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Thread: Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

Alexa was still playing the crowd with her smile as she felt one of her legs bucking underneath her. Luckily she was clever enough to go to one knee as she felt the impact on there. She wouldn't have been able to stand had she tried to dodge or step, but her knees could brace the kick. Easily standing up again she waved her index finger and pouted her lips. Nah nah... babe, not that easy. Alexa said and blew her a kiss before ascending the middle rope to again do somr crowd service as she slightly pulled her top down. She was a heel, but still knew she needed to keep her body interesting so that she herself was interesting. Now she was just seeking for an oppurtunity to get behind her opponent. Standard rules? My ass... maybe this could work. Pretending to dip low and grab hold of her legs Daria would likely spin or swing towards Alexa. She'd try and seize the oppurtunity she created by continuing her momentum she that she got wrap her arms round Daria from behind. She wasn't strong enough to suplex the woman, but forcing her knuckles into her exposed ribs could possibly grant Alexa enough time to start working on her actual plan. Alexa wad looking to pull Daria's top down, have her tits exposed to tje crowd, humiliate her. If she'd be able to pull the material down behind Daria she could easily use it to tie her wrists together, from there on she would be a lost cause. Alexa wss very practiced in these type of scenarios, and she doubted Daria had much experience being tied up. And, she probably wouldn't account for added panic and nerves when it got to being exposed to a crowd like Alexa was planning to do on her.
Thread: Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

Daria felt her whole body jarred from the unexpected resistance. Alexa had grounded herself, lowering her center of gravity by taking a knee and staying resolute. Daria was glancing to her right and left, keeping her head facing her opponent, but looking for a gap in her tactics that would allow her to return to her feet. The distraction must have been all that Alexa needed. Daria saw her darting for her legs while she was still partially prone. In her head, Daria panicked at the thought of being dragged by her heel across the mat and she squared her shoulders and begin kicking her feet . . . she lost sight of Alexa somewhere in that floundering, and suddenly the bitch was behind her. Daria slung her head back -- face be damned, she was going to try to crack Alexa in the chin if she could. But the attack missed and she found her head slumped back against Alexa's shoulder just as she felt the cold air creep across her chest. She looked down in horror. Her pale, goose-bumped breasts caught the light of of the arena lamps, and the adrenaline and cold air were already making her nipples shamefully and visibly hard. She shifted from left to right to get out of Alexa's grasp and cover herself, her face growing crimson from the jeers of the crowd. But she was growing self-conscious of the way her struggle just put her ample breasts on an even more perverted display. She launched her self forward and up, not realizing until it was too late that, as she launched herself from Alexa's grip, she was actually pulling the makeshift bonds Alexa had fashioned even tighter. But she was at least standing for the moment. She pulled at the bonds, working them tighter, and decided they would have to wait. The laughter was too much. So much for strategy. Time for rage. She roared and charged toward Alexa, shifting her body down and trying to ram against the blonde's body with her shoulder, putting all of her weight and hate behind it.
Thread: Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

