Naga vs. Asp II - Perilous Stakes

[BlackAkuma]

Naga sincerely hoped she saw more of this woman when she returned to the Baroness’ home. While she wasn’t a vengeful person by nature, she also wasn’t the type to suffer grave insults, nor was she keen on being bullied in her matches by an outside party. The fact that she had been on the winning end of this match was what made it genuinely infuriating. Things had been going her way, she’d found the right formula, and it had all gotten swept away by a force wholly under her control. She had never been one to seek reprisals, but she was sorely tempted to make an exception in this maid’s case.

And then there was Naga herself. For her to resort to this underhanded tactic, to stoop so low…disappointing. While the woman was brutish and determined to have her way, she had never struck Asp as an outright cheat, something she could respect. Now, even that has been taken away, and she groaned in both frustration and pain as she was hauled up again, preparing for the final plunge.

But Asp wasn’t the one going for a ride.

She gasped as she was released, confused at first, until she looked over her shoulder and saw Naga dragging her into the ring like an unruly child. She shared the shock of the audience as the woman proceeded to maul her own maid, slamming her about,ragdolling her, then tossing her out on the other side, flattening her partner in the process. It wasn’t just a horrifying display of power, but it formed an immediate stark contrast to her sister - this was the last thing anyone expected from a Renaud.

Asp began to crawl away when Naga came back her way. At first she expected her opponent to pick up where her maid had left off, but no - she merely rolled her into the ring, as gently as could ever be expected from someone with that level of power. Asp looked about as Naga merely slipped into the ring and took up a position in the other corner. Watching. Waiting.

She looked back to the referee, vainly hoping she might have an explanation, but all she received was a shrug in return. Figuring that would have to do, she grunted and used the ropes to pull her way back up after a moment, taking her sweet time in the process. If Naga wasn’t going to attack, she might as well use the opportunity to recover.

After a few moments, Asp shook her body about, trying to get some feeling back into it, and walked forward as she slipped into her pose. She was still feeling those suplexes - she would be feeling them for days - and that translated to her slowed movements, but she was good enough to fight, and hopefully good enough to pick up where she left off.

[thesteedman]

When Asp took a fighting pose in the middle of the ring, the crowd began to chant for her name and cheer in high volume. It was clear who the fan favourite was, but there was certainly a mix of reactions also slipping through of shock and surprise that Naga would grant Asp time to recover. By now, Tia and Anna were helping each other up, clearly hurt with their pride crushed, skulking back up the entrance ramp. With Asp poised, Naga slowly rose to her feet, once more taking the appearance of the imposing figure. She took a few steps towards Asp as the crowd continued to chant and gear themselves up for a continuation of the POW match.

"Those Maid's getting involved was not my intent. I hope you understand that." Naga declared loud enough for Asp to hear over the growing commotion. Naga had something of an unperturbed stance, not guarding just yet as she stared down at Asp below her, seeing her looking determined and ready.
"I apologise for their actions, the fault lies with me for not instructing them better. I am not The Baroness and I have no desire to see any match of mine be interfered with." Naga further explained, feeling a need to let her thoughts be known.

"It is why I refuse to take advantage of the situation, and as a way of an apology it is why I am allowing you to recover. Do you need longer... or are you ready to continue?" Naga would then finally ask, slowly shifting her stance. There was no arrogance now; she did not stand as she previously had with no guard. Naga looked ready; her powerful arms up high to better protect her head and upper body. Her legs were slightly spread, no doubt to allow for better movement and be ready to engage.

She would wait for Asp's answer, but should it be the one she was anticipating, Naga would soon look to rush in and close the gap, hoping to bring Asp into a grapple with her, a place she excelled in over the lightweight. Despite allowing Asp to recover, it was clear she had gained advantage as Asp's onslaught had been stopped, allowing for a hard reset between the two wrestlers. Naga now had information, had time to process what happened to her and now knew what to expect. The Maids had still done the damage!

Still... Naga still held onto a deep desire to possess this enthralling woman, and she would not throw that away because of her sister’s idiotic servants. If all went as planned, Naga looked to bring Asp close, looking to overpower her and grasp at her, looking to slam her with a sidewalk slam to bring the fight to her own level!

