Fool Me... Thrice?

Dmitri wasn’t known for his amazing arm strength - or really anything having to do with his upper body, if he was being completely honest. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of putting on a headlock. Even he wasn’t that green when it came to wrestling.

With Isa, he managed to snap on effective one, and it worked like a charm. Or seemed to, anyway. Granted, she had him with the legs, and that would keep him from doing much as far as offense went, but he was more than happy to be in a stalemate for the time being. Especially when the alternate was getting sawed in half by a pair of killer thighs.

So, for a moment. Dmitri was relieved.

Then the punching started.

Isa was no boxer, but that didn’t mean her blows couldn’t hurt, especially when they were targeting parts of his body that were perpetually sore thanks to Alicia. She was relentless, and there was only so much above he was willing and able to take.

Maybe it was the fifth hit. Maybe the sixth. He lost count. Whichever one it was, it did the job, and Dmitri was forced to let go of the hold and cradle his guts. The best he could do was give Isa a shove with his free hand and hope it would be enough to make some distance between them.

If Dmitri wasn't known for his upper-body strength, neither was Isa. But as was the case with the former, even she was able to do something with it. Especially after some training sessions with Alicia. And while she might have been tempted to take it a bit easier with Dmitri, at least for the start, the blonde knew that A. Alicia was expecting her to be serious and B. Dmitri's headlock started getting really annoying by now.

Thus, the strikes. Besides, it was a good chance to practice the chops with the forearms as well.

Dmitri was able to take some, but then finally, there was a chop that was the straw breaking the camel's back. Finally, the headlock was released and Isa could be free. And honestly, the first thing she did was to push herself a bit further, wanting to gain some distance to let her head rest for a while.

But then there was the shove. It wasn't much, but enough to irritate Isa. And besides, she wanted to get revenge for the headlock.

So, the blonde decided to get up in a seated position. From there, she'd try to get hold of both of Dmitri's arms, pulling them towards her. And then, she could shove them between her thighs for a squeeze. Hopefully that would make Dmitri more reluctant to try headlocks with those arms again.

Dmitri would give Isa credit: she was a stubborn, willful woman. Probably not the most surprising trait, considering who her teacher was.

He’d been hoping that the space between them would give him some respite, that he’d be able to get back to his feet while she was away. Instead, she came back towards him with renewed vigor before he could even think about planting two feet on the floor. For a moment, as she spread those deadly legs open, he thought she was trying to catch him with a headscissors, but that wasn’t the case. She had a much more unorthodox target in mind.

Instead, she snared his arms and put them in the squeeze, a sudden change that forced a confused squawk out of him. Pained grunts came next, however, as the crushing mashed his forearms together and began to cut away on the blood flow. He tried to pull himself free, but he was about as successful as the average fly trying to wriggle its way out of a web. It wasn’t happening, and they both knew it.

Instead, he tried to bring his legs into play, worming around on the mat and turning to the side. If he could, he’d get into position and throw some kicks at her upperbody - he wouldn’t be able to get much power into them like this but his thinking was the same as her punches from her earlier. Just trying to give her some incentive to let go.

So, when it came to scissoring and squeezing, Isa knew very well that headscissors and bodyscissors were the usual suspects. Arm scissors? Not really.

But Alicia had told her to make Dmitri her squeeze toy. To Isa that meant that he should be scissored thoroughly. And arms, why not? It was the perfect revenge for the headlock, and hopefully would lower the chances of Dmitri using his arms in such a way again. Besides, it was a fun sight comparing the size of Dmitri's helpless arms with her own thighs.

So, for a moment Isa could catch some breath. But now it was Dmitri's turn to become stubborn. Soon enough the blonde could feel his kicks reaching her body. And it was rather unpleasant.

For a moment, Isa considered trying to hook his leg with her closer arm. But then again, maybe it was time to move on to more conventional ways of scissoring.

Taking a tight grip of Dmitri's wrists, the blonde decided to move closer to his head. Wanting to make sure his arms wouldn't get free in the process, Isa tried to push them down to the mat while positioning herself sitting right behind Dmitri's head. And from there, she could unleash a good, tight-squeezing headscissor hold.

