Come into my Parlour...

”We can talk about that later.”

Alicia had expected him to stare and she wasn’t disappointed. That wasn’t just her ego talking – when a woman took her top off in front of a guy she’d met exactly once, staring in shock was natural enough.

It did seem like she’d have to persuade him a bit more and she was mustering that argument in her head when Dmitri surprised her, not for the first time if she was honest. But he was in. Awesome. And he even had his sparring gear with him – how thoughtful. Not that Alicia minded, he could have worn his shirt and underwear as far as she was concerned, but this would be even better.

The redhead held up a hand to cut him off and tilted her head at the one closed door leading off the main room, before she walked over and swung it open for him.

”I’ve got some mats set up in here. Basic stuff, but enough to work out on and you can change in there, if you want. Just let me know when you’re done and we can get started.”

Thankfully, that had been easy enough and – once she’d got him in there – she didn’t plan for him to be leaving until she let him. And now he’d agreed….

Well, he was basically hers. Watching him go into the room, Alicia leant against the wall and let herself daydream about all the things she was about to do to Dmitri Voronov. She was looking forward to getting her legs about him, for one thing.

Hmm, he was a kickboxer so he ought to have some good core strength. Maybe he’d be a good one for the python squeeze… Her lips twitched in a hastily suppressed smirk.

”Oh, wow.” Dmitri stuck his head in the room and looked around - yeah, it was the whole setup. He had mats at his house, and he occasionally worked with his sister of them, but he’d never gone this all-out on it. Alicia didn't skimp.

Dmitri nodded at her and made his way in, closing the door behind him. It only took him a few moments to get his lower gi out and put that on, along with some pads for his legs and fists. He had a top to go along with it, too, but…

Dmitri had a good body. He didn’t like to brag or show off, but he knew that much about himself. His muscles were firm and cut all the way down, good defintion, solid tone. Not a body builder, but there wasn’t too much fat to be found on him. It wasn’t immediately noticeable when he was wearing normal clothing, but now that they were going to be doing this? It couldn’t hurt to put it on display. He had a feeling Alicia could appreciate a decent body.

Now that he was dressed, his sat his backpack to the side and warmed up. Stretches. Bending. Twisting. Getting out some kinks and making sure everything was in working over. He praticed his kicks, throwing out a side kick at all levels. High, retract. Middle, retract. Low, retract. A quick snap kick, spinning roundhouse, spinning hook, axe kick…

Through it all, his billowing gi whistled, punctuating his moves as they sliced through the air. All good.

”Okay!” Dmitri called back, hopping on his toes. ”I’m ready!”

Outside, Alicia had been doing her own stretches, having traded in her boots for some foot wraps and pads of her own. Her game plan didn’t call for a hell of a lot of striking, not least because the room wasn’t really big enough for that. Instead, her plan was much simpler. He couldn’t grapple, by his own words, and she was going to take advantage of that to take him down and work him over.

But she’d been an athlete for way too long to risk going into any fight without warming up and particularly now she was actually earning a living from it. If she strained something because she did something stupid, that was coming out of her pay cheque and, while she wasn’t living from hand to mouth, she couldn’t exactly afford to lose money for fun either.

So, yes. Stretching, lots and lots of stretching, from kicks to stretches to a handstand against a wall to anything else she could think of and could manage in the space of her living room. Her eyes sharpened, lost their dreamy edge as she put her body through its paces and felt her muscles warm up and loosen in ways that were more than familiar to her.

She’d just finished her own routine when she heard Dmitri call.

”Perfect timing,” The big redhead called back, padding over to the door and stepping inside.

Well, he cleaned up nicely. Alicia didn’t bother hiding the way she ran her eyes over him from top to toe. Her violet gaze lingered on his abs and then his arms – he clearly took a lot of time working out, as she’d expect from a martial artist, and he was defined but not bulky in the slightest, ditto. If she was any judge, he was built for speed, not power. His abs were cut and solidly there but she’d taken on much better and broken through.

Still. ”Nice,” She offered with a wink, sauntering up to stand opposite him. ”This is going to be fun. And go on three.”

Alicia fell into a loose stance, shaking out her thighs as she readied up.

”Two.”

She couldn’t help it. Her lips curled back into her signature smirk.

”One.”

And then she dropped down low, going to sweep his legs right out from under him. If that worked, she’d immediately go to straddle him – full mount if she could.

Alicia came in a moment later, and it looked as if she liked what she saw. She had the most haunting violet eyes - there was a dark, foreboding quality to them as she looked him over. Slow. Deliberate. As if she were taking in every detail. It wasn’t quite the same look he’d been giving her when she’d shown off her powerhouse thighs, but there was definite approval.

He might’ve flexed a bit. On accident. Yes.

Dmitri had thought she would want to establish some rules first, but Alicia seemed eager to get this started. Not too surprising - despite just meeting, it was clear she had a competitive nature, that she loved combat. Come to think of it, he’d probably signed up for this the moment he started talking about his record. He’d made a little boasting, did a little bragging and she wanted to see him back it up.