[BlackAkuma]

Wrestling was a weird profession, full of unforeseen twists and turns, with alliances and allegiances that could rise and fall at the drop of a hat. But Asp swore, even by those standards, this was an entirely different level of weird. She could honestly say that she had never been more confused in her entire natural life.

She looked on as the maids departed with their tails between their legs, painfully dismissed by the very woman they’d come to aid. Naga’s actions made little sense on the face of it - she wanted to win this POW match, and she’d shown herself to be a brutal woman. Why turn down the help? Why impose limits?

She received the answer straight from the horse’s mouth as Naga explained her position, keeping a safe distance while Asp recovered. She hadn't pegged this bruiser of a woman, this woman who’d practically kidnapped her to slake her lust, as someone with a concept of honor, but that definitely seemed to be the case. It raised all sorts of questions that Asp found herself hungering for, but she wouldn’t be getting answers. Not today.

”I-” She winced for a moment as she tried to stand up straight and maintain her forearm, still feeling the effects of Anna’s slam. She would have to bear with it. She couldn't stay in place all day. ”I am.”

That might have been a mistake. Asp’s main advantage hadn't been her speed, it had been her momentum, as she went from one attack to the next and afforded her opponent little chance to interrupt. It was a chain of movement, a stream, but now it had been interrupted and Naga was free to restart on her terms, closing the distance and forcing Asp into a situation she couldn't win.

Asp tried to slip away and kick at Naga and push her back, but none of it worked. She was caught, pulled in, brought up high, and then sent crashing down hard on her back, hitting with such terrible force that her body bounced up high after the impact before she flipped about and landed on her face.

[thesteedman]

Naga had not been convinced when Asp declared she was ready. There was an uncertainty, a hesitance. It was not her place to question her foe though, she had already offered her enough of a reprieve as far as she was concerned. If Asp told her she was ready to go... then so be it. With the momentum clearly lost thanks to the efforts of the retreating Tia and Anna, Naga was able to advance upon Asp. Her movements were somewhat sluggish, indicating that Asp had not been 100%, but it was too late to stall and pull back. This was a wrestling match after all... but where Asp had once been deft and fluid with her movements, she was now second guessing herself, moving one way where she meant to go another, and it all played to Naga's benefit.

Once she had her hands upon Asp, Naga was not so foolish to allow her whims to get the better of her. Dazed or not, Asp had proved to be as deadly as the creature of her namesake, and trying to wrap her arms around her alluring form would bring nothing but fierce struggling. Though Naga was aware the arms of Asp were not as deadly as her long and alluring legs, she could still do some damage. Her moral was stalwart unlike last time, her mind sharper when in their first match a psychological battle had already been won. If Naga wanted to finish this, she had to be smarter and most of all patient. Wait until it was the right time.

This was what resulted in the massive slam that had Asp lying face down in the aftermath of the impact. The crowd were still unsure what to think of Naga after the display of honour from the muscle bound giant of a woman... but that would soon change when Naga hoisted Asp upwards by her throat with two hands as if she weighed less than an infant. The manner in which she handled Asp was truly a terrifying sight to witness, as it was obvious what the gap in physical strength level was between the heavyweight and the lightweight, With seamless effort and not so much as a sign of strain or sweat, Naga hoisted Asp upwards to drape her over her own shoulders. She walked towards a nearby turnbuckle, before tossing Asp off her shoulders to make her land spine first on the top turnbuckle, leaving her draped in a C like shape over it.

The referee began to shout, and all at once, the crowd began to rage from the sickening display. It seemed her honour only went so far, as Naga stepped up the turnbuckle, before placing her foot down against Asp's chin as she was draped over it, forcing her down and bending her spine in a gruelling fashion. The referee shouted, tapping at Naga's leg to force her down from the turnbuckle as she continued to contort her obsession, gazing upon her stretched midriff and feeling her paw at her ankle. She bit on her lower lip, enjoying the writhing of Asp, barely hearing the count from the referee as she threatened to disqualify her.

