In Her Service

[BlackAkuma]

“Absolutely pathetic.”

Those two words weren’t something one often uttered when they were presented the scene currently unfolding. On this bright, sunny day beside a large, shimmering pool, a dozen women sat in a circle on the grasp. Each of them dressed in maid outfits - or rather, sensual parodies of that attire. Short frilly skirts? Yes. Low cut tops, showing off their ample breasts? Naturally. Long, sinuous legs, adored with fishnet stocks, stopping just before the most delectable part of their thighs? Of course. Each of them was a beauty fit for the cover of any beauty magazine, with trim, taut bodies, full lips and fuller hips, curvaceous forms that made the mind dance with possibilities.

The sight of such an assemblage would’ve been enough for any man by itself, but when you added in the sight they were gathered around, the attraction increased exponentially. Two of the girls were wrestling about on some mats, vying for supremacy is a heated, sweaty battle. A blonde and a redhead, locked in heated combat. One of them would get her legs around the other and start to crush away at her body, only for her opponent to slip free and try the same on her. One would go for a sleeperhold, only for her opponent to wriggle her way out at the last second. Grinding and slipping and falling over each in a wild hurricane of flesh, filling the air with their heated sighs.

It was a feast for anyone’s eyes, but Kayla Mizrahi was the rare exception to that rule.

The Iron Maid

She stood in front of the group, overlooking them, her towering frame casting a shadow over the shameful display. She had brought them out to the Baroness’ recreational area for some much needed training, trying to get them in better shape to aid their mistress in her endeavors, but it was proving to be a hopeless cause. At ringside, they relied on their numbers to overwhelm their enemies, using their body’s as dead weight to strip the Baroness’ undeserving enemies and force them into a more presentable state. But individually? They were a weak bunch, and it was growing more and more apparent as she watched two of them make a sad attempt at wrestling one another.

”Cross the ankles.” She sighed as the redhead - she hadn't bothered to learn either of their names - let her opponent escape from another bodyscissor. ”She keeps escaping because you’re not crossing the ankles and securing the hold. The power is inferior.” She walked around the circle with arms folded, looking on as they continued to ignore her instructions. Either that, or they were simply incompetent. She hoped it was simple disobedience, that was much easier to beat out of her students.

”It is an honor to be here. To be at the Baroness’ feet. To serve her.” Her gaze fell on one of the watching maids who’d dared to look her way with a tint of anger in her eyes. A quick sneer from Kayla was all it take to her away. She knew better than to cross her. They all did. ”You have to prove yourself worthy of this honor, every day, at every opportunity. Because if you fall short, if you disappoint her, you will prove yourself to be a useless tool. And do you know what happens to useless tools?”

The redhead had another failed escape attempt, and Kayla reached the end of her patience all at once. She stormed onto the mat, knocking over the girls in her way in the process, and threw herself onto the two smaller women. They shrieked in shock and tried to get away, but she proved too fast for them both.

The blonde found herself wrapped up from behind, as Kayla’s arms caught her around the stomach and ensnared her with a tight reverse bearhug. Her arms grew and hardened, coming down on the woman’s slim waist with an unrelenting force, digging into her sides with a pulverizing force.

She was the lucky one, however. The redhead had the misfortune of being caught by Kayla’s legs around her chest, clamping down on her like pythons. Her thighs pounded on her flesh from the side, and it didn’t matter how she twisted and turned or how she fought. Her every struggle was met with a flex, and her attempts to push away at the source of her torment only made them crush her even more.

And Kayla made sure to cross her ankles.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness' estate was a marvel to behold. The manor seemed to stretch on for an unreasonable amount of length, its garden area a labyrinth of beauty as many attendants treated to the vast array of flora and formed greenery. The courtyard was simple a sight unto itself, containing several pools and training areas, with vast stretches of grass, sand pits for volley ball games and other things and a separate building that was large enough to house the Maids under Baroness' employ. To be certain she employed many Maid's, all clad in the same revealing attire, making sure the Manor and the entire estate remained in order... but a select few were worthy enough to be her actual personal Maids.

