Come into my Parlour...

If Alicia was any judge, the twitching fit was weaker this time as she’d expect and she was easily able to manipulate his body until they were both arranged as she’d wanted before he snapped back to reality.

And then he had questions. Well, one question but she supposed it was the only one that mattered to him.

Just like Dmitri hadn’t answered her question earlier, it was the Russian’s turn to be disappointed. It was tempting to write her lack of an answer off as not knowing what he meant but of course Alicia knew what he meant. The big redhead just didn’t see the need to explain. They were sparring. And if he wasn’t good enough to compete, well- like Gallium, if he couldn’t take the heat, he shouldn’t have got in the kitchen.

Interestingly, he hadn’t tapped but Alicia wasn’t going to lie. She wouldn’t have let him go even if he had. But technically she was well within her rights to keep on going.

Technically. It wasn’t her style to try and excuse herself based on technicalities.

So he’d have to answer that one for himself.

Once she was confident Dmitri was back with her, one of Alicia’s legs began to slowly, subtly snake its way under his own. Once she’d got that one in place, the redhead’s other lower limb would push between his so that his thigh was between her own. All the while, Alicia just kept her eyes on his, her forehead resting against his in case he’d had any notions of trying for a headbutt as an escape from his predicament.

From there, it was business as usual. Cross the ankles. Extend the legs. Start to squeeze.

The redhead hadn’t tried this before. Scissoring a leg. But it seemed like it was worth a try and – by any standards – both of their legs ought to be the strongest parts of their bodies. She was curious to see just how Dmitri’s measured up to her own. Her eyes remained fixed on his all through, piercing in as she waited to see how he reacted to this one.

Otherwise, she just lay there, casually resting on her side as though she hadn’t a care in the world.

”-ohGodohGod-

Dmitri didn't get an answer from Alicia, and to be straight up and frank, he didn't much expect one. He could be a little slow when it came to women, but he would have to be brain dead in order not to get at least some inkling of what was happening here. If she wanted to know why she was doing this, if she cared that he knew, she would’ve told him by now. She would’ve told him before they started, given him some chance of escaping this purgatory of flesh.

Dmitri kept on breathing and laid his head against the mat, shutting his eyes, as if Alicia would magically disappear when they opened again. Not likely.

But he was still breathing, that was something to be happy about. She hadn’t started choking him again. Maybe she was done. Maybe she’d had her fill.

Maybe she’d just had another idea.

Dmitri hadn’t thought much of her leg sliding over his at first - if sex had ever been on his mind with this date, those notions were long-dispelled. But when that other leg came over, and the pressure started to build, he began to see the danger, realize what she was going for.

His eyes widened, shocked, and saw those violet eyes were still there. Close now. Staring deep.

Dmitri’s leg had good tone. Ironically enough, he could’ve probably put Alicia into a decent scissorhold if he'd ever get the chance. Nothing that could rival her power, but harder than most could manage, enough to make her hurt. They were strong, thick, brimming with tight muscle.

It hardly mattered much. Oh, they were doing better than his neck and midsection, holding on. But, in the end, his leg was a fierce wolf trying to endure two raging lions. He was in the top 95%, but she was in the upper 99%, and that made all the difference.

Feeling was leaving his limb. Circulation was slowing down. He tried to move it, but everything below her thighs ignored his commands. If any help was going to come, it would have to be from his upper body. Above the waist, he could at least hope to break even with Alicia.

”Get off…” He tried to yell, but his throat was too sore for anything above a whisper. Dmitri tried to push against Alicia’s face and chest, doing anything he could to make some separation from there, but his attempts were weak, his body still not recovered from that strangling. ‘Impotent’ didn’t even begin to describe it. ”Let go. L-let go...please…”

This was giving Alicia a bit of an idea of how Kyoko’s mind worked. There was something particularly … special about taking the most powerful part of her body and using it to destroy the most powerful part of someone else’s. As with the python scissors, she doubted this had any application in the ring. But another part of her was desperate to see how it’d play out if this was Valley Doll she had in front of her. How the blonde would react to the move.

Would she tap? Would she put up a better fight than Dmitri here?