It was only by the count of 4 did Naga step down back to the ring, leaving Asp contorted in a brutal fashion upon the turnbuckle... not before she gave Asp a vicious slap upon her upper chest whilst the was curved over the turnbuckle. Such was the impact that it echoed out throughout the arena, making the crowd gasp in horror and alarm. That brief surprise returned to hatred for the tall French woman, who began to pace away, brushing past the referee to knock her to the side when she had been trying to scold her for her actions. The crowd could not believe what was happening, knowing all too well that Asp should have still been on top had it not been for what had happened.

[BlackAkuma]

It was tempting to compare how this was going to her last time with Naga, but Asp knew better. There was something different in the woman this time, a spark that hadn't been present. She could sense it in how she moved and the purpose behind her actions. Before, the heavyweight was mainly enthralled with her cat-and-mouse games, chasing Asp around the ring while she desperately tried to stay alive. It had been a grueling affair on her end, but for Naga, it had been little more than child’s play, as she never truly stood a chance against the juggernaut. She’d used only a handful of wrestling moves in that match, none of them terribly complex or thought.

The Naga that she faced now, however, knew better. In her successful offense, she’d jarred something loose in the woman, forced her to reach a level that had been unneeded before, and now was her time to pay the price.

The subtlety in her movements was gone; she came in like a hurricane, every bit as frightening and destructive. Asp had only begun to push her way up when she felt Naga’s hands on her again, grabbing her by the neck and hoisting her up as if she nothing more than a child’s plaything. She expected the woman to put her in another bearhug, knowing that she was wide open for it, but no - her methods were more methodical this time. Instead, she hurled her on top of the turnbuckle, laying her out across it, her body stretching over the top. Asp started to sit up, only for Naga to scale the ropes and planted her foot against her chin, digging into it with her bare foot and forcing the Water Serpent into a deadly stretch.

Asp couldn't make much noise, but what little she could squeak out was enough - pained shrieks and gurgles, as she flailed about and futily pushed against Naga’s leg, trying to squeeze out a spare breath. It was only four seconds, but it felt like far longer, a time where she was tortured for every second.

Finally, it came to an end, leaving her to sag on the turnbuckle like a wet dishrag, catching her breath - that was, until Naga’s hand crashed on her chest, hitting with a resonating impact, one that echoed like a gunshot. Asp let out a hoarse cry and fell back down to the mat, landing on her side and clutching her chest as she howled.

[thesteedman]

The crowd could not believe what was happening. It was demoralising to see the tide turn so quickly, especially as Asp should not have been in either of these matches. Both were forced upon her, but her honour made her refuse to turn away despite her having every right to do so. Now she lay upon the surface of the mat, writhing as her back was sending signals of agony, whilst one hand was placed upon her chest, left breathless from a thunderous strike from a heavyweight. Naga had yet to really prove herself, she was coming across as a significant bully in this match, especially when the favour had been turned to her favour whether she wanted it or not in the form of the Maids of Baroness' employ.

The crowd were letting their thoughts be known, but Naga as always couldn't care less. She knew she was one step closer to securing her prize, her beautiful and fascinating prize. Even now, she gave pause, staring upon Asp as she was bridging and writhing in the aftermath of the assault upon her form. By now there was a slight glisten to her exposed and flawless skin, her frame was tensed up as her body tried to endure the pain it was subjected too. Naga could not help but sigh, watching her midriff contort and strain, as her lithe form continued to move instinctively to try and lessen the discomfort. Her alluring features were awash with an expression of exhaustion and pain, whilst her bare feet arched and her toes curled and her legs moved together.

The sight was intoxicating.

Naga moved with purpose, once more going on the advance. Before Asp had a chance to recollect herself, she was being pulled up high into a cradle like grip within the oppressing and muscular arms. Pulled upwards with terrible momentum, Naga would soon deposit Naga back down again in the most brutal of fashions, planting her spine first over her outstretched knee for a devastating backbreaker. Asp looked near impaled, placed into a C like shape over her knee, stretching out that captivating midriff of hers as Naga could not stop herself from running her hand gently over her stomach. She kept her there for a few seconds, almost like a trophy on display as she took a moment to watch the enraged fans who tried to rejuvenate Asp with their support.

