The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 8 - Ayumi Tanaka

[BlackAkuma]

It was like slamming into a wall. A sexy, seductive wall.

Ayumi wasn’t what Dizzy would call a powerhouse - though, given who her mother was, the standard for that was higher than most women could ever cross. As far as she was concerned, though, she might as well have been tangling with the strongest woman in the world. She didn’t expect to topple the Velvet Vice when they crashed into each other, but she at least expect some movement. To push her off, if only for a few seconds. Some small give.

Instead, she was merely greeted with unflinching curves. Whatever fleeting advantage she enjoyed from the element of surprise, it was gone in a heartbeat, and she was in the lioness’ den. The smart move would be to pull back and play it safe, to use her speed and stay out of Ayumi’s reach until she was in a good position. That was the smart thing to do. That was what her mother would tell her to do, assuming she hadn't destroyed the entire studio.

The smart thing. Not the fun thing. When she had a choice, Dizzy would always choose the latter.

Her lips went wild, savoring Ayumi’s skin, even as the older woman began to whip her about and assert her dominance. Dizzy did put up a struggle, though you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise. With Ayumi’s power, however, there was simply no resistance, not like this, and she found herself up against the wall, trapped and helpless.

The two pulled away, only for her to be slammed again a moment later, this time hitting hard enough to shake the room. It left Dizzy gasping, then gasping against as she was pinned, and her opponent went to work on her neck. Kisses. Hungry, wild, wanting kisses. They played at Dizzy’s nerves and she found herself writhing like a madwoman as Ayumi pressed into her. The older woman’s curves seemed to mold over her frame, consuming her as she rode down every feeble struggle. All Dizzy could do was lay there and take it - that, and use the arm that Ayumi had so graciously left free to reach around and caress Ayumi’s back, traveling down her spine and sliding against her perfect skin.

She wasn’t going anywhere that Ayumi didn’t want her to go. Not that she planned to, anyway, but having the choice taken away just made the experience electric.

”Yes.” Dizzy’s words came out with husky sighs, mixed in between her breaths. ”Dio, ne ho bisogno, yes.”

They had only just begun, and Dizzy was already melting, so deep in the passion that she almost didn’t register Ayumi’s words through the haze. She stretched her neck, exposing it like a sacrifice, giving her opponent full access.

”The edge.” Her voice reached a high falsetto, as Ayumi’s nibbling happened on a sweet. ”Please.”

[Parker]

It was good for the stream. The shuddering bed frame, the loud crash of wood to plaster as Ayumi forced her weight to make everything stay in motion. The sudden and almost violent display of eroticism on display that honestly wasn’t as harsh as it seemed, just framed in the right place with the right props. Had she immediately taken the young girl to the sheets the moment would have been lost by quiet shuffle. It was best to start things off with a bang to draw the eyes… it also helped to have her charming little partner eating out of her hand early. Ayumi was a confident woman, but success was not earned by resting on laurels, it was something seized through means and opportunity.

It was good for the stream. The shuddering bedframe, the sharp crash of wood against plaster as Ayumi forced her weight to keep everything in motion. thTheatrics woven from muscle and timing. The scene had all the trappings of violence, but the reality was far gentler, sculpted by props, by staging, by precision. What mattered was how it looked, how it sounded. And on camera, framed just so, it came across as deliciously explosive.

Had she dragged the girl quietly down into the sheets right away, the moment would have vanished into a hushed shuffle, energy bleeding away before it ever reached the audience. No, better to start with a bang. Better to jolt the room alive, to let the viewers feel the impact in their bones. Eyes locked in faster that way.

And Dizzy, her darling little partner, was already melting against her hand, practically eating from her palm. That was just as important. A show was nothing without the right dance partner, and Ayumi intended to set the rhythm from the very first note. Confidence radiated off her, but Ayumi knew better than to mistake confidence for complacency. Success wasn’t a trophy to polish; it was prey, and it had to be hunted, caught, claimed. Through means. Through opportunity. Through control.

