Not So Solitary Confinement - Audrey Trovita vs Callum "Brick" McRae (D)

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Though relief was an obviously welcome sensation, it was a secondary reaction to Audrey's sheer surprise. The last thing she'd expected was for Callum to actually get off her. She coughed and sputtered as she lifted her neck off the rope, one hand slipping to massage her throat, the other holding the rope for balance. He remained towering over her, enough weight holding her in place so she wasn't about to be slipping away, but at the moment, she was just glad to finally not have to endure being choked out.

Something in his voice set off her inner red alert warning sirens. "C-carried ah... away...?" she gasped out, turning towards where he knelt down beside her, managing to sound incredulous despite her raspy voice. She blinked enough to shove the tears back down, but her vision was still unfocused. She pointed at her throat weakly instead, and hoped her message was clear. Press X for doubt. Every attack you've made has been to prevent me from breathing.

Still... he did in fact get off her, finally freeing her. His hand landed on her shoulder, and her instinct was to flinch away, but it hadn't been rough. He even offered to help her up! She was dizzy and lightheaded after all those chokes, so the redhead wasn't sure she even could rise on her own... but she couldn't simply stay here, either. She hesitated a moment before shifting her weight, clearly moving to get up anyway, whether or not he was going to assist. Her hand shifted to the higher rope, intending to heave herself to her feet.

His arm wrapped around her waist, and her only thought was a subdued, oh, he's got me again. Her head was still foggy and sluggish, not quite registering the gravity of the situation. Then she suddenly had wind and hair whipping her face, her body hurtling forwards. The chain cage wall rattled as her face collided with it harshly, her body flopping downwards and leaving her precariously balanced on the middle rope, her legs kicking uselessly in the air. She reached up with the hand not at her own throat to link her fingers through the fencing, hoping to halt the terrifying sensation of teetering off the edge of a cliff.

Callum burst into laughter behind her, and her cheeks flushed with color again; this time not out of shame of exposure, but from the embarrassment of falling for that trap. She lashed out violently with a leg, but whiffed hard. It did have the effect of allowing her toes to find the ground, but that was all. She could only imagine just how ridiculous she looked, bent over with her rear in the air, draped over the rope, face scrunched into the fence, barely balancing herself on her tip-toes.

And then came the other kind of embarrassment. The haze in her head was cut through like butter as he leaned himself against her, feeling her skirt lift and land on her back. "H-hey...!" She wasn't sure where she was going with that... he was fully allowed within the rules to target her while she was trapped, defenseless, and exposed.

He pressed into her deeper, none too gently, one hard thrust followed by some slow grinding, upsetting her balance in the middle rope. And then came the slap, her flesh wiggling in response.

"Eep!"

His hands did not leave her alone after that; she shuddered his palms caressed her soft flesh. Still clutching the fence, the hand on her throat was instead whipped around, outstretched behind her to find his leg, or hip, or whatever she could reach with the intent of trying to push him away. But in her half-balanced state, she lacked the leverage to put any real oomph behind it... assuming she could have shoved him to begin with.

Nevertheless, she'd endured worse than this, and wasn't about to let him have his way so soon. His taunt helped her find her voice, still raspy, but now fueled by a spark of anger.

"The air's lovely, thank you. Hope you're committing the feeling to memory, because sooner or later you'll be the one begging for room to let your lungs stretch. Now, fuck off!"

[Parker]

Callum wasn’t taking chances this time. Kick me in the head once, shame on you. Twice? Shame on him. Third time? There wasn’t about to be a third damn time. Not that Audrey was in a position to be kicking him to begin with, but he hadn’t expected the first two times so better safe than booted in the dome. As she struggled to find her footing, he made it worse, kicking his own legs out in a wider stance, deliberately nudging her legs apart, forcing her into a position of vulnerability. Her attempts to use the cage to pull herself up were met with a sneer; this chick had a knack for disrupting his plans, and he wasn’t having it.

