The Longest Day [Asp, Naga & Others]

[thesteedman]

Naga could certainly see the appeal in why her sister desired to crush her foes in such a fashion. There was certainly a feeling of great strength and power, watching as a stunning woman slowly succumbed to such a unique and powerful embrace. It was something of a power play to add, as one could easily end a conflict with a headscissor hold, cutting off the air supply of your foe and watching them sharply diminish. For the bodyscissors, it was not so simple. To constrict required more effort, to break a body significantly more strength. It was a large flex of one’s physical strength and ability to break the core of ones prey and draw their breath, yet her sister did it with ruthless efficiency. Even more impressive, she had mastered the move to such a degree, she knew what her foe could handle just from experience and her grip alone... able to draw out the torture if she so desired, or end it all in an instant.

Watching as Asp writhed within her grip, for certain Naga no doubt matched her sisters' strength with her legs given her sheer size, strength and build. Her legs were larger, making for a potentially more devastating grip. But this was not a move she had mastered like her sister had, and it showed. She squeezed too hard and too long, not nearly making Asp last as long as she would have desired. Her bare core was overwhelmed, her body straining as Asp was left writhing and pushing. What Naga hoped would last several minutes barely became seconds. Disappointing to witness, her own desires becoming unsatisfied. Naga let out a sigh, brushing a few rogue strands of hair from over her eyes before she lifted Asp from under her chin and neck to face her. The poor woman was gone, her body overwhelmed, her senses failing.

Naga slipped a soft kiss upon her lips... a small error. The night was young, and there was still much Naga could do. She would forgo the bodyscissors, always preferring to use her powerful arms to vanquish her prey and bring it to submission. Still, it was an interesting experiment, and one she would explore more with some Maids to better refine. It was still worth investigating after all, as Naga could sense the appeal. Finally unlocking her impossibly tight bodyscissor, she allowed Asp to collapse softly upon the bed, lying on her back amongst the lush pillows. She slid up close next to her, wrapping an arm across her chest as she brought one of her heavy and muscular legs to drape over Asp's bare stomach. She could not help but stare at her for a moment, taking in her beauty as Naga began to trace a few locks of that brilliant and crimson hair from over her eyes. She played with her hair softly, tracing a gentle hand over her cheek, letting her fingers dance across her lips.

Naga smiled, holding a brief fantasy that Asp wanted to be here... and that she was simply sleeping right now. She leaned in, kissing her softly upon the cheek, before she settled next to her, watching her for a while longer, letting her hand trace over her strained midriff. It was not her intent to do so... but at some point she closed her eyes... ... and for a moment, she let herself drift off to a sleep.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp came back to reality slowly, slipping back into the land of the living as if she had just came out of dream. Despite being knocked out several times in the past day, she was still unaccustomed to the situation, and as such, she fell for the typical mistakes. There was a moment, however brief, where she believed everything with Naga to be nothing more than a slumbering fantasy-or, perhaps, a nightmare. It wasn’t real, and she was waking up in her own bed, her own room, safe and sound and away from this beautiful, obsessed, deadly woman.

The truth of the matter came when she opened her fluttering eyes to see a ceiling fan more ornate than anything she could’ve afforded. All at once, she knew where she was, why she was here, what this was. Most importantly, she remembered how she had been brought here in the first place, and if she needed any reminder of that fact, then the thick, imposing leg on her lap would serve as the perfect reminder.

Still here. Still in Naga’s clutches.

She couldn't say for sure how long she’d been unconscious, but she figured it must have been for a good while if her captor had drifted off to sleep. For a moment, she had to stop and admire Dominique’s haunting beauty - she was so fearsome, so dangerous, that seeing her in such a serene, vulnerable state was a rarity. She had complimented the woman’s beauty numerous times and meant every word, but seeing her in such a state was truly haunting —an image that burned itself into her memory. A part of her imagined that this was what it would be like if she were here by choice, if they were two lovers drifting off after a pleasant night together, wrapped in each other's arms. Not an unpleasant fantasy.

But Asp was dealing with reality, and here, she needed to do something. She suspected Naga wouldn’t slumber forever, and the last thing she wanted was to be in the room when she woke. While she had to do what the woman said for night, nothing said she had to stay in the same room if she hadn't been ordered to do so. She could slip away and find a private space. At the least, it would earn her a respite until Naga found her and dragged her back to her lair.

