Stripping Stars

She knew it. Of course he liked it.

He had moaned. He had complained. He had twisted and turned, shrieked and squeaked. If she had asked, he would have never admitted it.

But for Giulia, it was a familiar tendency. Men were bound to end up enjoying getting manhandled by her. Granted, in some cases they enjoyed it far less than Giulia enjoyed punishing them, but still. A strong and curvy body of a woman, such as hers, was going to have an effect. Sooner or later.

For the Italian, it was all an enjoyment. His efforts were no match for her power. And that was something turning her on.

Now it was time to tease Prayuth for feeling the same.

Having confirmed her suspicions, the Italian then slowly started pulling her prisoner's pants down. Really slowly, but surely. Eventually, Prayuth's hardened manhood became exposed, and that was enough for Giulia. The girl then got up, and pressed her right boot dead centered on top of her prisoner's cock.

Stroking her whip again, the Italian had a devilish look on her face while she was looking down at her helpless prisoner.

"So, have you already picked your safeword? You might soon be needing it...."

Giulia was getting happier by the moment. As Prayuth was quickly learning, her happiness typically equalled pain for him.

He looked down, then up, then down, then up again, not liking that gleam in her eye one bit. If he could speak, he’d ask her to stop looking at him that way. He tell her that the male organ in question could get that reaction from all sorts of things, and that it wasn’t necessarily a  sign of him liking him. He’d also make sure she knew how incredibly creepy she was coming off at the moment.

But there was tape on his mouth. So he just groaned and glared at him. Right up until the point where she pulled his pants down.

He shivered as his manhood slid free, exposed to the fresh air, bringing goosebumps all over her skin. Up came her foot, pressing onto his most sensitive part - more than distressing enough by itself, and he didn’t like the look of that whip again, either.

Prayuth tried to glare at her again, but that turned into a groan as she pressed down on him, grinding him into the mattress. He tried not to look too panicked and probably failed, instinctively inching away from her as best as he could with the current position.

Giulia was indeed happy. She loved the control. She enjoyed it when Prayuth was unable to offer any resistance. Whether that was in a ring or in a bed, that didn't matter. Each one of his glares, each one of his groans signalled helplessness. Total submission under the power of Giulia.

Little mental games were also favored in this kind of situations by the Italian. Hurt them when they least expected it, and make them expect it when they're going to be spared instead. For the moment, of course.

Giulia's latest words had been part of exactly such a scheme. Seeing Prayuth's whole body taken over by fear was fun indeed, even though she wasn't up to anything particularly bad for now.

Obviously, that was by her standards. She could well guess that the Thai prisoner would have strongly disagreed. He probably hated all of this. Well, at least for the parts not covered by Giulia's boot at the moment.

After a mischievous smile, the Italian crouched down. Instead of a lash, she had something else in mind for her whip. Pressing it tightly on Prayuth's throat, Giulia was playing with his airflow. First tightening the whip, then giving him some leverage, before leaning over to whispering in his ear again.

"Hey Pray, let's play a game... First to cum is a loser!"

Then, she tightened the whip around his throat again, and started slowly rubbing her boot against his manhood.

Prayuth had some problems with this game.

It involved restricting his air supply, which he certainly was not down with in any shape or form. He was on the bed, trying to keep  what was left of his composure, when he saw that look in her eye. That look. Though he’d only known her for a short time, he’d already come to recognize a gaze that meant trouble for him. She was getting ideas. Ideas were never a good thing with this woman.

While it was better than getting whipped, that was by a slim margin. Breathing was enough with his mouth closed off, but it became a legit fight as she closed on his windpipe with the whip. His neck thickened and strained, swelling to it maximum as he struggled to resist

To make matters worse, there was the whole ‘autoerotic asphyxiation’ thing. While Prayuth didn’t know the particular, he was seeing it in action as she continued to press down. He was getting harder. Stiffer. All that movement was starting to have a certain unwanted effect, and he couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

Not voluntarily, at any rate. His body was on its way to passing out, though, which would solve the problem rather quickly. His eyes were already starting to roll back, his vision going dim...

Yes, this was a game Giulia knew she would win. Obviously, Prayuth had absolutely no means of offering any resistance at all. But the Italian loved to play. And honestly, she was sure that somewhere in the back of his mind her Thai victim would enjoy it too. Just not too much.

