Holly & Blanco's S+M Session ... [for BlackAkuma]

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly shivered as Sabine touched her thigh, before she could catch herself. There was a hiss as Holly took in a breath, and her body squirmed in the ropes just a little bit more. The helpless British Bombshell just had to watch her man get pulled out of the room by a woman with very clear intentions and more than enough capability to carry them out, but Holly tried to remember that she had her own problems to deal with, at the moment. She looked up to Sabine and tried to look calm and collected.

“C-coming,” Holly said, nodding meekly as she was pulled off the bed and lead into the room where food was waiting for them. She tried to remember the last time she had German cooking, but it was long enough ago that the memories weren’t coming. Holly’s arms remained demurely held in front of her, though she wanted to make some effort to cover her nearly-nude body in front of their captors. Entering the room, however, Holly’s face flushed pink as she saw Morrigan leaning eagerly over Blanco.

“Oh, yeah,” Blanco said eagerly at first, though he shivered when he felt Morrigan’s tongue slide across the mask. “U-um, the most legendary luchadores wouldn’t even take them off at home. They had specific masks tailored for eating, with larger openings for the mouth. Others would have different material masks for showering after a bout. I tried to avoid that with my mask cut, but, uh …” Blanco caught himself halfway through nerding out, stopping suddenly. Fortunately, Sabine’s admonishment to Morrigan kept him from having to answer Morrigan’s question, saving him from upsetting his mistress for the evening …

[BlackAkuma]

Morrigan grumbled a bit, but decided not to press the issue - they had, indeed, discussed this. As much as she wanted to see what he looked like under there, Sabine had given her a long lecture about Lucha tradition, and how important it was to Blanco’s heritage, and how she should respect his traditions and blah blah blah. She didn’t really get it, but whatever, she could play nice. Far be it for a dominatrix to give someone crap for their style, she supposed.

She sighed, gave him a quick bite on the neck, then eased back into her seat as Sabine moved to make their plates, setting out equal portions for all of them. ”It all sounds like a terrible hassle, I can’t even imagine. But I guess if it was easy, more people would be doing it. That’s tradition for you.”

With all the skill of a world-class waiter, Sabine set out their plates, one after the other, leaving the succulent dishes in front of them.

Bon Appetite

She finished hers last, then promptly sat beside Holly, wiggling a bit to make herself most comfortable. Holly’s reservations didn’t go unnoticed, however. ”Make yourself comfortable, by all means. If you’d like I have a robe I could fetch you, though it won’t be quite your size, I’m sorry to say.”

[Luncha_Libre]

“AH!” Blanco gasped as Morrigan bit on his neck, sending a chill down his spine. Thankfully, however, that was the end of it. In reality, if Morrigan had wanted to peel off his mask, he wouldn’t have had a choice. It wasn’t as if he’d lost it in a match, he could put it back on whenever the two allowed him and Holly to drag their spent bodies home, but at least he got to keep some honor …

The tone shifted as the food was delivered. The smells of it all filled the room and created a much more chill atmosphere than Holly or Blanco had expected. The duo ate well, and shared their gratitude as they finished up the well-crafted meal. Allowing their food to settle, the couple sat in silence. They looked one another over through the meal, exchanging looks between the lingering looks between one another’s captive bodies, and the imposing figures of the women who had conquered them. There was a noticeable charge in the air, but also nerves. It was as if Blanco and Holly were getting flustered and even a bit excited about their situation … but still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I … I’m alright,” Holly said, when offered a robe. Her cheeks were flush, and she still couldn’t help but squirm a little at her situation. “I can do this, as is. I wouldn’t want to be a bother, and, I mean, I’m already here …” Holly nodded, trying to put a stiff upper lip on. She could accept her fate, she told herself, no need to try and preserve her modesty now ...

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan wasn’t about to complain about Holly choosing to stay unrobed - while Blanco was her focus for the night, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the sight of the Britishwoman laid bare. For her part, Sabine nodded as she sat down, taking her place beside Holly and given the woman a playful bump with her shoulder. ”Suit yourself, Holly, but it wouldn’t be a bother. You might be my prisoner, but you are also my guest. You comfort is my concern.”

”Eh, speak for yourself.” Morrigan was quick to butt in, a she started fishing through her dish with a fork. Her other hand went off to more adventurous pursuits, as it found its way to Blanco’s thigh and gave it a gentle rub. Just a little massage, nothing too erotic. For the moment.

