressed together. Jun’s legs tangled with Avery’s as she took a staggering step to try and lean away.

“What are you doing?”

Jun hissed in a low volume, matching Avery’s murmur. The idol’s cheeks burned red hot, and at this range could be seen even through the light blush she had on. The heat of the day had brought them both to light sheen, skin moistened that made all the little movements in their breaths and Jun’s adjustment to try and lean way seamless.

Yet she couldn’t put any distance from Avery’s face. She was glaring and meeting the blonde’s gaze at first, defiant and resilient against her rival but the idol would break first. The image of them embraced together like this dawning on her made her blush harder.

“Tch!”

Jun sounded in reply as she hastily averted her gaze, turning her head to the side.

[RockRye]

Avery grinned wickedly as she felt Jun’s smaller frame squirm against her without an inch of space to spare thanks to the cord. The flustered look in Jun’s eyes and the rosy flush creeping across her cheeks were nothing short of delicious to Avery, and she basked in it, drinking in every moment as if it were a fine vintage. And she would never tell the idol as much with any degree of honesty in her voice, but she was beautiful.

Jun’s hands found Avery’s hips, pressing against them with a frantic energy, clearly trying to create some space between them. But Avery only chuckled, her voice low and dripping with amusement. “What are you doing, Junie?” she teased, tilting her head with mock innocence as she repeated the question. She let the moment linger, savoring the sight of Jun’s internal struggle. “If you want to touch me, all you have to do is ask… though, fair warning, you’ll have to suffer for it.”

Jun’s reaction was priceless. Her blush deepened to an almost alarming crimson, and her gaze darted away as if looking anywhere else might save her from further humiliation. But Avery wasn’t about to let her escape so easily. With a swift, almost predatory motion, she squeezed Jun's cheeks between her fingers and thumb, forcing her to look up. Avery’s grip was firm, commanding, leaving no room for resistance.

“Eyes on me,” Avery demanded, her voice now tinged with a sharper edge. Before Jun could protest, Avery closed the gap between them, crushing her lips against Jun’s in a kiss that was raw, aggressive, and utterly devoid of affection.

[3ho]

Jun kept her head tilted away as she stammered out her reply in a hush. Keeping their moment intimate between them though more out of preventing the nearby staff from trying to pay them any mind than anything else.

“That’s not what I-m uulm!!”

Jun started but found her cheeks seized by Avery’s fingers. Her head being turned back to face her rival. Defiance and anger shown through the idol’s eyes as she glared up at the blonde. Her cheeks squeezed had brought her lips to pucker but she didn’t have anything to say. Nothing she could say anyway without sounding like a fool with her lips that way.

Avery demanded Jun’s eyes. She had them both, the brown and the blue as the idol’s fury seared inside her pupils. Whatever this was, Jun would-!

Avery crashed her blue stained lips against Jun’s. Their lips meeting in a wet smack only audible them!

A kiss???

Jun’s eyes shut as she couldn’t bare to notice anyone watching them. It made the image all the more convincing of a mutual kiss.

“Mmmph…”

Jun sounded into the kiss, a whimper in her head as she sought to protest long after her lips where locked. Her fingers closed in on Avery’s hips, clenching them as the idol’s strength pushed against Avery though she was far too large for Jun to shove away.

[RockRye]

Avery deepened the kiss, sinking into it with all the fervor she could muster. Her lips pressed hard against Jun’s, claiming them completely, and she let out a low, sultry moan that sent vibrations through the locked embrace. Her tongue invaded Jun’s mouth with a deliberate, reckless force, exploring and dominating as she took everything she wanted. Even in this act, she asserted herself, every movement laced with intent to overpower and leave her mark.

A muffled laugh bubbled from Avery into the kiss as she felt Jun’s hands on her again, weakly pushing against her. The futile resistance only fueled Avery’s delight. She kept the kiss going for several more intense, breath-stealing seconds before finally pulling back, her breath heavy. Not one to leave her work unfinished, Avery leaned back in and peppered Jun’s lips with quick, teasing smacks. She kissed the corners of her mouth, the curve of her upper lip, the plumpness of her lower one, and even her flushed cheek, leaving vibrant smudges of her signature blue lipstick with each affectionate assault. Jun’s face became a masterpiece of Avery’s design, her conquest painted in color.

Pulling back completely, Avery regarded Jun with a look of smug satisfaction, tilting her head as her laughter echoed through the room. “Wasn’t that just wonderful, darling?” Avery purred, her voice a mix of teasing and menace. “I hope you enjoyed it, truly. You should savor it because…” Her expression hardened into something sharper, more dangerous. “…it’s the last pleasant memory you’ll have for the rest of the hour.”

