Baptism by Hentai

Nazaria had flown into Japan the previous evening, fresh from a two-week excursion to Bora Bora. She had indulged herself there, swimming, sunbathing, and making lazy love to local and vacationing beauties both as she got used to the time difference between the Pacific Rim and Europe, where she kept her primary residence. She needed the relaxation. As soon as she landed in Tokyo, Nazaria intended to be on the prowl. She intended to get out there and find the sort of challenge which had proven to be so rare in exotic locales all around the world.

It was surprising how rare the challenge that Nazaria sought had turned out to be, during all the years she had searched for it. There is no shortage of suitably beautiful women, the girl thought to herself, her red eyes gleaming as she trekked down the hallway towards the gym, but even the most beautiful women seem to be rather…lacking, as far as skill and technique are concerned. If only…

Waking up that morning, Nazaria had had a few things to take care of before she did anything else. She had negotiated her contract over the phone—it was surprising just how easily a girl could become gainfully employed at AFW, so long as she had an attractive body and was willing to flaunt it—but there were a few final arrangements that were to be made in person. Nazaria made them, signed her name on the line, gave the low-lev el executive with whom she’d been negotiating a long goodbye kiss that left the woman beet-red and short of breath, and then headed down to the AFW arena complex to check out the facilities.

The cafeteria was good enough, though Nazaria doubted she would frequent it. The dorms seemed small and dingy. With her means, Nazaria wouldn’t have to go back to them. She checked her watch, wondering if her belongings had all made it to her new apartment all right. She would need to check in on that very soon.

Right now, though, she had one more facility to look at: the gym and training area. As she walked toward it, she idly patted the large purse she was carrying, wondering whether she should change into the new outfit she had had designed for her AFW contests…

"Are you really sure you want to go through with this Mistress Agatha?" The maid by the name of Abigail went as she followed Agatha through her tour of the AFW facilities. Abigail was dressed in her typical maid's outfit, while Agatha was dressed in her formal attire, a black, see through dress that did very little to hide her body, nor her black sports bra and short shorts. "Yes Abigail, I've already secured a place here, and I'll be making some decent money, and the best part is that I get to have some fun with girls too." Agatha said, Abigail sighing as she heard her mistress justify her actions.

It was obvious to both of them that the women were the real motivation behind joining the AFW, the payment was a simple bonus to the opportunity of groping, fucking, and loving other beautiful women with fighting experience. This was made clear when Agatha had kissed the (already seemingly flustered) AFW executive she met up with just before undergoing her tour. Agatha was completely unimpressed by most of it, seeing as to how she already had a good enough house and cook to not bother with either the dorms or cafeteria. What truly interested her was the gym, where there would most certainly be what she was looking for.

"Mistress Agatha, do you even have any wrestling experience?" Abigail had asked her mistress just before they'd entered the gym. The question seemed to sting Agatha a little, who simply shrugged. "I have a small amount of experience, I was in my school's wrestling team after all." was her reply, as she entered.

"Remove my dress Abigail." The Duchess commanded, to which her maid complied, moving in behind her and slowly taking the dress off. Once the deed was done, Abigail was rewarded with a kiss on her cheek, to which she blushed. "Now then, what shall I do first. . ."

During her self-guided tour, Nazaria had almost gotten the feeling that she was being followed. She sure couldn’t fault a woman for following her, wanting an extra glimpse of the playgirl’s brilliant white smile, or of her striking red eyes, or, of course, of her stunning, perfect body. But usually a girl like that would break off her pursuit after a minute or two. That wasn’t the case here. Everywhere Nazaria went, it seemed that, as she left, she heard a chorus of footsteps behind her, voices just at the very edge of her hearing. It was a strange sensation, to say the least. Nazaria herself was usually the one to be doing the following, and, unlike many of her own…escapades, she got the sense that whoever it was was no more aware of her being ahead of them than she was of them behind her.

Eventually, Nazaria heard no more footsteps. She finished her tour and headed for the gym. She was only a few steps away when her cell phone started ringing.

“Ah…?” Nazaria would intone, sliding the phone out of her purse and looking at the name on the screen. “Oh. Chinasa.” Nazaria would push into the gym and duck into the locker room door to the immediate left. The locker room was a little dingy, but it was actually rather nice. Nazaria would stay at the entrance as she answered her phone to get the long-awaited update on her new apartment.

The call only lasted a couple of minutes, but, as she spoke with the girl on the other end of the line, Nazaria heard that tapping of footsteps on the other side of the gym door. As she peered out into the gym, a pair of lovely women entered, one dressed as a maid, carrying a dress that must have belonged to the other woman, who was now wearing nothing but a sports bra and short shorts. Nazaria watched the woman enter, pausing to take in the gym, and to ask her assistant what she should do first. Nazaria’s red eyes glittered. She licked her lips.

