The Sun Can Blind (for BlackAkuma)

[Crossedes]

This was an entirely familiar position. Most of Millie's conquests offered more padding beneath her behind, but she could not grow tired of watching those wriggling little arms or that face framed between her thighs. Those faces typically looked back with more... consternation than Desdemona. She watched, partially felt, that eager tongue trying to reach her slit through the lycra of the empress' bottoms. This girl was tireless, and Millicent remained amused. She let Dizzy have her fun continuing to run her fingers through her vivid hair all the while.

She did not believe that Dizzy fully understood her threat. No one ever followed through with a proper threat? For shame. Millie could tolerate a great deal from people willing to "assist" her - especially during the early stage of the relationship - but Dizzy must learn that there were limits and that crossing those limits would not always be as enjoyable. They all learned eventually, and it sent some running off. Millie could not imagine she could send Dizzy fleeing so soon without leaving her in the hospital.

She raised a shoulder at the petite Italian. "Always be careful what you wish for." With imperious purpose, the German spread her thighs far enough to take hold of the back of that pretty head. Pushing up onto her toes with far too much ease for her body shape and weight, she stood and brought Dizzy along for the ride, forcing her to sit up, keeping her face pressed against her crotch for the entire journey.

Once Millie stood at her full height, she stepped over Desdemona's shoulders, and she gave no warning before the pale thighs that had been pleasantly framing Dizzy's face clamped their adductors too tightly against the Italian's head, swallowing so much of it that Millie could not see Dizzy's eyes. She stepped over so her ankles crossed, grinding her thighs around Dizzy's head in the process, and then all of her muscles tensed.

...Not to the degree they could have, but Millie knew her body. Dizzy could have the most pain tolerance in the world, and she squeezed just hard enough for the panic to still set in. "Tap when you need," she ordered loudly enough for Dizzy to hear.

[BlackAkuma]

The heat of Millie’s thighs around her neck.

The look in her eyes - serious, dangerous, powerful.

The scent of sweat and perfume filled her nostrils, working its way through her veins, obscuring her senses.

It was all so perfect. Beyond perfect. Dizzy could still remember the first LAW video she had watched, long before she had even thought about joining the promotion with her Mom, and it wasn’t too dissimilar from this. Some small jobber of a girl, no real skill to speak of, getting utterly crushed by a large blonde with a massive chest and a name she couldn't quite recall. She’d watched that clip more times than she cared to admit, and right then, she knew that this was the position she’d wanted to end up in.

It had taken her a bit longer than she wanted, and she’d rather it had not been with an unofficial time limit, but here she was, loving every damn second of it.

But it couldn't all be pleasure, right? There had to be some pain along with it, and Dizzy was asking for it. She’d get it, too. More of it than she expected. Her eyes flew open as the bigger woman suddenly changed things up, rising and forcing her to sit up as she did, putting her in an awkward position. Not a bad one since her face was still where she wanted it to be, but one that caught her neck in a dangerous position. Dizzy could hazard a guess as to what was coming next, but the reality took her by surprise.

She could guess Millie had strong legs, but nothing like experiencing it. The woman flexed, and a crushing, relentless pressure clamped down on her tiny neck, cutting off all air. All light was cut off, too, as the woman’s thighs swallowed her head, engulfing it in creamy flesh, and she could tell that this wasn’t even close to what she could do at her worst - if she wanted her unconscious, she could make that happen. If she wanted her in the hospital, she could make that happen.

Dizzy kicked, squirmed, flailed, and muffled screams came from Millie’s thighs. But she also rubbed those legs, caressed them, savored the feeling of power around her skull, even as it threatened to crush her into oblivion. She pressed her face against the woman’s crotch and licked harder and faster, hoping it might earn her some reprieve. As much as it hurt, this was the kind of domination she’d come for, and she wasn’t about to turn away from it now.

…but, she did need to breathe at the end of the day, and there was only so much pain a masochist could be expected to take. She had limits, and Millie pushed her hard toward them. After a few moments of sweet, blissful suffering, she tapped out on the tree trunks that Millie called legs, furiously smacking the delectable thighs.

[Crossedes]

Millie had crushed enough heads in her time to recognize every reaction. She stood impassively dominating Dizzy's head, but she noticed the way the flying hands groped the muscles in her legs. The screams came, but they were interrupted by a flailing, desperate tongue. Millie would hate to tell eager Desdemona that she could feel more from the angles and curves of her face while she struggled than she ever could from her tongue in this position. Points for the effort nonetheless - she pressed tightly enough for a damp to form that made Millie idly fan herself with one hand.

She learned that Dizzy wanted to struggle longer. A masochist. This story was starting to unravel. Maybe Dizzy had come here not for her mother - not solely, anyway - but to find herself on the receiving end of this treatment. Millicent could think of a dozen different ways to make use of a young cub with those particular needs, and she would not need so much as an empty incentive to offer the Italian.

She did enjoy the stimulation of Dizzy's trapped face, but she did not want to kill the girl. When the swatted taps began, Millie held her for only another second before stepping over to release Dizzy's head enough that she could slump to the floor if she wished. "Take that pain," she began, looking too proud of herself as she leaned over Desdemona. "Multiply it by two if you don't listen. Simple enough, isn't it?"