Right now, Kalya was training the majority of those few, showing that they needed more than just numbers, that they would need skill. One or two of the Maids not present were decent fighters, but the vast amount were largely useless, hired for their appearance no doubt rather than their skills, which left Kayla the unfortunate task of trying to mold them into something.

Stephanie herself watched from atop a balcony as Kayla was making an example of two of them. She was clad in little more than a two piece black bra and pantie set that hugged her powerful yet slender figure. Over her shoulders she wore a dressing gown, but it was open to reveal the marvel of a form she possessed. She licked her lips, watching... wondering if Kayla knew she was there to witness as she began to slowly crush the two Maid's that were unfortunate enough to receive her wrath when they did not listen to her advice. The Baroness watched as they tried to tap and relent to Kayla, feeling her thighs crush their chest as the other was squeezed brutally in her arms... yet Kayla did not. She was going to teach them a lesson, and it was a joy for the Baroness to witness.

It was only when the two Maids began to move less and less that the Baroness decided to call to her head Maid, Kayla Mizrahi.
"Try not to break the new arrivals Kayla. Breaking them in is my job first..." Stephanie called out with a teasing tone and a devious smile, leaning forwards on the balcony as she peered down towards Kayla, brushing a few stray locks of silver hair from over her eyes.
"When you are done with those two, come to my room and see me." Baroness would demand in a low yet seductive tone.

[BlackAkuma]

Writhing about, fighting, squirming, pleading, looking her way for the smallest scrap of mercy and receiving none - yes, Kayla had been here before, and the sympathetic stares from the other maids would tell the story. Keeping these women in line with such tactics was a routine manner, one that she had grown adept at. They needed to be shown their place often, and while the Baroness was more than capable of breaking them into nothing, she could not be around all the time and was above the rigamorol of constant tinkering. It fell to Kayla to keep this machine oiled.

They were the tools of the Baroness, and like any tool, constant upkeep was required. She hoped, as they continued to fade into nothingness, that the two servants would come to understand the importance of that lesson, truly grasp the weight of it, though she would not hesitate to imprint it again, if that was what it came to.

The redhead was the first to spin off. Her thrashing legs grew weaker with each kick as her breaths grew shallow. Her chest could only rise so much with the immense weight coming down on it, and it wasn’t able to bring in enough air to sustain consciousness, so the result was inevitable. The struggles came to a stop, whether from weakness or submission Kayla couldn't say, as her eyes flickered about. There were a few spasms, and then? Nothing. She went limp, a puppet with cut strings.

The blond lasted longer, but not much. She had the gall to make an attempt at fighting back, slapping at Kayla’s arms to try and force them free. A poor idea, and she would make that abundantly clear when she wrenched the hold and twisted it about, forcing her spine to bend and contort in obscene ways, mauling her body and emphasizing the ‘bear’ part of a bear hug. A vain, pathetic attempt - she suffered the same fate a few seconds later, but she went out with more pain for insolence.

It was only as she was going out that she heard the Baroness’ presence and looked up, startled, her iron gaze breaking for a few moments. It wasn’t enough to make her iron grip break, the two maids were still well on their way to unconsciousness, but there was no hiding her surprise. How long had the Baroness been watching? Did She see this entire sorry display? Did She approve?

”Yes, Baroness!” She responded with authority, making sure her devotion served as an example to the others. With renewed purpose, she hammered down on the hold and finished the two women, not wanting to waste time on such trivial matters. Not when there was something important to be done. Not when She was waiting.

Once the two flowers had totally wilted, Kayla stood up and dusted herself off, doing her best to straighten her attire. She had worked up a small sweat and wouldn’t be at her best to face the Baroness, but there was no getting around that. Taking time to clean would have delayed her meeting with the Baroness and made her wait. Unacceptable. ”Clean them up and bring them back to the quarters.” She marched forward as the maids moved to attend to their comrades. ”Make sure they know that further discipline is coming.”

Kayla had ideas on what that would entail, but she pushed them aside as she made her way into the mansion, moving with hurried strides. Her heart raced as she grew closer to her destination, and she did her best to keep it in check. The Baroness needed her in control, relied on her to be a calm and efficient executor of her will. Showing such excitement wouldn’t do - that was what She would expect from the lesser maids, but her?

