Never Surrender: Eve Summers & Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

She liked that look she gained, very much, and that it lasted perhaps a touch longer than it should have. The Belgian let Eve drink in her bikini-clad figure as long as she desired, only breaking her pose to brush a half of her freely-flowing hair back from her face.

Eve might have wanted to pick up where they left off, but seeing her awaiting Lise, on the floor, with such an endearing longing in her eyes made Lise have to control herself lest she start more intense activity than massages. The redhead would have loved to see Eve looking at her that way from between her bare thighs...still in the wrestling sense, of course. But Lise resisted, instead strutting her way over with confidence coursing through her every step, one foot in front of the other, to agree to Eve's offer. "So very glad you enjoy."

Stopping before Eve to unnecessarily stretch, her back turned as if oblivious to the fact that she gave her guest ample time to appreciate Lise's rear a foot from her face, the Belgian took a quick glance at what Eve fetched from her bag, and the smirk on her red lips deepened. "Hoping to make my skin as smooth as yours?", she asked, not entirely expecting an answer. "And supplies from your own bag, at that. Didn't you come as my guest?"

In her eccentric way, she supposed she got it across...she appreciated this, greatly, and the redhead settled herself down easily between the long legs of her guest. "Where do you want me?"

[thesteedman]

Where didn't Eve want her?

When Arlise slowly set down her bikini clad marvel of a figure down before Eve, she could not help but bite her lower lip firmly as her eyes continued to take in Lise's stunning figure. It was impossible not to admire that goddess like figure.
"Where you are is fine." Eve spoke, though her voice was low now, almost a whisper. Eve shifted a little as Arlise slid down just between her knees, sliding her legs away for a moment, it was a temporary measure however, as Eve quietly slid away her wrestling pants, now revealing her own shapely legs. She wore only black thin boyshorts below that hugged her frame, but with her stunning legs now bare, she slid up behind Arlise, retaking her position and sliding her legs against Arlise's sides to get a good feel of her soft skin against her own. She near squeezed Arlise's hips with her thighs, as as she carefully began to apply some oil to her hands. She rubbed them together throughourly, not looking to give Arlise's skin any cold shocks. Given the heat of the room it was probably not an issue, but better to be safe than sorry.

"Just relax... You're in good hands." Eve whispered, slowly and softly beginning to slide her hands over Arlise's back. She began to slather and slowly coat Arlise's exposed figure with a layer of oil, bringing a marvelous glistening sheen to her already perfect skin. Whilst she spread and gradually applied more oil, inbetween, Eve massaged Arlise's back and shoulders to a level of perfection. In Eve's own sessions, she had picked up a hell of a lot of tricks, working her fingers into Arlise's muscles and joints in a firm way, but leaving Arlise relaxed. Eve took a few good minutes, not being able to deny that she enjoyed sliding her hands over Alrise, threatening a caress here and there. With Arlise's back well and truely oiled, Eve slowly sld her hands down by her hips, gliding her exploring hands further forwards. By now Arlise felt Eve pressing against her back, no doubt caring very little that she would be getting oil on herself, as her hands began to slide over the red heads bare stomach, spreading the oils and now beginning to lather her front, starting at Arlise's now exposed midriff.

"Hope I'm not being too rough..." Eve whispered into Arlise's ear, working her hands over Arlise's abs, before caressing downwards towards her lower stomach upon her bikini line. Slowly however, a sly smile began to work its way across Eve's beautiful features, as Arlise slowly felt Eve's legs wrap around her now well oiled midriff. Given how relaxing the massage was, it was hard to react as Eve shifted her bare legs into a figure four position around her waist. Arms slowly wrapped around her chest, purposely grasping at her bikini clad chest, spreading more of the oil as Eve restrained her.
"I wanted you relaxed before I got to that part to my trap on you." Eve added with a playfully sinister tone. Slowly, Arlise felt Eve's legs tighten, as her arms closed more around her chest, locking a bearhug over her breasts. The pressure was firm enough to cause significant discomfort, but nothing she could not handle. It was clear Eve was being playful, but at the same time she wasn't holding back too much either.
"Do you think this tactic would work in the ring?" Eve added in jest with a pleasant giggle, though her voice was still a low sultry whisper.