She leaned away and checked the clock again. "That is to say if you are interested in a... new perspective. Outside of your mother's. I take on trainees - I always have."

[BlackAkuma]

The air washed over Dizzy’s face when Millie released her, coming over her so fast that it sent a shiver down her spine and made her hairs stand on edge. She flopped to the floor after the redhead stepped over her, melting to her back. That had been a rush. A wild, crazy rush. The blood was returning to her face, her neck was settling, everything was slipping back into place, and the spots were clearing from her eyes.

And what was the first thing she saw when she looked up? Millicent Kaiser. Tall, proud, dominant, in control.

Holy fuck, this woman. Dizzy hit the jackpot.

”Clear. Crystal clear. Phew, colpo di fulmine.” She smacked her lips, taking in some more of Millie’s lingering taste, before she sat back up with a groan. She’d heard the woman’s offer loud and clear, and while she wasn’t 100% sure where this sort of training would lead, she had some ideas, and she liked them all. It didn't take much thinking on her part.

”I’m interested. Super interested.” She got up to her knees and crawled forward, coming to one of the thighs that had just nearly knocked her out. Leaning, she looked up to Millicent, careful to watch for any danger in those eyes, before she planted a few kisses on the woman’s thigh. ”Shouldn’t be too hard to get my Mom off my back about it, too, with a pedigree like yours. She’s always telling me I need to branch out, learn from the best, and you…” She gave her muscles a long lick, tracing along the contours and working her way up.

”You’re up there. Definitely.”

[Crossedes]

Could they all be so easy? Millie knew the League's reputation attracted people who enjoyed having dominant men or women smear them across the canvas. Dizzy seemed more smearable than the average woman, but Millie understood too that she was more dominant than the average woman. Having someone so willing to please her days after her arrival might set unrealistic expectations, but God, she could already envision the sort of influence she could start building even with one mentee so willing to worship at her shrine.

So willing to stay obedient, too. Dizzy recovered capably, and like a good soldier, she assured the depth of her understanding of the limited power she held in this dynamic. It was not as if Millie did not benefit the members of her quasi-cabal in return - women and men both associated with her had launched their way up the card - but Dizzy should understand who ruled from the top of the pyramid. Desdemona's tone indicated she both understood and adored the idea. The German's gleaming smile returned as Dizzy again went to climbing her leg. Little monkey.

"It will not be as easy as you think," she said, lowering a finger that pressed against Dizzy's forehead, discouraging her from continuing her adoration. Just to see if she could control herself well enough to listen. "If you think sexual favor and training are all that's involved, you will be disappointed. This is not about buttering my bread. I hope you are ready to work."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was having a wonderful time, licking, kissing, and even nibbling at Millie's leg. Left to her own devices, she might have done that until her mom walked through the door. Lucky for her, then, that the German had a little bit more self-control than that.

She let out a playful, mewling whine when the finger touched her forehead and pushed her away, looking for all the world like a dog being denied her bone. She chewed on her lip, closed her eyes, and did her best to savor what taste remained. But that was it. No whining, no back talk, no fighting. The game's rules were clear, and she was perfectly willing to play.

Besides this tease and denial stuff? It was working for her.

”I'm ready.” Dizzy said the words with hungry, lustful conviction, but honestly, she wasn't 100% sure what this work entailed or what Millie was truly offering. Somehow, that made it even more exciting, like going on a roller coaster blindfolded.

”Padrona.” She spoke in such a reverent, respectful tone that Millie could probably guess what the word meant. ”Maybe we could hash out some details later, in private?”With the lust dying down, her senses returned, and Dizzy gave a knowing look to the same clock that Millie had glanced at several times now. There was no way to know for sure how much longer her Mom would be, but she’d never known her to be the type to take extra time on something. If she said she would be back in ten minutes, you could bet she would be back in ten minutes.

[Crossedes]

Millie could not be sure she bought that Dizzy truly was ready. She appeared so drunken with lust that she might have agreed to anything. That made her useful, pliable, but Millicent needed more than useful and pliable. Useful and pliable sometimes ran back with its tail between its leg when tasked with something it did not find as "comfortable" as humping the German's leg. She had already planned on arranging a follow-up, something that would tell Dizzy that she would be mentored in a more "official" capacity, when the Italian recommended that exact arrangement. And left Millie briefly reaching back into her memory to remember what padrona meant. It indicated seniority - that was all she needed to recall.

"That would be useful," she agreed, tracing her finger along Desdemona's temple and cheek before letting her go. It seemed she could control herself well enough when needed, and it took no great wisdom to know she should not let any mother witness her daughter worshipping at her shrine. And speaking of - they had drawn low on time.

"I would like to have a word with your mother when she returns. I wouldn't think she's so... insular that she would be opposed to her daughter training with someone else?" She suspected she did not need to worry about Angela's interference, but it was best to have assurances from one who knew her best. Millicent had long since learned to follow every potential lead and obstacle alike. She liked to know what she had from every angle.