Slowly, subtly, silently, Asp began to slip away, moving inch by inch along the bed, trying to work her way out of the sleeping giantess’ grasp…

[thesteedman]

Sleep came to Naga at the most unknown of times, one moment she had been lying with her catch, the next she merely allowed her eyes to rest for just a moment. The room had dulled to a serene quiet, the light just low and ambient enough, before a slumber slowly took all her senses. For a moment, the two of them lay together, chests gently rising and falling, each breath slow and heavy. Even in rest, Naga possessed something of an opposing presence, her limbs draped with possessive purpose across Asp’s scantily clad form, as if instinctively guarding her prized possession, her only treasure.

But somewhere in the haze of dreams, a subtle shift disturbed the calm. Naturally, Naga was used to sleeping alone, so the sudden disturbance of movement brought an alertness that shifted her from that peaceful slumber. A predator’s instinct stirred behind her closed lids, and just as Asp fought hard and came close to wriggling free, Naga was already awake. Her eyes remained closed for now, but she was feeling Asp's movements, discovering the intent. She could not let this pass. She allowed Asp a false sense of victory, allowing her to unbury and unwind herself from the embrace that had captured her, even allowing her to crawl a little... but soon enough, Naga made her move.

All it took was a hand, which moved and grasped Asp by her ankle, pulling her back sharply. Her leg moved in unison, flexing with sudden strength, pinning Asp’s own down firmly against the soft surface of the bed to let her know she was going no further. Then, with practiced ease, her arm slipped under Asp’s thigh and around her waist, dragging her right back where she belonged. There would be no escape from this...

“We are far from done here.” she whispered, voice thick with purpose but lacking malice despite Asp's attempt to slip free of her. “Why delay the inevitable? Escpaing now would just start it all over again, add a day of punishment. Is it not just best to serve your time?" Naga whispered.

With fluid grace, Naga’s legs uncoiled, only to snake forward again, catching Asp squarely between them in a sudden frontal bodyscissors. Her calves locked at the ankles behind Asp’s back, and the flex came immediately. It was slow at first, deliberate, savoring the feel of Asp’s body bowing against the unrelenting pressure. However, this was not like the previous bodyscissors, the pressure was not quite as debilitating. Yes, it was tight enough to cause significant discomfort, but it was more to trap Asp in place. She had something else in mind for her after all. Naga finished her trap, sitting more upright, her arms looping around the back of Asp's neck and upper back as she began to draw her in.

She gave her a soft and longing kiss upon her lips, before easing her back. Then she leaned forward, tightening her arms around the beautiful woman, pulling her deeper until her captivating features were enveloped by Naga's impressive chest. The smother came not with violence, but inevitability. A slow, sensual drowning in skin and scent, comfort laced with threat. Naga’s lips brushed against her captive’s ear, gently nipping at it as she began to smother Asp against her chest.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Perhaps she wasn’t thinking at all.

With all that she had gone through today and tonight, she knew she needed space from this woman, needed to be out of her grasp. Maybe she could make her way to the bathroom and find some recourse there, if only to slip into the bath again and wash herself clean, to heal in the warm waters. Maybe Naga was a heavy sleeper - it had been a long time, after all, and even someone like her had to be tired, having never gotten proper rest after their match. Maybe she would just tire herself out?

It was a foolish thought, and Asp realized how foolish it was when she felt that familiar grasp on her ankle, dragging her back across the bed, inexorably pulling her back in. ”No, no, please-”

All of her progress was erased in an instant, as Naga’s arms wrapped around her legs and held her tight, trapped in implacable embrace. ”Dominique, Naga, please, no more.” She whispered through hoarse breaths, as she struggled to fill her lungs. ”I need to rest, I need to heal, I need-”

Perhaps Naga didn’t hear, or perhaps she did and simply didn’t care. Either way, those protests went unheeded, as the woman’s legs coiled around her and kept her tight, pressing deep into her body and testing her bones. Asp let out a sharp cry as her bones began to crack and creak and clicking, a cry that was cut short when Naga pulled her in for another smothering kiss.

It was hot, enveloping, and all too brief, a few scant seconds of pleasure before she was pulled away and drawn into Naga’s breasts, claimed by the darkness. Asp was still at first, only weakly squirming in the hold, but that changed when she tried to draw breath and utterly failed. Desperate, her body went into a panicked state, thrashing about, kicking, as her muffled pleas echoed through the woman’s massive body. She needed air, just a breath, anything…

[thesteedman]

Naga shuddered in delight. She could never get enough of the intoxicating sensation that flowed through her powerful form when she would listen to the begging and desperate pleas of Asp. By now, Naga was convinced Asp knew what she was doing, that this was part of the game, that perhaps Asp wanted this. Why else would she continue to whisper breathless cries of mercy? She must have known by now it would not help her, that it only brought birth to a fire within. Naga bit on her lower lip, feeling as Asp pried against her colossal grasp, trying to break free to no avail.