Kayla had managed to get herself under control by the time she reached the Baroness’ room, standing before the ornate doors with a stockstill, straightened pose and the most placid face she could manage. Whether it would last was a matter of speculation. ”My Baroness,” She knocked, twice, waiting for permission to enter. ”I am here.”

[thesteedman]

The Baroness had returned to her bedroom by the time Kayla began to make her way into the manor after her summons. Every bit of Stephanie's movement, her body language and how she carried herself always seemed so seductive and sensual. She barely wore anything, leaving her marvel of a form on display, walking barefoot amongst the lush carpet of her luxurious Master Bedroom. It was a room befitting of someone of her wealth, both ornate and modern with a splash of tradition. Priceless ornaments and artefacts littered the clear walls, with vast clothing cabinets visible from the walk in closet in the far side of the room. The carpet was white, and incredibly soft, kept in an immaculate condition with not a spot of dirt or dust. It went for the entirety of the room, as it was kept in prime condition for the Baroness who often had guests in her bedroom for her... whims.

The highlight was the bed itself. It was custom built and vast in size. Its blanket and pillows made of the finest quality materials. The pillows were well fluffed, and the blanket was flat and soft. It could easily sleep six, such was the size... built once again for Baroness' perversions as there had been a few nights she had bedded more than one woman. Her recent Guest was no longer with them... Sumiko, who had become something of a prized possession of the Baroness. Even Kayla had noticed how different the Baroness was around this POW she had collected. Though she crushed and squeezed her like any of her other previous guests, there was something different in how she treated Sumiko. Stephanie had not simply disposed of her when she was done with her fetish like she did so many other girls... No, it was possible she felt a little more with this Sumiko girl, as she treated her much better than anyone else whilst she was forced to stay under their POW contract.

Ever since the declared rematch, Sumiko had no longer been present on the estate, allowed to train and recover for the upcoming POW match that had greater stakes then before. A month’s stay had been gambled, becoming a potential year if the Baroness defeated Sumiko again. It was odd as the Baroness had entertained no guests since her departure... something that Kayla no doubt might have found unusual given her obessions.
"Kayla... how many times must I have to tell you. You may enter when you knock... I did call for you after all." Stephanie whispered in her sultry French accent, speaking in an intoxicating manner as she always had. When Kayla would enter, she would find the Baroness sitting cross legged at the foot of her bed. Her dressing gown had slipped off her shoulders, exposing her lingerie clad form. She managed a smile as she gazed upon Kayla, looking her up and down, drinking her form before she gave a tut and leaned back.

"Why must you always hide those stunning legs of yours behind those silly little stockings. I regret allowing the Maid's to wear them... but some of them have weak little sticks for legs I have no desire for gazing upon. You on the other hand... you should take them off, let the air reach your skin... and then come to me." Baroness whispered, trailing off a little as she tilted her head. The Baroness had that little smile within her eyes more than her lips, a notion Kayla was no doubt familiar with by now. The Baroness wanted to get her legs or her arms around something... and it seemed today Kayla was on her mind....

"How is the training going? I am sure it to be a waste of time. Most of the girls I employ are simply here because I find their bodies or faces desirable... yet you have offered me a miracle of turning them into... something of potential use beyond mere strength numbers. I have humoured you some time now; I wish to know of their progress so far." Baroness whispered in an inquisitive manner. She leaned forwards, slipping her arms out of her collapsed gown to now be in nothing more than her two piece lingerie outfit, whilst she eyed Kayla in a hungry fashion, patting on the bed for her to come and join her.

[BlackAkuma]

Stephanie’s words came in hushed tones, a whisper in the wind, but they were still enough to make Kayla jump and recall. There was something about the way that the Baroness that always stilled her heart, if only for an instant, when she heard it so close. She held power in speech, this way of saturating her natural beauty into everything that came from her lips. Alluring, yes, but deadly, like a venus flytrap. A temptation that could swallow you whole.