”Arigato.” He fought back the blush and returned her wink as Alicia got into position. While she was counting down, Dmitri lowered his head and bowed her way - spar or no spar, respect had to be paid

He moved back, got into his stance, and-

Dmitri had figured that Alicia would be fast, but he hadn’t counted on her being that fast. One second he was standing, the next he was on his back, the next after she was moving on top of him, trying to straddle. The exact last thing he wanted was to be underneath a mixed martial artist - not in a spar, anyway. He didn’t know what she had in mind and he really didn’t want to know.

Thinking fast, he planted his feet firm on the floor and bridged up, trying to throw her off and roll back to his feet before she had the chance keep him pinned.

His choice of expression caught her off guard for a beat before she remembered that he was half-Japanese to go with the half-Russian. Nice to see some spirit from him though.

The look of surprise on Dmitri’s face as she swept his legs warmed the cockles of Alicia’s heart, whatever the cockles of the heart were. Still, hers were warmed because catching an opponent off guard with her speed was always fun for a kick-off to a fight. And then she went for mount and things turned interesting.

She’d probably been ambitious when she tried to get on top of Dmitri already – he might not be a grappler but he was still a fighter and not entirely stupid. He’d have to be suicidal to let her score mount and he clearly had at least some ideas about how to get out. In nine times out of ten, he’d got exactly the right idea too. Bridge up, throw them off and get back up. There was just one minor problem here.

Bridging gave Alicia a chance to get her legs around him.
Rolling with his bridge, she fell off deliberately to the side, instinctively going to swing her upper leg over his body and sneak her lower through the gap he’d just opened up between himself and the mat. If that worked, she’d snap the scissors closed at her ankles and absolutely hammer his abs with a brutal constriction of her thighs in an attempt to collapse his bridge.

She didn’t want to submit him already, but she needed him flat on his back for what she had in mind. Regardless, simultaneously, her hands went for his wrist – if she could secure one arm and lock down on his midriff, she fancied her chances here. So the Kimura lock it was, if she could just corral the limb first.

Dmitri was relieved. As relieved as you could be in the middle of a sparring match with a fiercely driven Amazon warrior, anyway.

It had been dicey for a second there, but he’d managed to get Alicia off him, and he was on his way to getting back to his feet. That was going to be the key here - his style of fighting worked best when he was on his feet, her style of fighting specialized in grounding an opponent, wearing them out with painful holds. She was fast, but even in a confined space Dmitri was confident in his agility. If he got back to his feet, he’d be okay.

He’d just started to rise when he felt a surging, excruciating pain come from mid-section, setting his abs on fire. At first he’d thought something was wrong with his body, that he hadn’t stretched right and taken on the mother of all cramps. Then he looked down and saw the real culprit: Alicia’s thighs. Long and hard and caressing his sides in a vicious embrace.

He started to scream - a legit, full scream - but he managed to bite it down, hold back from giving the pain a voice. That became much harder, though, when his arm was seized in a tight hold and bent in a direction it was never designed to go.

Dmitri threw his head back and groaned as his world became a blur of intense pain. He kicked and bucked and swatted at her thigh with his remaining free hand, but he doubted he could get anywhere with. The typical Tae Kwon Do technique for this sort of thing was not to get into it in the first place, a point he’d obviously crossed.

”Nnnh.” He gritted his teeth and managed to squeeze out a nervous laugh, trying to keep this light as he sawed in half. ”You, uh...you live up to the hype…”

Dmitri might as well have been trying to move a steel bar with his hand. His slaps just filled the room with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, Alicia’s hard legs not even budging regardless of how hard he tried. Not that there were many ways out of his position, unless he went for a rope break of course but…

Wait! No ropes.

Alicia gave him a smile as he spoke, amused that he could laugh despite the massive pain he was obviously in. Well, firstly, this was just the warm-up. More importantly, he hadn’t seen nothing yet. But that was alright. She was about to show him.

Slowly, Alicia eased her pressure, maintaining her hold enough both to keep Dmitri locked in place and to make him aware of the thick, muscular thigh pressing down on his abdomen. It wouldn’t be comfortable, despite being a fraction of her strength, but it would be a long way from agonising. And then she waited for him to breathe, keeping the arm lock in place as she watched him patiently.

Specifically, she waited for him to exhale. For the muscles of his abs to slacken. The second he did, Alicia’s thighs would tighten. Still with nothing like the power of earlier, but more than before. Then she’d hold that pressure, stealing his breathing room, constricting his torso and forcing him to take shallower breaths. When he tried to inhale, her legs would keep his diaphragm where it was, stopping them expanding to fill his lungs with air. And then, when he exhaled again, she’d repeat it all again – her thighs would tighten, slicing into his abs while they were softened…

Alicia’s python squeeze was a perfect tool for exhausting her opponents, dominating them by slow, steady pressure. It kept her fresh while leaving them a gasping, sweaty wreck that she could finish off at her whim. Dmitri was only the second person to see this since she’d joined Friction and, judging by his belly, he wouldn’t last anywhere near as long as Kyoko had.