Her smile curved wider as she pressed in, pinning Dizzy against the headboard, savoring the sound of the younger woman’s breath caught somewhere between nerves and thrill. The brunette opened herself up through her wanting, so the Velvet Vice felt it only right to give her the sweet damnation he wanted. Her lips were declarations as they claimed perch after perch on the smaller woman's collar. Her moans humming pleasantly against Dizzy’s flesh as she indulged in her taste, nipping at her tender neck. Then, with a sharp shift of her hips and a sweep of her arm, Ayumi seized that momentum again, this time hurling Dizzy down into the sheets with a theatrical toss that rippled the mattress and made the satin sigh.

The impact bounced Dizzy flat, her hair fanning wild across the pillows, her limbs spread just enough to look artfully helpless. Ayumi prowled after her, never breaking stride, and soon loomed above, a dark silhouette framed by soft light and softer fabric. She positioned herself at Dizzy’s head, her fingers curling over the woman’s biceps with a lover's touch but all her weight carried with it as she leaned to pin her down with fluid ease. Her frame descented, the soft curves of her breasts gliding down along the top of the brunette's head as Ayumi claimed her lips, the angle strange, upside down, but a tilt of the head made it work. A short affair though before she broke away, pinching Dizzy’s lower lip possessively between her teeth with the smallest of tugs.

On all fours, Ayumi arched, her curves drawn in sensuous lines beneath the black lace that hugged every contour. Her legs stretched long behind her, calves taut, her bare feet sinking lightly into the sheets. Facing away from the girl beneath her, she let her hips sway once, slow and deliberate, like a pendulum drawing eyes to its swing.

Ayumi lingered only a moment, letting the audience drink in the sight, the dark lace, the sway of her hips, the younger woman sprawled beneath her like a doll on satin. Then she moved, lowering herself with the grace of a predator closing in on its meal. Her chest descended first, heavy and deliberate, her curves pressing down to blanket Dizzy’s face in an intimate, engulfing smother. The lace traced over soft skin, her warmth settling like a velvet shroud as Ayumi bore her weight just enough to make the younger woman squirm.

As she settled to lounge over Dizzy, she let her arms spread over the smaller woman's shoulders to keep her pinned with her own biceps, letting the delicate work with her arms happen from the elbow and below. The first order of business was to pinch the zipper of her opponent's top, drawing it down with small teasing tugs. She didn't want it to be sudden, blind as Dizzy was, she wanted her to know what was happening. Her other hand traced the girl’s side, sliding up and down along the curves of her waist as easily as strumming a harp.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was going to lose this fall, and there wasn’t much she could do about that, even if she wasn’t 100% okay with that - which, oh my, was she ever. She had dreamed of being in this position with Ayumi. Granted, she dreamed of being in a similar position with most women she met, especially the ones who had a body like this, so that was hardly an exclusive club. Even so, the late-night fantasies she had with Ayumi were especially vivid, lusty affairs that came rushing back to her now, as they turned into a reality.

And to think, this wasn’t even the first time she’d had such a privilege. Life could truly be a blessing, sometimes.

It was impossible not to draw more comparisons between Ayumi and other women that Dizzy had encountered. She had the force of Viper, but the subtle sensuality of Allie, with more than a little of Lacramioara’s theatricality and eye for flair. That last one came to Dizzy’s mind the most, as the woman threw her about in a sexual frenzy. She always hated those BDSM videos were the girl simply laid back and let herself be done to, taking everything and giving nothing. Anyone could lose, but the best lost and made it look good. That was going to be her goal.

Every kiss from Ayumi brought a new noise, higher and hotter than the last, as if she were an instrument to be played by touch. It wasn’t all fake, of course, but Dizzy put effort into sounding far more distressed than she really was, in making her struggles frantic and furious. She was the young, helpless upstart and Ayumi was the dangerous veteran dominating her with ease, dominating her, consuming her.

”Ah, Ayumi.” Her words were disparate and desperate, pleading and pleased. ”I can’t, I can’t-”

Down she went, hurled into the mattress with frightening ease. It wasn’t as if she came down on the floor, mind you, and Dizzy could’ve sat up if she cared to - but she didn’t. Instead, she wallowed and squirm, overselling her dazed state as the prowling predator drew closer by the second. She started to sit up, only to have Ayumi pin her back down by the shoulders. Her face loomed large over head, her hot breath poured over Dizzy’s face like a furnace.