[Winter]

Electric (and damp) with anticipation, Lise could hardly sit perfectly still as she settled into place in front of Eve, a bundle of small twitches and wiggles as her skin ached for a pair of oiled hands to explore it all. That anticipation faltered a touch when the legs and feet she eyed to either side of her slipped away and disappeared behind her, leading the redhead to peek behind her to ensure she hadn't missed any cue that made her bold approach unwelcome. However, when she saw Eve merely trying to pull them off...she smirked, and turned back, trying to be a patient recipient of the coming massage.

When the legs returned sans pants, Lise licked her lips subtly, eyeing their tone. But she continued to remain fairly composed, simply planting a palm at Eve's thighs to push herself back another few inches before reluctantly letting go. She wouldn't have to long for contact, though, as the thighs nestled around her midriff.

She willed herself to take Eve's every assurance that she relax as gospel, lidding her eyes, with her only response being to take her long hair and pull it over her shoulder to give Eve more access to her back.

And Eve was every bit as good as she claimed. Arlise didn't know whether it was excitement or drowsiness growing in her more quickly as Eve worked her hands all over her bare skin, but Lise absorbed every moment of it like each rub was the last drop of water in the desert. The excitement won out when her gorgeous and talented guest's hands reached her hips and her abs and chest, and Lise tried to still herself with a wistful sigh, not even bothering to respond to Eve's concerns.

She didn't even notice the thighs sliding into place around her, at first, having too pleasant of an experience to worry.

When they folded, tightened, and hands started moving over her breasts, though, Lise was slowly drawn out of her conscious dream and brought hands down onto the top of Eve's thighs again, in time to hear the woman's teasing words and feel the muscles starting to bulge. Thrill and apprehension swirled in her chest as she started to straighten, too late.

A moan as sensual as it was pained left her lips as the wrapping Eve crunched around the middle of her body, and Lise nearly lost her head.

Instead, in the flytrap of Eve's legs, she arched back and gasped through what was nearly a smile. At the same time, her hands rubbed over her own sides and hips, becoming slick with oil before they returned to Eve's irresistibly powerful calves and rubbed the oil there.

"You would...have me. Just like...now..."

[thesteedman]

"Ahh, but I imagine we probably would not have started off a wrestling match in the ring with a massage, so getting you in this position may have been more difficult without some form of treachery on my part." Eve whispered with a playful yet sultry tone.
"Still... I have you right now don't I?" Eve added with less volume, speaking into Arlise's ear, before she purposely let her lips trace over the side of Lise's neck with a light nip. Lise's body was something else, now that she had her locked in a bearhug and bodyscissor combination from behind. It was like squeezing a marble sculpture of a Greek goddess, as expected there was simply no give in Lise's powerful midriff, no ounce or hint of softness, just a hard flat stomach.

Eve's legs shifted into a figure four position around her slender waist, digging in deep around her frame just below her navel, as her arms began to tighten around her chest, wrapping a little tighter just below the breasts. Given her now oiled body, it was easy to move as Eve slid up against her back, feeling the oils spread from Lise's scantily clad form onto her own, making the two slowly slide and slip together. There was no sign of Eve's grip slipping however, such was the strength of her embrace now. Slowly she let her arms and legs slowly tense up, with surprisingly powerful muscles seeming to harden and constrict Lise where she sat.

Eve near shuddered in delight, listening to the soft moan that was forced from Lise's lips from each prolonged squeeze. Her arms pressed upwards, forcing Lise's bikini clad chest to heave upwards, stretching her torso just a little in the process, which allowed for Eve's dangerous legs to slowly tighten a little more around her already vice trapped waist. Eve bit her lower lip softly, before letting loose a quiet sigh, using her own body as a weapon against Lise and being rewarded with perfect results, feeling her stunning captive writhe within the oiled embrace.