Actually Dmitri had some pretty good thighs on him, and Alicia had to admit she could appreciate that – clearly he’d also been putting some fairly hefty effort into developing them just like she had. Even through the gi he was wearing, she could feel all the muscle that drove those flashing kicks of his and her imagination was happily filling in the blanks. Maybe he wasn’t built for power in the same way some were, but that speed still demanded toned, hardened limbs and the level of flexibility that most people just couldn’t begin to reach. It was impressive and she wouldn’t have any problems taking him on a real match, letting him show her some of what he could actually do.

None of it was helping him now though as her own thicker, stronger thighs were brought to bear, strangling his leg just like she’d done to his neck and his ribs. It was a very different feel, no bones bending, just the feel of flesh against cloth-covered flesh; her big quads cutting off the flow of blood until all feeling left it. Dmitri’s legs were dangerous, no doubt about that, but hers? They were something else entirely.

She ignored his pleading, continuing to squeeze with every intention of continuing until she was sure that all feeling had left the leg. There’d be no more kicking – hell, she’d be surprised if he could stand once she was done. And all through it, she continued to look him straight in the eye as his fluttering hands failed to so much as shift her. Even if he’d managed anything, her grip on his thigh was rock-solid and unyielding. She wasn’t moving until she chose to move and there was seemingly nothing Dmitri could do to change that.

For all the good this was doing, Dmitri might as well have been pushing a boulder. A rock with purple eyes that just keep staring him with an unflinching gaze. A rock with thighs that seemed custom designed to break bodies. A rock that seemed to tap strength from a bottomless well of power, with no end in sight.

The pain in Dmitri’s leg was a new one, unlike anything he’d experienced before. His bones, as near as he could tell, were fine, but everything around them wasn’t. No circulation, no flow, no anything - she was turning it into dead weight. It didn’t even come off like an actual hold. The pain wasn’t what drove you crazy, here, but instead, the lack of pain.

And through it all, that constant pressure. That consistent grinding, the sliding and squeezing. His leg was a piece of taffy and her legs were the teeth. She just kept chewing and chewing…

”My leg,” He ran his hands through his hair, wringing out fresh droplets of sweat. ”My leg, can’t feel my-” Dmitri let out a long hiss, feeling a spasm run up his thigh. He didn’t know why that happened, but he sincerely wished it wouldn’t again.

”Say something.” He shook his head back, rocked it from side to side. ”Just-just stop. You win, you win, just stop and tell me what you want…”

He didn’t suspect that pleading would get him very far, but he had to try while he still had the opportunity to speak. That likely wouldn’t last.

Though she still wasn’t saying a word, a deep purr of feline satisfaction rolled off Alicia’s tongue at Dmitri’s words. If she’d been given to it, she’d have been licking her lips by now. She was well used to the sensation of a slackening torso or the creaking of bone as she broke an opponent with her crushing thighs but this was entirely new to her. Feeling his muscles turn to putty, their resistance vanishing as she ground them down... And it was all the better because she could see the realisation dawning in his eyes.

This was new to him too, something they’d discovered together, something he’d always associate with her. That was kind of awesome. Alicia wasn’t truly sadistic. She didn’t get off on pain, not hers and not really anyone else’s. She loved to fight, of course, and the better the fight the more she enjoyed it. She didn’t want his pain. She didn’t really care if he tapped. She didn’t really want anything, except to finish what had essentially turned into a workout with Dmitri co-starring as her rag doll.

This was where a supervillain would stop to monologue; they’d explain why they were doing this, why they were so much better than him, what was about to happen, blah, blah, blah. Alicia – who wasn’t a supervillainess however great she’d look in skintight spandex – didn’t. She knew she’d won. She’d won the second she’d got her thighs around him that first time. She’d won before they’d got onto the mat.

Now that she was convinced his leg was about as threatening as a piece of spaghetti, Alicia unlocked her vice and let his limb go with a last, parting almost-sensual brush of her thigh against his before she shoved him over onto his back with both hands. Except she kept a hold of his nearer wrist, spinning around on her ass as she attempted to yank that limb out towards her. Her legs were moving into position on either side of the arm, Alicia very obviously going for a standard, right out of the book armbar.

She’d be kind of offended if he didn’t try and defend this one, although she had some nasty ideas about how to deal with any defence.

No answer from Alicia. Of course there was no answer.

