How to make Abs of Steel [Stick & Kyoko]

[thesteedman]

If an expression could speak a thousand words, it was Stick's right now. She looked in fear, her instant reaction to try and remove herself from the equation, her intent to slip from the cushioned surface she was lying upon. However, by now, Kyoko was straddling over her hips, and her hands were beginning to firmly press down against her well defined bare midriff. It caused her to groan ever so slightly, all too aware of Kyoko's reputation and which area she tended to target with her wrath. Stick bit on her lower lip, grasping at Kyoko's wrists to try and relieve some of the growing pressure against her wash board abs. She listened to what Kyoko had to say, listening as she heavily hinted at her distain for folks like Stick.

"Heh... Yeah, you are right! I... I hate those kinds of people too! Cowards! People like Cersei and Bast.. C.. can't stand them." Stick spoke in a nervous fashion, no doubt trying to deflect the subject at hand onto someone else. It was obvious to even Stick however that Kyoko was talking about her, but she was trying to simply play the fool at this point, anything to try and worm her way out of the situation.
"Umm... Listen... Thank you very much for the massage.... It... it was fantastic. I'm clearly in your debt for such a great job. M... maybe if you let me return the favour we can call it even and... and we can go about our own way?" Stick would try to reason. However, she felt Kyoko's strong fingers slowly beginning to dig into her abs, making her alluring midriff tense up. A soft moan slipped from Stick's lips as she grasped at Kyoko's wrists... but she had no chance of overpowering the wrestler, as her bare belly strained a little with the growing pressure of a stomach claw.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick was not a fighter even though she had a body that said she could be if she actually tried to. Kyoko normally kept people who couldn't fight off her list of people she would harm intentionally, it reminded her too much of the bullies she used to beat up in school. Stick was only on her radar because of her manager status and the way she used Stone that made her sick even if it was a mutual agreement, which by the way Stone acted was something she doubted. Kyoko's hand stayed on Sticks stomach to keep her from moving while her thoughts debated if she should actually do this. Honestly scaring her like this was almost good enough to make Kyoko want to drag it out and leave Stick running scared with the warning to better her attitude if she was going to be a manager. But as her hand ran through those abs she felt herself unable to resist the allure. Stick had a nice body and the way it tensed up told her she had to give it a punch or two. She pretended to be pleased by smiling and nodding her head to Stick's words before she would give Stick another hard push with her palm.

"Wait a moment Stick. The back massage was only one of the things you asked for, I still need to give you that stomach massage, I've heard that I do a better job than anyone." Kyoko said giving her stomach a few tight squeezes while her hand clawed it feeling the tense ab muscles of the very scared Stick wondering what she would need to do to get out of this. "Do you want the slow one or the quick one?" She asked menacingly while she watched Stick's face the entire time.

[thesteedman]

By now, Stick knew she was in serious trouble. Kyoko was one of the most dangerous women in the LAW, and she made no secret of her facination for a good midriff, one that Stick regrettably possessed at this moment in time. Stick's abs strained a little as Kyoko began to press her hands down, getting a good feel for her hard and well defined stomach within her own lightly oiled hands. Her fingers would dig into her stomach muscles, making Stick gasp out, her body contorting slightly as she continued to try and pry against her wrists.

She could not hope to match Kyoko's strength.
"Oh... the... the quick one... the quick one..." Stick gasped out, biting on her lower lip to try and stifle a cry of pain as Kyoko's hands began to squeeze and firmly claw at her bare midriff. Her legs writhed and Stick's head whipped back, her body tensing up to endure this new form of massage that was not quite as relaxing. In her panic, Stick actually managed to form an offencive all at once, managing to bring one of her legs up before she tried to kick Kyoko in the chest! It was clearly a move of desperation, looking to try and seperate the two of them.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick had a very justified fear of being where she was, Kyoko was not one for mercy when with someone she didn't like and anyone who managed to tick her off who knew she wasn't good enough to beat her in a fight was a terrifying thought. It motivated her to stay still and hope she could get Kyoko to leave her alone, but once that sounded impossible she got desperate again and actually went for a knee that hit her the chest.