As Alexa noticed Daria tightening her wrists all the more things seemed to go the way Alexa wanted. The second thing she got going for her was the crowd, reacting exactly how she wanted them to, enthusiastic, hungry and loud as ever before. Then things started to go down-hill. Alexa knew where to look, or, in fact where not to look. Yet she couldn't help herself, she needed confirmation to what she knew deep down inside. Looking far beyond the crowd, hidden away in a dark duck-out cabin was the place where managment entered if they thought they needed to. Usually they watched from the back or on the screens backstage, yet Alexa knew better than anyone they were there first hand when they found something worth their time or anger. Not only did she see the familiar face of Henry, but alongside him stood not one but two hooded figures, looking onto the spectacle in the ring. Whispering either only in her head, possibly audiably Alexa's mind confirmed her earlier assumtions. Fuck...they're mad... Then of coursr, disaster struck again in the form of a shoulder. She'd been watching Daria's feet as they were not yet tied together, yer had not bothered to think of the girl's full body tackling her. Hitting the ground her, Alexa bit her bottem lip as she loudly huffed to catch her breath. Placing thoughts aside of managment watching her, they could say a lot about her. And ahe knew she'd be punished, fucked, used, whipped and abused. Christ if they wanted her as a foorbench she'd be made to be one, yet all they could do to here didn't change the fact she was making a show. Making a show meant making fans, making fans means making money. And if there is something managment enjoyed, possibly more so than dominance and power, it would be money. That comforting thought in mind Alexa was quick enough to realise an agressor bound in the state like Daria was wasn't actually much of a thread. In fact, she made it all the more for Alexa as she'd taken out her own legs in her rage. Standing she could make a a thread kicking at her. But down like this, no way to push herself off... exa gave Daria a good shove so she landed somewhat lower and Alexa was able to wrap her legs around her. The smaller Alexa possesed power on those small sexy thighs, as Daria found out when she could not escape the hold without her hands. Kneeing her crotch was forbidden, so trapped between those silky thighs Alexa had free reign again. Look at those... she said flicking jer finger up and down Daria's hard nipple as the crowd erupted. The ref had already left the ring, probably a managment call because they'd intervene, or for whatever reason. But Alexa didn't have to mind her shoulders being down on the mat anymore. She was free ro play with her food, starting with her food's nipples.
Thread: Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

The impact had hurt Daria . . . or would hurt, anyway, once her adrenaline subsided. Right now, in the moment, she had a momentary feeling of invincibility instead as her shoulder mate contact and took Alexa down to the mat. She struggled on her knees after they both landed, trying to find a way to pin Alexa's body with her own, but part of her had sensed Alexa's own panic. She let her eyes flicker from her opponent to the audience her furied state had made her momentarily forget her instructions and the possible punishment for disregarding them. And her skin on display was a harsh reminder that her own plan to turn the tables early was suffering. But how much more humiliating would it be to conquer Alexa now, after such an early minor victory? But Alexa was moving again, while Dari was still struggling to rise back to her knees. It wasn't even a strike . . . merely a shove that took away her progress and sent her back down, causing a low, distraught moan to creep past her lips. She was trying to calm herself. To think. Then Alexa's smooth thighs were wrapping around her. Had this been any other time, that sensation alone would have been enough to . . . no . . . in this situation too, Daria realized as she felt her body betraying her mind. Her nipples were growing tortuously hard from that feeling, an aching, twisted yearn. She bit her lip, closed her eye tight. Maybe while Alexa was distracted she could start to work her hands free. It was a badly compromising position, but Daria thought she could feel the slightest give. She had to rock her shoulders as she did so, causing her naked breasts to sway shamefully. Then came the teasing flicker, and answer to the twisted yearn, a light sting of hypersensitivity. Then the roar of the crowd. Daria tried to hold it back, the adrenaline had delayed that sensation reaching her brain, but just as the crowd's jeers began to die down, a loud, grunting, ululating moan echoed from every wall of the arena.
Thread: Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

