Turn it Down [Scar & The Body]

[thesteedman]

Sophia groaned softly when she began to stir. Her head felt light and woozy, whilst her limbs were heavy with exhaustion. The beautiful German could not recall passing out, only the terrible sensation of a oppressing and suffocating squeeze Lola had inflicted upon her, taking the platinum blonde beyond her limitations of what she could take. It felt like she had only been out for perhaps a minute, causing Sophia to gasp as she sat up, expecting to find Lola still wrapped around her slender form. Much to her surprise, Lola was no longer on the bed with her. She lay alone, the silken sheets somewhat straightened out as she was positioned in the centre, propped up against a few pillows.

The tribulations of the night began to creep up on Sophia as her brief surge of adrenaline came to an end as swiftly as it begun. She grimaced, feeling significant discomfort in her lower back, causing her to arch a little as she brought a hand around to support the small of her back. Her stomach felt tender, any movements causing her abs to tense up a little and cause further displeasure. Her hair was unkempt, hanging over her eyes, her clothes, what little she wore still the same as when she passed out with a sports bra and knee cut light pants. Sophia glanced around, her throat dry, a deep thirst manifesting itself. There was a glass of water on the side table... crystal clear. Though cautious, the need to quench her first drew her to the glass. Her hands shook as she barely had the strength to hold it, downing the drink in a single go with a few vast gulps, allowing for some droplets to slide down her chin to drop to her chest and midriff.

Gasping, Sophia tried to shift towards the edge of the bed... but she winced, feeling an agony in her core from the sins of the night. It was enough to bring her pause as she lay in a slightly arched position on the bed, needing a moment to re-gather herself. A distant noise drew her attention, as she witnessed Lola moving in the kitchen from what visibility she had from the bedroom door being open. Much to her alarm, Sophia realised that Lola had opened her blinds to reveal the sun beyond. It was day... but what time was it? How long had she been out?! Sophia winced, trying to shift again, but her body was still weakened. The drugs in her system had mostly dissipated, but the aftermath left her weakened and still somewhat groggy. She tried to keep quiet, thinking of her next move... but gasped out when she noticed Lola make eye contact with her.

Sophia's breathing rate increased as she tried to shift... but her movements were slow. A deep frown developed upon her brow, disgusted that she had been forced to stay within Lola's abode against her will.
"You... are in serious trouble." Sophia whispered with venom in her tone.

[BlackAkuma]

”Hey folks, here’s a story ‘bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a low-down hoochie-koocher…”

Lola idly typed away on her laptop at the kitchen table, listening to some old time

in the background as she worked. It helped her focus and put her mind at ease, and she needed it to get through this nonsense. It had been a long time since she’d had to do editing herself, back when she still needed to get her work out there and was sending out audition tapes, and she’d almost forgotten how much she hated it. It was such tedium, clipping this here, moving this here, making it fit into that, repeatedly going over her product. She never thought she’d learn to hate the sound of her own voice, but here she was, on the verge of going crazy at the sound of her moaning.

She sipped some coffee as she continued her work, only looking up from the screen for a moment when she heard the sound of Sophia stirring in the other room, a sure sign that she’d been joining her in a moment. The drugs had undoubtedly worn off by now, fully run through her system, and while she would feel like utter shit, she would be in good enough shape to completely wreck the entire apartment thrashing Lola about. She couldn't lie, she was a tad worried about that, but only a tad. She had plans for this.

For the moment, she relaxed in the chair, crossed her legs and continued about her work easing into the seat. The long, black fur bath robe she wore clung tight to her skin, feeling heavenly after the shower she’d taken a few minutes ago, and the miso soup she had on the oven was starting to fill the room with its thick, meaty smell. She was in a good mood, and nothing would ruin.

Not even being threatened.

”Hm. Am I?” Lola glanced at Sophia for a moment with a mild look, unfazed by the German karateka’s killer gaze, before she turned back to her computer. ”How about this: You tell me why I’m in serious trouble, then I will tell you why I’m not.” She wave a lazy hand her way. ”Go on.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia took a deep breath, feeling anger build within her very core. She managed to rise from the bed, though her legs felt light and the rest of her form felt heavy. Given the combination of whatever embers remained in her system from the drug it was that Lola had spiked her with, and the inflicted ailments from her host's deadly embraces, Sophia was all too aware she was not in a position to fight Lola. In truth it was not in Sophia's nature to fight if she could avoid it, but she was ready to defend herself if need be, as feeble as the notion would be right now. The calm manner in which Lola addressed her made her brow furrow a little deeper, and the blonde German soon stood tall to mask the pain and discomfort she was in. A slight tremble in her left leg was a significant tell that she was still weakened, whilst her exposed midriff was still strained from tension inflicted on her core from Lola's vice like thighs during the darkened hours.