He raised his hands, clapping his palms down against her backside again. He savored the feeling of her soft flesh yielding under his palms, fingers curling to possessively grope her. He pushed his arms out, leaning down with his weight to shove into her with more force, seeing if he could wring any more of the fight out of her by letting the rope bite into her midsection from below. An experiment more than anything, but one he didn't mind testing since her first reaction to the slaps had been amusing enough. Like a dog mangling a squeaky toy just to hear it whine and he was enjoying every second of it.

He rolled his palms over her backside, slipping them up to where the hem of her panties nestled itself under her skirt’s waistband. His fingertips pried between them, snaking their way beneath to curl under the fabric to grip it tight. With a soft chuckle he listened to her threats, feigning a look of terror, even if she couldn't see it. Before she had finished though he yanked up hard, pulling her panties with enough force to pull her briefly up off the ropes. He jostled her side to side as he held firm, making sure her undergarment would find its way to ride tightly into her crotch.

“I’m tucking it all away for later, princess.” He remarked with a sly grin, a low suggestive rumble in his voice. He rolled his hips up against her before giving another hard thrust against her backside to rock her against the ropes. With that he suddenly pulled back, letting her panties snap back to her body, giving her plump backside one more cheeky squeeze as he backed away several steps. He gauged the distance like an athlete taking angles and windspeed into account, rolling his shoulders idly. Once he found the speed spot he stopped, tapping the toe of his boot to the canvas.

Charging forward he took three steps in before bringing his boot up in a violent arc, aiming to punt her square beneath the legs, intending to sending her spawling the rest of the way theough the ropes into the cage to the small gap between the chainlink mesh and the ropes.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Despite the bite in her words, Audrey was in no better position than before. Each slap to her rear drew a squealed yelp from the trapped redhead, followed by a grit of the teeth and the shade of pink on her cheeks deepening a layer. She groaned as she felt her flesh mold around his fingers, her feet only barely brushing the mat ensuring that she could not prevent it without putting herself in a worse spot.

Which is where she found herself regardless, much to her frustration. Callum pushed himself into her further, his weight bearing down hard enough to press the middle rope into her stomach, the exact same spot his gut punches and knees had impacted earlier. It had the advantage of letting her plant her feet flat on the ground and restore some sense of balance, at the cost of a higher degree of discomfort and somehow further restricted movement. It wasn't quite the tradeoff she'd have hoped for. She had to hand it to him, at least mentally; he had some kind of game plan, targeting the same points on her body repeatedly. He sure seemed smarter when his mouth was closed and his body did the talking.

That pink tint on Audrey's cheeks brightened to a vibrant red as his fingers hooked through her panties. Past experiences with similar positions ran through her mind and immediately she jumped to the worst possible conclusion. Her wiggling resumed with renewed vigor, although it did little to improve her position. Still, any way she could make it as difficult as possible.

"Don't you fucking da-"

But instead of yanking them down, as she anticipated... he did the opposite.

"Ghh-aaaaahh!" she wailed as the fabric tugged deep into her skin, the force harsh enough to temporarily alleviate the pressure of being trapped against the ropes, but with her feet dangling completely off the ground. She continued to squirm, eyes watering, both hands clinging desperately to the cage, as her own outfit rode up deep into her with nothing she could do to ease it. Mercifully, it did not last unbearably long. Callum took the opportunity to grind against her further before finally leaving her with another bump and a squeeze, letting her panties snap back against her skin.

There was a brief, glorious few moments in which the redhead was left alone, no smothering threatening presence behind her, no panties digging painfully into her sensitive flesh; just her and her weird sense of vertigo as she balanced by her midsection along the middle rope. She took the chance to slip a hand underneath her skirt to adjust her underwear and rub away the sting that last attack had left. By the time she'd thought to slip backwards and free herself entirely, it was too late.

A harsh kick to her already sore crotch sent her head-over-heels, her world dissolving into a jumbled miasma of limbs. Her fingers lost their grip on the cage while she fell downwards, head pointed towards the ring apron. Her body flew through the ropes, her spine colliding painfully with the cage, making the entire thing rattle in response. Her legs got caught by the top rope, preventing her from flipping over entirely, but in exchange her skull crashed into the mat and had her seeing stars.