Alexa heard it and it surprised her every time until the echo died down. A moan had escaped from Daria, her eyes connecting with Alexa's as she realised her own sound she'd made. Alexa got a hungry look, not just to take her fury out on the woman who'd challenged her earlier, but to have this beauty of a woman as well. What was that?! Alexa shouted straight into Daria's face. Squuezing hard with her thighs she kept Daria restricted as Alexa dared to draw her hand back and land a hard slap of her palm, right onto the woman's cheek. A loud slap filled the air where the moan had just ripped through the atmosphere. That would make it clear who was in charge... Alexa thought as her next move was already planned out. Her hands reaching up to Daria's shoulders she pulled herself as high up as Alexa could get, combining leverage with her abs to be able to reach Daria's body with her mouth. Placing her small wet and warm mouth over Daria's sensitive hard nipple, Alexa twisted and flicked her tongue across the nipple in quick aggression and stimulation as she intended to hear those moans again. Moving to the other nipple Alexa handled it slower and with more show. Extending her tongue from her mouth, fans could see Alexa twirl it teasingly round the spot until she reacher the middle. Sucking on it and releasing it with a plop. The crowd was starting the hurt her ears, Alexa had to see... Surprising Daria, Alexa suddenly removed her mouth and shifted her weight to tumble forward and land on her knees hard. Knocking Daria over as Alexa sat on top of her to look across the crowd towards the back. Two hooded figures were seen approaching, Henry waving in the back and pushing his hands down. What? It was not until the referee appeared on the appron that Alexa understood what Henry meant. Panicing, Alexa didn't know what else to do but to push down on the shoulders in front of her as hard as she could. Putting all of her weight and strength into it as she wacthed wide eyed in horror and not one, but two dark looming figures pushing their way through the crowd.
Thread: Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