When Lola finished her words, Sophia gave some pause. She was a smart woman, and unfortunately she had gained some unwanted experience from the more devious wrestlers within the LAW. Wolfe could see the confident manner in which Lola sipped at her coffee, whilst her hands slowly clenched. Before Lola even spoke, Sophia was trying to work out what was going through her tormentors mind. For one there was no evidence of what happened here... Lola invited Sophia in and she accepted it. She could not approach the LAW board simply because it would be her word against Lola's own. There had been no prior interactions in the ring or backstage to even consider. Lola had never struck Sophia either, using only suffocating and crushing holds. It was not in Sophia's nature to attack another, and if she got vengeance against Lola now, the chances were she would leave a mark upon her Lola could use against her instead.

"You stay away from me. If you ever... ever try to do anything like that again, I'll cut you down with a single kick." Sophia grimaced. It was all she could do... warn and threaten Lola. The venom in her tone made it clear the Middleweight superstar was not messing, as she glared at Lola for a moment to let her words sink in. Shaking her head as Lola seemed unphased by the threat, Sophia would turn to walk out. Her entire form was screaming at her, but Sophia did her best to ignore it, trying to make for the front door.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola kept a calm, controlled face, but inside, she couldn't help a tinge of fear. She knew exactly who she was dealing with, here, having grown quite aware of the woman’s musculature all through the night. She had seen enough of her matches and watched her in action, and had witnessed her in action against far more experienced women than she was. If Sophia wanted to come over and kick Lola’s head clean off her shoulders, there was precious little she could do to stop her.

But she wouldn’t do that. Oh, she might want to, might fantasize, might dream about all the way she would brutalize Lola if she had half a chance, but she wouldn’t ever lay a hand on another person outside of the ring, save for self-defense. At the end of the day, Sophia was a good person. Honorable. Disciplined. A true martial artist.

So, instead of taking the vengeance she craved, she would tuck her tail and limp out of the apartment, chalking it up as a loss. She was done with Lola.

But Lola wasn’t done with her.

She didn’t say anything, not at first. Instead, she simply pressed play on the video she had been working on. It wasn’t finished, but it was complete enough for her purposes. She turned up the volume and filled the room with the sounds of her moans mingling with Sophia’s, their cries coming in unison, sounding like they were in the throes of rapturous passion. Once she was sure she had the German’s attention, she turned the laptop around and let her see the source - a video was playing, one that showed the two of them in her bedroom. The footage was low quality, as you would expect from a poorly shot sextape, and that was the point. Their silhouettes could be seen, bumping around and thrusting, and it would all seem quite consensual to a casual observer.

She kept her eyes locked on Sophia the entire time, looking to see if her point was made. She turned the laptop back her way, then pushed the chair on the opposite side of the table, giving enough space for Sophia to slide in. ”Sit. We need to talk.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia was reaching towards the handle of the door when she began to hear the sounds coming from Lola's laptop. She froze solid in place for a good moment, listening to the unmistakable moans of Lola, sounds she had become regrettably familiar with during her long and torturous night with her tormentor. The sound of sheets rustling, and the pained groans and exhausted involuntary moans of Sophia made her turn to face Lola, feeling anxiety begin to fabricate into her strained core. Despite the agony she had endured that night, given how the clips had been edited; it could easily be misconstrued as connected moans of pleasure with her host. Paired up with the dubious quality of filming, with all the body contact between Lola and Sophia that now played on the screen, it was easy to see what it was that Lola had achieved in that time working on a computer, and what it all looked like.

That fierce expression that Lola had silently feared was gone in an instant, replaced with a look of bewilderment and shock. Those tightly balled fists eased into unperturbed hands, that once proud stance diminishing as Sophia let her guard drop to reveal her ailments Lola had inflicted upon her as she almost had a slouch from the discomfort. Lola remained unmoving, her hungry eyes merely staring before using a barefoot to slide the opposite chair from her a little, gesturing both physically and verbally for Sophia to come and join her in light of this new development. The resolve Sophia had held was annihilated, her intent to almost walk out of this situation with her head held high and her pride intact despite what she had gone through was also swept aside. She had been Lola's prisoner last night... and with a simple turn of a laptop and a volume increase, she was a prisoner now.