Kayla was more used to it than most, but even she was not immune, which was why it took her a moment to listen to what her mistress was saying and register it. Her eyes shot open wide and her mouth gaped for a second, before she found her composure and opened the door to the Baroness’ chambers.

”Apologies. A thousand.” She closed the door behind her, pulling it shut with a soft click to keep the disturbance at a minimum. With head held low, she made her way to the bedside, taking the short way around it, as she had grown accustomed to it. Try as she might, she couldn't hold back the slightest grimace looking over it now, as she remembered the last woman to spend a great deal of time in that bed - Sumiko.

That woman. She had been blessed - blessed - to spend a week in these chamber, the focus of the Baroness’ attention, and Kayla had the indignity of serving her by extension. After that time, she’d found the level of insanity needed to actually leave, and the Iron Maid still couldn't fathom it. Didn’t she realize what an honor it was to even have a moment of Stephanie’s time, let alone have the pleasure of her touch for days on end? She looked at it as an insult, all those insufferable women that the Baroness fought did. They ignored the pleasure and focused on the pain.

If given half a chance, Kayla would show them what true pain was.

But that wasn’t Stephanie’s will, and Stephanie’s will was what mattered. That was why she had no qualms peeling off her stockings, as the Baroness commanded. She had worn them in an attempt to show solidarity with the other maids, but if they were to be gone, so be it.

She stood still, presented herself, and kept quiet until it was her turn to speak. When it was, she regarded the spot beside Stephanie as the color rose to her cheeks, but there was hardly a second of hesitation. She moved in, took a moment to dust off the space, the brought her bare bottom to sit on the Baroness’ sheets, enjoying the feel of the very linen she cleaned on a regular basis.

”Yes, Baroness.” She sat up straight, chest out, and did her best to keep from staring at the Baroness’ magnificent body for too long. ”Results are, I regret to say, mixed. They’ve not come as far as I had hoped, though they’re not doing as poorly as I feared. They don’t lack for energy and spirit - you have their devotion, don’t doubt that.” She nodded, certain of this fact, as she had put considerable time into making sure they were loyal first and foremost. ”But they still have a ways to go before any one of them is effective on their lonesome. Teaching a dog obedience is one thing, using that obedience to teach it other things is another.”

She had a rueful sigh, then perked up. ”But they are effective in numbers, and I will continue to make them more so. As long as their tasks remain simple, you should see an increase in efficacy with your endeavors at LAW. Faster response times, better coordination, great focus. As always, I ask for you patience.”

[thesteedman]

"Perhaps the trouble is not with the subordinates... but potentially the teacher?" The Baroness would soon tease after listening to Kayla say her piece about how the training was progressing. In all honesty, the Baroness cared not in the grand scheme. She did not need the Maids at all, such was the level of her own skill... she just enjoyed having them because of her own sadistic nature. Stephanie loved watching wrestlers become overwhelmed by attacks, and had a longing for watching her prey being squeezed. Whilst she took the most enjoyment out of constricting her playthings herself, sometimes she did enjoy watching her Maid minions do the work for her. Plus, some of them were attractive enough to find themselves at times within the bedroom of the Baroness for a more personal meeting. Kayla was always the favourite though, and the most capable.

A devious smile slowly crept its way upon her dark lips, as she continued to drink in Kayla's form now that she had her all to herself, enjoying the sight of her tantalising body. She was slender, but possessed fine definition and muscle. Her bare midriff was a marvel to behold, well-tuned and developed and quite frankly Baroness' favourite part of the woman beyond her angelic features. The lead Maid's chest was perfectly formed and rounded, barely contained by her top. Baroness could not stop herself from doing a little bite on her lower lip as she looked upon Kayla's long and powerful looking legs, left completely bare after Kayla complied with her command, leaving her in little more than a top and near thong like bottoms that hugged her figure and left her rear looking as if it was practically bare. It had been too long since she wrapped herself around such a specimen, and with Sumiko out of the picture, Kayla was looking more appetising than usual.