As Alexa worked her thighs and teased her about the noises she had made, Daria let out a low, disappointed groan until her disappointment at her self transformed, like alchemy, into an anger at Alexa. Untie me and fight me! We're supposed to be wrestling, not whatever the fu . . . That's when the slap came, a white hot arc of sting and shame that ended in loud, shocked gasp from Daria. She was breathing heavily, her eyes watering as she bit her lip and searched for more words, not wanting to admit she feared the public humiliation of another retaliatory slap. But then there was a confluence of confusing feelings. Her cheek was still hot and, though she couldn't see she still knew, bright red from Alexa's cruel correction. But her lips. Her tongue. Daria knew she was being toyed with, but her aching nipples didn't care they only knew the pleasure of Alexa's attentiveness. At least there were no cruel words this time, and Daria worried what her own hands would do if they were free right now. Her naked thighs rubbed against one another in frustration, and she couldn't remember ever being this wet before. First, her breathing grew heavy. Then, the laden breaths grew louder. The crowd anticipated what was coming next and she could hear their cheers swell. Even with her eyes shut tight, she could sense the flashes of photographs . . . those weren't supposed to be allowed. The first moan was as loud as her previous one, right out of the gate. Her hips bucked and she arched what of her body that she could, trapped by Alexa like this, unclear whether she was arching in to try to escape or out of pure eagerness. She didn't even care about the pain coming from her arms. Then came the second moan, not much louder but so, so much longer. It lingered and wavered and brought the crowd to a momentary stunned silence. The third and fourth could have competed with any cheer from the audience, and did, screaming, wailing keens of lust and confusion. By the sixth, her tortured voice grew raspy, struggling past physical impossibility to involuntarily reward Alexa's efforts. The room spun and she felt the weight of Alexa actually sitting on top of her. She tried lifting her head to glare at her for her vanity, but . . . was this really happening? . . . her eyes were rolling around, rolling back in stunned frustration. Plea . . . please, she heard herself whisper. Even she didn't know if she was quietly begging to be let up or for the return of Alexa's twirling tongue. When Alexa pinned her arms, she put up some fight, but she in her body knew she was at her mercy, and squirming to free herself only made her heavy breasts sway once more, this time the wet trails Alexa left on them were getting cold in the arena air. Why was the crowd silent again, she wondered? It was so quiet that she could hear the approaching footsteps.
Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Pat Patricia Hunter As Antonio began walking forward, Pat took that as their cue to do the same. This was not the very first time he had been chosen to walk over and examine the merchandise, but for some reason, today felt more ... tense than usual. Pat couldn't pinpoint why or he hadn't been able to. However, when it was explained, Pat lifted his head and saw Antonio was absolutely right. The math was off. Only by one, but that was all it took with certain things. For one of anything to be missing and .... bam. That could be the end of literally anything, including a business deal like what was happening now. Alessandro merely chuckled, waving his hand through the air. Honestly? We've been more concerned that you give us what we ask for. Amount is ... a bonus, but not nearly as mandatory as you're thinking. When it was finally mentioned that today was a special day - Andreas' eighteenth birthday - that only made Alessandro's coy smile widen. See? Isn't that more of a reason to keep the extra this time around? It won't kill us to allow one more bit of booze to go to ya'll. Pat, meanwhile, looked between the crates of guns, ammunition, and drugs. All were heavy in their own rights, so ... there was no 'easy' pick when it came to trying to choose the lightest box. Looking back to the others with a 'Ya mind helping me out?' sorta look, Lucas nodded and moved forward, knowing it'd otherwise take too long to move everything back and forth. Alessandro, meanwhile, would stay with Leonardo and speak with Antonio. Oddly, Alessandro would look more serene than anyone would have perhaps guessed. It was almost like there had never been any issues in the past with anyone from the Salvatori Familigia .... even though that was definitely not true. Over the past month - if not a few - things had gotten smoother. Maybe that was just him having wishful thoughts, though. Either way, he wasn't gonna initiate any unnecessary arguments. Definitely not without a damn good reason, anyway. Reaching out, he took the invitation in his own hand and opened it, beginning to look over the contents of the letter. I can certainly see about speaking to my father about this. We'll probably be able to figure something out and send a few of us over. By the time he uttered that verdict, Pat and Lucas were working on bringing the last crates over into their van.
Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Elena looked to Pat. The man possessed the telltale symptoms of someone who did not want to be here wandering eyes that often met the floor, his posture, how he distanced himself away from the everyone else. And yet, still close enough to help the one person he was most loyal to. She blinked, then looked to Andreas he carried a lot of the same signs. Yes, she got the idea. Biting back her frustration to maintain the proper image, she gave a curt reply, Well. There you have it. If it were otherwise, she would have dragged one by their sleeve to the dance floor despite their protests. Boys. Elena turned around to swagger back to her table. She wore an elegant dress, all white tinged with gold and a layered skirt, and a long, thin cape that drifted behind her. Andreas felt guilty as she intended, finally making it to her table to sit again with her sister who was also shy and a drunk Antonio passed out in his chair. But the man felt more relieved. There was something stirring in his mind that he felt he had to ask Pat about while the two were still standing around, Anything? Perhaps he appeared to eager when he asked but it was rare for him to have met a man similar to himself. Most called him the romantic, others figured he was struggling with his sexuality. He was different and the Salvatori men weren't afraid to call him out. He promised himself that he would not get his hopes up around Pat and it was only a question. In the background, the Lady Crew danced on and entertained as they were supposed to. Vikki was indeed the most popular that night. Someone had spun her and she wounded up in Alessandro's arms, Lady Rosalina was the one to lead in her duet with Don Albert, then someone braved through to ask Elena. It was like watching a happy ending. How long would that last... Andreas traded his empty glass for a fresh one and helped himself to some kind of assorted chocolate piece that paired nicely. You haven't done anything with a woman? Going on in his mind was a list of things normally done with a female companion. It didn't just stop at sex.
Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Patricia Pat Hunter Pat, on the other hand, did not look the slightest bit guilty. On the contrary, he was ready to glare at the woman should she try to coerce him into something he didn't want to do. He'd been honest. Perhaps bluntly so, but if she couldn't appreciate the sincereity, fine. That was her issue. Either way, he refused to play along just to make a lady happy. It would go exactly like he hinted he wouldn't have fun and, by default, would ruin Elena's mood. As far as Pat was concerned, he'd done the young woman a favor ... even if it felt more akin to the exact opposite. You heard correctly, Pat calmly replied. No. I haven't, and I have no shame in replying that way. Again, he was being very earnest. However, that didn't translate into him wishing to boast about his ... status. So, he walked through the crowd, waiting until they were in a less populated area before elaborating, You saw the women we gave you hours ago, yeah? There aren't many others like those. Or, for that matter, Miss Rosalina and her crew, but ... those kinds of women just aren't my type. You can be sexy and not ... tempt every man you lay eyes on. I'd rather be with someone with that mindset. Alas ... His head shook. Those are too few and far in between. So ... no. I haven't danced, kissed, or do any other intimate gesture with a woman before. Now an eyebrow rose as he glanced over to Andreas. What about you? Did you indulge in any of your gifts already?
Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