The moment her struggles began to slow down, would Naga ease her grip, letting her arms loosen, just so Asp could pull free for a few precious seconds. That time she would take in as much precious air as possible, before Naga would pull her deep once again. Her arms coiled around her neck and chest, in such a way that Asp was unable to remove her head from between her breasts. Naga rested her own head upon Asp's, almost in mocking compassion, though her heavy breathing suggested other feelings stirred within her. Repeating the process, Naga would wait, feeling Asp slowly move less and less against her powerful frame, before she mercifully allowed her to pull back and breath.

Perhaps mercy was the wrong word in this situation...

The fourth time, Naga would lock her lips with Asp's, her legs closing just a little tighter around her enthralling form for a deep squeeze. Her tongue slipped in with ease into Asp's gaping mouth as she tried to take in as much air as she could, entwining with Asp's own in a deep and passionate kiss. This also was a near smothering experience, the bodyscissors almost robbing air from Asp... but even that did not last, when Naga would pull her beautiful features back against her powerful chest... this time however... she had no intention of letting her slip back.

[BlackAkuma]

It never ceased to amaze Asp how powerful Naga was, easily the most powerful she had encountered in LAW thus far. What struck her more than anything was how deceptively strong she was. While she didn’t look weak by any objective measure, the naked eye would never guess how much preternatural power she could bring to bear. But you were in her grasp, trapped, and when her muscles bulged with obscene power, it grew clear in a way that could not be described, only experience.

Naga’s body was a prison, and one that Asp couldn't hope to escape from. Not that this fact stopped her from trying, as the woman continued to smother her within her breasts, but these were merely the desperate ministrations of a fading woman, the final spurts of fleeing life, before-

All at once, she was brought out of Naga’s chest, allowed to gasp and suck in a few desperate breaths of air. ”Naga,” She spoke through sputtering gasps. ”Naga, wait, dont-”

She did, again, pulling her into the abyss without a hint of hesitation, sucking the air out of her. Again, she was robbed of any chance to breathe, again she kicked and struggle, again she began to fade into a welcome bliss, and again she was cruelly pulled away, the cruelest mercy.

The fourth time, the final saw, Asp and Naga meeting for another kiss, though the Water Serpent was far too weary to enjoy the embrace at this point. A tongue slipped past her weakened lips without a hint of resistance, exploring wherever they wished, and by the time they parted, Asp hung limp in her grasp, only able to shake her head weakly as she was pulled in again.

No reprieve this time, nothing but a hot, sweltering darkness. Her struggles were nothing more than twitches now, and soon they weren’t even that.

A spasm. A jerk. A muffled whine.

Gone.

[thesteedman]

Asp went limp... Naga did not move at first. She remained there in place, holding Asp’s limp frame against her chest, the way one might cradle a lover after being reunited after so long. For a time, Naga just remained, watching with obsession as Asp breathed, or rather, struggled to whilst deep within the deadly smother and embrace. The occasional strained rise of Asp’s chest was all the proof Naga needed that she had not yet completely overdone it... but it was probably close by now. It was finally time to relent. After several long seconds Naga slowly eased Asp down onto the bedding below. The bed barely creaked beneath them, as Naga's motion was delicate, almost loving.

Naga took a moment to gaze upon Asp, drinking in her beauty, astonished at how stunning the woman was as she ran a hand down her cheek with gentle admiration. Then, gently… her arms slid beneath Asp's lower back once more, curling her into another bearhug. But this time, it was not meant to rob her of breath, at least not for now whilst she lay in a forced slumber. This was possession. Naga’s body coiled, enfolding her in an embrace, firm, slow and inescapable. There was no fight to extinguish right now, just the spoils of a war never fought.

Her lips began to trace upon the flawless flesh of her captive, not on Asp’s mouth, but lower. Naga's mouth hovered over the faintly heaving bare stomach before her. Her breath was hot against alluring flesh. And then, after a pause, she began to kiss. Another followed, just above the navel, soft and lingering. Another, followed, deeper and firmer, once again a little lower. A gentle bite here and there slipped between the slow and deliberate kissing, barely a nip, but enough to stir something primal within Naga as she began to indulge upon the goddess within her powerful arms.