This was going poorly. Granted, it had been really going poorly from the first moment. He’d started out up the creek without a paddle. Now, though, it seemed like he was reaching the waterfall at the end, and it wasn’t going to be a pretty drop.

In his defense, Isa had done an exceptional job of taking him by surprise. With Alicia, he’d thought he had seen pretty much every way that two legs could be used to hurt a man, but she managed to do something that even took him by surprise. Scissoring arms was unorthodox, but effective. It was unique.

It was also brief. The kicks seemed to give her enough incentive to back off and let go of the hold, which was a good thing. However, that just meant she moved on to a new, more familiar hold: the headscissor. A bad thing.

”No, no, damn-” He tried to fight her off as she maneuvered behind him and held his arms, but she had the leverage and the positioning to make that a failing effort. There was nothing he could do as those legs wrapped around his head, met at the ankles, and…

”Gah!” There was the squeezing. It finally happened, and it was every bit as brutal as he feared. He gritted his teeth as the pressure poured on and started to squirm about, but that worked about as well as it did with Alicia - that was to say, not at all. He was stuck, and without any ropes to grab onto, he had no way of getting out until Isa decided she’d had enough.

Basically, this was Alicia's first test for Isa. Something she had to pass. Something that she had desperately now begun wanting to pass. Getting this stranger guy reduced to her squeeze dummy. Somehow, some way.

And finally. Things had started to go well now. It looked like Dmitri was grounded for good. Even if her opponent was this time a guy instead of a girl, the situation was getting familiar. Once Isa got her thighs and legs locked firmly around them, almost anywhere really, there were few chances for the opponents to escape anymore. And that's exactly what Isa assumed Alicia wanted to see.

Apparently, Dmitri had known what was coming. Or at least he seemed to be aware of the pain of the headscissor hold. For some reason it was quite apparent he had been in those before...

Seeing Dmitri's squirming and hearing his grunts, Isa leaned over a bit to try making an eye contact with him. "Sorry, I'm just following orders..." the blonde told him, trying to sound a bit apologetic, but failing miserably as the blonde's excitement of finally getting the upper hand of him was overriding any feelings of sorry she might have had about her actions.

And no, Isa wasn't about to loosen the hold for a while now. Instead, she wanted to have some fun with him. Just to prove the point to Alicia, really. The blonde tried to take advantage of Dmitri's squirming, and start rolling him slightly over from side to side with the help of her hands, and the power of her scissorhold.

For all Isa’s worries, the blonde hadn’t need much if any coaching. Before she knew it, she had Dmitri on the ground and… Well, Alicia had expected that to have only one outcome.

Things had turned around in a hurry.

But that didn’t mean the redhead wasn’t impressed. While she knew quite well how to scissor an opponent’s legs, Alicia didn’t think she’d ever tried it on someone’s arms – Isa had just given her some nasty ideas, that was for sure.

And she loved the chance to see Dmitri’s thin arms next to the blonde’s awesome thighs.

It was quite a sight.

From there, the blonde seamlessly moved to a headscissors and Alicia nodded approvingly – game, set and match, as far as she was concerned.

It was tempting to tell Isa not to apologise, scold her a bit for her but…

Well, if that was an apology then Alicia was a duck. The blonde’s enthusiasm had all-but drowned any actual sorrow in her tone, not to mention that she certainly wasn’t pulling any punches with her scissors. Watching the way Isa’s thick thighs flexed around Dmitri’s neck, well, that was the sort of hold that ended matches in a real hurry.

That opinion was only reinforced when Isa started to twitch from side to side, forcing Dmitri to roll with her or have his neck twisted brutally. But being rolled wasn’t going to be much fun either, and the redhead cracked a slight smirk as she watched Isa go to work.

”Good start.”

Her grin widened as she met Dmitri’s pained gaze.

”Now keep going. I want to really see what you’ve got.”

Alicia’s grin was truly wicked now.

”Don’t worry. He can take it.”

Did Isa really just give Dmitri the Nuremberg Defence?