Then came the kiss. Dizzy sold the surprise with a meek squeak that echoed into Ayumi’s mouth, but she doubted either of them was unfamiliar with this angle, and the scene behind their lips told the real story. While the rest of her body struggled in vain to escape the iron grip, her tongue eagerly met her lover’s and embraced it like a long-lost friend, swirling around Ayumi’s maw as if she were trying to map out every inch of future reference.

She gasped, a hoarse and harsh sound, when Ayumi finally pulled away, and started sucking in all the air she could, knowing she would need as much as she could spare. False fear took over her face as the woman’s full breasts descended over it, engulfing her features in hot, teasing flesh and plunging her world into a welcoming darkness.

An ass woman Dizzy may be, but that hardly meant she had problems with breasts, and Ayumi’s were completely to her tastes. A low, rumbling moan reverberated through the bed, as her muffled screams left it rattling, and her legs kicked about in a frenzy - though, funnily enough, one that wouldn’t come close to hitting Ayumi in the head. All the while her tongue and teeth worked away on Ayumi’s breasts, nibbling and licking, to maximize whatever time she had left awake.

And she didn’t fail to notice the hand on her chest, the one slowly peeling away her top. It went down, further and further, until the room’s dim lights revealed her choice of under attire - namely a tight bra with penguins printed along the design, clinging to her barely-there chest. Not exactly serious wrestling attire, but she felt it complemented her bratty style.

[Parker]

Ayumi could feel every twitch, every frantic kick, every muffled noise rattling through the girl beneath her. Dizzy was selling the desperation beautifully, half performance, half raw surrender, and Ayumi soaked it in with a predator’s patience. The bed shuddered with each writhing motion, but Ayumi’s weight and leverage would have made the effort laughably futile even if it had been fully realized.

She leaned forward, settling her chest more firmly over Dizzy’s face, adjusting just enough so the younger woman’s nose and mouth vanished deeper into her flesh. A smile curved Ayumi’s lips, sultry and knowing. “Mmm… such spirit,” she purred, her tone low and teasing, meant more for the cameras than for Dizzy herself. “You fight so hard but what's it all for?”

The hands on Dizzy’s chest lingered, fingers spreading lightly to press down over her sternum, pinning her heartbeat beneath her palm. She could feel the frantic rhythm racing under her touch, the rapid thrum of panic laced with pleasure. Every muffled moan against her breasts vibrated warmly through her, sending little sparks of satisfaction to her core. As she peeled back her clothing like the skin of a juicy fruit, she wished to sample.

The brunette made the whole process that much more enjoyable. Not just her struggles, which would read superb to those watching at home, but the needling nips and kisses she feverishly laid upon Ayumi while enveloped in the soft recesses of her cleavage. Perhaps that was why she took her time, though no one was the wiser.

There was a small bit of surprise painted on her face when she unveiled the young girl’s bra. A curious sight that received a genuine laugh from her that was airy and light, but breaking the moment of sultry mystique she had been cultivating. With a smirk, she slipped her fingers over the fabric, easily finding the perked nipples pressed firm beneath and pinched them tightly, giving them both a small twist. A careful ear listening, a shift in her weight to grind down on Dizzy to try to feel her reaction.

She’d waste little more time in poking and prodding, knowing she had placed her small opponent on the clock. There was only so much oxygen to be had, and Ayumi had a list of things she still wished to do. Ayumi has her head in a small toss, sending a cascade of lavender and neon pinks to fall like a curtain over Dizzy’s chest. She then tugged her top up, penguins and all, lowering her lips to wrap around the girl’s areola, pinching it between her teeth lightly as she suckled and lashed at it with her tongue.

The affection was accompanied by a brief lift and a heavy drop back down over Dizzy’s face, forcing her deeper into the sheets again. Hand roams wilds, brushing the length of the girl before digging the tips of her nails, ever so slightly to draw them back. All that was needed from her was to smother the girl out, but this was still a contest after all. She saw no reason why she couldn’t put on a fantastic show and give herself an edge, however unneeded, going into the next round by burning off some of the brunette’s boundless energy.

[BlackAkuma]

People would think that, because Dizzy was so small, she wouldn’t be able to hold her breath for too long, but it was actually quite the opposite. Maybe it just came from a wealth of experience or maybe it was some quirk of her size that she didn’t know enough about anatomy to describe adequately. Still, whatever the case, she was actually pretty good at holding her breath for extended amounts of time, especially when she had a good reason to - and, right now, she couldn't think of a better one.