Her arms squeezed tighter without Naga even realising it, compressing Asp’s waist as she kissed away, this time just below the ribs, her entire focus consumed by the fascinating woman that was Asp’s perfect form. A moan escaped her lips as she buried her face into the softness and strength before her. She was obsessed with this woman. She wasn’t hiding it anymore. And there was no more need to.

[BlackAkuma]

No matter how many times Asp was knocked out, no matter how many times she was brought back and found herself in Naga’s embrace, she still found it an utterly harrowing experience. There was simply no way for her to grow accustomed to this, no way for her to acclimate. Each time was worse than the last, and every time she was brought back, her senses reset and she forget why she was there, just long enough for Naga’s punishing caresses to catch her off guard.

It was like some hellish version of Groundhog Day, sleeping and awakening and sleeping against, doomed to relive the same sensual horror. How long had she been here already? How long did she have to go? She couldn't fathom.

This time, like before, she came only to find Naga already delving into her pleasures, feasting on her body like it was her smorgasbord. Kiss after kiss peppered her, a treatment that she would’ve adored from anyone else. Perhaps from Dominique, as well.

Just not while she was being sawed in half. Not like this.

Barely able to breath, much less fight back, Asp was left to flail about as Naga’s arms compressing her lungs, flattening middle, taking away more and more space. She reached down and ran her hands through the woman’s slick black, dark as coal, and caressed her with an almost reverent grace, gentle and careful. ”I wish it didn't have to be like this.” Her voice was sad, ruthful, but most importantly genuine. ”I wish I could know you…just let me in. Let me help you.”

[thesteedman]

Asp spoke, but her words fell upon deaf ears. Naga was no longer listening; she was deep in the moment, taking the spoils of what she truly thought was hers by right for this night. Any attempt by Asp to speak, she disregarded as nothing more than desperation on her part. Asp wanted to be as far away from Naga as she could, and would promise anything to see that ambition turned into reality. All these whispers and promises meant nothing to her now. Whatever dream she had had with Asp was unattainable. So Naga did what she did best: she took what she desired.

Her arms were like a vice — deadly, compressing Asp's core in devastating fashion in only the way Naga knew how. She began to crush Asp's perfect form in deep and intense bursts, enjoying the way her core tensed up and strained, being pushed to its near limits, before she would relax her arms and allow her a few seconds to feel the aftershock. Her lips continued to trace over her skin, kissing here and there, nipping, enjoying every contour of her to-die-for body whilst she all but crushed the life out of her. There was no method, no pattern to follow in which Asp could endure. Sometimes she squeezed longer, sometimes the break was longer... there was no way to prepare her body for the terrible torture she was being put through by Naga's obsessions with her.

Naga slowly adjusted after a time, pulling Asp down deeper against the silk sheets until she was below her, resting her larger frame upon her slender one, overwhelming her not just with the gruelling bearhug, but with the weight of her large body and the weight that came with her muscled form. She was face to face with Asp now, and she did not wait for an invitation. She squeezed hard, looking to force Asp's lips to part with a moan of agony, before she took her lips with her own in a passionate, feverish and obsessive kiss, as if the world were going to end tonight... knowing in some small sense that this was the end of a world in which she and Asp would be together.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp didn’t know if her words were reaching Naga anymore, if the woman was even registering them. The room was quiet, no doubt dampening the sound, a feature that was surely present throughout the mansion, so her voice bounded all around them. There was no way it couldn't have reached her ears.

And yet, there was no response. No indication. No hesitation. Only pain.

No matter how many times she found herself in this woman’s grasp, she was still taken aback by how unfathomably powerful she was. Her arms were iron bars with no give, encroaching on her body at every angel and putting her flexibility to the test. Her moans mixed with the sounds of cracking bones, as her frame slid in and out of place at hideous angles. It should’ve been agony. It was.

And yet, Asp couldn't deny how wonderful the woman’s kisses felt on her skin. Every contact made her shudder, mixing heated gasps in with her cries, wanting moans along with her aching groans. She was long past the point where she could make a decent struggle, but her hands still moved out and caressed Naga’s form. Running along her back, tracing along the contours of her shoulders, sliding along the curves of her hips, even as Naga spun about and mounted her.

All the while, her world dimmed and spun, darkness creeping in along the edges. She would be unconscious again, she was sure, but even as she went, she could feel her consciousness slipping, the darkness creeping in. The last thing she remembered was another kiss, hot against her lips, and her tongue slithered out to meet her tormenter’s and…

Out. Again.