The hunt is on [ For Rym ]

[Ghost]

Karina made no indication to release Karla, she was going for the full on smother. There was no reason not to anymore since she was planning to a whole lot more than knocking Karla out. For now though, she needed Karla to behave before she would be able to do more than just hurting the red head. Once Karla went out like a light, Karina would finally peel away, letting the cool air once again brush along the fronts of both their bodies before Karina would pull Karla from the wall and onto her knees in front of Karina, even though Karina had to apply more pressure to keep the unconscious girl on her knees.

Karina had many options to choose from. Hurting Karla further would no doubt leave for some lasting damage for a few days, something that Karina wished to avoid no matter how pissed off she was. The other was a lot more sexual, where Karla would have no choice but to lay there and take whatever Karina gave her, and that was quite the tempting option to do. Karina would drag Karla by the hair towards the workout bench, looking to drip Karla over it so Karina could start removing all of Karla's clothes to get the show on the road.

[Monsy]

Your Main Event was swimming in dream land after a prolonged smother by Karina. She went hot in the face, then sagged, twitching like some dead sweaty bug that was on her knees, arms limp at her sides. “Nghh….” A silent whine came when more pressure followed. An almost dying throe from her lungs as she was squeezed, and her spined curved around the Behemoth’s hulking arms. Eventually, she was allowed to breathe. It came out in coughs, then the dizzied and not too awake Karla was crawling like a newborn puppy, hands and knees, a mess of heir to cover her humiliated red face. She sagged on occasion, but was simply pulled and endured pain in her scalp.


Then she sprawled over the bench. Its black leather was cool and sparked shivers in Karla’s sweaty small frame. Her limbs dangled and she practically stretched to cover most of herself across the bench. She was an open book, its pages ready to be ripped. A crop top that squeezed her chest, black KRR short-shorts, and black panties underneath. All for Karina to undress and feast, so she desire. Her rolled back eyes certainly had no protest to give.

[Ghost]

Karina had half a mind to simply rip those clothes off, yet the last thing she needed was to owe Karla money. Taking that time where Karla was helpless, Karina went to work on undressing the woman piece for piece in a hasty yet still careful enough approach so her opponent wouldn't stir away quickly enough. She had an idea though, wanting a bit of her own pleasure first before she would make the woman whimper, not to mention a spark of humility would do wonders for the start of the upcoming domination.

Once Karla had been completely undressed, she had that entire pile of clothing brought together and would take a moment to adjust her own outfit, which was to grab her black colored thong from underneath her furred loincloth to push it all the way down and step out of it. Then, she would climb onto the bench and onto Karla's smaller body, crawling upwards like a spider would climb upon it's web to strike at the fly. Her destination was simple, and unless Karla would react quick, Karina would aim to plant herself right down upon Karla's face!

[Monsy]

Fans are the first thing. That breeze of cold amidst the Hundchen cesspit of sweat and grime. It sends a chill. Like being splashed with water. She’s naked beneath them, with muscle and definition like a smoothly carved sculpture. Breathing slow, with a look like five am, six hours deep into R.E.M. Then, awake. An ass spread over her face and took it whole. Both hands came over and grabbed the outside of Karina’s thighs, then scratched. She stared up, gaping, face flushed, and immediately appearing furious. Her feet kicked and began hitting the bench.

Yelling. Lots of muffled yelling. Cursing them with each breath, as hard as one could when you just woke up for a knockout. All jumbled slurred words and squirms that had a two second delay. Slow and haphazard.

[Ghost]

A throne to match her outfit. There were many things planned when it came to Karla and this was one of them, heck it was written down multiple times on the list Karina had considered to use as revenge, but now that she was actually doing it.. Well there was a certain excitement towards it. Now that Karina was straddled Karla, she made certain that there was a proper place for it all.

She started with karla's hands, trying to grasp onto them so she could force Karla's arms up high and deny her the ability to use her nails or fists to get out of it. Once that was out of the way, Karina would begin to grind herself down upon Karla's face, alternating between shoving and grinding her crotch in Karla's face to bringing her butt down to shove Karla's face between those doughy cheeks!

[Monsy]

The ONE time she didn’t take her security detail and this happened. It’s a dark world underneath the Rine cheeks. Her face was swallowed into a furnace, and the weight had a particular bite on her neck. Just taking it all in, with Karina bearing down, and scraping her thighs that had the effect of touching whale skin. It just. Slid down. Then her wrists are grabbed, and being half Karina’s size, put her in a no-win formula.

Her legs were on the bench. Sure they could knee, but she could hardly feel them yet. Groans matched as she had Barbarian fur and skin wash over her face, bathe her in heat and keep her loopy from the disorienting throes. She ended up rocking until the sweat on her back made her stick, and she started to whine from the repeated motions. It all started to click. She hated it, and nipped Karina in the butt cheek as a first instinct.

