A Time and a Place [Stick/Natasha]

[thesteedman]

When Stick had gathered her bearings, it was too late to realise that Natasha was already upon her. She gasped out, trying to kick away from the wall to swim into the center of the pool where perhaps it would be safer. However, Natasha had already grasped her wrists with powerful hands. Stick thought her shoulders might dislocate, given how rough Natasha pulled her from the pool, hoisting her up with frightening ease right off her feet before roughly settling her down onto her floor below her. Stick nearly fell back into the pool, barely having any ground to stand on with Natasha's position, but the grasp on her wrists kept her from going anywhere.

Stick gasped out when one of her wrists were released, only to find that arm wrapping around her slender but stunningly beautiful frame. In a moment both her wrists were now free, but both of Natasha's arms had found their way around her body, holding her firm to let her know she was not going anywere. Stick pushed against Natasha's shoulders and her arms, feeling her bikini clad form press against her own. Given their height differences, Stick was forced onto her tip toes, grunting quietly as she felt Natasha's powerful stomach press and dominate Stick's own, whilst her chest forced Stick to arch a little.

"Hey... let... let go of me! Stick grunted, feeling the pressure gradually increase, forcing her near naked body to mesh against Natasha's who only smiled, as if she was enjoying it. Stick tried to hit at Natasha's arms and shoulders, but she was not very powerful or effective in combat, she might as well have been hitting a brick wall. She felt Natasha's abs slowly beginning to crush her own, forcing a low moan from Stick as she began to get more desperate, struggling and writhing to break free.
"O... okay you've proved... you can beat the crap out of me! Now let go!"

[xalex]

Natasha would only laughe when she heard that. She would squeeze the woman for a short moment way harder, before letting a the hold go a bit more loser. “Come on… I think everyone knew that could simply beat up you anytime I wanted or felt like. No one would denied that. No maybe I want to teach you a different lesson little girl…” she would say squeezing her harder again enjoying her pains of scream her moaning, to see her struggle and fail so hard. The Russian would slowly lift her opponent up into the air and started to walk around the pool with her. She was looking for fun places to go with that little brat in her arms… maybe the steam bath… maybe the hot tubes or the ice bath… oh yeah the ice bath… Natsha would walk over there slowly carrying her victim like baby… When she was close enough she would throw the girl into the ice cold water in front of her laughing out loudly.

[thesteedman]

Stick shouted out in pain, her spine being forced into a flexible arch from the growing pressure against her lower back. Her toes curled as her head whipped back, feeling Natasha crush her body against her own as if she was trying to get the last dregs out of a toothpaste tube. Stick pushed and struggled to no avail, feeling the air leave her lungs as she was squeezed hard. Natasha only laughed at her, her bikini clad body simply dominating her own in a grueling bearhug in which there was simply no escape.

A few quiet moans and groans slipped from Sticks' lips as she began to move a little less and less, the bearhug near squeezing the life from her stunning body. However, she felt herself being hoisted up high with one final squeeze, before she was cast away from Natasha, landing in an ice bath. She went down with a big splash, and immediately stood up gasping for air in combination of being half crushed and sheer shock of the icey cold water. It brought significant pain and discomfort going from hot water to something so cold... and Stick struggled to move, but managed to climb out of the icey water... shuddering from the shock... before she tried to crawl away from Natasha.

"Please... stop!... No more..." Stick near whimpered, favouring her back which now began to throb with pain from the bearhug moments ago.

[xalex]

Natasha would see how Stick would be shooting out of the water, not like a model in a shooting… more like a wet dog jumping out of the water. It was funny to see the hot headed red head to freeze like that. Luckily for Natasha the ice bath had only one side to get out and it was the side where Natasha was standing, meaning that if Stick wanted to get out of this bath she needed to come the way of the Russian. So all the heavyweight had to do was stand there and wait! She would do this with her arms crossed in front of her big barley covered breasts. She would smile while she saw how her prey was coming. Seems like the big woman wasn´t as bad as the cold water.

Natasha would follow her opponent when she tried to crawl away from her. It was no problem for the Russian to catch up and stand over her opponent, before she would lift her bare foot and stomp it down onto her opponent´s back as hard as she could to send her down to the floor. Natasha would follow this up by sitting down, right onto the back of her opponent. With both arms she would reach forwards trying to warp her hands around the face of the little stick.
“Maybe if you cry loud enough your friend will wake up!” would Natasha tease her, before yanking back the head and the upper body of Stick as hard as she could. She would try to take her into a camal clutch.  

[thesteedman]

Stick gasped out loud before screaming out in pain when she felt Natasha's foot come down against her lower back, pressing her down against the hard concrete floor. Stick was left near whimpering, unable to move under Natasha's weight and stunned from the impact of the strike. It allowed for the larger and broader Russian to plant herself down upon Stick's back, making her groan out again as her full weight pressed down against her already tenderised spine.