Part of her wanted to see Lise's face as she squeezed her, as from behind she did not have the best view. Releasing Lise however was not an option for her right now, she wanted to try and weaken her prey before she tried anything else, though in truth, simply holding her glistening form like this was already stirring things within Eve's core. Part of her was almost jealous she was not on the receiving end of such a move, another part of her simply wished to keep Lise where she was and never let go.
"Do you give up?" Eve finally whispered after what felt like several minutes, before the new wrestler let her arms and legs tighten again, stronger than before, wanting to hear the sweet music that was Lise's moans as she tried to force one from between her beautiful lips before she could even conjure and answer.

[Winter]

Eve managed to push her every button, and Lise felt her excitement growing, to the point of desire where rationale burned away in favor of the heat between her thighs, as Eve not only declared so alluringly that she had the redhead precisely where she wanted...but brushed soft lips over her neck that came in irresistible contrast to the steely thighs and calves that swallowed the flesh and muscle of her midsection.

Titania shivered in response and seized all at once, choking out what would have plainly, if not for a fresh squeeze from her captor, been a sign along with her increasingly flushed skin of how far Eve had driven her. All the while, her hands continued to freely explore, slick enough with oil that they freely slid from Eve's calves to her outer thigh. One hand gripped and pulled before surrendering, but it stayed there, rubbing rather than trying to fight.

She was trapped, anyway. There was no fighting her way into escape. Eve truly did have her, with a lithe body much more pleasant to have restraining her than cuffs or ropes. The notion left Lise in a state of bliss that, even with ribs sore from the recent destruction of her torso by way of another lovely woman, brought her to a physical and mental peace...and the desire to stay in her role as the trapped one as long as she could manage.

Moans freely left her lips, and driven by both her peace of mind and the surprising amount of pain that Eve was inflicting, she continued to make efforts to twist, writhe, and escape, even knowing that Eve's legs wouldn't be untwined. Her hands searched all the way over to Eve's foot, and she rubbed oil over it in her fascination under the guise of trying to pry it loose from the figure four. The calves she explored again. Eve's thighs, hips. In her plight, she didn't know if she touched every part of the gams that swallowed her midsection, but she likely came close, rubbing in oil that softened the skin but not the muscles crunching her.

When Eve asked for her submission after Lise's predicament started to wear on her resistance and truly squeezed down on her, Lise gripped the woman's thighs again, staring up at the ceiling with an expression and a feminine moan made of equal parts woe and euphoria. "Nev...anh... never..." She pried at the foot again, just to reinforce her determination.

[thesteedman]

It had not taken long for the oils to spread from Arlise's alluring figure over to Eve's. Each writhe and near rhythmic motion from Eve's captive further grinded her body against her own, spreading the lotion that Eve had applied to both ladies, coating their soft skin in a sheen that reflected every beautiful curve and enhanced the definition of their well toned bodies. Arlise herself had played a significant part, as Eve suspected her prying arms had been a tactical notion to further douse her shapely legs. Arlise was a wrestler after all, and Eve had her suspicions it was not beyond Arlise to escape from her bodyscissor hold. Given the earlier smother might have weakened Arlise however, it was possible she simply could not escape right now.

Eve slowly released her bearhug from the beautiful Belgian, her body now slick with the oil. Eve had been tactical with her release however, slowly letting her hands smoothly caress over Lise's bare midriff as her wrists traced below her captives chest. She bit her lower lip lightly, enjoying the feel of her stomach as her legs continued to constrict Lise's waist like the deadly coil of an constrictor. Each time she squeezed she felt Lise's abs tense up to try and endure, as she slowly massaged her stomach to work the oils further into her skin. The low sultry moans of Arlise were certainly not lost on Eve, as she near shivered with delight, finding pleasure in knowing she was the cause of the music that reached her ears.

After what felt like minutes, Eve knew Arlise would never surrender. By no means was it a bad thing, but Eve was growing somewhat impatient with behind trapped behind her captive, a prisoner of her own making of a sorts. She grew tired of staring at the back of Lise's head, and instead desired a better vantage point. Given the oils that both women were now doused in, movement between the two was slick. With a fluid motion, Eve shifted herself, keeping her bodyscissors tight around Lise's slender waist, but deftly navigating herself to slide around. In moments the hold changed from a reverse body scissor to a frontal, as Eve parked herself on Arlise's lap.

