Diamond Moon - Swimsuit Promo Match

[3ho]

Jun scowled at the blonde’s crass response to her concern. The point of this wasn’t violence but to have a little fun and exploit the system for a vacation. Why couldn’t Avery get that through her head?

Stewing as Jun was, she didn’t complain quite yet as the feeling around her midsection tightened. It was gnawing at her, the dread but the realization hadn’t hit her yet.

Her head finally finished its turn to glance over her shoulder, following Avery’s body down to her legs. Jun’s midsection had been trapped in between the blonde’s thighs. One above, sinking into the curve of her back, the other Jun’s stomach was draped over like a drying towel.

Worry plastered over the idol’s face but before she could even try to escape, the trap snapped closed and the squeezing began.

Jun’s whole body tensed in pain, her head snapped forwards, lifting as her face wound tightly in agony. Her hands dug into the sand to help keep her head lifted. Her legs lifted at first but then kicked and dug into the sand. Her lungs clenched as the squeeze forced the air from her.

“Nnnugh…”

Jun uttered in a forced groan as the sound pushed past her clenched teeth. When the release of pressure arrived, the idol’s head dropped with a desperate gasp.

She panted, keeping her head dipped and faced towards the sand.

“Screw you!”

Jun defiantly snapped in anger but felt incredibly weakened from the first squeeze. As if that defiance was immediately undermined, Avery’s slow deliberate squeeze caused Jun to lift her head, mouth open and she uttered another, more desperate groan that was fuller of air that she had desperately tried to recall.

“Aaugh….”

[RockRye]

Avery grinned as she felt Jun’s body shifting between her thighs, listened to her cries of agony, savored the the way her rival’s breathing became more labored with each tightening squeeze. The feeling of Jun's body weakening beneath her was exhilarating, bordering on carnal gratification, and Avery took a moment to savor it, her fingers tracing the curve of her own leg as she admired the strength that allowed her to dominate like this. She watched Jun’s face contort in pain, but she could feel the idol’s resistance beginning to wane. Avery leaned back slightly, adjusting her posture to maximize the pressure, and the look of sheer determination in her eyes intensified.

Ah, she had another matter to attend. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a picture of the scene—her legs, sculpted and firm, locked around Jun, whose face she captured at precisely the most agonized moment. It was a snapshot of power, a perfect moment to share with her fans. She took a casual sip from her drink as she sent it to her socials and admired the art she’d created.

“I’m not letting go until you can’t breathe, Junebug. But don’t worry. When you’re out, I’ll take you to the real show,” Avery had said in a voice laced with amusement. She adjusted her position, tightening her legs even more, pressing down on her with the genuine intent of knocking her unconscious from pain and breathlessness.

[3ho]

Avery was vicious.

Something Jun didn’t understand, even predict, until she found herself here in between the blonde’s thighs. There was no steeling herself here as she felt the muscles in those thighs clamp and constrict her midsection. It felt like her organs were being pressed with each squeeze forcing the air from her lungs. Then cruelly, a little less tension for Jun to gasp desperately out of survival.

On and on it went. Jun’s hands lifted from the sand and scrambled along Avery’s legs in desperate attempts to pull herself free but to no avail. Jun’s legs kick and squirmed but she couldn’t escape. Her pained cries now a choir of increasingly desperate sounds. Avery’s photo catching Jun mid-gasp with her head tilted back.

Jun wasn’t aiming for a record but if there was anything to her credit, she hung on as long as she could. Yet her vision felt as if a dark wall was closing in. Was it Avery ramping up how hard she squeezed or was the stifling effect of the squeeze in general breaking her? Jun didn’t have the power to think on that, only the agony.

She faded just as Avery wanted, passing out yet again and falling limp over the sides of the chair.

[RockRye]

Avery's breath hitched as she felt Jun's body slacken between her legs, the pressure of her bodyscissors proving too much for the idol's endurance. Her thighs remained flexed, taut and unyielding, as she watched Jun's struggle fade, her movements slowing to faint twitches before stopping entirely. Avery’s eyes widened slightly, and a rush of exhilaration coursed through her. She had knocked out clients before during sessions, always under controlled conditions, but this was different. This was a match, a stage, and her audience was the world she crafted for herself.