"There is one way to be certain." The Baroness whispered, rising from her place at the end of the bed. She began to slowly and seductively pace forwards, where there was a large opening in her room before her bed. The carpet was so soft it would provide at least some cushioning, and slowly the Baroness ran her barefoot across it in a circular motion before she gestured towards Kayla to join her. Her intent was more than obvious, the Baroness wanted to spar with Kayla. It had been a little time since the two last went at each other, and in truth, Baroness had perhaps been too dismissive of her most loyal servant whilst Sumiko had been staying with them. It was time to rectify that.
"I want to see if you are still the best amongst my retinue... come... show me." The Baroness would whisper in a hungry manner. She would only wait a few seconds for Kayla to comply, before she would attempt to rush her, looking to grapple with the Maid.

[BlackAkuma]

Emotions ran wild whenever Kayla was near the Baroness, but the one that most struck her times like this was her nervousness. By nature, she wasn’t a timid or hesitant person - as a former soldier, that was the sort of indecision that could get you killed on the battlefield and make the difference in a key moment, and she had no place for such failings. But whenever Stephanie was about, when they were alone in these quiet moments, it was as if she were in a cage with a tigress. This beautiful, dangerous, powerful beast that could cleave her in two with one swipe, mesmerizing and dreadful all at once.

She had managed to find some level of calm, but it was shattered when the Baroness spoke her words of disapproval. Kayla’s first instinct was to make a rebuttal, but she shut her mouth tight and kept it inside. She was, as usual, correct in her assessment - after, it was a poor craftswoman who blamed her tools. If a pot came out poorly, you didn’t blame the pot, you blamed the potter.

She kept her head low for now and cast her eyes downward, only daring to look up again when Stephanie spoke. The Baroness was making her way out into the opening, and while she had not confirmed her intentions as of yet, Kayla knew that look in her eyes, knew the way her body was moving, the same way a gazelle sees a predator about to strike. Her breath quickened and her chest tightened along with, as every muscles tensed in anticipation. She had longed for the opportunity to meet with the Baroness in combat for so long and feel that body against hers, but it was a pleasure she hadn't dared ask for, knowing it wasn’t her place.

”As you wish.”

There would be no waiting, no second thoughts - the moment the Baroness issued her challenge, Kayla’s face hardened and her body rose from the bed, bursting forward with a long, unstoppable stride. She brought her arms up and locked horns with Stephanie, coming at her with all the power she could muster in a mad attempt to drive her back, holding nothing in reserve.

[thesteedman]

A smile flashed across the alluring features of the Baroness when Kayla wasted no time advancing upon her. In a matter of seconds, she had gone from a seemingly relaxed position into total action. Her scantily clad form was tensed from the motion and purpose, her body pulsating energy. In no time flat, Kayla was upon her, her hands meeting her own with a powerful clash. Baroness' bare feet slid along the soft carpet as her entire form was pushed back, but she soon hunkered down to bring that advance to a stop. Now her own form seemed to grow as she became tense, as a small grunt of exertion was forced from her lips from the impact.

It was not enough for the Baroness however to simply engage in a test of strength, and already her antics were coming into play. Where both women had been leaning towards each other with hands clasped together tightly, the Baroness soon stepped forwards, purposely pressing her well sized chest against that of Kayla's, forcing their arms apart outwards by their sides. Soon enough, her stunning and exposed midriff would dock against Kayla's, pressing up tight and grinding as both of the women began to wrestle for power. Their arms shook as both tensed and strained, though the Baroness was already enjoying herself, taking pleasure in the feel of Kayla's body against her own.

"You are still as strong as I remember. This is good. I have been considering your future believe it or not..." The Baroness whispered between a few grunts. It was then she began to raise her arms upwards, trying to overpower her head Maid. Slowly but surely, it looked as if she was trying to bring her arms around Kayla, no doubt in an effort to both subdue her and attempt to lock her into a standing bearhug. The fight was still fresh, and Kayla had plenty of strength of her own as well as time to act... but it did not stop Stephanie from attempting to ensnare her in one of her favourite moves. With a soft smile she kept up close and personal with Kayla, her lips near her own and keeping her midriff tight against Kayla's, enjoying the feel of her flesh against her own.

