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.

[thesteedman]

Sophia could see the look of gratitude in the eyes of the poor soul who had been dragged into all of this. The Maid Melissa did perfectly well to keep her face pointed away from Lola and Kaylah, but she mouthed ever so subtly — without a voice to carry it — 'thank you'.... Sophia did not react in the slightest; she would not give the game away as Melissa bowed to Lola before taking her leave quietly. Having been forced into the company of Lola and watching first-hand how her schemes often worked, it seemed the German beauty was swiftly becoming wise to it all. She was honourable by nature, but honour would not help her here. She had to adapt if she still wanted to do good by others in the terrible situation she was placed in.

The fashion in which Lola watched her... also had not gone completely unnoticed by Sophia during her earlier exchange with Kaylah in her moment of madness. There was something there: a subtle chew of the lip. Lola enjoyed the outburst and the command. Whilst it was not Sophia's intent to give the woman any pleasure over this forced agreement, the platinum blonde also could not let this woman have her way with her. The game changed suddenly when Sophia all but sacrificed herself. She could sense the disappointment within Lola; that high had gone, and now she was about to weaponise the very woman who Sophia had just all but humiliated and scolded. The instructions were simple, and Kaylah perhaps all too eagerly — and rather suggestively — opened her legs up, before motioning the German beauty to slide herself between them upon the bed.

Like hell...

Perhaps it was the earlier drinks still within her system, but Sophia was feeling brave. She had no desire to hurt Melissa; she possessed no desire to give Lola what she so longed to see, but one thing Sophia would not abide by right now was letting this woman — this Maid known as Kaylah — have the satisfaction. Something shifted in Sophia as she approached; her expression turned, matching the intensity she carried with her into the squared circle. She made it look like she was about to comply, but instead of placing her waist between Kaylah's bare legs, she instead shifted with a deft smoothness, all but mounting onto Kaylah's hips, before her own stunning and very bare legs wrapped around Kaylah's waist in a fashion that would have no doubt enticed the Baroness.

The pressure that came with it was intense. The bodyscissors, whilst not a finishing move, was still something of a trademark to Sophia Wolfe. She normally added it to a stranglehold, but her thighs on their own were still a weapon, given the woman was famed for her devastating kicks. She grabbed Kaylah by the back of her neck, leaning backwards and pulling her briefly against her cleavage to lock a deeper bodyscissors, before giving her a brutal and long-winded squeeze.
"I told you... to get me a drink." Sophia whispered, all too aware Lola was watching all of this.

"Someone is getting crushed in this room you said did you not?... You did not specify that it had to be me." Sophia whispered without looking at Lola, consequences be damned, before her legs clinched in all around Kaylah for a devastating bodyscissors that would force the Maid into a terrible arch.

[BlackAkuma]

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets. And right now, Lola wanted Sophia’s body in between Kaylah’s thighs. She wanted her to suffer. Wanted to put down this little rebellion. She had been testing the blonde’s limits since they met, pushing and prodding to see how far the prodigy would go, and it seemed like she was finally reaching the edges of what she could get out of the German - she wouldn’t accept it.

One way or another, she was going to get what she wanted out of this woman. If she couldn't play with her toy as she liked, she’d happily break it, and Kaylah seemed more than happy to help her in that endevour. Lola lay back and prepared for a show.

That was what she got, too. Just not in the way she imagined.

”What are you-” Kaylah hissed, shocked, as Sophia come over her instead of under, wrapping those legs around her body before she had the chance to truly act. Lola looked on as the blond’s legs turned to implacable steel, which clamped down on the maid’s waistline and left precious little between them. Kaylah gritted her teeth, resolute and defiant as she tried to hold back her reactions, but that was a futile effort - sure enough, she caved, and out came a choking cry, as the pressure continued to mount.

It wasn’t what Lola wanted, no, but she would be lying if she said the sight didn't send a thrill through her. The aggression in Sophia’s eyes, that dominance, raw and dangerous - it was like watching a sleeping lioness, finally awoken.

