Dark Universe - Mistress Paige vs. Nova Steele

[killcarrion]

Paige discovered that throughout her many years’ playing a diabolical evildoer within her sentai television show, that the more nobleminded and righteously law abiding any hero was, the more susceptible they were to deception and blatant hoodwinking. In spite of the fact that her sensuous monologuing may not have swayed Nova's mind towards indulging in her deepest and darkest fantasies, those pandering words served to be an adequate distraction which actually masked her true intentions. Outwrestling the galactic heroine was undoubtedly out of the question given the abject failure that was their collar and elbow exchange, and Paige didn't quite see the appeal in being an intergalactic ragdoll throughout the duration of the match either. Therefore, while Nova relied on the obvious physical advantages she possessed, Paige merely utilized her own strengths. Namely her acting expertise and penchant for adhering to her character's abject lack of a moral compass when it comes to acquiring whatever she wants. Paige encroaching upon the faltering heroine as if creeping from the shadows themselves and with outreached hands sought to sink the heroine further into the abyss. An apt metaphor given the plummeting nosedive of Nova's countenance into the ring canvas below that caused winced expressions from several in attendance.

Compounded several more times over in a debauched display of humping thrusts that simultaneously sent shivers up Paige's spine and quivered jiggles throughout her succulent backside. "Hah~...Hah~..." Lustful moans breathed out towards the end of Paige's hammering headbangs now carrying altogether carnal implications until they concluded with an abrupt swivel over into a seated headscissor. The spreadeagled heroine perhaps catching a glimpse of the upside-down and blushed sneer from an elated mistress, or the subtle warmth of the mound nudged against the back of her head, or taking note of the taut torque from within the dominatrix's commanding thighs. Regardless, Paige relished in the fallen heroine's plight all the same. The squashed squeezeplay continuing for another minute or so until Mistress swiveled them over once more and took a seat upon Nova's back . "And now for Act Two~...The valiant heroine, pitifully hung within a pillory having failed in service of the light and the people she sought to protect~..." Paige whispered as she puppetered Nova from above. Hooked arms slung over Paige's legs and interlocked hands cupped underneath the heroine's chin were all the telltale signs of an attempted camel clutch, albeit with the compounded incentive of Nova facing the main ring camera and hordes of fans witnessing her dismantlement~...

[Parker]

Nova’s world blurred into a throbbing haze the moment after she had been forced to kiss the canvas repeatedly under her captor's whims. As Paige’s thighs tightened around her head, the heroine’s breath hitched, caught between instinctive resistance and an involuntary shiver that pulsed through her spine as the scissors clamped down. Her arms, still trembling from the earlier impacts, pressed weakly against Paige’s thighs, fingers splayed and useless. She pawed, pushed, clawed for leverage she couldn’t find. Every desperate squirm only made the Mistress’s grip shift, tighten, contour perfectly around her.

Her boots kicked once… twice… then slowed into sluggish drags across the canvas. Paige’s thighs flexing with each controlled pulse drew a small, broken sound from Nova’s throat. The compression around her temples, the warmth at the back of her skull, the slow-burning constriction of every exhale stolen, none of it helped her think. Worse, none of it helped her deny how her own pulse jumped in rhythm with the villain’s breathy, delighted moans with her show of force.

Nova hated that she could hear them so clearly. She hated more that her body reacted.

Her hands slid over Paige’s thighs again, this time less with intent and more with faltering instinct, her fingers curling against smooth, powerful muscle. She tried to pry, to shift the angle, to break free. The only result was Paige tightening like a serpent savoring the last rhythms of a caught heartbeat. When Paige finally rolled them, gracefully, theatrically, Nova’s body followed without resistance, limp from the grinding seconds of suffocation. Her cheek hit the canvas, her arms buckling uselessly beneath her before Paige pulled them back and hooked them over her knees. A humiliating ease. A slow unveiling of vulnerability that made the crowd roar and the cellphone cameras flash.

The heroine’s spine arched instinctively just as Paige’s hands guided her chin up. Nova sucked in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering half-lidded under her pink bangs as she felt Paige’s weight settle onto her lower back. Every shift of the dominatrix’s hips pressed Nova more firmly into her role, and the whisper ghosting over her ear…

“Act Two…”

It hit harder than any strike. Nova’s fingers curled in the air, trembling, her body reacting before her mind could assemble a defense. Paige’s narration washed over her, taunting, intimate, painting her downfall in vivid strokes, and something deep in her chest twisted painfully, enticingly. Rather than tense her body to fight her captor’s pull she remained still, allowing Paige to slowly draw her back even further with little resistance.

Her breath escaped on a whisper, soft and raw. ”Don’t…”

Not “Don’t apply the hold.”

Not “Don’t submit me.”

Just don’t say it-

Because hearing her own defeat narrated so seductively made her want it more, made it harder for Nova to remember what she was supposed to be fighting for. Her hips trembled, her shoulders quivered in the villainess’s pillory of limbs, and she could do nothing but feel the camel clutch begin to cinch her backward, stretching her helplessly before the eyes of the whole arena.

The light was slipping and Paige’s voice was pulling her deeper into the dark.

[killcarrion]

Even in the episodic scripts of her superhero Sentai show, where some of the later seasons began running afoul of hackneyed television tropes and formulaic plot structures that always ended with a heart-warming lesson at the teenage heroes' community center, there were just some villainous traits that never grew old in the eyes of their viewers. One of them being how it was always the most stalwart and seemingly incorruptible of heroines who clashed best with Mistress Paige's alluring eccentricities when in the middle of a bombastic pyrotechnic battle. Nova Steele fulfilling this role brilliantly, one whose purified canvas would become the stage for a perversely decadent painting depicting the unfathomable corruption of a staunch pillar of justice. The salacious yearning and dispirited hopelessness Paige could instill within the heroine was akin to a honeyed poison embedded within the roots of their psyche and was only one tool at her disposal when it came time to make her valiant prey be brought to the verge of succumbing to her bewitching carnality. A narrative exquisitely detailed via a movie screenplay breathed into Nova's ear in the preamble to the ruthlessly applied camel clutch, myriads of lights flashed as photo after photo was taken of the heroine being stretched out. Although no camera shutter matched the sparkled gleam in Paige's eyes as she torqued back on the submission until she overheard the rasped word uttered...

"...stop?" A hushed undertone to Paige's retort in order to assure the referee would be kept unaware of the silent acknowledgement, the galactic dominatrix's haunches bucked against the outstretched heroine being ridden into the canvas like a forlorn mare. Nova offering scant resistance did little to divert Paige's attention from her adversaries rippled physique quaking in prostrated obedience and acceptance, such strength and vigor now capitulated into pliable mush. Withering time spent within the submission that became slackened somewhat from one of Paige's hands unhooked from underneath Nova's chin. A predatorial trail slithered down the heroine's back until discovering the caked backside of the Herald Of Justice, a squished kneading meant to establish a sense of ownership over the abundant rump and the forlorn heroine herself. The faintest touch of Paige's fingers exploring between the heroine's thighs~...until the hellacious dreamscape was shattered by the callous abandonment of the submission, Paige standing upright with Nova hefted to her hands and knees. "..."Don't stop"...Seems to me like you've yet to learn who gives the orders and who obeys. Thankfully, your Mistress is a merciful one, Oh Heralded Heroine Of Light~..." A succulent liplock meant to enchant the fallen heroine into a nocturne bliss was accompanied by a guillotine choke submission and throttling collapse known as her Hero Tamer submission~...