Gravity pulled her limp body further downwards, her legs finishing the slide between the top and middle ropes, and she crumpled into a heap on the apron. She lay there briefly with one hand still between her legs and the other rubbing her cheek, where being pressed against the cage for so long had begun to leave an imprint. Her body twitched with the occasional phantom sting, a sharp inhale of breath signaling that she was still lucid. Eventually, with a grunt of effort, she grabbed the middle rope and begun to drag herself to her feet.

Peeling herself off the ground proved faster than Audrey had expected; despite the humiliation of the last several minutes, her legs, while still held tightly together now, did not wobble. And along with that realization, it was with revenge on the mind that Audrey scuffled towards the nearest post, using the uppermost rope as a handrail and keeping an eye on her foe.

She spared a quick glance to pry the turnbuckle aside to find the number hidden there - a 5... or was it a 2? - before she began to ascend, her feet balanced on each rope cautiously as she used them as steps. She crouched low on top of the post, gauging the distance. When she was confident she would not splat flat on her face, she leaped up and out with a frustrated, raging battle cry; she might not have been able to drag Callum to the ground with her own weight alone, but could he withstand her full weight with the aid of gravity?

[Parker]

Callum barked a laugh, short and sharp, the sound echoing off the steel walls of the cage as Audrey crumpled in a heap on the apron. The sight of her twitching in pain was almost cartoonish to him, all flailing limbs and humiliation. He brushed off his palms with a little flourish, like he’d just taken out the trash rather than unceremoniously blasted someone in the crotch.

”Take a nap, bitch. I’ll be right back. he jeered, flashing a wolfish grin at her motionless heap. Turning his back to her, Callum moved toward one of the turnbuckles, his broad shoulders rolling with lazy confidence. The cage loomed high around him, the metal groaning faintly with every step. He gave the towering walls a long hard look, his joy in the moment giving way to something hateful. With a sneer he pulled his attention back to the task at hand and quickened his pace to the corner.

At the post, he leaned over, craning his neck to see around it and started tugging at the top pad he knew the codes to the lock were under one of these. He didn’t even think to check underneath first. No, that would’ve been too smart. Instead, he went through the tedious process of trying to untie the entire thing, prying away the layers of padding. It wasn’t until he kicked a boot up onto the middle rope and really exerted himself he was able to tear it a way with a wild lash of frayed laces leaving the bare metal gleaming beneath the harsh lights. The top rope flexed slightly under his forearm as he leaned in, squinting at the worn steel brace… blank? He glanced down to the turnbuckle pad, rolling it over in his hands until a boldly printed “3” stared back at him.

“Stupid bullshit…”

The vibration of the roles beside him caught his eye, the creak of the exposed metal fittings echoing a need for caution. He turned with most of his body at once to a grand reveal of a determined Audrey, clawing her way back up the ropes on the opposite post, fingers fumbling at the turnbuckle.

“Fuck’s sake-hey! Leave it be, you fuckin’ cockroach!!” Callum pivoted hard, angrily tossing the turnbuckle pad outside the ring expecting to get rid of it, only for it to bounce off the cage wall and come to a rest on the apron. He had moved on, not noticing his mistake as he moved to cut off the redhead as she started to ascent the ropes “You don’t learn, do ya?!”

But before he could reach her, she launched herself, an angry blur of motion against the overhead lights. Callum’s eyes widened, too stunned to sidestep before she crashed into his chest with all the momentum she had gathered up. Her body slammed against his solid chest, forcing him to stumble backwards nearly tripling over himself. With a squeal of rubber on the mats his boots dug into the mat and held.

The crowd erupted, the cage shuddered, and for a split second, the two froze in place. He glanced down at her, a look of surprise on his face, a half cocked grin, a moment like they had both just surprised a car crash together and managed to walk away. It almost looked like an embrace, awkward and tense, until the flicker of realization crossed his face. She could see it change in real time, staring at her, when he recalled she had just tried to flatten him and the moment was swallowed up with an incredulous look.