Every second spent conscious under Ayumi was one she cherished, loving as the woman ground down above her and asserted her dominance in record time. Even as she lavishly lapped at the Velvet Vice’s bountiful chest, she kept her breathing under control and rationed every breath, knowing exactly how to keep her body going for as long as possible.

Holding on like this was more than worth it, especially when she heard - or rather, felt - Ayumi’s genuine laugh when she saw her choice of outfit for the day. Dizzy had sexier things in her drawer, but she knew that her opponent was going to be more than enough seduction for the cameras. There were times when Dizzy could play the more mature girl, and times when she was better off being the brat and leaning on her natural demeanor. This was the latter.

If the pinches on her nipple were any indication, Ayumi approved. Dizzy squealed beneath her tormentress, both from the pain and exhilaration, and arched her back to push her chest up, as if to make it even easier for Ayumi to access.

It would’ve been enough to get Dizzy going by itself. But Ayumi had so much more for her.

Dizzy’s bra was pulled down, her chest exposed to the world, and she barely had time to register before she felt hungry, wanting lips on his skin, latching on and working their magic. Her breasts weren’t much to speak of, and women sometimes overlooked them in sex - Ayumi wouldn’t be one of them.

”Oh, fuck-” Dizzy’s gasped as Ayumi lifted up, giving her a moment to suck in a lungful of air before she descended once more and cast her into the sweet darkness. This time her struggles were slower and more sluggish, as the mounting pleasure took its toll. Her struggles were more like minstrations, gyrations, twisting at Ayumi’s every touch. Her hands reached up, first in a futile attempt to push Ayumi off, then merely to explore her body, feeling to roam over as much of it as her little hands could find.

And her tongue? Well, she tried to give Ayumi the same attention she was giving her. Not the easiest thing to do with the breasts that were simultaneously smothering her out, but that didn't’ stop the attempt.

[Parker]

Ayumi couldn’t suppress the soft, lilting laugh that escaped her as Dizzy babbled through what breath she could steal. The younger woman’s bluntness, her messy charm, and that endless well of energy, it all struck Ayumi as irresistibly entertaining. What she would have given for a fiery little thing like her as a roommate a few years back to help keep her motivated. And those penguins? Oh yes. She would absolutely ask about those later.

Her amusement gave way to hunger as she shifted, parting her lips wide to engulf Dizzy’s petite breast with brazen enthusiasm. No subtle teasing, no delicate brush of her tongue, Ayumi consumed her with greedy, vacuum sealed pulls, exaggerated and showy for the camera. When she’d claimed one breast with her mouth, she moved without hesitation to the other, her fingers sweeping back in greedy strokes to keep both firmly under her attention. Her palm pressed and kneaded at the saliva slick swell, while her lips sealed wet, heated kisses to the other.

Every so often, a gasp broke against Dizzy’s skin when the girl’s frantic tongue or teeth caught her just right. Ayumi buried her harder in answer, smothering her deeper, a lesson in who held the reins. The camera adored domination, and Ayumi had no intention of offering less than a spectacle. She even let her legs lift slightly, knees bent, feet kicking idly behind her as she worked, savoring the little details: the waning warmth of Dizzy’s breath, the helpless twitch of her thighs, the subtle tremors in her shoulders. Ayumi knew the art of riding the edge, coaxing, denying, drawing out every flicker of life without allowing escape.

When she felt Dizzy slackening, her fight beginning to taper, Ayumi shifted gears. She cupped both of those perky tits in her palms and gave a sudden, firm squeeze, nails pricking lightly into tender flesh. Dizzy jerked beneath her, just as Ayumi intended, and Ayumi arched herself into the moment, chest thrust forward, head tossed back so her lavender and pink hair spilled like silk over her bare shoulders. Her smile turned sly as tilted her chin down just long enough to blow a teasing kiss at the girl’s flushed face, punctuating it with a playful wink to remind her that Ayumi had been paying attention.

Then came the endgame. Ayumi shoved Dizzy flat against the sheets and slid forward in one fluid hop, planting herself firmly down across the younger woman’s face. Her hips rolled slow, deliberate, smothering the girl beneath the plush curve of her backside. She ground down with a sway of her hips from side to side, luxuriating in the snug fit, while her hands roamed possessively. Her nails dragged down Dizzy’s body in lazy scratches until they reached her waist, where Ayumi snapped her wrist, delivering a sharp smack over the girl’s covered crotch, a sting meant to rouse a reaction.