Now she finally had it all, as her thighs tensed up and her calves pressed in against Lise's lower spine. A few clicks and cricks near sounded out from the vertebrae in her lower back from the growing pressure, but the bodyscissor, though tight, was still endurable. Eve smiled, pressing Lise to lie on her back, caring little that she trapped her own legs between the mat and Arlise's back. Rather it allowed for her legs to near slither tighter, whilst her hands reached out, capturing Arlise's wrists firmly to press them down against the mat. Eve restrained Arlise, wearing a beautiful smile along her angelic features, now able to see her Belgian captive face to face, watching as her chest heaved and her bare stomach strained from the constriction. She longed to hear another moan and see Arlise's face with her own eyes... and thus she squeezed with her powerful thighs once more.

[Winter]

Suffering an internal battle almost as overwhelming as the outward one, Lise struggled between never wanting her torture at the hands of this beauty to end and knowing that if it didn't at some point, she would likely have a midriff so tortured that she would miss, at the very least, a couple of days of training from soreness. And she doubted Eve was even torturing her to her fullest extent. Wanting to have her cake without the compressed love handles to show for it, as it were, Lise stopped her ecstatic squirming and finally allowed herself the slightest respite in leaning forward to tighten the abs being squeezed into revealing themselves from beneath her soft curves, holding tighter to her stubbornness just as her hands held tighter to the dimples in Eve's squeezing calves.

She had just started to weigh trying to prise Eve's legs apart again when a sudden shift threw off her plans, and just as she started to catch onto what was happening, she lost the chance to create another one. A small gasp of relief left her lips, and she just managed to lift her oil-slick hands onto Eve's equally oil-slick thighs while she felt Eve swivel, inner thighs slipping across Lise's ravaged midriff. But her hands slipped off before she gained the leverage to squeeze herself through the top of the leggy trap, and she found herself staring into the eyes of her torturer.

Eve adjusting to her new life in Lise's lap gave the redhead a welcome moment of respite that she primarily spent admiring everything from Eve's bright eyes to her appealing lips and, when her hands came forward to push at her assailant, the woman's chest and abs in the slick oil.

An inner debate as to whether she should really make her way to an escape...grabbing Eve's head was an option...took too long, and the pythons coiled again, now snug to her back rather than her stomach, leaving her squished belly exposed. A choked moan was freed from her lips as Eve bore down on her, contorting Eve's back into the hold and, just as Lise's hands came to try and push at Eve's chin to relieve the pressure, they were pinned to the floor beside her.

Completely powerless, Lise groaned and stared up into the eyes of the woman she could only describe as her master for the hour, stirring for the pain to leave and the pleasure to be all that was left.

She wouldn't get her wish, as the legs crunched her now completely defenseless, compressed midsection, leaving her to feel like her breasts were going to be squeezed out of her top. "Oh...Gooood!", she moaned again, a solely sensual whimper capping the end of her exclamation. The soles of her feet pushed against the floor in an attempt to bridge that got her nowhere...only more stretched out for her torturer.

[thesteedman]

Lise struggled and writhed below Eve, making efforts to try and escape the deadly bodyscissors. Eve watched as Lise began with an energetic attempt, but gradually began weakening and falling short of breaking free. It seemed Eve had her trapped, having her wrists pinned against the mat whilst keeping her legs wrapped tightly around Lise's stunning midriff. The British young woman couldn't help but glance downward, taking in the view of Lise's bikini clad figure, which was visible from her navel upwards. Eve took a keen interest in her oiled midriff, watching as her abs tensed and relaxed during the constricting pressure of Eve's legs, no doubt trying to endure the almost serpentine like constriction.

"Heh, I think I just got a little lucky." Eve whispered, knowing she cheated a fair amount to attain this position in the first place. Eve could see the hold was getting the better of Lise, and she knew she had drained a good amount of fight from her. Slowly, she released her wrists, feeling she could no longer do much with them except for attempt to pry at her legs... but her hold was locked tight, her calves being dug deep into Lise's back with the leverage of her position pressing down on her lower stomach. Eve hoisted herself upwards, showing impressive balance, now able to watch with a better view as she continued to squeeze her captive.