She was horizontal across his arms, breathless and wide-eyed, her hair a wild halo around her face. For that one heartbeat, their gazes met—his chest rising and falling, her frame trembling against him. It almost looked like an embrace, awkward and tense, until the flicker of realization crossed his face.

“You really thought that’d work?” he muttered, voice low and irritable.

Without another word, Callum shifted his stance, one arm sliding down her back, the other snaring her thigh. He heaved her upward, flipping her in his arms with a grunt until she hung inverted in his grasp, head pointed toward the mat, her legs kicking weakly in protest. The audience gasped as he adjusted his grip, muscles flexing beneath the sheen of sweat on his shoulders. He clutched her close, a bit to close as his pelvis pushed against her body, the swell of his bulge beneath his trunks pressed up against her face.

Then he dropped.

Callum fell to his knees, leaving Audrey to be driven directly into the canvas with their combined weight and gravity assisting in her destruction. The piledriver would compress her mercilessly on the impact and as the ring shook and recoiled, he let his arms free to allow her body to flop chaoticly however it would land, witnessing it all unfold.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

As she got herself together, Audrey had no idea what Callum was doing. His back was to her, and that was all the attention she gave him as she fumbled her own corner turnbuckle for its number. The longer he spent not looking in her direction, the more recovery time she'd get. It wasn't until she noticed him literally untying the turnbuckle itself - and struggling with it, at that - that she realized he was trying to find a number, too.

Naturally, he struggled to figure out how to do it, and that frustrated him as much as anything else she'd done so far tonight, earning a quiet chuckle from the redhead. He eventually resorted to bracing himself with a boot on the ropes and brute-forcing it off, to which she had to stop and stare with her mouth hanging slightly open, as if she was watching a money attempting solve a rubix cube. And then, once he'd finally detached it completely, he spent several seconds simply staring at the metal beneath.

What a dumbass.

The angel on her other shoulder offered her own mental commentary as she stared at the underside of her own corner's turnbuckle. On the other hand, you can't even tell if your number is upside-down or not, so maybe you don't have any room to talk.

....Shut, no one asked you.

“Fuck’s sake-hey! Leave it be, you fuckin’ cockroach!!”

The voice made her jump. She'd looked up just in time to see him stomping back in her direction, and she had to think fast. And, for once, an idea came to her quickly. Audrey was well aware of her own shortcomings in terms of physical strength, but that's why she practiced aerials - and, conveniently, she was well positioned to kick one off.

The redhead sailed through the air with a shout, her hair flying wildly behind. It seemed she caught him off guard - The idiot saw me climbing and didn't know I was going to jump? - he'd stopped dead in his tracks, in perfect collision range. Somehow, she had an element of surprise on her side. This was going to work!

Her body crashed against his. He stumbled backwards.

And Audrey remained suspended in the air.

Her head slowly tilted to look up into his face, belatedly realizing that his arms had outstretched just in time to catch her before she rebounded and flopped to the mat. But he'd remained standing. For a moment, the pair stared at each other, Audrey simply blinking up at him with wide eyes through her hair in stunned incomprehension. Understanding begin to sunk in at the same moment for both of them; Callum's expression shifted to one of cruel disbelief, aware that the ball was back in his court. Audrey, meanwhile, bit her lip looking sheepish and squirming lightly in his arms.

“You really thought that’d work?”

Her response came out small, flat, breathless, and hasty. "...Yeah, kinda..."

Suddenly gravity returned in force - for half of her body. "Eep!" Her upper half swung downwards while he twisted her around, her legs sticking up into the air, swaying and looking for solid ground but, of course, finding none, and sending both her ponytail and her skirt flipping the opposite direction, to the delight of the crowd. Her arms reached down, palms braced against his thighs as though afraid to slide down, while his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight against his chest. And worst of all, he kept her at just the perfect height - by design, probably - to press his groin (which, Audrey couldn't help but notice, was rather obviously bulging) into her face. Audrey cringed, but with how tightly he held her, no angle she tried allowed her to breathe freely. Her face heat up with both humiliation and heat at once, eyes squeezed shut and mouth pressed firmly into a line. She squirmed and wiggled like a fish out of water, doing little besides effectively rubbing herself against him.