It had been almost three days since she’d had sex, and she was feeling horny. Very horny. What should the woman do first? “Me,” Nazaria would mouth, silently, just to herself. Or, technically, she would be doing this lovely grey-haired woman. Nazaria would be on top, of course.

“Chinasa, I will be there…later this evening. I’m sure it’s lovely,” Nazaria would say to the girl on the phone, before hanging up. She would put her phone in her purse, and then pull out her new wrestling attire. With the skill that came from years of experience, she would grab her dress and slide it off in one smooth motion. It would only take her a minute to put on her wrestling attire: a sling-style pink ensemble which clung tightly to her crotch and barely contained her large, firm breasts.

She would leave her bag and her dress in the locker room and move out into the gym, closing the locker room door silently behind her. As she passed by the two women, Nazaria would look at them and flash a smile, and then, she would sway her hips, rubbing them up against the hips of the beautiful noblewoman as she walked past her into the gym.

It didn't take long for either Abigail or Agatha to notice the woman in front of them, alluring their eyes with her attire and body. 'Damn, looks like the AFW sure knows how to pick its wrestlers.' Agatha thought to herself as she quietly observed the woman, all the while Abigail blushed red with arousement.

It had been a few days since either Abigail or Agatha had sex, either with others or with eachother. Agatha knew it was definitely not difficult to find a beautiful woman to bump uglies with in Japan, especially not with her wealth and stature, but she wasn't looking for just anyone, she was looking for something special.

The moment during which their hips bumped made Agatha shiver slightly with arousement. She knew what she was going to do now. 'I'm going to do her, and I'm going to be on top.' She began to trail her, licking her lips as she walked just a few feet away from the beautiful blonde, knowing full well that she was setting a trap for her, one she was willingly walking into. "What are you doing Mi-" Abigail silenced herself as she saw what her mistress did. Without warning, Agatha then swiftly placed her hand on the blonde's left asscheek, knowing full well that it would attract her attention.

"Hello, my name is Duchess Agatha, what might your name be love?" Agatha asked in a faux-polite tone as she squeezed the lovely blonde's asscheek mildly. Abigail meanwhile had trailed behind the two, blushing redder and redder as she saw, and knew full well what the two were most certainly going to do before this day was done with.

The trap worked as it always did. Nazaria knew it would. No succubus worth her stripes could fail to lure her target in with a move like that if she had a body like Nazaria’s. When the blonde felt that hand on her butt cheek, she would grin and tighten her gluteal muscles a little, to let her target know that she appreciated the interest which was being shown.

Before she turned to look at the noblewoman, however, she would spare a glance towards the hapless maid who stood several feet back, watching her mistress feeling Nazaria up. The girl seemed embarrassed, having to follow along meekly while her mistress engaged in liaisons such as this. Nazaria smiled a sympathetic smile. She felt for the maid. Nazaria had many maids and other servants, and she knew that such a life wasn’t easy. As a matter of fact, she just might have a way to satisfy the maid as well as the mistress…

But that would have to wait. Nazaria had fresh new prey to feast upon, and that prey was feeling her up and introducing herself right now. “Oh, now you’re quite forward, aren’t you?” Nazaria would say, as she turned to the duchess and flashed her pearly whites, matching the noblewoman’s faux-polite tone. “A duchess? Why, I'm quite flattered. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As for myself...people call me many things…but you can just call me Nazaria. That’s the name I like the best.”

Agatha knew that her maid would certainly need some loving from someone, but she would deal with that later. She was far more interested in the lovely blonde, the feeling of her asscheek tightening assuring her that she was more than interested in her. Of course, the fun part would have to wait for now.

"Well, where I come from, this is normally how I greet lovely ladies like you." Agatha replied with her same faux-politeness, making a slight, very slight, exaggeration as to her previous behavior back in the Duchy. "Nazaria, I like that name." Agatha, the sense of faux-politeness now replaced with mild lust, added once the blonde had told her her name, at the same time taking a good look at Nazaria's breasts.

"I take it you're a wrestler here? I just joined the AFW today, and I was looking for someone to spar with, to see if I should train some more before looking for a real match." Agatha had really wanted to simply make love to her right then and there, but she knew better. She wanted to make Nazaria (as well as herself) work towards their inevitable goal of lust and seduction, as well as to see if she could still hold her own in a wrestling match.

Ah, and now the lovely game between Nazaria and this Duchess Agatha would begin. They both knew what the other wanted, but there would be no fun in getting it without a little foreplay. The game was a psychological one—a game of teasing, and of delicately penetrating the psychological defenses of the other player, getting to know what she liked and disliked, and what would absolutely make her melt once the game came to its conclusion and the actual act of lovemaking began.