With that ominous warning, Avery abruptly shoved Jun back with a firm palm to her face. In the same fluid motion, she unwound the cord from around Jun’s neck, giving her a false sense of relief before expertly flicking it forward like a whip. The snap of the cord sliced through the air, its aim precise as it lashed toward Jun’s chest.

[3ho]

It dawned on Jun that this wasn’t just a kiss but something made out to act as another conquest. A humiliation like that of the paradise lock only moments ago. With her eyes closed, that’s all she could think about. That and Avery’s lips against hers. It wasn’t that Jun wasn’t interested in women or that she didn’t find Avery unattractive. In fact, she looked American hot but to her cute was her type. Avery was not cute. She was far too large and boisterous. This kiss wasn’t cute either.

In the past, Jun would make fans rabid when she’d kiss a co-performer on the cheek or even more scandalous was a quick kiss on the lips. While Jun liked to kiss her cute co-performers, the fandom went rabid for those little moments. Shipping pairs regularly and often. She could only imagine the reaction she’d be getting now.

Jun whimpered a sound back to Avery like they were communicating. A vocalization that the blonde took as invitation to plunge her tongue deep into Jun’s mouth. Even in her own mouth, Jun found her tongue bullied and shoved around, having to taste Avery’s invasion.

Released, Jun’s mouth opened with a gasp, her cheeks still pinched like she was a fish. Even upon release, Jun found that Avery wasn’t done with her as the blonde leaned in and smack her wet lips against Jun again and again. It was almost like the blonde was intoxicated with her aim, hitting all around the idol’s mouth. Avery’s lips pressing and dragging across Jun’s pristine face, rubbing in that blue lipstick to stain her light flesh.

When Avery finally broke to laugh haughtily, Jun stuck her tongue out in an exaggerated disgust, made even more exaggerated with her cheeks still pinched.

“Bllergh… you kisth me!”

Jun spat out of shock, her words distorted with her cheeks still pinched. Yet it seemed the idol wasn’t paid any mind as her cheeks were finally released and a shove to the forward sent her away finally.

A few staggering steps back, Jun felt her senses had been messed with. It took a few blinks to even realize she was standing. This only set her up perfectly as the black rubber of the cord came swishing around to slice across Jun’s chest, just above her breasts. The cord cracked with kinetic energy that was imparted to Jun.

The idol’s face wound tight in pain and she threw her head back, mouth opening.

“Aauuh!”

Jun bellowed in agony as her impact stung. She reached a hand up nurse the impact, falling to one knee shakingly.

“Th-that hurt!”

Jun whined pitifully, glancing up to Avery with a healthy amount of fear expressed. She would have taken another kiss over being whipped and judging from Avery’s threat, this was going to get a whole lot worse…. She needed out. She needed to be gone. The idol turned and tried to lift herself to her feet to scurry away before Avery tried anything else.

[RockRye]

Avery reveled in the sound of Jun’s whimper, the meek noise sending a wave of satisfaction through her, like electricity coursing along her spine. It was the perfect response, pitiful, yielding, and sweetly desperate. Even Jun’s futile attempts to speak through the grip on her cheeks and lips amused her, a delicious reminder of the control Avery wielded. With each muffled syllable and strained breath, Jun’s spirit seemed to erode just a little more, and Avery relished every second. But there was only so much time to savor the intimacy of this humiliation. Avery had far more planned for the evening, and as she reluctantly pulled back, she took a moment to admire her handiwork.

But time was ticking, and Avery wasn’t about to let this hour slip by without leaving an impression. She reeled the cord back in with practiced ease, her movements smooth and fluid, as though it were a natural extension of her body. Years of wielding a whip, in both illicit youthful escapades and the darker corners of her wrestling and dominatrix exploits, had honed her skill to a deadly art. Even the cord, an imperfect substitute, obeyed her as though it had been crafted solely for her hand.

Jun, however, chose the worst possible option. She turned and bolted. Avery’s smirk deepened into something cruel and triumphant as she watched the smaller woman’s frantic retreat. Run all you like, little rabbit.

Avery advanced with calculated purpose, her feet slamming against the floor with a steady, commanding rhythm. She swung the cord again, her arm snapping out with expert timing. The tip of the cord lashed toward Jun’s retreating form, aimed for her ankle.

“Running?” Avery purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “We’re just getting started.”

[3ho]

Jun’s scramble had only afforded her a few steps before Avery’s precision of her craft had seized upon her like a predator going for a wounded animal.

The cord found its mark around the idol’s right ankle with length to spare. The effect was that it wrapped and coiled around that limp just as Jun lifted her right leg in a hurried step. The result was the coil became monetarily secured and with a timely yank, Jun found herself stumbling forward catching herself from a complete fall with her hands bracing against the polished stonework.

“Would you just stop??”

Jun whined with a glance back at what was holding her up, noticing her right leg suspended by the coil of cord around her ankle. That made her panic, pulling on her leg that only resulted in the snare tightening. She reached out a hand to a passing attendant.

