An Offering to the Goddess

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy watched, Lucy listened, and most important of all, Lucy learned from Neith. As fun as it was to watch Theo get dismantled and as arousing as it was getting, those things were what was interesting to her most about this scenario. Even she knew that women beating men in sensual ways wasn’t the rarest thing in LAW - both the guys talked about it all the time, with one anticipating and the other dreading. She would go so far as to say that Neith might not even be the best at it on a physical level - she’d seen some absolute She-Hulks at their little wrestling event tonight.

But she doubted any of them could make their domination look this good, could work over a guy with so much sinful style. She wasn’t just overpowering him physically, but mentally, beating him with every word as she loomed over him. If a mouse with its tail caught in a trap could make a face, it would look precisely like the one he had on right now. Confused, panicked, knowing the end was near but not able to do much about it. Not while the cat was closing in…

”I disagree-”

Neith cut him off with a burst of movement, pinning him to the mat and dropping down to whisper something in his ear. Lucy wasn’t close enough to make it out, but whatever she said, it was enough to make his body tremble in response. Or maybe a shiver. Hard to tell. Regardless, his back arched, his hips bucked against hers, and she could only imagine how good that must have felt.

All the better, because it wasn’t going to last. Lucy looked and moved to the side for a better view, watching as her legs snaked around his own. One, then the other. Then they tightened. Then came the spreading, further and further, bending his joints at an awkward angle. Further and further, until.

”Ah, fuck!” Theo cried out as he reached his limit and threw back his head, trying to thrash as she pressed down on him. ”I give! I give, fuck, I give!”

”Hm. That’s nice.” Lucy didn’t even bother to look up his way, instead letting her gaze linger on Neith’s legs, watching as they swelled with rapt attention. ”Didn’t sound like an apology to me, though.” She reached out and gave Neith a little poke on her butt. ”What about you?”

[HotWheels]

For all Neith lacked as a classic overall wrestler, she still understood how to work a body beyond the sensual domination that she typically employed for clients and even most of her less-threatening opponents over the years. It all amounted to the simplest understanding of anatomy and having a cool enough head to keep the receipts as to what parts she had and had not focused over the course of the match. With a client, she would try to include their every part in her approach, lest they had some particular kink they wanted her to fulfill. With an actual opponent? She used her particular brand of offense to squeeze, bend, or smother them where they already hurt.

She had tortured his leg in the reversed figure-four and the scissorhold, and here, when she had him at his physical and mental weakest, she targeted it again...and brought his crotch and other leg along for the ride. The response was near-immediate once she had his legs spread as far as hers could take them, to the point that their crushed-together nethers had separated because she had stretched his legs along for too stressful a ride. She slammed her hips down on him again anyway, and Neith was giggling her unsettling little giggle the second the first complaint left his mouth.

"You give?", she asked, already teasing the point that Lucy chimed in to reinforce. She swung her head over her shoulder to peer at the little drummer just as the woman poked her. The goddess felt every ounce as thrilled as she had in the bar earlier, having all three of them interested: all three had to be fully smitten now, if the drummer got the temptation. Holding the reins felt far too nice.

"Mmm, listen to her, Theo," the goddess cooed. "She's right. Where's your sorry? I don't mind leaving you walking bow-legged and pissing sitting down for a few weeks in return for jumping me. Hurting me." To reinforce the point, Neith flexed every muscle from her lower back to her calves that much more.

[BlackAkuma]

Theo submitted. He kind of had to. He didn’t want to, didn’t want to give Neith the satisfaction, didn’t want this to be the way his first match in LAW ended, and definitely didn't want to spend his life under the Egyptian’s cruel thumb, but he was more concerned with the possibility of getting his legs dislocated at the moment, so that had to take precedence.

Theo had guessed how strong her legs were when they worked their mischief on Willy, but that was small potatoes compared to what he was going through now. Neith had a unique balance of muscle, hidden under her curves with just the right amount of flesh. They were powerful, but you wouldn’t guess that from a look - no, you had to feel them, have them pressing against, experience them forcing yours away with ease to truly appreciate just how strong they were.