The crime of focusing too much on her unflattering position once again blinded her to the obvious incoming actual danger. (Although whether or not her awareness would have changed the outcome was up for debate.) With her vision unavailable, she only had the sudden sensation of falling - like that god-awful nightmare feeling that jolted her awake on more than one occasion - to tell her she was in motion, and less than a second later, stars once again erupted in the blackness before her eyes as her head drilled into the mat!

"Ah!" she cried with a choked gasp, a short, sudden, involuntary reaction to the sudden burst of sheer agony.

The pain that shot through her skull and rocketed down (up?) her spine told her that she was pretty sure she maybe didn't pass out this time. Regardless, spiking her skull into the mat scrambled her brain like an egg, her limbs going limp instantly. Callum let her go and her body flopped over like a puppet with her strings cut, shoes echoing a thumping impact against the mat. Though not entirely out of it, Audrey was entirely oblivious to her surroundings, the position of her face still way too close to the bulge between his legs, and the wincing of even the most depraved of her deviant fans in the audience.

[Parker]

The mat shuddered. The sound of the piledriver resonated like a muted explosion that rattled the cage walls. It felt heavy, final. Callum stayed knelt over top of the ginger, letting his weight sag enough that his crotch rested over her face. She made a convenient enough seat for the moment and this assured she’d keep her mouth shut for a moment ot two. The crowd’s jeers rolled through the cage in waves, and even over that noise, he could feel the dull reverberation thrumming through his knees.

Slowly, he exhaled. Then his grin returned, wide, wolfish, and satisfied.

“That,” he muttered, breathless but smug, “is what happens when you try to dive on the top dog.”

He’d decided, right there in that moment, that he was the top dog now. Why? Hell if he knew. The closest relation to why that might be was that Audrey was playing bottom bitch to him at the moment, whether she liked it or not. All he knew was that he liked the sound of it.

Callum hunched over her like a gargoyle perched on its prize, his breath heavy, eyes gleaming beneath damp, sweat-matted hair. He reached down, clapping his hands on the outside of her thighs before tugging sharply, dragging her limp legs off the mat. It took a few rough pulls before his fingers could hook under the crooks of her knees, and once he did, he drew them back, folding her up beneath him.

He slipped one leg, then the other, under one arm, making sure the tops of her calves wedged securely beneath his armpit, tight enough that there’d be no space for her to kick. As he reclined, his weight rested more heavily on her face, and her plump backside was peeled up off the mat on full display as her skirt hung loosely around her hips. The crowd could see it now: a needless pin was locked in, deliberate and humiliating.

He settled his free hand on the back of her legs, tracing his fingers down the length of her thighs. He was indulgent with his touch, taking in just how smooth and soft she was. As his digits inched along, they slipped slightly lower, curving along the inside of her thighs to the space between, until dipping down to her crotch. He ran his palm over top of her, feeling her warmth through her panties, letting out a soft chuckle.

“You still breathing down there, sweetheart?” he taunted, voice low and amused. He gave a small flex of his arms, testing the hold, letting her feel how little room she had to move. “C’mon now, I was just getting warmed up.” His fingertips slowly curled in on themselves as his gentle caress suddenly bared fangs as he clenched her hard with a crotch claw, jostling her between the legs roughly as a means to stir her from her glassy-eyed stupor.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The light twitching of the redhead's body and the small jiggles of her flesh that they produced were the only signs of life in her flattened state. Her fingers curled and uncurled without any conscious thought behind it, her body lightly spasming with every weakened inhale. Which was, in itself, difficult with her face beneath her opponent's groin, but not entirely smothering... almost like a blanket over her head when she slept. Her vision was even similarly dark - just enough light to know it existed, but not enough to illuminate anything behind a foggy blur.