Dmitri couldn’t even be sure she heard a word that came out of his mouth. Normal people responded to words whether they intended to say anything or not. He thought he might see some recognition in her eyes, some hint that she at least processsed the words coming out of his mouth.

There was nothing. It was like he ceased to exist as a person to her, but was merely something for her to toy with, a living, breathing test dummy. Did she even realize what she was doing? Did it factor to her at all?

He didn’t know, couldn’t know, and it didn’t matter much, really. The important thing was to survive. He could suss out the reasoning later. If there even was any.

Alicia finally let his leg go - in fact, she released it about five seconds ago, and he hadn’t even noticed. He looked down, and sure enough, there was an imprint of her thighs etched against his own, a reminder that would probably be there for at least a day. Not that he needed it, since the damage itself told enough of a story.

His brain demanded the leg move. It didn’t. Not a twitch, not a wiggle. He could sense a faint tingle around his toes, a growing sensation, but that was it. Surely, his leg wouldn’t be permanently incapicitated, would probably be working well enough in a hour or two. But he didn’t have that long.

At least, he hoped to God he wouldn’t still be here in an hour. That was a sobering thought.

Dmitri was dragged away from his musings when he made a stark realization: his arm. She still had his arm, even though she’d pushed him down. Her legs were coming up, and it looked like she was-

”No!” Fresh panic set in as he saw the armbar coming. Though his leg was dead weight, the good thing about her focus on it was that it allowed the rest of his body to recover. He’d gotten good air, regained some of his strength, had more stamina. He was willing to use all of it to avoid this hold, too.

As Alicia tried to pull him into the armbar, Dmitri spurred into action and pushed against her incoming leg. Her punched at it. He elbowed it. He tried to twist his captured wrist free. He did everything and anything he could to escape, or at least prolong the suffering.

Before going for the armbar, Alicia had taken a moment to throw a glance down at his legs. One, the one she hadn’t gone for, was moving just fine. The other? Was just limp, like that spaghetti she’d mentioned. There wasn’t a single sign of life, not even a twitch of his toes.

She was doing that again. Not to him, but she was doing that again. If she could make that work in the ring, that’d be a killer.

Of course, giving him the deadest leg of all time didn’t do anything for his arms which is why she was targeting that next but did explain why he was putting up more of a fight than before. It did mean he couldn’t escape but he could still try and knock her legs away as she went to bring them up and over, battering away at it. It wasn’t really doing much but the repeated knocks were annoying if nothing else.

Probably, she could have just fought through his attempts to fend her off. Her arms were entirely fresh and she had two to his one as far as keeping that limb solidly trapped. And, his one arm against her legs? Wasn’t even a contest and probably wouldn’t have been when they started. So, really, all he was doing was delaying the inevitable when he tried to push Alicia’s leg off course. But he kept trying and, well, no.

She’d had enough but she didn’t want to make a big deal of it. So she didn’t.

Alicia simply paused long enough to raise her leg up and bring it down like the blade of an axe on Dmitri’s solar plexus. As far as axe kicks went, it wouldn’t be that powerful. She didn’t have as much of a wind-up as she would have done if she was standing, for one. On the other hand, she was still dropping her heel with all the considerable force her leg could exert right on the most vulnerable spot of his torso. Which, lest he’d forgotten, she’d already pulverised. That should take the wind out of his sails.

If not, she’d do it again. And again. And again, until she could stretch his arm out and get her legs into proper position. By that point, she expected he’d be trying to block the armbar by keeping his hands locked. Well, if he did, that was where the nasty bit of her ideas came in. If not, then she’d just arch her hips up and bring on the pain.

Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.

Not being a total moron - though enough of one to get in this mess, he ruefully noted - Dmitri realized that his strikes against the iron pillars that Alicia called legs weren’t getting him much of anywhere. That was fine. He was long past the point of thinking he could get any sort of advantage over this woman. Sooner or later, he was going to go, but that didn’t mean he had to go quietly.

He wasn’t going to just let her run over him. He was going to fight, as hard as he could, as long as he could. Which, if that deadly, raising leg of hers was any indication, wouldn’t be all that long.