Naga merely smiled... a dark and twisted smile as she brushed a few locks from over her eyes. With a sense of near lust, Naga grasped Asp, navigating her like a child's plaything. She docked her hips against her own, purposely placing the red head's lower stomach against her own to feel the skin of her belly against her own, before arms locked around her waist to secure a crouched bearhug. For a moment, Naga just held her, gazing upon her beauty, watching her chest rise and fall deeply, taking in her allure and enjoying the feel of her soft flesh against her own. When it looked like Asp was about to slowly recover.... it was only then she would begin to squeeze....

[BlackAkuma]

Had anything ever hurt so much? In Asp’s entire life, had she ever felt so much pain? She knew that Naga was a deadly woman, she’d spent a whole night in this woman’s clutches, enough to experience her power better than anyone could imagine, but even she found herself surprised by how much force her foe could put into even the most basic of moves. All she had hit her with was a simple chop that Asp herself used on many opponents, but the difference was like comparing a shotgun to a cannon. Naga’s blow was so heavy, so hard, that it felt like another would’ve caved her chest in. She could scarcely breathe, much less get up and mount a defense.

And yet, she tried. She planted her palms on the mat and began to push her way up, knowing that she wouldn’t get far, wanting to be defiant until the bitter end. She had only begun to rise, however, when Naga came over to ‘help’ her - lifting her up and bringing her down, letting her back come down on the neck with a cruel impact. Asp’s body seemed to melt over her foe’s leg, contorting into a shape that would’ve left most hospitalized if they were lucky. For her, it was just pure agony, but nowhere near as bad as what she knew was coming. The crowd’s support was appreciated, but it wouldn’t matter - they couldn't stop what was coming. No one could.

”No, no-”

Asp weakly pushed at Naga as she was brought around to face her and those terrifying arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in for a low bearhug. At first, it wasn’t too bad to endure, almost comforting. She would’ve enjoyed this in virtually any other situation, having her body grind up against such a peak form, having their hips slide against each other and their chests rubbing along.

But then the squeezing started. The cracking. The breaking. She was being pulled into a steel prison, and she knew it was only going to get worse - much worse - from here. Asp began to grow desperate and threw a few wild punches at Naga’s face, anything to make her let go, but she knew from experience that this wouldn’t stop her. If anything, they might make it even worse.

[thesteedman]

As Naga predicated, she knew Asp would do all she could to break free. The woman possessed a will to fight, to survive, and she would not go down quietly. In truth, Naga was hoping to resist her own whims and deepest desires, looking to wear Asp down more. However, upon gazing longingly upon the woman she was quickly becoming more possessed with, she simply could not fight the temptations within. Watching that contorted form writhe on her knee, listening to the moans and whimpers of agony and despair, Naga could not resist locking in her deadly bearhug, holding desire to gaze upon Asp up close, and feel her marvel of a form against her own. With similar attires, there was a lot of skin contact, with Asp's stomach docked up against her own, whilst her legs were draped over Naga's hips as she remained crouched with her. Naga's embrace almost looked sensual in nature at first, as if the sinister sister of the French Tyrant Baroness was lovingly holding a lover.

There was nothing sensual about the deep squeeze she inflicted upon the slender waist of the Belly Dancer. Muscular arms were seen tensing up, beginning to pile in against her lower back. Such was the strength of the heavyweight that anyone on the front row of the watching crowd would have heard a few clicks and creaks from Asp's lower spine as it became tested by the vice like grip. All at once, the red haired beauty began to writhe and struggle, her whispers and pleas only making Naga moan softly. She could not get past this weakness of hers, watching as Asp struggled, with little whispers slipping from those intoxicating lips. Naga was almost lost in the moment before rational thought returned to Asp and she began to battle and strike at Naga, desperate for release. It was without a doubt that Asp's alluring legs were the most dangerous weapon she possessed, but even then one could not underestimate the strength in her arms. She could throw a decent punch. Even up close and with an awkward angle, her first few clashes hit well. Her knuckles dug deep against Naga's cheek, almost catching at her jaw, before another hit her upon the temple on the other side of her head.