Sophia approached, though her confidence was shot, making her approach an uneasy and slow one. She was all too aware of the implication of this clip. Whilst a notion ran through her mind to smash the laptop with a heel kick... she was more tech savvy than that. By now Lola would have copies saved on the Internet, no doubt just a click away on a mouse or a tap away on a mobile phone. The clip continued to play out, the blurred figures looking like they were lost in a moment of passion, grinding together in lust. It was not the case in reality, but Lola had shifted a scene, played with an angle and adjusted a few sounds to make it all look like something else. Though the quality was questionable, it was easy to pick out Sophia and Lola, and the sounds were unmistakable. After a slow and sheepish approach, Sophia approached the chair, sliding to sit opposite of Lola. Her shoulders were in, her head somewhat lowered as she looked upon Lola with disgust and apprehension.

"What do you want..." Sophia whispered after a pause, her tone and unique mix of German and British accents carrying a defeatist ambiance... all too aware of the situation she was in. If Katherine Hart saw this... what would she think?! The notion of that gave her pause and let dread set into her core as she looked to Lola, realising she was completely at her mercy right now.

[BlackAkuma]

”You.”

The setup was just too perfect.

While Sophia was naive, undoubtedly, she wasn’t stupid, and she certainly had enough brain cells to put all of this together and figure out what Lola was getting after. She was happy to see the woman didn’t need to have things explained in detail. She could see it all in her eyes, the sunken shoulders, the look of a beaten dog. She might not have known the goal of all this, not just yet, but she knew she wouldn’t have any choice in whatever came next. She wasn’t in between her legs anymore, but that didn’t mean she’d escaped.

Lola enjoyed a long sip of her coffee before she spoke again, taking her time to enjoy the moment. As much fun as it was to crush this woman with her legs, crushing her spirit was even more satisfying. She’d been so proud and defiant last night, but all it took was a few clicks on a laptop to take all that fight out of her.

”You’re mine, mosca.” She finished off her mug and stood up, heading to the counter for refill. She thought about offering Sophia some, too, but decided against it. This was the imported stuff, too good to waste. ”Your little kitty kat girlfriend can share you. You can spend time with her. But, from now on, I’m going to have you on tap. When I call, you come. That night we just had? The first of many.” She breathed deep as she poured, filling the air with a heavenly aroma. ”You and I are going to get to know each other. So, so well.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia wondered in the back of her mind, perhaps if she had just shared the name of her lover when Lola demanded it, none of this would be happening. Lola had failed to break her during the night, her will barely holding on to the notion of pride for not letting slip the name of her girlfriend. Was this the next step? An escalation for her defiance? Or was this always on the cards regardless if Sophia had submitted or not? It was hard to say, but the moment Lola mentioned Kitty Kat, the beautiful but scarred Sophia was all too aware that was no longer the game they were playing. A quick Google search would be all it would take to bring up the shot of Katherine Hart carrying out a hurt but victorious Sophia Wolfe from the LAW arena post the Apex Finals, along with all the articles that came with it. The two had quietly taken the relationship to the next level before it all, but now everything was out in the open. Lola's focus was no longer on squeezing information out of her, but of possession and dominance. Something she now had with careful editing and a few clicks.

Sophia said nothing... what could she even say at this point. She remained seated, a look of distain upon her angelic features as the clip continued to play, the sounds of Lola moaning in pleasure in throes of desire. By now Sophia had fallen silent in the clip, no doubt passed out as she had during various hours in the night, but it made no difference to the nature of the clip. Lola began what Sophia could only call theatrics as she began to pace around, refilling her mug, regarding her once more as Mosca as she had when they first met. There was no retort this time from Sophia, just a pit of dread as she listened to Lola's ambition. As expected, she was holding the clip over Sophia's head. She did not even need to mention what would happen, because Lola was aware that Sophia was not stupid. There was an immediate understanding that was spoken in Sophia's body language alone.

The thought of being Lola's plaything was one that left a feeling of despair. Right now... there was no way to refuse her. Sophia was falling for Katherine Hart, if this clip was released it would be the end of something truly special. There was a chance that perhaps she could explain what had happened... but a fear gripped her that Kat would turn her away and leave her.
"Can I go?..." Sophia whispered, taking note of the surge of confidence within Lola who took in the scent of her freshly made coffee. Sophia wondered how someone so beautiful could be so twisted and horrid. What began as a visit had turned into something terrible, with Sophia finding herself bound to this woman. There must be a way out of this... but given the shock and exhaustion, Sophia could not even think straight right now. She needed to get out, she needed to shower the sins of the night and she needed to get away from the playing clip that sat in front of her. Without thinking she reached over and closed the lid of the laptop to pause it, a sharp breath slipping from her lips. She could not stomach the sound of Lola's devious purrs of desire that had been incessant since she began playing the clip.