The man would take a long and thoughtful sip from his glass while his likeness talked of a brand of confidence he could only wish he had. To be able to boldly say, 'I've never been with a woman,' without fear of the repercussions and bad mouthing sure to follow, well, it was the respect that Pat had that Andreas longed for. But it was easier to see that things were different between them because the Salvatori expected much more from the heir. A man's masculinity was measured by money and sex, never mind his integrity, humility, or ability to empathize. A hurtful but true reality. Lowering the glass, a bit of excess drink clung to his top lip that he swiped away with a flick of his tongue. He'd suppose a real man was one who wouldn't worry about what others thought of him, so long as he continued to do well for himself and those who really mattered. And for that, Pat earned his respect. Let's just say you and I have that in common. His eyes would break away from Pat's to glance up the grand stairwell, remembering Yun and the others. No, I haven't. And between you and I, Andreas began with the intent to reveal what he'd be keeping secret from his family. The information wouldn't benefit him in any way so why would he care what the young heir chose to do with them if the bill was already paid? I won't be. Poor girl's only 16, you know. She's the youngest I've ever seen. Of course being familiar with the business, he knew that the youngest escorts could be as young as twelve. Regardless, no woman should ever be robbed of their freedom and happiness to service men. Like some sort of product. Lady Rosalina Salvatori was once an escort. As an immigrant, she had no other skill set and so she used her body as a way to survive. The story goes that her path crossed with Don Albert's and it was true love at first sight. Now she's the manager in the sex industry. She could have left it behind her but rather she chose to embrace her past as it shaped her into the woman she is today. The way Lady Rosalina sees it is that she helps young women recognize their talents to do what they have to in order to live in a cruel world. That there is no shame and if they are going to be prostitutes they're going to be the best damn prostitutes. Her crew is a prime example. Each woman in her circle not only takes pride in their work but enjoys entertaining their clients. And if one ever asked Lady Rosalina for her service, she would say, The only man who can ever afford me is my husband. Andreas continued, Isn't sex supposed to be consensual? And that both parties are supposed to give something and enjoy it together? That's what I hear. Anyways, I'm saving myself for something like that.
Thread: Fx Any Not with a whimper, but with a bang!

Bumping. Because I still have some kind of hope.
Thread: Fx Any Not with a whimper, but with a bang!

Though it dwindles.
Thread: Rakki's Warped Reality Journal. NSFW. Personal and Oversharing.

Welp. Thought I'd do something here. Make of it what you will. Comments are welcome, this is going to be flow of consciousness, NSFW and honestly, probably a terrible read. You are warned! Comments, and conversation are welcome! First Entry Work is hell and robbing me of creativity at the moment, I love my job when its tedious and repetitive, lets my mind run and be creative. I get less and less of that kind of work, and more and more babysitting of morons who don't want to use their brains. But on the up side I seem to have stumbled across a self improvement discord, really supportive, and well, encouraging. I've been on there for a week, and having a group on my phone when things are hard really helps, talking me out of unhealthy choices and keeping me on track. Its only been a week but I honestly think that this can be key to getting back to my 'superhero' cosplay fitness level. But the lack of beer is killing me. The group also cater to kinks and a lot of mine line up... I honestly think I've gained a few kinks from exposure there, and have even been convinced to indulge myself and go on a journey of 'growth'. Self improvement heh. Its hard to argue with the evidence being posted, and well, why not? What have i got to loose besides my last straws of dignity? All jokes aside, even if it comes to nothing, I'm enjoying the process, and there is a confidence boost just knowing that I'm trying something. Looking forward to my half day Friday at work and catching up on RPs!