[Ghost]

Finally, a rightful seat that was both rewarding for Karina and humiliating for Karla. The girl needed to be awake for this, and while Karina wanted nothing more to pound Karla further, a bit of humiliation always went a long way when it came to certain brats, which was exactly what Karina considered Karla to be. The bench wasn't that effect, yet it also meant that Karina could just lean back, lift her feet from the floor and go for a full weight facesitting pin, though that would not doubt make her opponent pass out instantly from the sudden pressure.

When those rows of teeth came down upon that warm, fleshy butt cheek, Karina would naturally hiss out and rise up a bit, though it wasn't long before she came back down and would answer with a trade-off. Karina raised her arm up and clenched her fingers into a tight fist. Karla would not be able to see what Karina was planning but the shift in weight as Karina leaned back was no doubt felt, as would the fist as it plowed right into Karla's gut mercilessly, a solid response to Karla's misbehavior.

"Your lips, not your teeth."

Karina finally said with a stern tone, making it obvious that the moment she felt Karla's teeth again or anything else that would give Karina discomfort, it would be met with unnecessary force.

[Monsy]

Who would win first. Karina's pain tolerance or the exhaustion in her jaw? Easy tell when you asked the Reinhardt, who can self-proclaim to be able to bite through bullets. And she most certainly gave it everything to avoid a second pass out while this exposed. Just what kind of things would she do to this brute once she got up? Perhaps take her brass knuckles and soften each muscle into a paste. yes. That was it. Just need to get up. She can already smell the weakness. Now, all she needed to do was roll and get off this benc--

"HUGHH!" Karla squelled, wheezed then spat, and felt her intestines knot and twist. Her stomach was hammered like a crater and pinned into the bench. The wet clap of skin made it sound like a blunt hammer. Her arms came over and now held the rapidly reddening spot, and Karla began to curl her shoulders slightly up and down just to breathe with that kind of hurt. While she wanted to get to her side, she ultimately laid flat, hissing and having her knees come up onto the bench so she was stretching less.

Karla was rendered stunned and groaning and didn't bite any longer.

[Ghost]

"Mayhaps the little red haired brat needs a different kind of torture to make sure she has her tongue out when her mistress demands it."

Karina said, though it was mostly to herself as she reluctantly got off Karla's face and back onto her own feet. There were ways to make someone speak, and while Karla seemed to be able to resist Karina's rougher treatments, it was time to experiment with other things to make sure she figured out what made Karla tick, and what would break her clock.

A hand would come down to grasp Karla by the hair, curling it's fingers within the endless locks of hair before a mighty yank followed to force Karla off the work out bench and down onto her knees. Karina would made a slow stride past and behind Karla, getting down on one knee behind Karla but would tilt her head way to the side to avoid any headbutts from coming out of Karla, should the red head consider it.

Then, she went to work with a new plan. She kept the hand in Karla's hair, tugging on it like it was a leash that was meant to docile a wild dog. The other hand would venture down, wasting like time to dive underneath Karla's clothing, looking to worm it's way within it's deepest confinements to find the treasure underneath. Once there, Karina would begin to gently move her fingers along those lower lips, being slow at first since she needed Karla wet and ready for the rougher stuff, there was no sense hurting the girl in that kind of way after all.

[Monsy]

When her mistress demands it.
She had never heard a more enraging sentence. But it’s all sweet nothings because by the time she could muster up the breath after her belly-beating, Karina had moved on. She had yanked Karla by the hair. Her knees banged on the ground. It stung all the way into her hips and down to her toes. She yelped. And that only extended her strands against the scalp, which felt like a chunk was about to be ripped out.

Both hands went up there. Her head craned to the side. Her neck pinched. “When I get out of this--”
Karla hissed, interrupted by a gasp. Fingers had slithered between her legs, and the lined-fur gauntlets touching on her stomach and pelvis. Despite the roughness of the hair grip or the rough texture of Karina’s sculpted posture, they had surprisingly softer hands and groomed nails that allowed them to slide across the labia, which shuddered on first touch. Her face heated into a cool cherry. Her hips had rocked, both feeding into the hand but away simultaneously. Her heart rate skipped into second gear without any input.

“I-Incessant b-brute--”
Her upper lip still twitched, just as her back arched with it. Because despite the attitude, her sex would gain a slick coating over time, becoming warm and slightly sticky to the touch. And the gym was the type of area where all the sounds of fingers gliding, spreading and roughing her sex could reach the ears. They were the only ones there, after all—much to Karla’s detriment, and the drool peeping at the corner of her mouth.