[BlackAkuma]

Mm. That was damn fine coffee.

Lola didn’t say anything for a moment. Didn’t need to. Her experience was that silence was golden in moments like these. As tempting as it was to twist the knife, it was so much better to let their imagination run wild and speculate on their position. Oftentimes, they would dream up fates far worse than anything she had planned, making it far easier to control them with fear.

And Sophia was rife with fear. She could see it writ large on the woman’s face, as she processed her situation and came to all the worst conclusions. There was no arguing, no bargaining, no pleading, no begging, just a grim realization that her fate was sealed. To her credit, the German accepted it faster than most would, and even knew the proper way to proceed, already getting into the habit of asking for permission.

That question made Lola smile, the widest one she’d donned in Sophia’s presence, and she moved back over to the table with her mug gripped tight. She breathed deep, savored the victory, and pretended to contemplate the question momentarily, just drawing out suspense. After such a harrowing night, she was sure that the woman merely wanted to go somewhere private, wash away the scents of another woman on her skin, curl up in bed, and pretend that the last 24 hours were all some torrid nightmare.

Too bad. ”Hm. No.”

To emphasize how little her desires mattered at the moment, Lola reached over and opened the laptop again, restarting the clip and looping it. She even increased the volume, making it more onerous than before. ”Let’s test this out, shall we?” She nodded off to the side. ”On the couch. I want to cuddle.”

[thesteedman]

That pit of dread within Sophia's core did not subside when Lola denied her permission to leave. It was perhaps too much to hope that this wicked woman would spare her further humiliation. Lola had her dead to rights now, especially for today when that laptop cover was lifted upwards once more, the clip being played once more as a stark reminder to Sophia and her current position. Looking at the board, there was no moves for Sophia to make, she had lost complete control and Lola had all the pieces. It was this knowledge that had Sophia desiring to leave swiftly, so she could think... so she could assess her situation after cleansing herself of the previous night. Lola would not even grant her that mercy, more keen to flex this new found power. Sophia's expression was a lost one when Lola motioned for her to shift towards the couch.

She glanced at it, all too aware of that furniture being were the perils of last night had first begun. Her breathing increased a little, with Lola declaring that she wanted to cuddle with her, once again feel her body against her own. Sophia was clad only in a sports bra and somewhat baggy trousers that ended below her knees, at least dressed somewhat. Yet right now she almost felt naked, wanting nothing more than to grab a large towel and drape it over her shoulders to conceal her entire form. It was hard to think, listening to the incessant moans of Lola, as well as the sound of her lips deeply kissing at her skin. Her own involuntary groans joined in, her pain masked by the quality of the sound, causing Sophia to wince as she turned away from the screen.

A few seconds had passed, with a small sense of rational thought entering Sophia's mind through the chaos and despair. She complied with Lola's command, her form rising from the chair before she slowly approached the couch, walking barefoot across the floor whilst one of her arms folded across her chest, gripping at her other arm. She could not look Lola in the eye, her expression revealing her despair as she went back to the scene of the crime. Sophia just had to survive today, that was what she told herself... and perhaps then she could find a way out of this.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola watched Sophia as she sipped her coffee, keeping a keen eye on her despite her lackadaisical look. This was an important moment, where she tested her newfound relationship. There was always the chance that she’d underestimated Sophia, just as she’d briefly done last night, that the woman would surprise her and take charge despite the Sword of Damocles hanging above her head. It was one thing for Lola to state she had power over Sophia, another thing entirely to demonstrate it.

After a moment of understandable hesitation, however, Sophia complied with her order and made her way over to the couch, her tail between her legs all the way. ”Good girl.”

Lola made her way around the couch soon after, setting her mug down on the table as she passed, She locked eyes with Sophia as she came around, seeing the utter despair, the resignation, the silent pleading - all signs of an utterly defeated woman. If the two of them ever met in a real fight, the karateka would likely rip her to shreds, far more than she could’ve ever hoped to handle in a fair fight…but life wasn’t fair, was it? It was all about maximizing your advantages and making the most of the tools you’d been given. Lola was smart, Lola controlled the variables, and that was why she won. Plain and simple.

She soaked in the sight for a few seconds, reveling in her victory, before she strode forward and gave Sophia a sudden, rough push, hurling her onto the carpet. She breathed deep, let out an ecstatic sigh, then dove on top of her to enjoy the fruits of her labor - kissing at her neck, grinding their chests together, and best of all, wrapping her legs around the German’s waist, growing tighter and tighter and tighter...