Fool Me Twice

Dmitri couldn’t be sure how much of Alicia’s apology was earnest. Unlike the last time they met, it seemed like she’d come off a lot warmer, more friendly and personable than their first ‘date’. So it might’ve been genuine. No way of knowing.

But it hardly mattered, anyway. Even if a snake could feel bad about squeezing prey between its coils, so what? It would still do what it had to do.

Alicia’s thighs came crushing down, but that wasn’t the worst part - it was the most painful, distressing part, but not the worst of it. That came when she clamped down on his legs and erased any chance he had of salvation, killing his one way of escape. Stuck in the spider’s web now, all he could do was struggle and squirm as she sucked the life out of him

He flopped back with his arms wide, falling into a growing pool of his own sweat. Eyes fluttering, breath slowing down, energy waning, he waited for the end to come.

The end might not be here, but it was definitely near.

Even facing away, that much was clear to Alicia. Right now, Dmitri was at the end of his tether.

She’d got him now.

It hadn’t really occurred to Alicia that she was in the final moments of their session but it was increasingly clear to her that she was. Dmitri’s struggles were faltering, fading, his swipes at her legs drained of the force he’d possessed at the start and then stopping when she’d trapped his own legs. She was actually wringing him out, the big redhead realised with no little delight despite her distaste for the stuff, Dmitri seemingly sweating his strength out of him along with his… sweat. Metaphors hadn’t ever been her strong point.

She couldn’t knock him out this way, no, but that was just going to be the formality afterwards. After a little while, she let his legs go. No point in holding on, not when he wasn’t going anywhere. And then she kept on squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until he was all but a limp ragdoll in her grip.

Then? Then Alicia would let him go and move to straddle him in a manner of speaking. Her weight casually resting on him. Her lush body pressed against his from hips to neck. Her legs slipping inside his in preparation for a grapevine but not drawing taut.

”Was it good for you?” She husked the words in his ear languidly, almost sated now.

Almost, but not quite.

It was strange how this didn’t get quite as monotonous to Dmitri as he expected it to.

Granted, he had no idea how an outside observer might’ve perceived it. Maybe it looked quite boring to watch him laying there, getting squeezed and crushed, helplessly caught in Alicia’s clutches. Struggling had ceased, and now it was just a matter of how long it took for her to get bored with it and move on to the next hold.

It happened a bit longer than he expected it to, though he managed to hold on by some miracle. Struggling had ceased, and now there was little he could do but flop and jerk when she pulsed her thigh, automatic reactions to the crushing pressure. Even if he couldn’t thought of a way out of this - and he couldn’t - he wouldn’t have had the energy for it whatever he needed to do.

Dmitri was completely under Alicia’s power. Maybe he had been since the first moment they met.

When she finally let him, he let his head fall back and tried to resume normal breathing. He was almost so absorbed in the moment that he didn’t notice Alicia straddling him, but he wised up to it soon enough. Some things were just impossible for him ignore, and a musclebound, full-figured redhead resting on top of his body was one of them.

Dmitri just hoped Alicia wouldn’t mind the rather natural reaction his body would have to this sort of thing, the same reaction any fully functional heterosexual male would have to be straddled by a voluptuous woman. Then again, if she did mind, she probably wouldn’t have done it in the first place. So.

”It…” Dmitri tensed under her, then relaxed and whispered back into her ear, his hushed voice going far in the empty arena. ”Yes. Yes, it was.” No sense in lying about it, to himself or her. If he didn’t enjoy this, he wouldn’t be here. ”Yourself?”

”Mmm-hmm,” There was still that lazy edge to Alicia’s voice, shifting her weight over him as she made herself comfortable. It saw her legs rubbing against Dmitri’s separated only by the thin fabric of his martial arts gear, a display as much of dominance as sensuality given the bulk of the redhead’s imposing lower body.

If she noticed the way he’d reacted, she said nothing about it – though she must have known. There was no way she couldn’t have, given the way her movements casually ground her wide, powerful hips against his leaner set as she moved.

But she said nothing, made no reaction. Left it to Dmitri’s imagination what she knew or didn’t know.

For now, she just enjoyed the feeling of him defeated underneath her.