Jun’s face softened, her expression losing its tension as unconsciousness claimed her. Avery drank in the sight, her lips parting slightly as her pulse quickened. She didn’t immediately release her hold, instead tightening her legs for a final, indulgent squeeze, savoring the moment of domination to its fullest with an almost orgasmic grind of her thighs against the woman's abs and back. Her heart thrummed with victory as she threw her head back, a delighted, almost wicked cackle spilling from her lips.

“Perfect,” she murmured to herself, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

With her drink nearly empty, Avery tipped it back, savoring the last few sips as if they were champagne to toast her triumph. Placing the glass aside, she leaned forward and cupped Jun’s cheeks in her hands. Her touch, though firm, wasn’t entirely unkind. She pooched Jun’s cheeks playfully, puckering her lips.

“You’re adorable like this, Moonie,” Avery cooed, her voice low and teasing. She tilted her head and planted a kiss on the unconscious woman’s cheek, a gesture both mocking and strangely affectionate. Holding the pose, she reached for her phone, snapping a photo to immortalize the moment.

The sound of the shutter was like a period to her victory, and Avery smirked as she studied the picture. Satisfied, Avery slid her phone away and rose gracefully to her feet, effortlessly hauling Jun over her shoulder. She adjusted her grip, her hand giving Jun’s rear a firm, almost playful squeeze.

“Up we go,” she said with a grin.

Her mind turned to the next scene, her imagination already weaving the reactions of her adoring audience. The cameras at the resort and pool proper would be waiting, and she planned to make the most of the spectacle.

[3ho]

If the photo before would make the rounds, the one where Avery was giving Jun a smooch to the kiss would go trending fast. Shares, retweets, engagement all buzzed with the a cutie like Jun getting a rather saucy still of some blonde giving her a kiss. Many would be asking for more and fanfictions began being crafted by fandom writers that closely followed AFW. Every fanfic couple had their name and for these two… Diamond Moon rose to the top.

Jun would hang limply over Avery’s shoulder as she was carried off. Offering nothing in the way of her rear being given a squeeze. Waltzed instead up to the pool deck.

At this level, there was a whole pool complete with a waterfall and water slide tucked into a rocky face. Then underneath, there was a hideaway hot tub set in the scene of a cave for more romantic ventures. Finally across the pool on the opposite side of the rocky area was a bar that had a swim up portion. Chairs and tables were strewn about nearby, all cleared for now. The bar was stocked with alcohol. Finally there were lines of beach chairs and umbrellas set about, lining the edges of the deck area.

Jun stirred but only just, groaning weakly as she hung over Avery’s shoulder, unaware of where she was at or really what was going on.

[RockRye]

Avery strutted her way into the heart of the resort, each step deliberate, her confidence radiating like a queen surveying her domain. She decided she would love this place when it was quiet, an indulgent luxury to bask in when she could, but today, business came first. And humiliating Jun was her business. The Queen of Diamonds glanced around in satisfaction as her gaze landed on her cameras, positioned perfectly just where she had arranged them. Nearby, a couple of resort servers paused in their tasks, their faces shifting rapidly from surprise to concern and then to embarrassed redness as they fully registered the sight.

Jun, draped over Avery’s shoulder like a sack of flour, was a sight to behold. Her limp body hung motionless, her rear stuck high in the air, a visual juxtaposition to Avery’s effortless strength. The servers exchanged wide-eyed glances, their mouths opening as if to say something, but they thought better of it.

Avery caught their reactions and couldn’t help but grin. With a casual flick of her wrist, she patted Jun’s rear again, her voice playful yet dripping with smugness. “Don’t worry about her. She’s just taking a nap,” she quipped. “She’ll join us soon enough.”

Her sandy feet pitter-pattered against the polished floor as she sauntered toward the bar, her stride unhurried and her posture impeccable. Sidling up to the counter, Avery glanced at the selection with an appraising eye. “Might as well grab a chaser,” she murmured to herself, loud enough for the server to hear and engage in the scene with her. "Something with a little more bite."

A small twitch from Jun’s body caught her attention. The idol stirred faintly, her body tensing ever so slightly as she began to rouse. Avery’s grin widened. Perfect timing.