”So, lass.” She waved the fork towards Holly after scarfing down half a sausage. ”This whole thing, the whole Pollyanna thing you’re doing, it’s not an act? You’re really like this, 24/7?”

Sabine took her time with her meal, choosing to divide it up neatly before proceeding. ”Not all of us need to be so boisterous, Jack.” She brought the tone of a mother lightly chiding her children. ”A little humility can go a long way.”

”She’s got a damn sight more than ‘a little’.” The Morrigan chuckled and ripped another sausage to shreds with her teeth. ”This is wrestling, it’s cutthroat. Toughen up a little, show some teeth.”

[Luncha_Libre]

The couple sat between the two burlier women, Holly visibly squirming a bit more than her man was. Still, the both of them couldn’t help but look and feel a bit vulnerable as they sat there at the table, barely clothed, finishing up an awkward but delicious meal with the women who had just beaten them both soundly, and were preparing to work them over again.

“W-what?” Holly asked, when addressed about her ‘Pollyanna act.’ “What are you talking about? I … I’m sorry, my what act?” Blanco, who couldn't help but squirm as Morrigan was massaging his thigh, suddenly let out a laugh at Holly’s reaction, as if he knew better than she did what was being talked about, here.

“I-I’m tough enough,” Holly said, sounding a little defensive as she took a few more bites. “Why does everyone say that about me? I hit as hard as I can, and I go as hard as I can in the ring! It’s not my fault that isn’t very hard …”

“We all know you’re doing your best, love,” Blanco said, patting Holly’s shoulder, giving it a bit of a massage.

“And you know what?” Holly continued, indignant, “I’m also upholding the rules! We both do! It’s not our fault so many other wrestlers break the rules all the time … and that means they beat us … and then take advantage of our bodies … eeergh …” Holly deflated a bit, pouting as she stared at her plate.

[BlackAkuma]

Morrigan couldn't help but laugh along with Blanco at Holly’s little outburst. It was enough to even make her stop rubbing his thighs for a few seconds, though she was quick enough to go back to it - his muscles just felt too good in her palms for her to quit doing that for too long. Still, watching this woman squirm was too priceless. It was easy to see why they’d had so many similar experiences in the past. She

”So it’s not an act, you’re just this submissive.” She had a quick sip of water, covering her smile as she quaffed it down. ”Adorable. Really. You’re like the little engine that could, just chugging along…”

For her part, Sabine was content to idly chew her food as she listened to Holly make her impassioned plea, protesting with such spirit. These were clearly things she had told herself in some form or another quite a few times, though she wasn’t sure how much she believed them, in truth.

”I’m sure you try your best, Holly.” She brought her mother’s tone, trying to comfort and console. ”No one doubts that.”

”I do.”

Sabine affixed Morrigan with a level gaze, and got a mischief wink back in response. ”As I said, no one.” She rubbed Holly’s other shoulder to double up on the encouragement. ”But tell me, and be honest - do you, in some small way, enjoy such treatment? Does it thrill you? Excite? There’s no shame in such things, if so.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly rubbed her face with both hands, trying to push through the embarrassment and try to salvage some of her dignity. She wasn’t entirely sure why, at this point, but it felt important to do so. Holly sighed, shoulders slouched. Blanco rubbed her upper back, and the two exchanged a shrug. Wordlessly, the agreed it wasn’t that big a deal …

“I’m sorry, what?” Holly asked, as Sabine continued talking to her. Holly’s eyebrows jolted up as Sabine said her piece and offered her theory as to how Holly’s career had been going … and why. Holly’s cheeks flushed red, and self-consciously she tried to sit extra straight. “I don’t think that’s it …”

Holly scowled, and Blanco shifted uncomfortably … and not just because of the hand massaging his thigh. Holly sighed, then continued.

“Trust me, I will absolutely take any opportunity I can get, to get one up on my opponents. Just to end one match not on my back, staring up at my own heaving rack through my tears, peering past it to see the man or woman who just kicked my ass posing and flexing …”

“It’s my fault,” Blanco said, with a sigh. “I was the one that trained her at first. For a match we had, and, well, we keep working on it …”

“It would likely help if our wrestling sessions stayed wrestling sessions!” Holly said, hitting her man in the arm, her self-pity disappearing for a moment as she and Blanco shared a chuckle.