And then motion caused her to stir - her own motion, to be exact. She wasn't in control of her legs, but they suddenly felt as though they were fighting gravity. Her body shuddered with each yank until, eventually, even her back had been lifted off the mat and she was left folded upside-down, most of her own weight now on her shoulders and neck as her spine was twisted into an uncomfortable arch. She tried to kick, a half-conscious curiosity rather than resistance, but found she was stuck somehow.

The real stinger was the added weight bearing down on her head. That was what sparked some energy back into the redhead, body squirming more energetically than it had been prior, and she felt her skirt dangling low, draping over her stomach - she knew it should not be covering anything in that direction. She tried to shake her head, but the added weight kept her firmly in place, her features entirely engulfed. She reached up, hoping to find some leverage, but it was like being trapped beneath a boulder or a fallen tree - she didn't have the angle nor the strength.

She attempted kicking again, her booty and skirt jostling in rhythm with her attempts, but that was all. It dawned on her that in this angle and with her skirt hanging the wrong way, her panties were once again in full view of whoever had eyes, showing off far more than the last time while she'd been bent over the ropes.

And there it was: the touch. Fingers gliding down her skin, soft and almost gentle, studying her like a map. They slipped inwards, finally reaching the space between her legs. Audrey's squirming intensified; in another setting, she might have considered this sensual and intimate. Alas, a lack of breathing and sight tended to dampen the mood. She let out a largely-muffled yelp of protest while Callum took full advantage, running his palm over her sensitive area, feeling him press hard into her underwear and her warm skin beneath.

That yelp morphed into a still-muffled wail of pain as his gentle caress changed into a brutal claw, nails digging into her thin fabric enough to feel in her flesh. Her squirming to this point, while active, had been little more than shifts in comfort, but now she jolted and wiggled in true resistance - resistance that was drastically ineffective with how well Callum had locked her up, but enough to have to put some effort now into holding her steady. While caught under his arms, her legs lacked the ability to muster any force, and her palms may as well have been pushing against a brick wall. And all the while, he remained hunched over her face, cutting off her air and hiding the furious heat- and humiliation-induced blush on her cheeks.

I swear to god, when I get out of this, I'm going to kick you in the face so hard, you won't be able to feel your nose!

[Parker]

Callum paused mid squeeze at Audrey's muffled cries, tilting his head, neck craned as he pantomimed trying to hear something distant. A rain of jeers crashed against the cage walls, getting a rawkus laugh from the red haired renegade. He shifted his weight, lifting up onto his knees, enough space to give his trapped prey some humid air to suck in, even if she had to do it with his balls resting on her forehead to do it. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and Callum was certainly not going to let that change until he had his fun.

“You’re spiritly… I think that's the word. Like the Disney fairy. Got a lot of pent up energy.” He flattened his fingers across her crotch again, letting them push against her panties, his middle two fingers pressing down a bit deeper to let the fabric sink even deeper. Just enough to part her lovely lips, not intruding just yet. For as crass and idiotic as he seemed to be, Callum knew his way around this. For better or worse.

He snorted, feeling her attempts to kick and squirm, leaning back a bit as he stretched her legs out, pinching them together with a flex of his arm. There was no real room here, no way for her to build up momentum or snake free. “Thats what I fucking meant. You can’t sit still.” He rolled his shoulders in a stilted shrug, letting out a light laugh. A lot of the overt animosity had faded, probably because she couldn’t do anything to stop him at the moment.

He further illustrated this point by roaming a bit higher, gripping the lip of her panties. With a wriggle from side to side and a tug, he started to work them up over her plump cheeks. Deliberate and slow, he wanted to hear her protests and give her a chance to fruitlessly struggle as he inched them move and move down her curves until they crested over the bottom of her rump, sliding them part way down her thighs were they wouldn’t be an intrusive to his plans.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

With Callum rising up off her, Audrey would gasp and inhale deeply. His scent nearly made her choke anyway, but better that than pass out with his balls on her face. She could still feel him atop her, though; he hadn't shifted enough to give her any room to slip away, though Audrey continued to attempt shoving her palms upwards against him anyway.