"What would be your thoughts... on entering the LAW as a competitor?... My list of allies is none existent, though my enemies continue to increase. The Maids can only do so much at ringside... I need someone who can reliably watch my back. Another wrestler... I do believe you are the only one actually good enough to stand a chance in the ring against most others." The Baroness would describe, nearly securing her bearhug upon Alexa as she spoke to her.

[BlackAkuma]

Their bare forms clashing, the room filled with the grunts of the Baroness, her hot breath flowing over Kayla’s shoulders, the heat from their bodies meeting as their skin slapped together…

Yes. Kayla had longed for this, hungered for it. The image haunted her dreams, plagued her, taunted her, and now she was here, with the chance to not only engage in it, but impress the Baroness. That thought alone was enough to summon deep reserves of power from Kayla’s vault, spurring her on to push harder and harder. She didn’t know if she could beat this woman, if that was ever possible, but she did know that she wanted to try.

The two clashed, vying for position as they reached a stalemate. It was hard to tell who was gaining ground - Kayla kept her feet in a solid position and didn’t give an inch back, but the Baroness’ feet were, perhap, a shade stronger, and her arms were coming around, slowly and surely. Neither of them were exactly bodybuilders, but had a cumulative suite of muscles that aided them in different ways. It was a hard thing to pin down.

It didn’t help that Stephanie spoke as they tussled, tempting Kayla with intriguing words, distracting her purpose. Her eyes shot wide at the suggestion of becoming an active wrestler on the LAW roster - she had often considered the idea, seeing it as a better way to serve the Baroness’ interests, but it seemed like an impudent thing to suggest, an implication that she needed help in the ring, that she couldn't handle problems on her own. But here they were, with Stephanie bringing the suggestion up herself.

”I…” Kayla tensed up, grunted. ”A moment, miss.”

She knew her answer, but it would have to wait, with her drawing perilously close to being trapped in the Baroness’ arms. Knowing her options were limited, Kayla switched from pushing to pulling, breaking the grapple and pulling her in all the way. She only held her there for a moment, however as she tried to snake her arms behind Stephanie, lift her up, and whip her up for a belly-to-belly suplex, trying to bring her down hard on the floor with her body on top.

[thesteedman]

It was intelligent thinking from Kayla. There was very little between the two of them in terms of strength, but Kayla had already been training some of the Maids, making her a little less fresh than the Baroness who took advantage of this fact. Kayla proved why she was a step up above the rest of her staff, and exactly why Baroness considered motioning her to become a fully-fledged wrestler over a mere attendant. The moment it looked like she was about to lock a bearhug upon her, Kayla's quick thinking went into action, using Baroness' strength and momentum against herself with a quick pull. Before the Baroness had a chance to lock her arms around her head Maid, she found it was herself being locked up in a brief but strong grip.

Gravity shifted, as the Baroness was hoisted upwards, before being suplexed down against the soft carpet. It did little to cushion the impact, as the French tyrant of a woman grunted loudly, feeling the shock of the landing run through her entire form, causing her beautiful face to sour in a grimace of pain. Biting on her lower lip, she could not help but gaze upon Kayla as the two were up close, their bodies still pressed together, midriff to midriff and chest to chest.
"Impressive." Baroness whispered in her low seductive tone, not being able to help but compliment the Maid.
"Solid and swift thinking. Such a move has come at a cost though I should warn... You've put yourself in a dangerous place." Stephanie added in an alluring whisper, as her bare and most dangerous legs slowly snaked their way around Kayla's hips.

Though it was not an optimal grasp, the vice like grip and unreal strength of her powerful legs still made her embraces devastating no matter where she wrapped around. Her legs encircled, squeezing at her pelvis in a powerful grasp. A small sigh of contentment slipped from her lips, feeling the form of Kayla between her legs, enjoying the feel of her skin as her thong like bottoms left Kayla's rear virtually bare, feeling her soft flesh against her own legs. She tried to wrap her arms around Kayla's upper body, in an attempt to bind her to herself, her work almost constrictor like as she looked to squeeze her prey, waiting for an opportunity to get a better grip upon her waist if Kayla was not careful.