[BlackAkuma]

While Sabine could’ve thought of a few things to interject with, she kept silent as Holly bared her soul, going on a small rant about her time as a wrestler. It was hard not to sympathize with the Briton as she laid out her grievances, not to hear the pain in her voice. While she would never say that being a dominant woman was easy, there was some security in always being the one on top, in being in control. Sabine often wondered what things would be like if she lost that control and if she found herself in a similar situation as Holly. Would she be able to endure, as this woman had? Or would she crumble under the pressure of mounting failure? It was an interesting question to ask, and she was thankful, in a small way, that she would likely never know the answer.

”Apologies, I meant no offense.” She reached over to put a comforting hand on Holly’s shoulder and gave her a reassuring rub. ” Many take pleasure in such things but pretend not to. It can be hard to tell the difference sometimes, though I urge you not to discount such experiences completely. You might find them more enjoyable than you would expect.”

She gave Holly’s shoulder a tight squeeze, then moved away with a knowing smile, already planning ways for this night to go. She didn’t want to overload the poor woman just yet, however. This whole situation was already a good amount to take in, best to let her grow accustomed to it.

The Morrigan, on the other hand, had no such qualms or quibbles. ”I want to hear more about this training you guys get up to.” She leaned in, pressed her shoulder against Blanco’s, and let her words wash over the side of his face. ”Sabine’s always telling me I need to up my game, expand my moveset. Maybe you can help me with that, hm? Show me a few tricks, I show you some of mine…”

[Luncha_Libre]

“Hoo!” Holly gasped, cheeks puffing up as she let out a breath. She hadn’t meant to go on a rant like that, but it did feel rather good to get things off her chest … figuratively and of her own free will for once. Holly’s shoulders tensed for a second as Sabine touched her, then the Brit let out a breath and tried to go ahead and relax.

“Our training goes … well, I think,” Blanco said, laughing nervously as Morrigan asked him to elaborate on his and Holly’s very private training sessions. “I mean, we stay motivated to go to the gym …”

“Mister!” Holly gasped, giving her man a smack on the shoulder. Her cheeks flushed bright red for a second, as if she had completely forgotten that she was already sitting at their host’s table in nothing but her straining bra and panties, nearly completely nude. The time for modesty had long since passed everywhere but in Holly’s head, it seemed.

“Honestly, though,” Blanco said, shifting gears as he rubbed his girl’s lower back, reassuringly, “trying to expand what I can do in the ring is the whole reason we came to Japan in the first place! I’ve been on kind of a ‘world tour,’ trying to find ways to expand what I can do and learn what I can, so I would absolutely be down to trade moves and advice with someone like you! Not sure I can lock in those dominant holds the way you do, but I’m willing to learn!”

“I would be interested in knowing what you have planned for us,” Holly said, sighing. She shook her head at Blanco’s oblivious face. The man could be a bit thick at times. “I didn’t know if training sessions were what you two had in mind, when you beat us in that POW match …”

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine couldn't resist a little giggle as Holly squirmed, taken aback by this woman’s endless cuteness. She could see what Blanco found so endearing in her. She made up for what she lacked in talent in determination, an endless drive that pushed her even when her body couldn’t keep up. If she could’ve put that mental energy into a body worthy of it, she might have made real strides in the wrestling world. But alas, that wasn’t the case.

”I’m all for making this a learning experience, Herr Sombre.” She quickly sipped her wine, then leaned forward. ”I was especially impressed with your moves in your initial match against Morrigan. You proved to be a shockingly deft opponent - I’m hoping some of your skills can rub off on her.”

”Among other things.” The Morrigan’s smile curved upwards as she eyed him from the side and finished off her plate, taking her time to grind the sausage in the most exaggerated fashion, pretending that he was the one between her jaws.

It made for a fascinating show, but Holly had a point - they had not dragged them here merely to make small talk and dinner. It was time to get to business. ”My plans are simple.” She straightened up and leaned on the table, propping up her elbows as she looked between them. ”Holly, you and I will get to know each other a little better. I wish to finish what I started in the ring. Our time will be in the bedroom.”

”And our times in the ring.” The Morrigan gave Blanco a quick slug on the shoulder. ”We got one set up in the garage, big enough for the both of us. We’re gonna run that match we had back, go over things, give me some pointers while I’m whipping you around. Should be a fun time, you and me.” Her eyes drifted downward, leaving no questions on where her priorities were.