The Shots We (Maybe Shouldn't) Take [for Ducky]

[HotWheels]

The fire in Esther’s spine burned hotter with every millimeter he leaned back, transforming her vertebrae into popping, grinding jolts of pain like electricity. He had her in a torturous, unnatural curve, forcing her heels down toward the back of her head until her quadriceps screamed in protest. She wasn't just beaten; he all but had her displayed. The hold flattened her breasts and forced the air from her lungs in short, jagged gasps that sounded suspiciously like whimpers. The skin of her sides and back contorted into ridges. Her hips twisted and strained.

And God, the exposure. The torque on her hips did more than just bend her; it dragged the fabric of her bikini bottoms dangerously low, the pink strings squeezing and slipping against her sweating skin. She felt the cool air kiss the top of her glutes, a prelude to the stripping he promised. The humiliation of it - folded up like a cheap lawn chair in the middle of her own living room, helpless beneath the weight of the man she’d provoked - sent a flush through her that rivaled the burn in her back. A confusing cocktail of agony and a traitorous, throbbing arousal that pooled low in her belly.

She tried to find a breath, but only a ragged, broken moan escaped her lips, her face mashed into the matas.

"Nnnngh! Stop... it! Too... deep!"

Her vision swam in a haze of white-hot sensation. He sat heavy and immovable on the small of her back, a conqueror on his throne, and Esther realized with a sinking finality that she had no fight left. Her body felt lush and heavy, limp with the overwhelming stimulation of the stretch. To keep resisting wasn't brave. It was just delaying the inevitable relief... and the inevitable penalty.

A final, crushing tug on her legs snapped her resolve.

"Okay... ungh... I give!"

Esther’s hand, trembling and weak, slapped the mat in a frantic, rapid-fire rhythm, the sound echoing through the room as she begged for him to release the tension before she snapped in two.

[ADarlingDucky]

Esther's attempts to get her arms down and force some space between her and the matted floor seemed to only end up as a mere inconvenience for El Rey, and as the masked man simply sat his full weight down atop her back, Esther was squashed flat to the matted floor! The masked man, gripping her legs tightly, would begin a slow but steady lean backwards, each movement folding Esther further and further towards a circle, all while she let out low moans of agony, her back feeling all of the strain the nasty hold provided! Her attire, already struggling to hide her curvy body, would be pulled taught against her as he flexed his arms and pulled back further, leaving her letting out strained cries for him to stop! But it was only when Esther would finally let out a strained submission, her hand beginning to desperately slap the mats, that El Rey would finally let go of her legs and allow her body to unfurl!

"There we go! You're pretty flexible, you know that?" El Rey's words, ever-so-slightly taunting given that Esther had just been forced to submit, would float through the air as the luchador stood up off of his opponent, relieving her of the feeling of his body pinning her down. The masked man would step aside, letting Esther have some room to actually recover, though she'd likely need a few moments to relieve her spine of some of the pain that was likely still lingering, sitting down next to her.

"Whew... was starting to think you were gonna break in half before you tapped out. Good thing you did though, wouldn't have been as fun if I had to unroll you before we moved on." El Rey said with a wry smile, sitting by and watching Esther as she recovered. Still, the unspoken words from either wrestler, at the moment, were about the conditions that the two had set for their match, being that any lost fall would result in a lost piece of clothing as well. Something that Esther was going to have to suffer before they continued!