With a casual swipe of her leg, Avery kicked aside one of the barstools. She shifted Jun off her shoulder and deposited her onto the ground in a controlled motion, positioning the smaller woman on her knees. Avery moved with purpose, her hands deftly maneuvering Jun’s limbs into place, folding her arms against her chest and threading them through her bent knees. The result was a perfectly executed paradise lock, Jun’s hands trapped between her own thighs.

Avery lowered herself onto her captive, using her as a living, breathing chair. She leaned back, crossing her legs and draping an arm lazily over the bar as she gestured to the bartender.

“I’ll take something strong,” she said smoothly, her tone light and nonchalant. “Surprise me.”

The cameras whirred softly in the background, their lenses trained directly on Jun’s face. Avery made sure her position blocked nothing, her victim’s expression of groggy disorientation fully visible to the recording, but she did reach out and toy with a loose strand of Jun’s hair, her lips curving into a sly smirk. “Smile for the cameras, sweetheart,” she teased, her voice low enough for only Jun to hear.

[3ho]

It had felt like a fog clouded her mind. Her eyes opened and the world seemed upside down, confused and disorientated, she closed them again. Her head throbbed, like the first time she tried snowboarding at a high elevation growing up. Altitude Sickness is what she later discovered what that was but now she felt like she was dealing with the same thing. Of course unknown to Jun was that she was pretty much experiencing the same thing, a lack of oxygen to the brain which was making her headache as much as it had on her first trip.

When she came to again, she was down on the ground.. on her knees? She felt her hands being pulled down around her legs. The idol groaned out of discomfort as her cheek then came to press against the polished floor.

"Uuunnh... Wha-?"

Jun managed to spurt as Avery finished with tying her. She wasn't given an answer but instead was met with the weight coming to rest on her lifted rear. Wait... was her rear pointed up and she was on her knees? Jun stirred further, her whole body now shifting and squirming as she sought to untangle herself but every move she tried, she couldn't, at least not in her state.

Her head, turned to the voice above her speaking. That blonde hair bringing her back as Jun's eyes opened wider. A hand coming down to twirl and toy with strand of her hair.

"What are you..."

Jun groaned but she was cut off by Avery.

“Smile for the cameras, sweetheart,”

Cameras?

Jun's eyes turned to see a camera focusing on the pair of them now...

No... noo..... This was all wrong. She wasn't supposed to be the one getting embarrassed! She felt the blood rise to her cheeks, reddening in full shame as she started to realize she was being used as a seat for her opponent!

"Nooo..." Jun whined pitifully, her shoulders motioning up and down but failing to do anything productive. Her knees tried to lift but Avery was far too much weight. Jun twisted at her hips but it resulted in only a mild set of movement that saw Jun's elevated rear lightly rubbing against Avery's as she squirmed underneath.

[RockRye]

As Jun began to rouse beneath her, Avery felt the tremors. And she watched in almost lustful wonder as the idol realized her situation. Drank in the embarrassment that washed across her countenance. Her haughty laughter bubbled out, unrestrained and melodic, shaking both their bodies. Every tremor Jun caused, every slight wriggle of resistance, only amplified Avery’s amusement. The smaller woman’s attempts to regain some measure of control sent her hips shifting and her butt rubbing up against Avery’s own, the unintended contact sparking a subtle thrill that Avery, ever composed, channeled into further mockery.

“Keep that up, darling,” Avery purred through her laughter, her voice as silken as her flowing blond hair, “you’re making this far more enjoyable than it has any right to be.” She continued twining Jun’s bicolored hair between her fingers in slow, deliberate movements.

The server’s approach caught her attention, and she straightened slightly, still seated comfortably on her immobilized rival. Accepting the chaser with a flirtatious wink, she downed it with a practiced elegance, letting the fiery warmth spread through her and sighing her satisfaction. The sensation only heightened her creative energy, her mind brimming with ideas for what to do next.

First, more teasing. She leaned down just enough to peer at Jun’s flushed face. “Really, you should consider a career change. The whole idol thing? Overrated. This? This is your calling. Serving as a chair for your better.”