His bones were straining, his ligaments threatened to pop, it was like she could rip his entire body apart at the seams, and giving up was the only recourse.

Only it wasn’t enough. Not now, not for her.

”Ah, come on!” He threw back his head and groaned as she cranked up the hold, taking him to his limits and pushing him a step beyond. As distressing as the pain was, he couldn't ignore the humiliation factor, too - namely, the growth in his groin where their bodies collided. It was like she had control of every part of him, and drawing this out even longer would only make that much more apparent.

He hated it, truly, but there was no getting around the obvious. ”Fine, okay!” He covered his face and sputtered. ”I’m sorry! I’m sorry, just let up!”

Lucy, who’d circled around on her hands and knees, just leaned in with her ear to the side. ”Sorry for…”

If Theo hadn't been so busy moaning, he would’ve groaned. ”For ambushing you, I’m sorry for ambushing you!” He dragged his nails along the floor, coming close to ripping the mats. ”A thousand times sorry!”

[HotWheels]

Neith almost, almost, pushed for more. He offered his apology, yes, but, as she had done with many clients who had requested a fulfillment of fantasies relating to her being a scorned goddess, she could always draw more out of that apology. More specificities. More expressions related to how sorry he was for attacking a woman such as her. Besides, having him in such a sad and aroused state after all of his earlier callousness provided endless entertainment, too.

But his willingness to add a thousand times earned him some points in her book, and despite her irritation at him, the professional remained behind the façade of the overly demanding mistress. She did not care to tear the ligaments in the thighs of her new toy who would be doing plenty for her the next few weeks, and she imagined he would like a working cock for his own purposes... Or perhaps he wouldn't. He didn't seem the type to put it to much use, unlike Willy.

"I accept," Neith said after another couple of seconds of stretching him wide, and she let her legs relax and draw together before slowly untangling hers from between his. For a moment, however, she lingered atop him, letting her hips remained settled atop his manhood and her eyes all-too-sweetly staring into his. "And if I recall, I believe that means... how did Willy put it? You two will do anything I need, anytime I like. Isn't that right?"

She revealed the question as rhetorical as she swung off of him to let him lick his wounds without waiting for an answer. Rolling onto her butt beside him with her back turned, the goddess flashed the quickest wink at Lucy. She wondered if the drummer wasn't lusting for her own round, but that was something that could be discussed later. Neith could not let this opportunity pass her by; the prospects almost had her trembling with excitement, given her already prevalent physical excitement.

She rolled her sore joints a bit and tested her own tweaked knee with a couple of pushes. "I assume that begins immediately, does it not?"

[BlackAkuma]

Willy looked on, watching as Neith mounted Theo and split him apart, not sure if he should be jealous of this or not. On one hand, he kind of liked his legs, and preferred that they stayed attached to his body. On the other hand, well - look at her. He’d always been more of a top guy than a bottom, but the idea of having her over him, grinding on him like that, whispering in his ear, pressing down on him? That, he could go for.

And that was that, then. He tapped out, gave up, apologized. Willy and Theo - and Lucy, too, he guessed - were now officially under Neith’s thumb. Judging from the way Theo rolled away and rubbed his aching groin, he was the least happy about that in the room.

Willy, though, was kind of down with it. Maybe not the way he’d wanted things to go tonight, but close enough, and now that he was mostly healed up from nearly getting sliced in half, he was back in the mood, and eager to please. He could already see an opening, too.

He crawled over with hands open, exchanged a glance with her to make sure everything was good, then went to work on her legs, bringing his hands to it for a slow massage. He wasn’t an expert, but as he’d demonstrated early, he knew how to use his hands to pleasing effects, and this was as good an opportunity as any to show off.