“Don’t just stand there! Help me!”

Jun called out, still pulling on her leg and fighting with Avery’s tether. He looked bewildered as he looked at Jun. Her face marred by the distinct blue of Avery’s lipstick, smeared around lips save for a few faint lip imprints. The attendant took one glance at Avery and shrugged. By all appearances it looked like a taboo outing that marked Jun as rather depraved in her delights. He ducked away without a word, but a knowing smile. They had been told they aren’t allowed to interfere anyway so there was no hope for Jun.

“Fucking worthless!”

Jun called out to the fleeing attendant dropping onto her left knee, resting on that and her hands as she panted heavily. The effort and panic causing her to work harder than she thought.

[RockRye]

Avery’s smirk widened as the cord tightened around Jun’s ankle, leaving the smaller woman dangling helplessly in her control. "Got you," Avery taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction and playful malice. She tilted her head, watching Jun’s pathetic struggle. The idol’s hands flew toward the staff in a desperate plea for help, but when Avery caught the server’s bemused expression, she flashed him a wink. Even they know she’s mine now.

“Little fishie,” she cooed mockingly, her voice smooth and condescending as she began to reel Jun in. Each yank on the cord was slow and deliberate, forcing Jun to endure the indignity of being dragged closer, inch by inch, as if her resistance was nothing more than a formality. The dramatic pace let Avery bask in every moment of her domination.

Once Jun was nearly beneath her, Avery planted her boot squarely on Jun’s ass, pressing down just enough to assert her dominance. Avery pulled the cord taut one last time before flicking it toward Jun's head. With a fluid motion, she whipped the cord twice and looped it around Jun’s neck, securing it snugly so that it connected both her ankle and neck in one degrading restraint.

[3ho]

Jun’s nails clawed at the polished ground with each pull by the Avery. It was deliberately slow, she thought to make her regret all of this. Each pull, her breath hitched and she tensed up like a scared dog on a leash being dragged along by the owner. A comparison that felt painfully apt right about now.

When the shadow of her opponent loomed large, Jun didn’t even look. She just tensed up as the blonde’s foot pressed against her bum. The downward force made the idol’s knee slips sliding freely on the polished surface. It resulted in Jun’s waist being thrust to the ground as her torso was still lifted by her arms, almost like a mermaid posing on a rock.

It wasn’t long until Avery’s cord found its way around Jun’s neck, securing the pose quite well as the taut cord pulled at Jun’s neck, making the idol bend back, head now lifted. A hand shot up to grip at it as the cord threatened to choke her while her other hand tried to balance Jun from collapsing.

“Ggnk!”

Jun grunted as she worked to try and pull the cord from her neck.

[RockRye]

A sinister glint entered Avery's eye as she tightened the cord around Jun’s neck, the motion smooth and practiced. Memories of past domination sessions flickered through her mind, countless beautiful figures struggling under her control, all brought to heel. But this wasn’t one of those carefully staged performances. This was Avery in her element. She had utterly wrecked Jun, reducing the proud idol to a struggling mess bound in her makeshift whip, her lipstick smeared all over the smaller woman’s face. If she hadn’t felt the thrill of arousal earlier when she had knocked Jun out cold, she certainly felt it now. She tugged the cord sharply, not with enough force to choke Jun out but enough to debilitate her, making the idol gasp. Avery chuckled low, a rich, mocking sound, as she began a running commentary on Jun's inferiority.

"You know, all those squealing fans of yours?" she said, her voice calm but cutting. She gestured at the nearby camera, continuing to run its live feed of the scene to every media outlet that would accept anything so sensual and violent, the outlets where Avery's fans resided. "They're seeing that the woman they adore is so plastic. Pathetic. And honey, no one with any taste likes that noisy music, anyway."

Avery angled the cord and pulled her closer, like she broke in a horse. Avery relished the fight in her, futile as it was. “But me? I’m the real deal. All this—” she gestured to herself with her free hand, her other tugging the cord with a steady rhythm, “—is power, skill, and presence. Not a single thing about me is fake or noisy, and that’s why I’m better than you.”

Avery turned toward the artificial cave where the hot tub lay bubbling in wait, dragging Jun behind her like a trussed-up trophy. Avery's second camera waited nearby, nestled in place to see the tub and the entrance itself. She waggled her fingers at it. Once they reached the edge of the hot tub, Avery loosened the cord just enough for Jun to move more freely, though her control was far from relinquished.

She leaned down close, her voice softening into a dangerously sweet tone. “Get in,” Avery ordered, gesturing to the bubbling water. “Go on, enjoy yourself. You deserve a break, don’t you?” Her eyes and her mocking smile, however, made it abundantly clear that Jun’s enjoyment was the last thing on Avery’s mind.