The Masquerade

[thesteedman]

Melissa was quick to follow the command of Lola, as if she was the Baroness manifest herself. She was no doubt well trained, well-conditioned. She moved with practiced fluidity until she was in position by the bed, coming to ease down and sit, almost at full attention, waiting for her next command. By comparison, Sophia looked somewhat bewildered. She was still taken aback by Lola having come so up close and personal with her. It was a side of her she had not actually seen before, as if the woman had developed more than a skin deep fascination with her but a slither of respect after how she dealt with Kayla. Naturally Sophia did not like it, and as bad as it was, she was somewhat glad Lola had eased away.

She looked upon Lola and then Melissa, grasping one arm with her other in a less than stellar stance that Sophia was known for. She shuffled along as if she did not want to be there, which was the truth of her situation. Before she settled down upon the bed. There was significant space between the two ladies, with Sophia all but on the corner of the bed, slightly turned away from the Maid. Unfortunately for the German beauty, she possessed intelligence and also a good read on how Lola's mind worked... and she had a good inkling on where this might be going. Her breath began to increase a little, nervousness beginning to take hold as she looked at Melissa. The question was, was Lola going to make Melissa do things to her... or was it going to be the other way around?...

"Does this Maid really need to be here? You have me in this exquisite room. Is that not enough?." Sophia whispered, looking to try and talk Lola out of whatever nefarious scheme she had in mind.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola both loved and hated puzzles. She used to do them a lot when she was younger, as they were the only sort of entertainment her poor-as-fuck family could reliably provide her, and she went through puzzle books on a weekly basis. She always hated the process of doing them, putting all that time and energy into it and wracking her brain, but when she figured the puzzle out, it was the sweetest feeling she could imagine. There was a high to it, this moment of elation when everything falls into place and makes sense. No drug could produce that feeling.

Sophia was a puzzle. A pile of contradictions and curiosities. A gordian knot of a woman, and Lola swore, before they were through, she was going to unravel her.

Lola heard Sophia’s question, but she wouldn’t answer it. She didn’t need to. Instead, she leaned forward, propped her elbows up on her knees, cupped her chin with both hands, and just gazed at the two women for a few quiet moments. Thinking. Letting the time linger. Letting them think.

”Sophia,” She finally spoke, her words barely a whisper, but carrying through like a shout in the stillness of the room. ”Wrap your legs around Melissa’s waist.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia took in a deep and shaky breath. It was exactly what she feared would happen. Melissa sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes unshifting, no doubt used to being used as a plaything. No doubt she had already been subjected to the infamous legs of the Baroness. It seemed this evening was no different to her. If she was afraid, she was masking it well. She had been instructed to do nothing, and as such remained unmoving... waiting for command, or in this case, waiting to be subjected to whatever Lola had in mind.

If it was the other way around, no doubt she would have her legs wrapped around Sophia's by now... but Sophia was naturally hesitant. She looked towards Melissa, a look of concern upon her scarred yet beautiful features. Lola was not a patient woman, and Sophia knew if she delayed, nothing good would come of it for either of them, Sophia or Melissa. Slowly, Sophia slid closer towards the Maid who was yet to even gaze upon her. Somewhat awkwardly, Sophia shifted herself, bringing one of her legs to slide across Melissa's lower back, before she shifted her other to slip across her lower stomach. Seeing her legs made Lola wonder why she covered them up so much.

Sophia was always clad in Gi trousers in the ring, or even often in something that always covered her legs the times Lola encountered her during her games with her. She had an amazing set of legs, her skin flawless, her thighs well defined. Sophia was known to be something of a master of the Bodyscissors herself, and yet she kept her stunning legs concealed when Lola could see for herself how splendid they were upon the eyes. From thigh to her well shaped bare feet, this woman could have been a top model, even with the scar down her face. Her thighs tensed a little from her positioning, hinting at the power she possessed within them once her ankles locked together. Melissa's mask broke just a little, Sophia not knowing her own strength as even locking her legs caused a small wince as her core was tested by the grip alone.

Sophia leaned back a little to make herself comfortable, her abs tensing just a little... if only the woman knew how enthralling her body was. She was such an intelligent woman in so many ways, yet so stupid in other ways that should not be oblivious to her. Sophia took a deep breath... she knew what was coming next, Melissa had a good core... no doubt well trained... but she was not going to be able to withstand what Sophia could pump out with her strength. Closing her eyes, Sophia could only wait... Lola was delaying on purpose, no doubt to help build up the dread that had manifested within.

[BlackAkuma]

Props to the Baroness, she had these women well-trained. Lola kept expecting the woman - Melissa, right? Hm, she’d almost forgotten the name, there. Whatever her name was, she had thought the maid might have some words of protest, maybe whimper or try to cajole out of this, but no. Obedience, acceptance, even now.

If only she could say the same for her and Sophia’s relationship. But they would get there.