The game would also, on occasion, become a physical one. Agatha had started it off by squeezing Nazaria’s butt cheek. Nazaria was not afraid to make contact, too. “Oh, well, if it’s the tradition of your people…” Nazaria would muse, before turning around to face Agatha, pressing her front against the noblewoman’s, and sliding one hand across Agatha’s side and down around to her ass, grabbing onto it in much the same way, mirroring Agatha as they looked into each other’s eyes for the first time.

“As a matter of fact, I am a wrestler here,” Nazaria would reply, her face close to Agatha’s, her red eyes staring lustily into the duchess’s. “But only as of an hour ago. I just signed my contract upstairs, and I came down here to better know the facilities.” She slid her free hand up Agatha’s arm, and then traced a single finger across the woman’s shoulder. “You know, I wasn’t originally planning to spar today…but I couldn’t bear to leave you without anyone to test your skills against…maybe you want to step into the ring with me, hmm?”

Agatha was well aware of this game, a game she has been attempting to master since she discovered her lust for women. She had played it against many women, whom them found themselves in a very exhilarating experience. However, she had not played it against someone like Nazaria, whom she began to suspect might actually be better than her at the game.

Agatha moaned as her breasts pressed against Nazaria's, and her own cheeks began to get played with. "Really it's less tradition and more 'things I liked to do'." The Duchess clarified to the succubus, all the while her cheeks began to redden slightly. It was here that the two's eyes met, and to the Duchess, she was staring upon the eyes of a lovely angel from heaven, ironic, considering what Nazaria stylized herself as.

A cold shiver was felt across Agatha's body as Nazaria's finger traced itself on her shoulder, feeling excited as she heard her talk, realizing that both of them were in a more or less similar position. "I would love to test my skills against a lovely woman like yourself, Nazaria." Agatha said, before giving the blonde a quick kiss on the cheeks. "When this is over there'll be more where that came from."

If this game was the sort of game which kept score, Nazaria would have doubtlessly earned a point right there. Agatha made a small, lusty noise as Nazaria touched her, and her face started to redden a little. Nazaria kept on smiling, tilting her head a little as she gazed into Agatha’s eyes. The woman’s eyes were very red, and very striking. Nazaria couldn’t remember the last time she had met a woman with eyes like that. She herself had eyes like that, but very few, if any, of her conquests did. As she stared deeply into Agatha’s eyes, Nazaria was tempted to kiss the woman right then.

She had to consciously restrain herself from doing so. It was not the time for a kiss on the lips. The game was only just beginning.

“Oh? Not a tradition?” Nazaria would reply, as the noblewoman explained the squeezing of her butt cheek. “Well, no reason we can’t make it a tradition just between the two of us. Any time we meet, we just reach around and each grab ahold of a cheek. It’ll be in lieu of a handshake. ‘Oh, hello there. How have you been?’” As Nazaria simulated such a meeting, she would give Agatha’s ass cheek another squeeze.

After that, Agatha happily accepted Nazaria’s offer to serve as her sparring partner, and gave Nazaria a kiss on the cheek. The blonde chuckled warmly, letting go of the duchess’s butt and moving her hands up to the sides of Agatha’s face. She would then lean in, planting a kiss on each of the noblewoman’s cheeks. “There’ll be more for you, too. Now, shall we?” She would take a step back, then hold out a hand, offering to hold hands with Agatha as they walked over to the sparring ring.

Agatha could sense the restraint from both herself and Nazaria. Despite the blonde's displaying herself as a succubi, she could tell that she understood restraint, the only thing stopping the two from simply french kissing eachother and rolling across the floor of the gym. She also took a good, long look at her eyes, deep red ones almost akin to her own. They were eyes capable of bringing any lesser woman to her knees, making her lick the boot (or in Nazaria's more likely case, pussy) of the superior woman standing tall over her. Of course, Nazaria was no lesser woman, she could easily withstand the succubi's eyes.

The Duchess smiled as Nazaria explained their new 'tradition' together. Her own gluteal muscles tightened as the succubi squeezed her own asscheek. "I'm fine, how have you been?" Agatha replied, giving her own squeeze to Nazaria's cheek as she replied. "This is quite a splendid tradition, far more personal than a simple handshake." She then added, complimenting the lewd idea.

When Nazaria offered to take her hand, she took the offer, holding hands with her, all the while her cheeks became red once more with the kisses bestowed upon them. "Gladly, let's see what we're made of." Agatha said as she followed the succubi to the ring.

Meanwhile, Abigail continued to feel and look as red as a beet. She had found herself in this position constantly, seeing her Mistress run off with some beautiful woman and fuck her while she stared from a corner. While she secretly enjoyed seeing her Mistress do these things (not as much as being fucked by her, of course), she had always felt as if she was missing out, or that she needed a girlfriend of sorts. Of course, for now, she would simply have to contend with watching her master wrestle.