After a moment, Alicia’s legs began to stretch Dmitri’s out. He’d proven himself pretty flexible in their last encounter but so was she and the redhead found herself curious as to just where his limits were. Basically, she could do the splits and she wanted to know if he could too. At the same time, planting her hands on either side of his head, she arched up so that she could look him firmly in the eye as she began to work the grapevine. She wanted to see how he reacted.

It also let her get a little leverage into the hold, which was a nice little bonus (for her, not for Dmitri). And, with her full heavy chest hanging over him like the sword of Damocles in the low-cut leotard, it might well have given him an inkling of how she meant to end this match. She was pretty sure he’d remember.

Dmitri was, understandably, a bit worried that Alicia might be offended by his entirely natural reaction to having a voluptuous woman in a leotard writhing on top of him. The two of them seemed to be on good times, establishing a friendly - if unorthodox - relationship, but he knew that could change in a heartbeat. A painful heartbeat.

But that was, simultaneously, one of the worst and best things about Alicia. She didn’t strike him as the type to mince words and hold back. If she were really insulted, she would make sure he knew it, at least for the brief period of time that he was still conscious.

So that wasn’t worrying. There’d be pain, but not as bad as it could be. Not nearly as bad.

Instead, he was subjected to a stretching, as Alicia spread him out with her grapevine, controlling his legs with her far more powerful set. Luckily for him, flexibility was a must in Tae Kwon Do, and he’d been working on his for almost two decades, now. This wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, and he showed that with a few groans and grunts, but by and large he was handling it better than anything else she’d put him through. It wasn't about to make him scream or leave him as a withered, unconscious drooling mess.

Speaking of which, he was getting the oddest deja vu as he saw her chest dangling above him. The scenario was a little different from last time - she’d been wearing a shirt, for one thing, and he’d been all but a ragdoll at the time - but all the same, he had a good inkling of where this was going. The look in her eyes, the mood, the way this was winding down…

Dmitri looked between her chest and her face, twice, then sighed and closed his eyes. He dropped his head on the floor, knowing that resistance was truly futile at this point, and started taking in deep gulps of air. Might as well be ready, this time.

Last time they’d tussled, Alicia had found just how flexible Dmitri’s upper body was and the precise limits of that – and how her Lotus Lock shattered those limits. This time, she was more curious about his legs and how they measured up. In terms of pure power, her massive thighs easily dominated his and Alicia was plenty flexible in her own right, able to perform a full splits when sufficiently warmed up. But Dmitri was tolerating the stretch very well in his own right and, if she’d been looking to earn that scream with this hold, she was pretty sure she’d have been disappointed.

But that wasn’t what she was after and, at the end of the day, she was really just setting up to end this session. Which she proceeded to do.

Perhaps Dmitri was expecting her to lower herself sensually down onto him, make for a teasing little show as she went to tie things up. Not Alicia’s style. She just dropped herself down on him, fast and hard – like the rest of her style. No hanging around, no remorse, straight down to press his head into the ample cleavage bared by her leotard. One arm slid behind his neck, the redhead bracing it with the other to make sure Dmitri was as tight into the smother as she could possibly get him.

At the same time, she pushed harder into the grapevine, looking to take him as close to the limits of that flexibility as she could. Could she break him? No, not this way, not that she wanted to break him. No, she wanted to do this all over again. Both this, in the sense of the sparring session as a whole, and this in the more specific sense of smothering him out.

Hence why she pulled him in as close as she could, pressing his nose and mouth into her flesh and drowning him under her weight and her body.

Dmitri’s timing couldn’t have been more perfect. He’d just finished taking a deep breath, when Alicia - never the type to waste a moment - pulled his head deep into her folds, returning him to a familiar place. A warm place, with no light, no air, and little sound, save for the steady pulse of her beating heart. Unlike last time, her weight pressed down on his face, making the smother all the more effective. He couldn’t turn his head, couldn’t escape, could do little more than moan and groan into her chest, hollow vibrations throughout her body.

Last time, he’d been at a loss to explain why he found the smother so strangely comforting. Now, though, he understood better. It was almost as if she engulfing him with her body. It was all at once a terrifying and intimate experience.

His legs put up some resistance to her grapevine, reflexively fighting back, but their rebellion was quickly quashed, as her legs continued their inexorable spread. She was testing his limits and doing an excellent job, as he neared a total split along with her. It hurt, but not too much, just enough to get a quick yelp out of him...or whatever passed for that sound outside of her breasts.