With one leg inactive, the best Dmitri could do for defense was to try and raise his other leg up for defense, curling his body and bringing it up to block her strike. It worked well enough the first time. And the second time. But it was awkward position. He couldn’t hold it for long, and when he had to drop it, her leg found its target once. Once was enough.

His midsection was still very raw, and the kick just ignited the pain all over again. And again. And again. He croaked after every kick, his body jerking along with it, and every bit of sense in him told Dmitri to just let go and give her the arm.

He ignored them. Dmitri ground his teeth down hard, kept his hands locked tight, grasping to the point of white knuckles, fighting this all the way. ”No.” He defiantly growled through his clenched teeth. It was a weak, raspy growl, but a growl all the same. ”Won’t let you…”

Alicia’s first kick ended up hammering into Dmitri’s leg to no noticeable effect. The second likewise so it was only the third kick that hit his belly. Except he kept fighting, which she appreciated. She still kicked him again and kept on doing so until he stopped flailing at her legs.

But he was still refusing to surrender the armbar and – ironically – that was almost why she was still doing this. If he’d gone limp and surrendered, Alicia would probably have knocked him out already after getting bored. But Dmitri kept on fighting which meant she was still interested. Alright, he wasn’t fighting very effectively, but he was doing better than her last date who’d been considerably bigger and – theoretically – considerably stronger.

Also considerably more of a wimp but that was another story.

Dmitri just kept hanging on as if he was going to change anything. Like right now. She could just keep kicking him until he let go. Or she could have gone for a triangle or any number of other armlocks. Alicia’s submission arsenal was heftily weighted towards joint locks, scissors and chokes, meaning she had all sorts of ways to do real damage if she’d wanted to.

He wouldn’t let her?

Some, in Alicia’s position, perhaps would have been offended or angered by Dmitri’s pitiful attempts at defiance. Others might have been amused. Alicia was neither. She just went about methodically demolishing it which was perhaps the best way of showing that, right now, he couldn’t stop her from doing anything she wanted.

Naturally, she recognised that she didn’t have the strength advantage to simply pull his arm out straight for the armbar so she needed to change tactics. First, she shoved her right hand through his bent elbow until the joint was pressed against the inside of her own. Then she brought her right foot up and over, securing it under her left knee so that her calf ran across his forearm as if she was trying to apply a triangle or a figure-four.

And then she tightened her legs, forcing his biceps muscle into his humerus along with her forearm as well as working the elbow joint. Alicia’d picked it up as the short-arm scissors during the short stint of wrestling she’d done at uni, but Dmitri might have been more familiar with it if she’d called it a compression lock.

Or perhaps as a biceps slicer.

Dmitri tried to keep voicing his defiance, but after the fourth - maybe fifth, everything was starting to blur - strike against his midsection, he was too busy groaning to do anything like that. He could only moan, now. She struck, hammered her heel down into him, and out came a fresh noise of unbelievable anguish. Again, she brought the leg down, pulverizing him with the precision of a machine.

The creepiest thing? Alicia’s face. She seemed so calm about it. It was the sort of face she could’ve had doing almost anything in the world - anything except using your body to rip a man in half. He couldn't help but think this was how a fly felt when some sick kid pulled its wings.

Dmitri broke away from her iron gaze with her wincing, watery eyes, looking towards the door, longing for escape. Maybe that was a possibility when he could’ve walked. Now…

His attention was hastily redirected when he felt her moving her arms about his, switching up the hold, and while he’d only known Alicia for less than a day, that was more than enough time for him to recognize how perilously bad that was for his continued health.

By the time he was moving to stop it, she was already done, moving with the practiced precision he’d expected from her history. He didn’t know the hold by name, but he’d watched a few matches and recognized it. Seen the pain it could cause in other, knew what was coming his way.

He wished he’d let Alicia just do the armbar.

Dmitri thought he didn’t have much energy left for thrashing, but somehow, his body kept finding more and more. He flopped around the mat and tried to her her, swing a couple of punches at her face, but the position was too weird, she was out of reach, he wound up hitting nothing but the mat and wasting his time.

With that futile effort done, he did the only thing he could do - Dmitri fell on his back and started to pounding the mat, filling the room with the sound of his hoarse screams. There weren’t any distinct words this time, simply an incomprehensible jumble of English, Japanese, and Russian, this unintelligible slurry of language.