She looked on, enraptured as Sophia brought her legs out, wrapped them around Melissa’s body, and gave her a taste - just a taste - of what she was truly capable of. Even in these dim, haunting lights, her body was magnificent, and as a connoisseur of fine legs, Lola could say she had some the best she had ever seen. Toned, immaculate, powerful, but dangerous. They were a blade the woman was so afraid to wield, for foolish reasons she likely couldn't explain.

The damage they could to do to Melissa. The damage they would do. She was just about to open her mouth when the door flung open instead, revealing Kaylah, reentering with their requested drinks on a tray. Lola only gave her the quickest look, just long enough to see the glare of utter disdain she had for Sophia, as she walked their way.

”Good, good.” Lola took her glass of tequila with an idle hand, barely acknowledging the one who’d brought it for her in the process. ”But don’t go easy on her, mosca. Show me your fangs.”

Lola rolled the glass around with her wrists and took a deep sniff. Excellent choice. ”Show me 30%, Sopia. And don’t hold back. I’ll know.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia took another breath. She could not believe she was doing this. Slowly, her legs began to shift and move, her muscles positioning for a squeeze before her thighs seemed to grow slightly as she tensed them. Her ankles locked a little tighter as her toes spread and clenched, before those deadly legs began to press in like a deadly vice. Melissa tried to endure, her abs tensing up in an effort to provide a defence... but it was instantly crushed. 30% was already significant... it was not as crushing as the Baroness, but Melissa was already groaning, placing a hand involuntarily over her mouth as her other pressed against her rock hard thigh. Melissa leaned forwards, then leaned back... this was hurting her already, and Sophia was not exactly straining yet.

Sophia frowned... she was not enjoying this at all. She could not even look at Melissa as she turned her head away, looking downwards as she lay upon the edge of the bed. She could feel Melissa's core strain and her body begin to shake. Her leg lifted as she arched, her toes curling as she gripped the bed with one hand, still trying to push with the other, but aware attempts to escape would probably bring the wrath of her mistress for the night. Sophia began to breath deeper, noticing Kaylah glare at her as she set down the drinks, handing Lola a Tequila and placing a glass of ice water on the table at Sophia's request. Any moment now, she was waiting for the command from Lola... no doubt 50% or something like that. Enough for Sophia to put actual effort in, and enough to leave Melissa in agony as her body was crushed.

Sophia's features soured. She wanted to be considered a hero... this was not heroic... this was cowardly... of her. She shook her head.
"Nein..." Sophia whispered loud enough, carrying malice in her tone. Suddenly, her legs opened up, allowing Melissa to fall back against the bed. She clutched at her lower stomach and back, trying to compose herself but struggling. By now Sophia was standing up, walking towards the table, all but near shoving Kaylah out of the way. She reached for the cold glass of water, drinking it down, to the point where cold water seeped down the side of her lips, dripping down onto her cleavage, seeping down her bare stomach. It was empty after a few seconds.

"What are you doing here? What did I tell you?" Sophia spoke, not even making eye contact with Kaylah when she slammed the glass down on the tray.
"The water is gone. Get me another... and get me something alcoholic too. Strong." Sophia spoke, before she dared to look at Lola. She knew this was very dangerous grounds... but she was done with this game.
"I'm not hurting anyone for your pleasure. What is happening... this game that you are playing, it is between you and I... you and I only. We are the only players. If that displeases you, if that breaks the deal... then it breaks it! But I'm not hurting that girl." Sophia spoke. For certain there was a fear within her eyes, but there was something else too, something that was close to breaking point.

[BlackAkuma]

One might think that seeing Sophia’s displeasure at the situation would dull the pleasure of it for Lola, that she would enjoy this scenario as much knowing that the blonde wasn’t into it. One would be completely wrong about that, more than they could imagine.

Forcing someone to do something against their will was the ultimate power, and Lola was drunk on it. All the effort Sophia had put into the magnificent power, all that time, and she had to use it in a way that utterly disgusted her, used to crush a woman she had no qualms with.

She chewed lips, savoring every second of it, until…

Over. It was over. Lola shook her head, bewildered, Sophia stood up and abruptly ended the display, taking a moment to drink her water and berate Kaylah. She voiced her defiance, and for a moment, Lola stood stockstill, not reacting, not speaking, not saying a thing. Cold, unresponsive, her face a blank slate.

”Okay.”

She let that single word trouble Sophia for a moment, let her ponder what she meant, before she decided to clarify. As she did, she reached and gently tugged Kaylah’s skirt, motioning for her to stay a moment instead of storming off to get more drinks. The head maid glared at her, but otherwise stood compliant and quiet. ”But someone is getting crushed in this room. If you’re not doing the honors, you have the honors done on you.” She patted Kaylah on the back and stepped away. ”Melissa, off the bed. Kaylah, take her place and open your legs. Sophia, get in between her legs.”

Kaylah was a hard woman to read - happy, sad, annoyed, Lola couldn't tell what was going through her mind at the moment. But it was noteworthy that she took no real coaxing to sign on for the idea, despite getting no official order from the Baroness on this matter. Melissa barely had time to slink off before Kaylah sat down, spread her iron thighs out, and motioned for Sophia to get inside.