Stripping Stars

So, had their roles been reversed, what would have Prayuth done? That just might have been the most honest question Giulia had presented her Thai prisoner so far. It was something she was curious to know, and she honestly had absolutely no idea of the answer. Of course, she could have thrown around some guesses, but nothing concrete.

What he answered was somewhat of a surprise. Sure, she could have guessed he wanted to have some fun with her. But taking her out for a dinner? A movie?

Prayuth seemed to be understanding the meaning of the word "prisoner" a whole lot differently than the Italian.

Giulia didn't really know how to react. On the other hand, his plans were sweet. Maybe for the first time he seemed actually nice. And even if his plans made him sound like just an average guy trying to get laid, she couldn't deny being slightly impressed by them. Provided he was telling the truth, of course.

But on the other hand, his plans sounded also terribly boring. Giulia's idea of what should be happening after a POW match was obviously extremely far from what Prayuth would have been expecting.

She could feel that right now there was something he was expecting though.

But Giulia didn't let that disturb her. Good thing he was getting ready. But right now, even the Italian herself was confused over her mood concerning her prisoner.

"Oh, what did I think you would have done? Nothing, really... See, I just knew it all along that there was no way you could have ended up winning..." giving him the honest answer, but in a friendly tone with a teasing twist. "But I... I have to say that I'm surprised of your plans. Impressive..."

But those were all the compliments she was going to give him. Instead, the Italian squeezed her legs a bit tighter around his waist, and subtly moved her hand to his throat suddenly pressing her fingers roughly on his carotid arteries, and closing in on him with her lips just inches away from his own.

"But thank God you didn't win... Cause it's gonna be even more fun to show you what it actually means to be a prisoner..." The Italian added this time almost whispering, while looking intensely into his eyes.

In Prayuth’s defense, he wasn’t too familiar with the POW matches. Oh, he knew some basic things about them - the way they worked, how they typically went, the rules involved, and he’d had to sign some non-disclosure stuff that made it official before the match. But he wasn’t sure what the standard procedure was after one. He hadn’t been able to find any footage of the after-match shenanigans that went on, so he was totally in the dark on that front. Granted, he’d only bothered looking for all of about three minutes on his phone, but even so.

Besides, as his assistant had pointed out, no man had ever actually won one of these matches. He’d hoped to be the first. So much for hopes.

So he didn’t have much of a benchmark to go. Somehow, though, he got the distinct feeling that Giulia had a very good idea of how this was going to go, and that she’d been looking forward to this for a long time. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve been flattered or creeped out by that.

”Hey, what can I say?” He shrugged when she told him about her surprise, probably figuring that he’d say something that bordered on a cheap porno. ”I’m a gentle...gentleman…”

Prayuth normally didn’t have trouble speaking in front of women - even when they were possibly crazy women sitting his lap - but even he was having some trouble with his usual skills as Giulia started to clamp down, powering away at his sides when her thunderous thighs. If that wasn’t enough, she started squeezing his neck, too, straight up choking him, and all he could do was ineffectively twist in her grasp.

”Gah...stop…” He made a hoarse, wheezing noise. ”Can’t...breath…”

A gentleman?

Giulia couldn't help sneering at that. Sure, for some of the recent parts of the minute he had actually been a bit nicer, behaving somewhat like, what he would apparently call, a gentleman. For Giulia, he had merely started to behave a little like an obedient prisoner. Which was just exactly what she was expecting him to do at this point. How he should have been acting. That didn't suddenly make him a gentleman. That ship had sailed already in the former stages of their match.

But did it really matter? Considering himself to be a gentleman or not, Giulia was going to convict him, punish him, and play with him in any case.

And right now, she wanted to make him afraid. He was still all too easy about his position. He was probably still under the impression that Giulia's idea of having fun with him was reasonably close to his own ideas of having fun.

Pressing his carotid arteries was likely to help with that. Giulia looked deep into his eyes like a huntress killing its prey as the Thai guy was making his useless pleas of mercy. Still keeping her hold for a moment, the Italian took the chance to whisper into his ear once again. "You should be thankful that I'm not a vampiresca..."

But then, the Italian suddenly released her hold leaving him gasping for air for now. She got quickly up, and slowly turned around towards her bedside cabinet, making sure Prayuth would be getting a good look at her behind in the process. After spending a brief moment grabbing something from the cabinet, she then headed those few steps back towards him with a grand leather whip in her hands.

Stopping a foot in front of him, the Italian gave her prisoner a distinctly condescending and evaluating look, before issuing him the first order.

"Up!"

It was funny how being unable to breath took away your sense. In the back of Prayuth’s head, he could reasonably figure that he didn’t have anything to seriously fear, here. He wouldn’t go so far as to call Giulia sane, but her would go so far as to call her a killer, either. She was having her fun with him. Toying. Teasing. Testing.