The brunette’s legs kicked, but Ayumi was ready. She scooped each up, tucking them under her arms, folding Dizzy ruthlessly into a reverse schoolgirl pin. The girl was bent double, helpless, while Ayumi sat high atop her, hands clamping over the backs of her thighs, fingers dancing over the fabric there as though testing the tension of prey caught in a net.

And then, with supreme control, she began to move. Her hips rolled and ground, pressing Dizzy deeper into the dark, heated prison of her body. There would be no teasing reprieve, no stolen gasp of air this time. Ayumi’s smile glowed as she bore down, savoring every second of her ultimate triumph. This was Dizzy’s fate: to be folded, smothered, and lost beneath her until she faded away.

[BlackAkuma]

Even though Dizzy had only known this woman for an achingly short amount of time, she already suspected she could make a long list of words to describe her with. ‘Alluring’. ‘Intriguing’. ‘Sexy-as-fuck’. All of these applied.

But ‘subtle’? Oh, not that one. Dizzy had thought she was an aggressive lover, but god, Ayumi was putting her to shame. Or she would’ve, if she’d ever been capable of feeling such a thing. Those lips on her tits latched on, tight and unyielding, pouring pleasure straight into her, while her free hand manipulated the other breast with practiced efficiency. Even for Dizzy, someone who immersed herself in pleasure at every opportunity, it was almost too much.

Her spasms grew frantic, frenetic, as she unraveled beneath Ayumi’s maddening touch. She tried to match the woman’s passion with her own, but she knew there was no equivalent exchange here - while she was good for her age, Ayumi was simply on another level. One she was working towards, maybe, but nowhere near.

Her touch was sloppy; Ayumi’s was refined. She kissed at random, while Ayumi seemed to always know just how much to give, when to pull back, when to drive harder. And all the while, Dizzy’s oxygen-starved lungs drove her farther into the darkness, until…

Light and life. Dizzy gasped deep and drew breath again as Ayumi pulled away, though her tongue shot out as it parted, reflexively craving more. Even through the haze, she caught that wink, and smiled up wryly in response.

If the camera caught that, it might’ve ruined the illusion, but Ayumi had a quick solution. Her ass - rounded, smooth, perfect - came over and settled on Dizzy’s face, fitting over her features as if it was made for them. A deep, guttural scream echoed through Ayumi’s hips, as the tiny Italian was given everything she could’ve wanted in an instant, and her body went into a fit, writhing with pleasure.

Ayumi had an answer for that, too, as she reached down, pulled Dizzy’s legs up, and folded her like a piece of paper. She was going nowhere. Not that she wanted to, mind you, but she understood the game.

Rocking, rolling, grinding. Ayumi gyrated against her face, pressing her into the bed, burying her face under the flesh and working her in deep. There was no air this time, which was fine with her. Dizzy was getting so much already, consciousness seemed like a good enough deal…but, even so, she could add on a little more, right?

The tongue. Dizzy focused, slipped it out, and slid it in between Ayumi’s legs as she gyrated. It wouldn’t be easy, with her brain already beginning to shut down, but she was determined to give this woman back some small measure of the pleasure she was giving her. She slithered in that darkness, hunting for her opponent’s sweet spot, so close, so close…

[Parker]

Ayumi sat firmly astride her opponent, the reverse schoolgirl pin holding Dizzy bent and folded beneath her with nowhere to go. Every sway of her hips pressed the brunette deeper into the mattress, the weight of Ayumi’s body grinding her down as if she were staking her claim over every inch of space Dizzy occupied. The brunette wasn’t the first to be snuffed out beneath her in competitive competition, nor would she be the last.

Generally there were muffled screams, frantic bucking, then the acceptable of the inevitable. This girl however had other ideas rather than going quietly into the night.

The Italian’s body writhed beneath her, frantic at first, then more purposeful, and Ayumi felt the change. Dizzy was struggling to escape, she was testing her, teasing in small, stubborn ways. A faint twitch here, a nudge there, all subtle, all deliberate.