Dmitri gave her thighs another few feeble slaps before he just gave up. He was almost tempted to try scratching but a) that was such a wimpy thing to do b) it probably wouldn’t have worked and c) if it did anything, it would probably just tick Alicia off even more. And the exact last thing he wanted to do was to make the woman breaking him in half with his legs angry.

Thankfully, the pain didn’t last for long. Alicia showed some mercy and eased up on the pressure, giving his abdominals a much-welcomed respite. For a second there, he was afraid she might have been really trying to do him some permanent damage. "Wow," He tried to keep up his weak smile. Did a good job. "Your legs are...are..."

Dmitri breathed a sigh of relief. Or, well...he tried to.

It was subtle, ever so subtle, but every time he tried to breath out, it became a little harder. And a little harder. And a little harder. After three times, he realized the insidious little trick Alicia was squeezing after every breath he took, gradually increasing the pressure, wrapping around him like a great snake around its prey. Every second, every breath, just made it worse and worse and worse.

She was suffocating him. Slow and sure.

It got to the point where he couldn’t breath. Not much. Not hardly at all. He laid there with his mouth wide open and his eyes bulging, sweat streaming down his face, looking over to her with silent pleas. She had to know this was hurting. She couldn’t not know. So why wasn’t she easing up?

”S...st…”

In stark contrast to Dmitri, Alicia had barely broken a sweat, her chest rising and falling with deep and even breathing as she took him apart. She’d even let go of his arm, judging that he’d already lost the strength to escape whatever he tried. The big redhead looked entirely at ease, in her element, her head propped up on one arm as her purple eyes watched his lazily. She didn’t do this often. Its applicability in an actual fight was dubious at best unless her opponent more or less didn’t bother fighting back, and most of the time she didn’t need to resort to this to get submissions anyway. When she had thighs that could crack ribs, most fights ended almost as soon as her ankles closed.

But then this wasn’t a hold based on pain – pain was easy. It was based on compression and it was insidious enough that the few she’d used it on often failed to realise what she was doing until it was far too late. Just like poor, dull Dmitri, with his mouth opening and closing and his eyes bulging, just like a fish. He was going a nasty white too, just like a fish’s belly. And he couldn’t actually talk anymore, his voice a squeak that broke every time he tried.

Alicia cocked her head slightly to one side with analytical interest. If she kept this up, he was going out for sure.

Ignoring the croaking, she started to tighten her scissors to full pressure again, slowly and methodically doing her best to grind his abdomen to mush. It turned her thighs to flesh-covered steel, pressing ruthlessly against abs that were already weakened by the long, slow pressure of the python squeeze. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to breath at all, not to mention the utter agony of the vice-like coils wrapped around his tenderised belly.

Her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration, watching for the signs.

She was going to take him to the very edge of unconsciousness, right to the tipping point, and only then would she let him breathe again.

Alicia let go of Dmitri’s arm, stopped twisting it with the painful hold, and you might think that this would give him some measure of relief. It didn't. If anything, it just made it worse, because now he had nothing to take his mind off the sheer agony that his midsection was going through. Let him better take in his situation.

It was a weird thing, being unable to breath when there was nothing in front of your mouth to keep it happening. His mouth kept opening and closing, as if it knew that air should've been sucked through it and couldn't figure out why that wasn't happening in abundance. His airways felt so dry and empty. Things were closing and opening, parts were contracting. His body was unable to do what it really should've been able to do, and it had no idea why.

And there was Alicia, watching this whole thing. Maybe it was simply the lack of oxygen making him see things, but she looked so bored. So unconcerned. She had the same look on her face that his sister had when she discovered the weird things a magnifying glass could do to an ant when you titled it in just the right direction. This strange, calm, surgical gaze as her thighs hardened to nearly inhuman degrees and inflicted inhumane torture.

Dmitri was still looking into those calculating, violet eyes when the lights began to fade and the world grew silent.Flashes of light danced across his vision. His brain was a good brain, capable of doing some neat things, but like all brains it needed oxygen to work. Without it, his consciousness was going, going…

”Huuuuuuuuuh!” Dmitri’s lungs automatically refilled with air as the brutal hold was eased up on, his poor lungs sucking in all the air they could in one long gull. He was dragged back into the land of the living with wide eyes, shaking about with wild spasms the shoe way through. He looked around, eyes rapidly blinking, speaking in between whatever gaps he could.

”何だった-” He couldn't figure out the specifics, but he did know one thing: he needed to get out from between these legs. Frantic and frenetic, he pushed at them and tried to slide out. ”Oh God, oh God, что ебать-”