"Ngh." Kyoko groaned, feeling the knee strike her in the chest, causing her to take a step back and bring her other hand to her chest. The one still on her stomach remained squeezing the tight midriff of the manager before Kyoko smirked. "I understand, quick." Kyoko said raising her hand and for the first time going for a punch, one that would hit Stick's belly with enough force to keep her from going for another knee.

[thesteedman]

Stick tried to seize the opportunity to make a break for it, but she was no fighter at the end of the day. Her strike got somewhat lucky, catching Kyoko well against the chest, even making the legend of a wrestler take a step back. It was more through surprise that the manager achieved such a feat, as Kyoko was clearly unhurt by the knee, and despite taking a step back, she still had one of her hands pressed firmly against the bare midriff of her captive. As such, Stick could not get free, her intent to flee being cut short before it could even fabricate. She gasped out as Kyoko squeezed her stomach, making her abs strain as she once more gripped at her wrist with both hands.

It was alarming, knowing both her hands could not remove one of Kyoko's. She was so distracted by the stomach claw from her attacker, that she failed to see what was coming next. A loud thud echoed in the massage room as Kyoko's knuckles buried deep into Stick's well defined stomach. A loud groan of shock and pain was forced from Stick as the impact of the blow caused her to sit up slightly. She moaned in discomfort, feeling the air leave her lungs. Her legs writhed, her body folded around the fist in her belly, before she collapsed back, gasping out loud. For one as annoying as Stick could be, she was certainly a beauty to behold. Her midriff strained, as Stick was left gasping for air, with her hair flowing over her eyes a little.

That strike hurt like hell... but what was even more frightening, was that she could tell Kyoko was holding back. There was no way that was her strongest blow, otherwise Stick would be in a worst state. The wrestler was merely testing her, no doubt having a good feel for what she could take after grasping and squeezing her midriff.
"Uuh... Dammit.." Stick gasped out, left winded and stunned.

[Fairy Dragon]

One punch had stopped Stick from fleeing, folding and jumping around the punch while still on the table. As strong as her abs felt she lacked a fighters endurance and the punch showed that. She had picked out a spot out of the way that she wouldn't disturb things but she still didn't want Stick being loud and bringing any unwanted eyes. She knew just how to make sure Stick stopped screaming, getting on the table while she was still laying down and actually jumping down on her to make them slam into one another, her core meeting Stick's own.

"Since you wanted it quick we should hurry this up." Stick wasn't tightening up after the first punch and even if she was she wouldn't be able to compete with her own abs. The move would hurt but the important part was that it would keep Stick winded, unable to scream and still at Kyoko's mercy.

[thesteedman]

Stick had barely recovered from the strike Kyoko had inflicted upon her bare stomach when she followed up with a firm splash of sorts. It was not a full wrestling version of the technique, but it was still enough to bring down the Manager of Stone. All at once, she felt the weight of Kyoko come down upon her, pinning her to the soft table before Kyoko's own form settled against her own. Her chest pressed against Stick's, her legs entwining with her own lightly to no doubt keep her from slipping away.

It was her core however that became the biggest culprit of the discomfort of the entire move. Stick gasped out quietly, feeling Kyoko's bare abs grind up against her own, dominating her own stomach muscles. Kyoko had a well-known reputation, and all at once Stick realised she was becoming a victim of Kyoko's own fascinations. If there was a time to curse her own figure, Stick knew it was now, as she felt Kyoko's core tense up, her abs hardening and dominating Stick's, leaving her own core sore within mere moments as she could not hope to compete.