With that in mind, she turned on Dizzy and beckoned to her. "Give me your best. And remember, mother's coming."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy hummed along at Millicent’s touch, rolling her head about as that finger explored her cheek, content to let it go wherever she liked. This woman’s looks were what drew her in, but this commanding tone kept her locked in place, made her eager to hang on to every word she spoke. This deep, assertive voice. Speaking without a hint of hesitation. Millicent knew what she wanted, spoke clear and plain, didn’t hold anything back. Dizzy had never thought herself the sort of person to go along with orders, but when they were delivered like this, she couldn't resist.

She snapped out of her revelry at the mention of her mother, managing to suppress her lust enough for the time being to think and function. ”My Mom?” It was a good question - while she wanted Dizzy to train with other people, she’d stressed the importance of being choosy. There was no shortage of stories about the LAW gym, about young, bright wrestlers who’d found themselves set on and ravaged by carnivorous women, smothered and squeezed and left to soak in their own juices.

Dizzy loved those stories. Her mother, not so much.

”I think I can spin it. Especially since you’ve got a reputation backing you up.” She popped up to her feet and took a moment to massage her neck, wincing at the lingering pain. Yeah, she’d be feeling Millicent’s thighs for a while. ”Jesus, you’ve got crazy legs. But yeah! You’re just an experienced, older wrestler, looking to share some knowledge with a promising prospect, help introduce her to the business, give her a broader perspective. Nothing untoward about that, right? Nessun problema, è facile.”

Dizzy gave her a devilish wink and hopped back a few steps, dropping down into her grappling stance as Millicent did the same. Time was low, so there wouldn’t be much time for her favorite kind of fun, but that didn’t mean she couldn't enjoy herself. Hell, this was a good time to experiment, and maybe impress the redhead a little. Taking her head-on was a lose/lose, but maybe she could get a little tricky…

”Right. My best.” Dizzy wiggled her nose, then moved in again, looking almost identical to the first time they clashed. Instead of doing the crazy thing and locking horns with the human wrecking machine in front of her, however, she waited until the last second, ducked down, and threw her body into a roll, letting her legs swing up in arc towards Millicent’s face. It was a move she’d learned training with Alicia Soto, but never got the chance to try until now - a Rolling Koppu Kick.

[Crossedes]

"A reputation" simplified it, but Millie did not care to correct her. Parents had personally asked her to work with their children once she had crossed her thirties. Yes, the members of her cabal benefitted, even if she managed to reap most of the rewards and would tread over them whenever they became a problem. She had all beliefs that Desdemona would not become a problem if she wanted to continue feeding that manic libido. "Nothing untoward at all," she agreed with a soul-fixing stare, planning to remind her of that should she ever find herself opposed to what she was asked to do.

Millicent struck up her routine. She did not plan to break any further of a sweat seeing what Desdemona could offer as a more traditional wrestler, but she brushed the dampness from her hands onto her thighs, brushed back her hair, and situated into a crouch for ritual purposes anyway. It looked to her initially like Dizzy would foolishly choose to lock up with her a second time, and she rolled her shoulders and raised an eyebrow as a sign of discouragement.

But she watched the young woman roll toward her. Millie packed in her knees to stay upright, but that was not the Italian's plan. A foot rushed toward Millie's chin, and the only reason she blocked it was because she remained fresh and alert. It still made her rear bump against the turnbuckle. Good momentum. Good swing. That could catch someone off-guard. "Interesting." She was never too free with her praise... there was always better, and she never wanted anyone too attached to average.

She stomped at the space Dizzy occupied, not roughly or suddenly enough to crack a rib but enough to judge her reactions.

[BlackAkuma]

Was it weird that Dizzy liked the praise she got from Millicent more than she did from her mother? The latter gave her props all the time, maybe a little too much. It seemed like every time she would make any progress, she would give her the motherly thumbs up or say how she was improving, constantly egging her on and taking any chance to praise her child. Which was fine, typical Mom stuff, you expected that, but it could be a little coddling. Hearing it from Millicent - this smoking hot uber-frau she’d only known for less than ten minutes - somehow held more weight. She didn’t seem like the sort of person who just gave out compliments on a whim, and it was clear that she had the experience to make them mean something.

So, when she got that single word of approval, it was enough to make Dizzy smile, a genuinely warm one, even if her kick didn’t quite have the oomph she was hoping for. Maybe she could get a little more out of this.

Dizzy came down after the kick and landed on her back, which left her vulnerable. Millicent had blocked that, she wouldn’t let a gap like this slide, so…yup, she was about to get stomped. She yelped and threw herself to the side, letting the boot crash beside her, but she knew she wasn’t out of the danger zone yet. She needed some way to counterattack, and she didn’t have the time to get back up.

Instead of avoiding Millicent’s boot, she rolled back and reached out, trying to wrap her arm around the redhead’s ankle before she could go for another stomp. If she could get a good grip, she’d try to stand up and lift that mighty leg with her, attempting to throw her opponent off balance. If she was a bigger woman, she might have gone for something crazy, but with this woman and the gap between them, she’d settle for just bringing her down.

For the moment.