Too bad for Prayuth if her assessment was wrong.

Based on how stiff he was, this little game had started off well. The Italian was applying decent pressure on his manhood, and sooner or later it would have to signal submission.

But suddenly, Giulia noticed that the guy seemed to be already on the verge of losing consciousness. That wasn't her goal. Well, not yet. Apparently the combination of duct tape and whip was more effective than she had imagined, so the Italian released the strangling hold of the whip.

"Ooh, don't fall asleep you weak boy! I want you to be awake to witness your defeat!" Her tone was like one of an annoying big sister bullying her little brother. "If the whip is too much for you, let me caress you with my legs then!"

In this case, caressing meant squeezing them around Prayuth's head again. But not too much, just a little. Slight pain to contrast with the pleasure. And as the Italian turned her body on top of his, the latter was then taken care of by her hands targeting Pray's manhood.

So what did Giulia ultimately want to achieve? While keeping the modestly squeezing headscissor hold, the Italian held back no tricks with trying to get her Thai prisoner to cum as fast as possible. Alternating between stroking, jerking, licking, pecking and sucking his manhood, she was determined to get him soon coming on his belly.

Maybe it was just the lack of oxygen, but Prayuth had some odd thoughts running through his head at the moment. The weirdest of them all was the way he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful Giulia really was. It could’ve just been because she was an exotic beauty - not too many Italians running around in Thailand, after all. But she had the most gorgeous, shimmering hair, the bright eyes, the cutest face, the puffiest lips...even the short thing wasn’t that bad, really. Kind of made her evil, psychotic smile cuter, and helped him forget the pain in his aching balls.

For a moment, anyway. Then she pressed down hard and the pain came back, worse than ever.

His world was fading, the stars were growing, and he was beginning to regret all the life choices that had led him to the simultaneously arousing and distressing place….

Before he could have the sweet solace of sleep, Giulia eased up on the noose, and air came rushing back into his lungs.  In, out, in, out, in, out, taking in as much as he could as fast as he could. He started to glare her way, doing his best to let his expression show his feelings on the whole ordeal, but he barely had any time before those legs came into play. They wrapped around his head, encased it in unforgiving, relentless curves, and that was hardly the worst of it.

He’d been close to the edge already, so there was little he could do to keep the inevitable from happening. He tried to resist, tried to think of anything but sex, but that was a difficult to do when he had a bare butt in his face and his skull was being crushed.

Prayuth came, bursting out in a single, long spurt, followed by several tremors, spilling out on his stomach and the best and anything that got too close to the source.

Giulia had now only one goal. She wanted to get her helpless prisoner to come. She had already defeated Prayuth physically in the match, but she also wanted to defeat him sexually in bed. Whether or not that was a universally understood concept, the Italian didn't care. She enjoyed her own games.

Goals can often be hard to achieve, but this time Giulia achieved her own remarkably fast. She knew she had high talent in reaching the goal in question, but it was still a surprise for her how fast it actually materialized.

Such a surprise that Giulia couldn't actually spare her outfit from the sudden spurt.

But no, that was not a disappointment. It was a good omen. A sign that the Thai guy was very much into her, or at least into her body, and that was good news for later.

But now, as Prayuth's tremors were slowly ceasing, it was time to end this little game. Repositioning herself, the Italian was showing her twisted smile to Prayuth again, and started reapplying pressure on his throat with the whip.

"Oh, poor Pray, looks like you lost.....again! But don't worry... I hope you'll see some sweet dreams!"

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With Prayuth out on the bed again, Giulia had the opportunity to prepare herself for phase two or her plan. Finally she could get rid of her wrestling attire. Not that there was nothing wrong with it - it really was just time to have a lighter outfit on for a change.

Black lacy thong, similar-themed bra and fishnet stay-ups reaching just above the knee felt like a nice idea.

Having changed her outfit, the Italian headed back towards the bed. Briefly wiping Prayuth's stomach with paper, she then gently turned him around. Unlocking the pair of handcuffs, she set them aside to the bedside table again before turning the Thai guy yet again to a supine position.