He might have laughed at it if he hadn’t been in such pain at the moment. Granted, he could understand the point Isa was getting across - Alicia could be a very persuasive woman, there wasn’t much question there. He knew it better than most. What she wanted, she typically got, and it seemed like she wanted to see Isa wrapping Dmitri up, today. If it hadn’t been Isa doing the job, she likely would’ve gone about it herself. So, maybe, in that regard, he could consider himself lucky. Everything was relative.

It didn’t help that Isa wasn’t sounding quite as apologetic as she likely wanted to. Oh, he was sure that some part of her felt bad about the pressure she was bringing down on Dmitri’s neck, but there was another part, too. A part that wasn’t unlike Alicia. A part that very much enjoyed what was going on between her legs at the moment.

Needless to say, but Dmitri wasn’t that comforted, and it only go worst when she started to rock his head from side to side, worry him about like a terrier with her favorite chew toy. He put up a fight, pulled at her legs and tried to pop his head free, but at this point it was about as effective as the average fly trying to wriggle its way free of a web. It could and would fight all it wanted, but in the end, the spider was going to have its way.

And speaking of predators, Dmitri really did not like that look in Alicia’s eyes. He’d seen similar before, but never from this vantage point. Something about watching her look down on him from above made it so much creepier, like he was being silently judged by a dark goddess on high.

It also a tad alluring. He was happy he’d gone for the baggy pants.

”Don’t suppose…” He kicked his legs in a sudden twist, making a wild effort to get free...one that didn’t turn out any better than the previous one. ”Don’t suppose I get a vote in this?”

Maybe it had come out like a bad excuse, but it was the truth. At least kind of. None of this would have been happening without Alicia's orders. Then again, none of this would have been happening without Isa's willingness to follow them.

And right now Isa was all too willing to ragdoll Dmitri's head from side to side with her scissor hold.

Alicia was smiling, that must have been a good sign, right?

Apparently she was. But apparently she also considered this all a start.

So, the redhead wanted to see all Isa had got? The blonde spent a moment trying to figure out how far exactly Alicia was wanting to take this, how much she exactly wanted to see?

Based on her added remarks about Dmitri, probably quite far. And to be honest, Isa wasn't opposing that. Not just yet, at least. Right now it didn't look like as if Dmitri would suddenly be able to gain the upper hand again, so she could likely continue dominating him in her holds. And right now it wasn't like Dmitri couldn't take them any more. Besides, based on Alicia's wicked grin, the redhead was very happy with what she was seeing.

Dmitri started protesting though.

"Sorry, but I respect authorities..."

Now that even sounded much more like a bad excuse, than even an attempt at genuine apology. But still, even that held some truth in it. For Isa, Alicia was indeed the authority in the room, and her aim was to please. Too bad for Dmitri though.

But realizing well the endless possibilities of protesting her latest statement, Isa decided it was best to prevent Dmitri from making any further comments for now. Her way of achieving that was attempting to set her scissors more from the side around Dmitri's head, mainly to block the guy's mouth with her thick thigh.

Less protests against authorities, you know.

Dmitri laughed.

It was a weird thing to do, considering the position he was in. While it was fair to say that Isa didn’t squeeze quite as hard as Alicia did, it was also fair to say that Alicia didn’t go after his head too much. The Scissor Queen was all about the body scissors, loved wrapping her thighs around Dmitri’s midsection and cutting from there.

The Scissor Princess, however, seemed to have a different target in mind.  Dmitri was introduced to all the joys of having his skull crushed, as she bore down on him with incredible, relentless pressure, pounding into the sides with every quiver of her legs. It was far from pleasant, but the one consolation was that, at least, he could breath well enough. He couldn’t always say that about his time with Alicia, especially when she got in her anaconda mood.

That didn’t stay true for long, however, because it seemed like Isa wasn’t without her own unique ideas.

At first he didn't think much of her legs covering his mouth, just assuming it had to do with her moving around. But then she stayed in position over his mouth. Holding there. Staying there. Smothering him with her thick legs.

He’d been struggling before, but this new twist made her crank it up even more, and he began tow wildly kick and thrash about, searching for any release, trying to make the best of his quickly diminishing oxygen supplies.