Naga's answer to this struggling came swiftly and in devastating fashion. Powering up to her feet, Naga stood upwards, dipping Asp back within her arms to arch her into a vicious C like shape. Such was the positioning and dip, that it looked like Asp's head and shoulders would brush against the floor. She was held there for a few seconds, putting tremendous pressure upon her lower spine, before terrible momentum brought the alluring lightweight upwards and overhead. Naga managed to toss Asp with a massive belly to belly suplex, slamming her downwards onto her back, with the great frame of Naga coming down on top of her lithe form. The crowd gasped out, watching as Naga's arms remained around Asp the entire time. In a slow and purposeful manner, Naga began to shift back to one knee, bringing Asp close.

With colossal arms still wrapped around her waist, Naga reset their positions, bringing Asp in for another deep bearhug! In truth, given how tight her embrace was during the entirety of the suplex, it was clear that the bearhug had never actually stopped!

[BlackAkuma]

It was a situation that Asp was becoming all-too familiar with. Again, she found her way into Naga’s grasp. Again, the woman held her close, almost loving in her embrace. Again, that embrace grew tighter and tighter, encroaching on her body, forcing bones to bend and organs to press against each other. The feel of hot, hungry breath on her skin. The grinding of her soft body against Dominique’s implacable frame. The heat, radiating between them like a furnace.

It was the same song, the same tune, the same beat, but it was all made so much worse by the simple fact that it didn’t have to be this way. She’d been winning. The match had been hers. To have it all snatched away…

The fury over that alone was enough to drive her into madness, bringing a furious struggle out of her as she battered away at Naga’s face. She knew from experience that this wouldn’t get her too far - the woman had made it quite clear in their first encounter how she dealt with excessive resistance.

”No, no-” Asp’s cries were extinguished as the mammoth woman brought her up and applied insane pressure, forcing her body into a perfect arc. That alone took the fight out of her, but then Naga made it worse, by whipping her around and slamming her onto the mat, hammering her down with a crushing belly-to-belly suplex. When she was brought up this time, all she could do was limply lay in Naga’s grasp, slumping against her chest as she fought to take in air.

”Please…” She knew how futile it was, but she couldn't stop herself. ”Stop…stop this…”

[thesteedman]

Naga managed a small yet dark smile as she gazed upon her captive, letting her arms continue to press in around Asp's waist. The feel of her well defined core being dominated by her own as she bearhugged her close was a sensation Naga knew she would never grow tired of. Everything about this was perfection, the feeling of Asp’s captivating stomach tensing and straining against her own, her back muscles becoming overworked whilst a crushing vice of a grip continued to enclose around that slender waist. It all stirred further desire within Naga's core to squeeze this marvel of a beauty within her arms. And then there were those delicate yet desperate whispers, pleas for mercy and salvation that continued to escape from her alluring lips. There was just something about the way that Asp made her pleas that turned Naga on, bringing out that terrible and sadistic side of her that wanted nothing more than to dominate and crush. Her voice was music to the ears, especially the enthralling fashion in which she whispered when desperation took hold.

"Do you want to know what I think?" Naga would whisper in a hungry manner, bringing Asp closer to her own alluring face so that their lips neared each other. Slowly, her biceps seemed to grow, as her arms pulled in against her lower back and folded tighter to where Naga's hands reached her elbows. A few quiet cricks sounded out, as Naga all but shivered overtly in delight, whilst a quiet and pleasured groan slipped from her lips as Asp came to slump against her. The two made for a deeply personal and sensual sight, as Naga breathed in deeply herself, taking in the scent of her defeated foe, enjoying the feel of her glistening form as it grinded against her own with each deep squeeze.

"I think a part of you enjoys this. I think deep down, you want this. You do not want me to stop." Naga whispered, before she licked against Asp's cheek in a slow and despicable manner, leaving a trail of saliva before she moved in and nipped at Asp's ear teasingly for a few seconds. Her arms suddenly pulled in, squeezing around Asp from all sides like the closing coil of a great constrictor. Naga grunted, revealing that she was beginning to exert a significant amount of strength into her devastating bearhug now, looking to elicit more moans from her captive, feeling her body slump against her own. Naga began to breath deeper, faster… before her arms squeezed Asp even tighter.