Now, for more means to humiliation. Her gaze darted around the room, and then she saw it: a loose cord coiled near the cave entrance. The possibilities unfolded in her mind, and her smirk grew into something positively devilish. Rising fluidly from her perch, Avery pressed her foot against the back of Jun’s head, pinning her cheek to the polished floor with deliberate cruelty.

“Stay,” she commanded, the word a low, imperious growl, each syllable imbued with the authority of a queen. She leaned forward slightly, applying just enough pressure to emphasize her point before stepping away with deliberate grace.

Reaching the cord, Avery slung it over her shoulder, the action as much a performance as anything else. She turned back to face Jun, her gaze glittering like diamonds, as the other woman worked to untangle herself from the paradise lock.

“Go ahead, darling,” she said, her voice low and inviting, like strawberries laced with venom. “Lash out at me. Give me an excuse to remind you why you’re down there to begin with.”

[3ho]

This wasn’t supposed to happen! None of this!

Jun lamented with her cheeks burning out of the sheer embarrassment that Avery was putting her through. That smug tone, the taunting, just playing with her! This was supposed to be a nice vacation with just a little bit of work! If it were anyone else, Jun and her opponent probably could have had actual fun. A few free drinks, a little bit of faux wrestling, a just enough saucy pics and posts for the fans to drool over and everyone would be happy.

But noooooo!

Jun had to endure Avery….

“I’m not a chair!”

Jun protested, failing to come up with anything more eloquent in retort. She had to assume Avery grew bored, standing to turn about and plant her bare foot into the side of Jun’s head. Those toes pressing into her cheek as some weight was leaned against the idol’s head.

It was enough for Jun to wince, her whole body flinching and stiffening incidentally appearing as if the idol was reacting to the command earnestly. Though Jun’s voice soon chimed in after that foot was removed.

“Ow!”

She whined, exaggerated, since it was more about being sour than the actual pain of her head being stepped on.

When Avery’s foot was finally removed, Jun rolled over, though she wasn’t consciously doing so in disobedience but just to free herself from humiliation. If she recalled Avery had given her the order, Jun most assuredly would have gladly ignored it and not done what Avery would have asked. She wasn’t beginning to hate that blonde.

Her head still throbbed, chest and shoulders rising and falling in quick breaths as Jun laid there. She didn’t want to get up. In fact she would hide away if she could. She’ll never live these last moments down and it was all Avery’s fault!

Rolling back over, Jun lifted herself onto her knees, glaring back at Avery who approached yet again. Jun glared angrily, rising to an unsteady footing.

“You know what, you ruined this whole thing for me! This was supposed to be a vacation to enjoy. Any other woman on the roster I could maybe have a little fun. But you completely ruined it by being you!”

Jun pointed as she yelled ending with her throwing out her arms in anger. Missing entirely the threat in Avery’s words that was goading her on.

[RockRye]

Avery’s fingers traced lazily along the cord draped over her shoulder, her blue eyes gleaming with predatory interest as Jun struggled to collect herself. There was a distinct lust in her gaze, a wicked blend of amusement and something darker, more primal. It disappeared momentarily as Jun’s tirade spilled out, full of fiery defiance, enough to make Avery laugh a throaty, hearty laugh that echoed under the roof of the resort.

When Jun tried to push her, Avery’s smirk grew wider, the impact hardly moving her beyond the tilt of her shoulders. She stood tall, statuesque, and impervious, her gaze boring into Jun’s like a hunter humoring its prey. “Really, darling?” Avery asked, her tone dripping with mockery and just enough sweetness to sting. “Was that your big play? Tell me, did it feel as futile as it looked?”

She let the silence between them stretch, savoring the tension. Each passing second was a strand in her web, tightening around Jun. When Avery finally moved, it was like a predator striking, sudden and purposeful. The cord slipped from her shoulder in a fluid motion, and she lunged forward, hooking it behind Jun’s neck with practiced precision.

The movement brought their bodies crashing together. Avery pulled the cord snug, forcing Jun against her with no room for escape. Their bodies melded as if sculpted from a single piece, Avery’s chest pressing firmly atop Jun’s, their taut abs aligning in a heat that radiated between them. Their faces brushed, Avery’s lips so close to Jun’s nose that the idol could no doubt feel the faintest whisper of breath.

Avery tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. “Now, this… this is much better, don’t you think?”