As he began to fade in the heated prison, though, he couldn’t help but wonder: why? Alicia clearly liked squeezing with her legs most of all. The breast smother seemed like an odd way for her to end things, both then and now. Not that he wanted her to squeeze him into unconsciousness, but it was a nagging thought.

Oh, well. He’d just have to remember to ask her after he woke up. Whenever that was.

As he felt his body begin to fade, Dmitri tried one, final, feeble attempt at freedom, as he cranked his neck back and tried to see if he could get slip his head out through the top and steal a quick breath. Not likely, but worth a shot.

As far as she was concerned, this was over and done. Now she was, for lack of a better term, putting her toys away. That was one reason why she’d chosen this move. It let her relax as well as being…

Well.

Call it a reward for good behaviour, perhaps.

At least, until the good behaviour stopped.

Dmitri tried to squirm up; Alicia’s grip just tightened and she pressed down harder, ground down harder. She wasn’t about to let him go, not now.

”Naughty boy,” She muttered to herself, resting her chin on his head, ”Well, if you want to do this the hard way…”

With that, she yanked her legs free of the grapevine and – in one motion – rolled them both over so she was on her back and snapped her legs up and around his ribs.

Her ankles laced together, she pulled his head tighter into the darkness of her cleavage and Alicia started to squeeze his belly. If he was going to be awkward about this, she’d squeeze all the air right out of him. Dmitri’d wake up with sore ribs but that was his fault for being a stubborn idiot.

And yes, she could have smothered him out without that. But her smother technique wasn’t as expert as her scissors and, if he was going to be a nuisance about it, she was going back to what she knew. It might have been futile, it might have been feeble but it was the principle of the thing. They weren’t doing this for his benefit at the end of the day. And Alicia was pretty sure she could find some other dummies to work out her frustrations on if he was silly enough to take exception.

If Dmitri was being 100% honest, he would admit that he didn’t think that his little ruse was too likely to work. Even if he’d managed to get free  of her all-encompassing cleavage, it would be the simplest thing for her to reassert her hold. He wasn’t escaping. He wasn’t making some comeback. They were long past that point, if they’d ever been there in the first place.

It was more of a playful little attempt, a last, fading, token act of defiance. He didn’t think she’d mind.

He was wrong.

Dmitri’s surprised croak filtered out through Alicia’s chest as she brought him over and made the whole experience considerably more painful. That wasn’t the last sound he made, either.

There was the pained yell, of course, as she powered down on his poor ribs, which had just started the recovery process.

There was the long, mournful groan, as he realized that this one was sort of his fault, and he didn’t have anyone to blame but himself. If you kick a snake, you only have yourself to blame when it bites.

Finally, there was a soft sigh of acceptance, coming to terms with his fate. He relaxed as much as you could relax while being cut in half, and let her do her thing without any resistance, letting her drag him off to dreamland.

Fading.

Fading.

Fading...

As was entirely predictable, the bodyscissors dragged a whole new wave of noises out of Dmitri. Not that they were easy to hear, with the muffling effect of her chest pressed over his mouth and nose. But Alicia was still aware of them, both as noise and as vibrations rumbling through her flesh. Not really the details, beyond recognising that the first was the loudest and the two after were progressively quieter. Not really surprising, given he’d be running out of air down there.

She wasn’t even squeezing that hard by her standards. But still, with the way his ribs had to be feeling, clearly it was more than hard enough.

Dmitri groaned. Moaned. Possibly screamed. But then he seemed to relax and, if she hadn’t felt his breathing still, Alicia might have thought he’d gone out. But no, he was just accepting the inevitable.

Hmph. Boring. Fortunately for Dmitri, they were basically done. Or he’d seriously have regretted that one. He didn’t get to decide when this was over; Alicia did that.

As it happened though, it didn’t matter. It was all over however she sliced it. Easing the vice around his ribs a little, the big redhead hugged him close and waited patiently for the familiar feeling when he went limp for real.

It shouldn’t take too much longer and, as predicted, it didn’t. Between his inability to breathe in new air and her legs compressing his lungs, forcing out the little he’d had left, Dmitri didn’t have long before he went limp for real.

With a satisfied grin, like the cat who’d eaten the canary, Alicia rolled him off her body with a disdainful little shove of one foot. Slowly, she pulled herself up to crouch over him, peering down at him just to make absolutely sure he wasn’t faking.

And, assuming he wasn’t, they were done.

For the moment…