She should’ve been terrified. Instead, she felt a tremor between her legs. She chewed her lips, processing the sight for a moment, before she spoke, just above a whisper. ”Harder.” She tapped her chin and leaned forward to get a better look. ”Put her to sleep.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia did not exactly hold any desire to follow the commands of Lola, but in truth, the words she whispered were already on Sophia's mind to apply anyway, so she was willing to make an exception. She had tried to show Kaylah respect when the two fought earlier; she was aware the maid under the Baroness' employ had no doubt been wrestling for a prolonged amount of time before Sophia was pitted against her. Whilst the oiled-up setting was no doubt an advantage, wrestling for hours and then being pitted against a fellow LAW wrestler was not exactly in the spirit of fairness. Sophia would have accepted loss—she was masked, after all, at the time—but the stipulation forced her hand.

She had tried to be reasonable with Kaylah, knowing she was in a terrible situation, but Kaylah had tested her, and now she had frankly had enough of it. Sophia was clever in her execution of the bodyscissors, making sure to have Kaylah's arms bound at her sides. To Kaylah's credit, she did well not to scream as Sophia began the deadly constriction of her vice-like grip; perhaps it was experience being between debatably the most dangerous legs in all of LAW with the Baroness, but Sophia herself had significant strength, and Kaylah couldn't keep that straight face for long. She arched back instinctively, a choked moan she tried to fight slipping from her parting lips. Sophia could feel Lola's eyes upon the submission hold, virtually feeling the ecstasy in her low tone. The woman was getting off on this—a spiritual deviant to the Baroness—but right now, Sophia did not care.

"Do not cross me ever again, Kaylah," Sophia whispered in a low tone, leaning in close. She could feel Kaylah's waistline compressing between her legs, feel her hard core strain and harden in a futile effort to build a defence against the crush inflicted upon her. Sophia tightened her grip, leaning back against her hands and adjusting her hips and legs for better leverage, before her legs straightened and her ankles locked together for a devastating frontal bodyscissor.

She didn't have the power of the Baroness to scissor so arrogantly; that was a unique hold in which the legs clamped down all around the waist—an impressive feat used to squeeze submissions and even force a knockout. God help the woman who ever found themselves locked between those legs if she ever decided to straighten them.

Sophia couldn't match that, but as she straightened her legs properly, she could see by Kaylah's expression that she was feeling the devastating press. It probably wouldn't take long. Sophia bit on her lower lip hard with exertion; she was not one to prolong suffering, despite how she felt about Kaylah, and despite the challenge of knocking someone out with a bodyscissors... she tried to make it quick.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola had to admit, this was a new thing for her. Typically, she preferred the women under her thumb to be pliant and workable. It was better to control people with fear than with respect, in her experience, but doing it that way meant you had to keep a constant eye on them and work constantly to put down the little rebellions. That was definitely what Sophia was doing, here - pushing her boundaries, seeing how much she could get away with, daring Lola to make good on her threats.

She should’ve shut this down. Should’ve crushed the defiance out of the blonde. Here, in the Baroness’s manor, there was really no limit to what she could get away with. She and Stephanie could take Sophia to one of those soundproof rooms and…

The thought alone made her shiver with excitement, and she might make good on that idea later. But for now, she was more than content to watch as Sophia unleashed her beasts on Kaylah.

She couldn't hear what Sophia was whispering in the maid’s ear, but she could see the way she reacted, and it spoke volumes. There was a seething, burning hatred in her grimace. She opened her mouth to say something back, but whatever threat she conjured up was quickly lost in her throat as Sophia poured her full power into her legs and drove into her body with crushing, inexorable body scissors.

Kaylah did not go meekly into the night. She thrashed, she kicked, she squirmed. She pushed at Sophia’s legs as if she might miraculously slide them off. None of it worked, of course, and her body began to give way soon enough. Lola stood up and strolled over for a better look at the woman as she slipped away. Watching the life flow out of her.

When she finally stopped moving, Lola brought her eyes to Sophia, looking over her with longing she didn’t care enough to hide. A lean, low smile. ”Beautiful.”