The Italian would then position herself back to the bed, sitting with her back against a wall bordering it, with her legs open towards him.

But only after she would forcefully rip the duct tape off his mouth. That should wake him up again.

"Hi there... How were your dreams?"

This time there was a certain seductive hint in her tone.

Prayuth wasn’t even sure he wanted to wake up, really. He was currently in that weird place between consciousness and sleep, where he was just awake enough to be aware of the world around him and process thoughts, but not aware enough to take in the environment.  That was where he intended to stay, too, as he tried to make heads of tails of what had just happened to him.

Those thighs. Goddamn, those killer thighs of Giulia’s. It didn’t even seem possible for someone that size to be generating that kind of power with her legs, but she could pull it off with ridiculous ease. It was a miracle he hadn’t gone out quicker - or not, considering how she seemed to like playing with her food.

On that note, why were his hands uncuffed? Not that he was complaining, but it seemed like an odd choice on Giulia’s part. He knew that she wasn’t done hurting him, that they’d just be moving on to Phase 2. Which meant that she was likely wanting his hands free to do something. Something like…

Before he could properly mull over the possibilities, he was awoken in Giulia’s own unique way. Yes, he wanted the tape off, but not quite that damn fast.

”Yeow!” He yelped like a scalded dog, rolling back and forth on the bed. ”Geez, could’ve given me a bit more warning before-”

He found himself cut short when he spun around and got a good, long look at the woman before him. True, Prayuth had never thought Giulia was unpleasant to look at, but there was something to be said for how well she fit in that lingerie. It left him jaw-dropped for a moment, before he remembered where he was and how he got there and how he wanted to feel about this whole thing.

”Confusing and emasculating.” He answered her question as best he could, giving her a feel for the torrent of emotion in his head at the moment. ”How long was I…?”

"Well, that definitely woke him up."

Giulia watched Prayuth rolling back and forth for a moment. Then he stopped, and a familiar tone of complaints ensued. For a moment, Giulia had the feeling that she might regret letting him speak again. Her worries were soon given remedy though, as the Thai guy was obviously stunned by the change in her outfit.

What a pleasant silence.

The Italian was the one breaking it though. But her goals seemed to had been reached already. Prayuth had quit his complaining, and replaced it with curiosity.

"Oh, I don't know. You've been out since I carried you down here from the ring."

Obviously, Giulia knew Prayuth would realize that was a lie. But it was entertaining to confuse him.

"I figured you were having some sweet dreams and didn't want to bother you. It's not wise to irritate strong fighters, am I right?"

At this point, the Italian was sure the guy's expression would be well worth seeing after that statement. Taking a glance at it, the tiny powerhouse then turned her head away from him, laxing her stance as if she'd be all tired and defenceless in front of him.

"Oh, Pray... Your powers left me so exhausted... I gave my all to resist it... But here I am, all yours..." she stated in an markedly submissive and desperate tone, while keeping her head turned to the side, facing away from him.

It was going to be soooo interesting to see how he will react to this one.

Prayuth wasn’t stupid - or, at least, he wasn’t this stupid. He’d be the first to admit he wasn’t the smartest in the world, sure. He lacked the book smarts, and he clearly wasn’t as slick with the ladies as he’d hoped. But he would have to be especially dense not to see the trap, here. It couldn’t have been more obvious of Giulia was wearing nothing more than a large sign that read “TRAP” in red letters. Which she still would’ve looked sexy in.

He was, understandably, confused by Giulia’s act - and that was what it was, an act. A tempting one, he’d give her that, but you didn’t have to be a good actor to recognize a bad one.

His first thought was to call her on her bullshit. His second thought was much more interesting.

For a moment, he waited there, pondering his next move as he scanned her body up and down. Maybe he was going about this all wrong. Maybe the best way to look at this was as a challenge - the match with Giulia and him had never really stopped. She was still trying to get the better of him. Predictable moves wouldn’t work, so he needed something she might not see coming…
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”All mine?” He reached and ran his hands over her thigh, feeling it up and down and around the sides and even behind, touching it and stroking it and caressing it. He leaned forward and started planting soft kisses along her olive skin, working his way higher with each peck. ”What could I do with you...hm. I could tell you, or I could just show. Which is better.”