His body felt differently, though, and started to struggle like his life depended on it, though that wouldn’t amount to much at the moment. Giulia’s hold on him was too strong, as if she had pure iron underneath that supple skin. He could twist all he liked, but it was an inexorable hold, and it was only getting tighter with each passing second.

He gurgled, gritted his teeth, tried his best to make the most of what little air he was getting, and shuddered as her voice tickled his ear. Whatever else he could say about Giulia, he couldn’t deny how unbelievably sexy her accent was, even if it was saying something of the craziest things. Vampiresca, indeed.

But just like that, it was over, and he was left to writhe on the floor, taking the much needed opportunity to refill his lungs. It was a brief respite, though, and he could tell that she was far from done hurting him. The whip she brought out was a good indicator of that.

”Gimme a second, just….” It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, standing up without his arms while his midsection felt like it had nearly been cut in half, but he somehow pulled off the minor miracle and stood all the way up. Even though he was taller than Giulia by more than a few inches, he wouldn’t lie - he felt smaller in this instant.

”What-” There was too much fear in his voice, he fixed that quick before he spoke again. ”What now?”

How did Giulia interpret the essence of Prayuth? A famous movie star. A handsome idol. An (over-)confident fighter. A macho. Fear wasn't part of that picture.

So, fear was something Giulia wanted to get into him. If she could do that, she would have complete power over him. She had just reached the same with getting some humility into him, but to make him fear was probably going to be trickier.

It wasn't. It wasn't easy to see, but the Italian could sense it was there. There was the slight shuddering, and the slight false tone in his voice. And all she had done was taking the whip out.

Obviously, Giulia had done a lot more already. But that was what she liked to think for the moment. It would make whipping him all the more fun.

Giulia had patiently watched as Prayuth had struggled his way up. She was well aware of the difficulty of that with his hands still cuffed behind his back, and wasn't going to rush him. Besides, it had been satisfying to watch.

"Well, you know, in Italia, we have this tradition. Matches have consequences. The winner gets a reward, and the loser gets a punishment..." Obviously, that statement had zero percent truth in it. But her voice sounded like she was dead serious. Before her last addition that was, which was then said with an overly delighted tone. "So, that's what's now!"

Wasting no time, the Italian immediately gave three lashes with her whip to Prayuth's belly. Then, two to his thighs. Then, she paused.

She wasn't done yet, but it didn't hurt giving Prayuth a chance of getting his hopes up with that.

There was an uneasy air in the room, one that had been there since Prayuth had woken up and didn’t seem to be dissipating anytime soon. Prayuth thought he was good at reading people, especially women, but for some reason he just could not get a handle on this one.

Was Giulia flirting with him? It seemed so a second ago.

Did she hate him? There was definitely some hate in the ring.

She was a hard woman to get a handle on, and he was just starting to really ponder it when she decided to skip the pretenses, drawing back her whip, bringing it forward, and... ”Hey, wait, whoa-”

The whip sliced across the air and caught him straight on her chest, tearing into his pecs and drawing a howl out of him as he hopped away. Another one came after that, and by the time the third hit home, he was scrambling on the bed - which, sadly, made his legs easy targets. She knew how to handle the whip, Prayuth would give her that. Where she’d picked up that experience from, he didn’t dare guess. Not out loud where she could hear it, anyway.

”Shit, shit!” He flopped about on the bed, hissing at the stinging bites to his thighs. ”Wait, wait!” He squirmed around on the bed, not even sure which side of his body he should expose. It was hard to see, but he knew they were leaving hot red welts wherever they struck, an she was just getting warmed up. ”Shouldn’t there be, like, a safeword or something?”

Sylvester Stallone.

Now he was a real movie star. He was a macho. And Giulia had to admit he was handsome as well. Obviously, the Italian roots helped. And had he been there standing in front of her, Giulia was sure he would have stood still. Gritting his teeth, he would have taken the whiplashes. He would have endured.

And Giulia would have had one hell of a time beating him up all the way into praying for mercy.

Prayuth Sakda?

Apparently, a movie star as well. Kinda handsome, yes. Far from Sylvester, but in his own way, at least somewhat... And obviously a counterfeit macho. He didn't endure the whiplashes at all. He didn't stand still for a second. He was bent from lash one, and in no time the Thai was squirming and moaning on the bed.

And Giulia felt like his babysitter. Well, to be fair, a really mean one though.

Not that she could have really expected anything else. Prayuth hadn't displayed any signs of being capable of taking punishment, and all his cursing actually just irritated Giulia.

And a safeword? That made Giulia chuckle. Sure, had they been playing, just having a little fun, why not. Too bad that the Italian's plans for her Thai prisoner were of a direr magnitude.

"Oh yeah, that's true, I guess you're right!" Giulia replied Prayuth's question in an obviously fake tone. Placing the whip right next to Prayuth's body for a moment, the Italian then returned to her bedside table. And this time she headed back to her prisoner with the duct tape.