Stick tried to squirm away but it was no good, her attacker was far too powerful. Only Stone would stand a chance against her, she knew she had no chance. Stick gasped out when she felt Natasha seize the bottom of her jaw with both hands, before suddenly feeling immense pressure pulling back. Her body curved into an excruiating C like shape whilst on the ground, Natasha putting Stick into a devastating camal clutch with such ease it was terrifying. Pain took over Stick's senses, so much so that she could not even scream if she wanted to, she was simply left writhing and near gagging from the terrible pain as her already agonising back was now being pulled in on itself with the stretch.

Stick closed her eyes tight, arching her heels as her toes curled and her hands clenched into tight fists, trying her best to endure what was simply too much for her. Her body strained, showing off her stunning model like figure with a surprising amount of definition given she was no fighter like Stone... She just wanted the pain to end, but as her back clicked and creaked loudly from the added pressure as she was bent back, Stick finally managed a loud pain filled scream... but her scream fell upon deaf ears.

[xalex]

Natasha would keep this up for a long time, hearing how this little slut between her legs was screaming louder and louder with any moment. And she was enjoying any moment of this, every second. Each screams that the bitch was like music from a opera to her. She would keep this up a bit longer but she didn´t want that this woman was passing out under her because, this wasn´t over now. Instead when Natasha got the feeling that her opponent was fading away she would stop the camal clutch letting her opponent drop back down onto the cold wet floor. She would then rise back to her own feet standing over the little woman.
Natasha would bend her knees a bit before gabbing the red haired woman lifting her up into the air and laying her over one of her shoulders, upside down so Stick would be looking into the ceiling. Natasha placed her that way that both heads were close to each other making sure both would hear anything from the other. Now the big woman would hold the smaller one up there with only one arm before walking around the swimming pool heading right for the bar… “You want something to drink?”

[thesteedman]

"No... no please... let me go!" Stick gasped out. Her back felt raw, stinging with intense pain from her lower to mid back from being almost bent to snapping point by the hellish camel clutch. She'd barely found her bearings from such a devastating submission hold, when Natasha hoisted her upwards onto her shoulders, in a torture rack like position. It was of some small saving grace that Natasha was not applying pressure, simply holding her in the awkawrd and uncomfortable position.

She grimaced and gasped in alarm, feeling Natasha walk with her, going back towards the swimming pool where it all started.
"I... I'm... I don't... I don't need any drink.." Stick pled, knowing very well by now that Natasha no doubt meant to do only harm to her as she had been doing. For all the whimpering of Stick, and the screaming every time Natasha put her in a hold... one could not help but admire that Stick still had not changed her mind in spite of her situation. It was easy enough for her to make this all stop if she just did what Natasha told her... however, despite becoming a broken mess of a woman subdued to torture... she was yet to really break.

[xalex]

Natasha would stand right in front of the bar and would look around… some expensive whine… some even more expensive whiskey… Nothing really good in sight. The Russian would bow forwards before she would finally see it. A smile would appear on her lips while she would reach with her free hand for a bottle with a clear liquid in it. She would pull it slowly out and lift it in front of her face. Fantastic it was almost filled to the very top. There was nothing better than some cold Russian vodka! The Russian woman would place the tip of the bottle between her teeth and bit onto it to turn the bottle and open it that way. She would spit the tip away before placing the opening of the bottle on her lips.
“For our health!” she would say before drawing a lot of the vodka. Then she would lift the bottle over the chest and head of the other woman purring a lot of the liquid onto her.
“my mother always told me to share it!”, she would explain why she did this. When the bottle was empty Natasha would put it back down onto the desk. Then she would walk back to the big pool where everything started… she placed her hands under her victim and throw her back into the water laughing out loud when the splash was hearable.
 

[thesteedman]

Stick yelped out in digust as the Russian 'barbarian' of a woman began to douse her body in Vodka, going through some weird Russian ritual no doubt given that all they seemed to do was drink vodka inbetween whatever it was they normally did... kicking her arse being the present task at hand for her own Russian assalant. She felt the alcohol run from her mostly exposed body, making her gag from the fumes of it as some managed to get in her mouth and up her nose. Luckily she was spared the lasting dreads of the scent of Vodka, though unluckily she found herself sailing through the air again as Natasha tossed her like away as if she were a child tired of her toy.

The splash was less then graceful as Stick landed back first against the water, hitting it harder than last time as Natasha threw her with some force. She remained underwater for as long as she could, writhing as all the pain of the holds all seemed to center on her back. She hoped if she stayed down in the water that perhaps this torment would go away, that hopefully Natasha would be mysteriously gone when she surfaced. Stick could delay no longer, the need for air far surpassing her fears as to what was waiting for her. With a loud gasp she broke the surface of the pool water, coughing and spluttering, heading in any direction she could that wasn't Natasha, barely able to see for a moment with the water and Vodka in her eyes.

[xalex]

Natasha would stand right behind her prey letting her arms shoot forward the moment she was shooting out of the water. The big woman would grab stick from behind turning her around and making her face the Russian fighter. Natasha would smirk for a moment before she would pull stick in close pressing their bodies against each other… belly against belly and chest against chest. She would look at stick while slowly but surely increasing the pressure on her. She would start to squeeze the woman in her Russian bear hug trying to press the life right out of her. The would smile happily while doing having a burning look in her eyes saying she would only let go of stick when she thought it was enough…