Lucy brought her leg over and gave the groaning Theo a playful poke in the side with her toe, before she brought her focus back on the victor. ”Game, set, match. You got us, goddess. BlazeWave’s all yours.” She crossed her legs and leaned in, like she was waiting to hear the best kind of story. Giving Neith the classic ‘take me’ eyes, too. ”What comes next?”

[HotWheels]

The goddess gauged the mood of the room. Lucy looked entirely satisfied, which did not at all surprise her. The woman had, in fact, been of some assistance in seeing this arrangement through to this end. The Egyptian rarely shared credit, but...she could make exceptions at times. Theo looked...precisely as he had the whole time. As disinterested as he could possibly be. At least he found himself disinterested with a few hours' worth of pain to remember her by even after they parted for the night. If Neith could not have them smitten, she would at least grip their minds in some permanent way.

Willy, unsurprisingly, got right to work. Neith briefly recoiled, ready to kick him in the face, as he made his way over. However, she caught on when he brought his hands down towards her legs, and she stretched them out with a satisfied little sigh. A massage. He already understood.

"This is a fine start," Neith said in response to Lucy's question, having already planned to make her first order some sort of attention for her aching muscles. "If Theo would stop roiling and babying himself and get my back, that would be most appreciated." Stretching her back to better show its most sculpted aspects, she cast the sassiest eyes on the stoic one, but her eyes quickly shifted back to Lucy. She had not expected the woman to throw her own lot in with the other two in Neith's service, but she would not complain. The woman almost looked eager.

There was a boon to this arrangement, Neith knew, though she would not admit that to them. Admittedly, the goddess merely did not enjoy constant company. They would have their breathing room, and as such, she would likely avoid any word of rebellion with Theo as the source. But in the moment, with her victory still so fresh and the schemes racing through her head, she should set some expectations.

"I am...in need. Muscle. Security. Occasionally, this sort of attention." She indicated Willy's massage with her head. "Heavy lifting. Beyond that, I want to further grow my brand. I want every potential client in Japan to know my face." Her marketing tone might have made Lex Luthor proud, as slowly the goddess slipped away and the businesswoman made her return. "Worshippers. Followers. Someone to worship at the temple."

[BlackAkuma]

So, no, this was not the way Lucy had planned to end this night when she woke up this morning. More than likely, it would’ve consisted of caffeine, a computer screen, and saw her fumbling with editing on their new album, trying to make sure everything lined up and they got some good sound quality from their latest recording session. Boring, tedious work and stuff that she would have to spend tomorrow catching up on.

But, right now, Lucky couldn't bring herself to care. Willy was working on Neith’s legs, Theo was rolling around in pain, she had a good view of it all, and the world was perfect. Until they left this room, the stars were all aligned.

Lucy looked over Neith’s body as Willy went to work, and she entertained the idea of getting involved, but she nixed it soon enough. She’d tried massages in the past, they never worked out quite right, with her thin little fingers not being up to the pressure they needed to make it work. More than that, though, engaging with Neith that was felt…off. She was the only non-wrestler in this room, and while there was definitely some connection between them, she wasn’t sure where the boundaries were. Willy seemed gung-ho as fuck about being her ‘servant’, but Lucy wanted to feel it out a bit more. Get a good grip on what that would mean for her.

She moved aside as Theo got his shit together and crawled over, working on Neith’s back. He didn’t have the same experience that Willy brought to the table, but he seemed to be doing a good job, at least from Lucy’s untrained eyes. Putting in good effort, even if he couldn't resist a pout during the whole process.

”The boys can do muscle, but I might be able to help with that last bit.” She ran a finger under her chin and her gaze roamed the ceiling for a moment. ”I’ve got some multimedia experience, believe it or not. Do most of the tech work that my partners are too lazy to handle.” She and Willy exchanged terse looks, before he went back to work. ”How about this - you let me do the editing on this video for you, spruce it up, and you can see whether you like it or not? Maybe swing by your place, hash it out?”

Yeah, it was a thinly veiled attempt to get some alone time with this woman. No sense in being subtle, at this point.