She near shivered watching Lise below her, gaining an excellent view of her cleavage that was barely contained by her bikini top, given how deeply her chest rose and fell with each strained breathe. Combined with the oils that had seeped between her breasts and over her chest, Lise was a marvel to behold. Eve slowly ran her hands over Lise's bare stomach, letting her fingers trace softly over her oiled and firm abs.
"Heh, you only have to submit and I will let go... maybe." Eve teased with a soft voice. purposely wiggling her hips against Lise's before she poured on a little more pressure. Her intent was to try and force another moan from the parting lips of her captive.

[Winter]

Lise's thoughts tore from one extreme to another, from thinking that she had to escape from the leggy coils of her sparring partner to wishing she could spend the rest of her day exploring the body crushing hers. Her arms strained a touch from the mix of both needs, wishing she had her hands under her command rather than Eve's so that she might relieve some of the tightness around her stomach or, if nothing else, get a feel of Eve's legs. To her surprise, despite the feebleness of her effort, those hands were freed.

The peek she took to try and determine why only revealed Eve sitting up onto her stomach, to apply more weight and pressure on Lise's midriff, driving the redhead further onto her back and leaving her staring up at her captor in equal parts marvel and concern.

That was all she managed to take in fully before she returned right back to writhing, her hands gripping at the only portion of Eve that was not pulsing muscle, the top of her guest's bottoms. She was not so desperate or lustful, even in her current state as the woman's body crunched hers, to pull them away, but as Eve's fingers rubbed over Lise's own stomach...she was an attentive torturer...Lise's fingers did explore further, finding dimples across Eve's warm, oiled skin formed by her lean muscles.

Lacking any ability to concentrate, as she could add lightheadedness brought on by difficulty breathing to the list of damage being done by Eve's legs, Lise didn't respond to the DJ's words, only groaned a small complaint at feeling the woman's taunting, enticing wriggle and then tearing into another series of gasps when she was squeezed anew.

Locked in another battle between surrender and asking for more, Lise pushed at Eve's stomach, looking to get the woman's weight off of her, if nothing else. It didn't help that her gasps came out hitched, a flutter to her stomach and chest with each one, and her feet had become a flurry of stomps from the torture.

[thesteedman]

Eve felt Lise begin to push against her bare stomach. Most of the strength had left Lise, but none the less, given the position of Eve it wouldn't take much to set her off balance. As such, she found herself settling down onto Lise's lap, somewhat bringing some ease to the gruelling pressure of the snake like vice of a grip around her slender waist. Eve had room now to straighten her legs, all she had to do was slap her ankles together and all that leverage and pressure would return... however, Eve held back, instead opting for her original scissors, her thighs pressing in against Lise's sides as her calves pressed in against her back. It was not a strong a scissor, but Eve was not looking to break Lise... though she couldn't deny it made for a sight leaving her writhing and gasping for air.

Eve couldn't help but giggle a little, recalling how Lise had nearly made away with her bottoms, having pulled at them in her desperation. Any stronger of a pull and Eve would have been in quite an embarrassing predicament. As it was right now however, she had Lise were she wanted her. Her grip was no longer as gruelling but still held enough pressure to keep her bikini clad captive trapped. There was certainly something to be said having ones thighs wrapped around such a stunning woman. Especially given how her body was coated in a film of oils that only enhanced the defined features of her skin and beauty. Keeping that sly smile, Eve moved her arms in to grasp at her own ankles, pulling her legs in a little to drive Lise's slender frame deeper between her thighs. It came with a tight squeeze, but Eve managed to softly brush her own oiled figure against her sparring partners.

"I see "give up" is not within your vocabulary." Eve whispered into Lise's ear, being so close to her, purposely pressing her own scantily clad form against that of the Belgium wrestler as her legs enclosed just a little bit tighter around Lise.
"You should probably know though... I can do this all night." Eve further teased. She was certainly in no rush to release Lise from her deadly scissor hold. Ever so slowly, her hands released her own ankles, before sliding around Lise's upper body, wrapping around her neck to hug her close to her chest. She knew very well she could add a smother to the hold... though content to squeeze the fight from her lithe body, Eve knew she could seal the deal, hugging Lise a little tighter.