Ayumi drew in a slow breath, her chest rising as she disguised the sensation with a languid smile. From the outside, it looked like pure dominance, as though she were simply reveling in Dizzy’s helplessness. But her legs flexed a little tighter around her opponent’s frame, clamping her in with the casual ease of someone who could smother out every ounce of fight if she chose to.

“Persistent little kitten,” she murmured, her voice calm and teasing, meant for Dizzy’s ears but projected enough for the audience to savor. Her nails grazed lightly along Dizzy’s thighs, stroking them as if the girl were a pet.

Even when Dizzy’s energy began to flicker, she persisted stubbornly, poking, prodding. Any other time Ayumi’s attire would have come between her opponent and her body, making the brunette's efforts pointless. Tonight though, the lingerie she wore road high and tight, letting that tongue bump along the edges, an even flick beneath. Ayumi quivered, a hitched breath, turning her head so the camera didn’t catch her look of surprise. With a measured breath she wiggled again, trying to be illusive but forced to remain close due to the nature of the moment. It wouldn't do her any good letting Dizzy fluster her now, before the next round began.


Ayumi’s hands drew back to the underside of Dizzy's knees in her grasp and she pushed down, testing the limits of the girl's flexibility by pushing her weight into compressing her. The hope was the more she pushed on her end, the lessen the damage Dizzy could do to her resolve.

[BlackAkuma]

Times like this, Dizzy wished she didn’t need to breathe. She wished she could just lay there and let Ayumi smother her for hours. Just sit and bask in her heat, her taste, her scent. This heavenly softness, all over her…

It helped that Ayumi was good at what she did. Dizzy had been facesat by all kinds of women before, and while she happy in general to have cheeks on her face, there were levels to it. As with all things, there was a way to do it and a way to do it well, something too many women overlooked. Some thought it was a simple as just plopping down and waiting, but the best ones made it a spectacle.

Ayumi was the holotype for that. Dizzy could only imagine what she was doing above, but if it was anything like she pictured, it was nothing short of art—controlling her, manipulating her, making her utterly helpless and displaying pure dominance.

It was such a shame she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for much longer, then. Dizzy kept up her ministrations, licking away and giving Ayumi all the pleasure she could, but she did need oxygen, and she was quickly running out of her daily minimum. A deep, rumbling hum came out as Ayumi put her flexibility to the test, but it was fading fast, growing weaker with each passing second.

The strength fled her body, the spasms turned to twitches, and Ayumi just might be able to feel the curve of Dizzy’s lips as she let the darkness take her…

[Parker]

Ayumi rode out the last of Dizzy’s struggles, her hips sinking lower, her balance steady and controlled as the girl’s twitching gradually ebbed away. The weaker Dizzy became and the less voracious her tongue and lips came to be, Ayumi’s power and confidence returned, leaving only a rosy hue on her cheeks to note the brunette had been hard at work out of sight. She could feel it in the soft slackening of limbs, the way the tension drained from her opponent’s body, the clear, telling signs that Dizzy had slipped under.

“Mm…” A satisfied hum slipped from Ayumi as she untucked her arms to let the brunette’s legs unfurl to softly collide in a small upheaval of sheets as they limply hit the bed. Finally, she unseated herself, rolling smoothly to the side to ease onto the bed. Settling down next to her fallen opponent, her chest rising and falling with calm, even breaths, as though she’d never once been in danger, though there was a world in which things could have turned around had Dizzy not resigned herself as easily to her fate. Ayumi had in some ways underestimated the girl and got a taste of what was to come if the brunette was able to act unimpeded. For those watching, though, the contrast of her stoically presenting as unfazed over her unconscious foe made the moment even more striking.

With languid grace, she pulled Dizzy’s limp form across her lap, letting the unconscious girl’s head rest against the bed sheets. Curiosity flickered across Ayumi’s features then. Her hand trailed lower, tracing down the curve of Dizzy’s spine before giving a small tug at the waistband of her pants, just enough to peek at the contents within, confirming if the girl’s panties matched her bra. A sly smirk curved her lips.

“Interesting…” she murmured under her breath, the single word carrying all the weight of private amusement. With that, she let the waistband snap back into place, her expression one of quiet satisfaction as the crowd buzzed at the casual show of ownership. She brought a hand up, and clapped it firmly down across Dizzy’s backside, a sharp crack to awaken her and a fierce grope to work her out of her haze quickly.