Cameras zooming in could catch sight of her hot and sweaty face, loose hairs sticking to her forehead and strands dangling in front of her eyes. It was impossible to tell the reason for the blush on her face - the answer was likely a combination of any reasonable guess. Her response to his jab was to prove his point, jostling her body sharply, for whatever little that was currently worth as she moaned and groaned in equal measure under the teasing of his fingers. Audrey couldn't help herself; despite his callous attitude, if there was one thing this oaf knew how to do, it was work over a woman; her body was practically melting under his touch, heat beginning to chase that in her face, and he hadn't even found skin yet.

A strangled grunt mixed in as he leaned back, amplifying the pressure on her legs. Her hands shifted from pushing on his thighs to fists pounding the mat in frustration before scraping with her nails in a feeble attempt tp push or pull herself away. But even without his full weight on her face now, his grip on her legs was too easy to keep hold of. "What, did you think I'd- nnnghhh... just lay here and- mmmmh... take it?"

Whether as vengeance for her outburst or because he had already planned it, Audrey felt Callum's fingers slip into her panties. He wasted no time in wiggling them off, and Audrey paused in her own squirming; she could sit there and let him do it, or she could attempt to wiggle free - for all the luck she'd had with that so far - and only help him instead. So she'd do what she could to make it difficult.

Difficult was not an apt description, however, as her pink bottoms came away with relative ease. "Hey, what the- oh no, don't you dare!" she demanded, as though there was anything she could do to prevent it. Her squirming resumed despite herself, for the simple fact that it felt better than simply doing nothing, and at least gave the appearance of a struggle, if nothing else. A hand reached up awkwardly to attempt to grip the fabric herself, if not to pull them back then just to try to stop him from completely removing the garment.

It mattered little, however, and Callum managed to slide them down far enough to completely expose the half-upside-down girl's clean shaven lips to the entire arena. She'd been stripped several times in the arena by now, but Audrey had never quite gotten used to the idea, and she could feel the heat of humiliation in her cheeks spread regardless.

"Congratulations," she spat, defiantly - but barely - keeping her voice from breaking. "Let me guess. First time?"

[Parker]

“Oh, I dare.” Callum snickered, taking an extra bit of satisfaction as he pulled her panties down over her protestations. Bright pastel pink, a bit mundane. He had seen them earlier but didn't give them a good look. He had her pegged for being into some cutesy shit like little ladybugs or strawberries on her bloomers.

When he felt her pawing l, trying to get around his mass to stop him, he briefly lifted his weight up, then dropped it back down at a slightly slanted angle making it harder for her to reach. Her arm flailed, desperate to break free, but he had her pinned, his leverage and strength unyielding. She was lucky his hands were occupied otherwise he would have seen how much he could have wrenched her arm of hers.

He furrowed his brow at her quip, about to bark back at her, but felt a small knowing calm roll over him. A snicker turned to a chuckle then exploded into a belly laugh as he wrnched her legs down a little lower to properly hunch his body over the side of her hips. “Ya’know what… how ‘bout you tell me princess.” His words rumbled with the gravel of his rough accent, an unspoken threat he had plans in store.

He held up his middle and ring fingers and spat onto them, using his thumb to smear the saliva over there surface. His arm wrapped around one of her plum cheeks as he rested his forearm along the ravine between them, settling in on top of her. Without any warning he pushed his palm between her legs, pointer and pinky finger sinking it just a bit then splaying to either side to part her velvet folds to his hungry gaze.

His two fingers pushed past the boundary, slipping into her most sensitive trove. Deliberately slow, his rough calloused digits,making her feel every inch of his intrusion. They delved deep, his palm and the remaining fingers gripping her tight, anchoring her to him. He began a slow, gentle curl, the tips of his fingers dragging against her inner walls, leaving no doubt about his presence. Inescapable and undeniable, his fingers retreated and advanced, a relentless rhythm designed to work her up, to make her beg for more. She was his prisoner now, her body forced to respond to his touch, a traitor to her own hatred