Turning him around on his belly, Giulia then sat astride his upper back. Tearing up a nice chunk of the duct tape, the Italian placed it covering firmly Prayuth's mouth. Then she leaned forward to whisper into Prayuth's ear again. "Pick whatever safeword you like... Tell me when you've made your choice!"

Obviously, there was no chance of that now. And to add insult to injury, Giulia then quickly wrapped her legs around her Thai prisoner's head for a hard, torturing squeeze.

Prayuth was used to taking pain, really and truly. He did his own stunts, following in the Jackie Chan tradition, and it had cost him more than one stay in the local hospital. There that time he fell off the peir and hit his head on the way down, the road rash he got from a motorcycle stunt that went wrong, and that nasty little incident where some pyrotechnics went off a wee bit too early and burned up his back. Some of the scars from that one were still visible on his back, if Giulia stared hard enough.

So he was used to pain. Broken bones, that he could deal with. What Giulia was doing, though, was a bit outside the norm.

He had no idea where she learned how to whip like that, and he honestly didn’t want to know. She was good with it, though - accurate and fast and fierce, tearing into his skin and leaving red marks all over, stinging him no matter which way he twisted and turned.

When it came to an end after his request, Pray allowed himself a breath of relief - a shortlived one, when he heard her evil chuckle and saw her moving over to the dresser. He guessed that nothing good was going to come out of the dresser, and as it turned out, he was 100% right.

”Duct tape?” His eyes shot wide as Giulia moved his way. ”What are you - hey, hey, wait-”

In a moment she was all over him, and he wasn’t terribly convinced that having his arms free would’ve changed much of what happened. He was on his chest, then she was on his back, then her legs were clamping down on his skull like an iron vise. He struggled, of course he struggled, but it got him about as far as your average fly in your average web. No hope and no escape as she brought the tape over his mouth, and…

”Mmmmm!” His moans of protest came out as she clamped down hard on his skull, pressing down with crippling power that left his head aching.

At least he wasn’t being whipped anymore, though. Small consolation.

"Hey, wait, what, shit!"

Those were the words Giulia had mostly been hearing from Prayuth's mouth all along now. And coincidentally, those were words the Italian didn't want to hear any longer. That meant Prayuth had lost his freedom of speech. Having him as a prisoner was going to be much more fun now without his ability of expressing his opinion. Guaranteed by the duct tape.

And what would have his safeword been? Most probably "wait".

Well, right now Giulia was waiting. She was waiting for the pressure of her legs around his skull to dull his moans. Dull his protests. Make him succumb to their strength.

Giulia was kinky enough for that kind of thing to turn her on.

Once she'd be satisfied with the results of her squeeze, Prayuth would catch a break. For a few seconds, that was. Just enough for Giulia to ease the pressure and get back up again, and grab the whip from the bed again. Stroking it for a moment before doing anything, she then unleashed a second round of lashes. Targets were his upper back, his arms cuffed behind it, his behind and his legs.

Maybe that was enough for now. But one thing Giulia was actually curious about was that how did Prayuth like the situation. Was he actually all that suffering? Was he sincerely just hating it all?

If he had the ability to speak, Giulia would have known the answer for that. She didn't want his verbal statement. Instead, the Italian turned her prisoner around, and settled down sitting astride his thighs. With a mischievous smile, she then tightened the fabric of Prayuth's outfit in order to try finding out his manhood's statement on the subject.

Prayuth’s head felt like it was a walnut. A walnut in the middle being crushed in a vice, cracking and creaking and breaking at the sides as incredible pressure clamped down. It was amazing, really - he had strong, powerful legs, too, but not like this. Not so large. Not so hard. Not so powerful. His were built for speedy strikes and dancing around the ring. Hers were built for pure destruction.

She squeezed. He moaned. She squeezed harder. He moaned louder. On it went, with the pounding pressure mashing against his face. After a minute that felt more like an hour, he started to lose his energy, his muffled shrieks turning into muffled squeaks as the deadly thighs drained him.

Fortunately, he wasn’t in them for much longer, though it probably had less to do with mercy and more to do with Giulia just getting bored. He figured that out when she went back to her old favorite: the whip.

He was more prepared for them now, so he didn’t jerk about quite as much as last time. Even so, there was much thrashing around as the lash bite away at his flesh, leaving red marks all over. He’d twist one way, covering his back, and get a blow on his chest. He’d pulled his legs in to protect his thigh, and get a sharp hit across his butt for the troubles. She was thorough, precise, quick - a painful combination.

It came to an end - a temporary one, surely - but only because Giulia had found something else to interest her. She pulled at his pants, and at first he didn’t understand exactly why, but it all became clear when he noticed the tentpole that had sprung up. Prayuth had been distracted, so much so that he hadn’t paid much mind to exactly how excited he was getting. But Giulia was paying it a lot of mind at the moment, and that probably wouldn’t end up being a good thing.