What happens when you refuse... [ Sophia / Avery ]

[thesteedman]

Sophia’s lungs burned from a combination of exertion and constriction. Each breath was a shallow victory, hard fought and harder yet with each that passed, crushed beneath the iron grip of Avery’s long and dangerous thighs. The pressure around her midsection had turned sharp, constant, like a vice of hard steel. Her body twitched with each pulse of those sculpted legs, and as time passed it was only going to grow more difficult unless she thought of something. Her mind was still reeling, her head throbbing from the earlier attack. Thinking straight was difficult, whilst Avery continued to oppress her enthralling core with intense pressure in a deadly bodyscissors.

And still… her mind refused to yield. It was simply not in Sophia's nature to surrender until she was out of options. There must have been something she could do! Despite her wrist being captured, Sophia still had another arm free. Biting on her lower lip hard she began to work her elbow against the hard muscle of Avery's leg, looking to attempt to dislodge the grip or at least make it more awkward to continue squeezing her. If this was a game as Avery believed, Sophia had not lost... not yet.

That was until the rules changed again. Such was her focus on escape that Avery took advantage of the shift of attention. Still having her wrist captured, a sharp pull soon brought Sophia closer to her, making her gasp out. Almost like a deadly Constrictor, looking to further ensnare its prey and endure the capture, Avery slipped up close, managing to work one of her arms around Sophia's neck! She gasped out, a firm grip managing to secure itself around her slender neck, before her legs shifted around her body. Except this was not a grip intended to go for the kill as it where... no... this was more about control.

Sophia felt a breath catch in her chest as Avery's very demeanor and attitude shifted. She was up close with her now, almost cheek to cheek. Her legs remained wrapped around her core, but her legs were looser, with one sliding over her bare stomach as if to feel her well defined form. Avery's voice softened to a whisper, as she slipped a hand over Sophia's mouth to stop her from objecting. She groaned within the grip, feeling a deep squeeze designed to debilite her rather than outright crush. Just enough to stop a full breath of air from entering her lungs with a firm sleeper like hold, whilst her legs constricted her core in what could only be described as a more possessive nature than outright crushing.

Sophia was left near panting within the grip, captured by Avery whilst she began to whisper sweet nothings to her, relishing in the moment, no doubt enjoying her literal captive audience. Sophia panicked, unsure what to do in this situation. Normally cold and calculating in the face of adversity, this manner of attack which almost seemed to possess affection was something she could not deal with. She could only listen as Avery spoke, feeling her eyes boring into her own as she slipped closer, her lips near brushing against the ear she whispered into. It was during this monologue that all was revealed to Sophia... the mention of dirt. It brought some sense to the situation, but not all. Yes... Sophia was aware there was incriminating footage of Avery that existed. At a push, Sophia could gain access to such material... but never in her life would she actually do such a thing.

"Y... you believe I would..." Sophia barely managed with what little time she was given, before Avery slipped her hand back over her mouth again, restricting her airflow, making her gasp within the grip and writhe. If this attack was through fear Sophia would try to use something to manipulate or gain edge over Avery... that was not how she did such things! Sophia's struggles began anew as she tried to let Avery know this, but her grip was strong, firm, and uncomfortably sensual!