She gasped out, unable to shift Kyoko as she pushed at her sides and tried to separate their bare midriffs. On the outside, the view of two women in a lack of attire, grinding together would have looked sensual, and in other circumstances, Stick may have actually enjoyed such an experience... but there was nothing romantic about this. Kyoko was showing off her superior core to Sticks, forcing a moan of pain from the manager’s lips.
"Uugh... I.... I feel relaxed already!" Stick whispered between breaths, trying to untangle her legs, still pushing against Kyoko's hips as she felt her bare stomach firmly press and grind against her own, dominating her.

[Fairy Dragon]

Her fall put her perfectly in line with Stick's body and forced a contest of abs that she wasn't prepared for. Judging by the way her toned abs felt untested, the end result would be the same even if Kyoko had given her fair warning and was the main reason Kyoko's attack was still somewhat playful even when she intended the same kind of harm. While she had a few reasons to dislike the manager it wasn't enough to give her the kind of beating that she would give a fighter her same size and look, if she wasn't a pain in the wrestling world she wouldn't be doing this at all. But she did enjoy her abs grinding another down even with her and seeing Stick struggle and try to untangle herself so she could escape. Not sure where she thought she could go without Kyoko stopping her, but desperation could make you act without thinking.

"I still need to work at a manageable pace, it won't take long." Kyoko said. Her arms starting to wrap around Stick's waist and pull her close, the two were already tightly against each other with their midriffs testing one another, and now Kyoko wanted to make that connection closer forcing her elgs down to keep Stick from using them and tightening her abs before she would start squeezing.

[thesteedman]

Stick gasped as she felt Kyoko's trained and battle hardened midriff begin to tense up and dominate her own. Despite how good Stick's belly was upon the eyes, her endurance and core strength was no match for Kyoko who was a professional wrestler and highly established name in LAW. She felt Kyoko's bare legs entwine with her own, whilst her hands held down Stick's wrists, lying full body against the manager in what looked like a sensual display, but was quite the opposite. Stick could not move, and her body was stretched, allowing Kyoko's midriff to press and grind deeper against the red haired beauty's.

Stick moaned out in discomfort, her blessings being that at least Kyoko was not going all out against her. Stick bridged and writhed, but all it did was serve Kyoko more, allowing her belly to tense up and grind down Stick's, making her own alluring midriff strain from the pressure and dominance that was Kyoko's form. Stick's attempts at diplomacy had the opposite effect that she desired, as after a few minutes of grinding torture, Kyoko opted to release her wrists.

Powerful arms wrapped around her waist, making Stick groan breathlessly. If it had been bad before, it was about to get worse, as Kyoko locked in a deep bearhug, forcing Stick's bare midriff to mesh deeper against Kyoko's. Stick once more tried to pry against her hips, feeling Kyoko dock her core against Stick all the more, but she could not budge her at all. Kyoko was face to face with her captive, forcing moans and gasps from the bikini clad Stick.
"Ugh... you're... crushing me..." Stick gasped out breathlessly, though quietly, despite the discomfort there were other thoughts going through Stick's mind right now, feeling Kyoko's powerful body dominating her own.

[Fairy Dragon]

The torture she had in mind for Stick was one that would be messing with Stick's head the same way she did her body. Kyoko wanted to make her understand the problem with her acting the way she did if she wasn't going to learn or be able to defend herself, it was her own way of punishing someone who knew they had no hope of defending themselves because they didn't try to learn. Seeing Stick slowly process what Kyoko was doing to her and how it was slowly becoming a bearhug that would crush the life out of her. "Yeah, I was planning to punch you instead. My plans changed when you chose quick, so I'm going to give this waist a squeeze or two and quickly watch my abs break yours. If I punched you I'd be taking my time to savor each one, this will still be fun...for me at least." Kyoko said holding her close and tighteing her grip before flexing her abs and beginning the bearhug in earnest.

"People are trying to relax here so do your best to avoid screaming and I'll do my best to go all out." Kyoko said rubbing her abs against her while squeezing. She wasn't joking about how hard she would do it, wanting to see Stick's abs give up as soon as possible, which she knew wouldn't take long given how their midriffs had a clear difference in power already and once she got started it would be like Stick was being bashed against a rock.