Abid vs. Kim Rhee - Forced Attrition

Kim pressed up against a woman and got no reaction. This was a new thing.

Actually, no - she did get a reaction. A negative one. She moved away. Turned her head. Clearly tried to fight it, to ignore what her body was feeling. The simple answer would be that Kim had somehow chanced upon one of the few women in Friction who were straight, but she sensed it was more than that. Was that shame on her face? It had been so long since Kim had seen that emotion, she scarcely recognized it. ”What’s wrong, sweetie? Pick the wrong profession?”

Whatever it was, it was more than a touch frustrating, and she decided to deal with that frustration right away. She hurled Abid off, sent her running with those slender legs of hers, but she wouldn’t be alone in her travels for long.

Kim came dashing after her, only two steps behind, staying in Abid’s shadow the entire time. That put her close, just close so that, when her foe turned around, she was waiting there with another knee, this one meant to strike her right in the stomach and knock all that air out of her lungs.

She could hear it, the boots behind her. But how close? It drove her on, speeding faster towards to ropes so that she might beat Kim there and launch an attack of her own. As she spun to hit the ropes, her eyes widened at the grinning woman bearing down on her. Kim's knee drilled itself into her stomach, a crippling blow that emptied her lungs in an instant. She couldn't scream out or protest, only gasp from the air that had been robbed from her. Her legs buckled as she fell forward, draping an arm around Kim in an attempt to stay upright, clutching to the woman as if her life depended on it. Her body shook as she tried to regain her footing.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to breath, trying to push herself into the other woman in a feeble attempt to topple her. With no air, the force behind her wasn't there. So she clung on best she could. The woman had been all kicks, perhaps a clinch would buy her time she seemed to desperately need. She wheezed burying her head in Kim's shoulder. "You will pay... I swear this to you... Kim." It was hard to take the threats of a woman who had been nothing but more than a punching bag up until this point seriously. Even now, besides the defiance in her voice, nothing she was doing seemed to suggest she had more to give than this.

Yes, Abid was new ot the ring, and it was becoming painfully obvious. One of the first rules: it’s hard to talk smack when you’re the one getting beaten from pillar to post. A harsh lesson to learn.

But Kim was a good teacher, so this wasn’t a problem. And, as Abid pulled her into a tight clinch, no doubt trying to kill her momentum, she prepared for a crippling lesson.

She had a deep, dark chuckle at Abid’s words, loving the attempt of a threat from a woman who hadn’t landed a single blow as of yet. ”Is that right?” She placed a wet, heated kiss on her foe’s neck, making the most of the contact. ”Kind of doubt that. I’m starting to think you’re the kind that likes the abuse.” She pressed hard with her chest, maintaining stability and getting a good feel for Abid’s breasts at the same time. ”Is that what’s going on with Bob? What’s your safe word?”

She didn’t expect an answer, and she didn’t give Abid much of a chance for one, either, before she shot her leg up and struck the woman with a hard knee to the gut. From there, she tried to wrap her arm around Abid’s skull, get her in a headlock, and twist around in a single, fluid motion, trying to put her on the mat with headlock takedown. Wrestling mainstay.

Abid's lids fluttered at the warm wet lips pressing into her neck. How degrading to be handled in such a way as this. To not only feel powerless before an inferior foe but... derive pleasure from it? There was no doubt that this common woman was without shame. To flaunt her body so readily, so eagerly. She couldn't bring herself to despise it though. Why was she doing this to her? Were they not here to fight?

Her mind was filled with conflicting thoughts between her Master and this woman who showed her attentions she mistook as compassion. A normal person would have seen it for what it was, but Abid for so long had only received her sweeter moments at the end of cruel punishments. This woman married the two together in a way she knew, and had come to accept.

"You know nothing of me." She growled as she began to pull herself up, even as Kim pressed herself up against her more forcefully. "Do... do not address Him as such... your insults will be taken from the both of us..." Was she pleading? She knew that actions of Kim's that lead to insults to her Master would fall back upon her.

She had been placed before Kim, it was her duty to defend His name as much as it was to defend His body. The fact she was unable to silence Kim here and now, was something she would no doubt be punished for later. She was certain once Kim belonged to him as well, she would come to rue each word raised in insult to His name.

Abid gasped as Kim drove her knee up into her body, rocking her to the very core. She would have fallen to the canvas under her own power if not for the fact Kim was still pressed so closely to her. She drew in a ragged gasp as Kim hooked an arm around her head, as if to protest. She was whipped to the side, slammed to the mat in a clean and painful flip. She lay against the canvas, crying out in pain as she clutched at Kim's arms, legs kicking behind her.

As fun as this was getting, Kim had to say, it was a little sad, too. Abid was so bad at hiding herself, so poor at keeping her sensations in check, it was almost embarrassing. Kim had come across storybooks that were harder to read.

”Hey, I’d call him by his real name, if he’d just tell me what it is.” She flicked her tongue, a playful response to Abid’s protests. ”Until then? Bob.”

She was sure the submissive woman would’ve loved to say something in protest to that, too, but a knee to the gut likely made that impossible, and she was on the floor before she had a chance after that. Kim came down on top of her, holding the headlock for a full second before she decided to do something about those kicking legs.

”Oh, I know plenty. I know your mind is telling you ‘no’.’She threw her body to the side, laid across the taller woman’s body, and snaked her legs around Abid’s fine pair, intertwining them with a grapevine hold. With that in, she gave the move a good thrust, slapping their sexes together as she pressed the hold. ”But your body…”

Abid's eyes twitched as she tried to lift her head, only allowed so much room within the hold. Her arm reached out towards the ropes which had been so close until she had been flipped to the other side of Kim, now they rested well beyond reach. She hadn't been given much time to react, as Kim threw herself down across her body. She still hadn't been able to muster enough air to fight her, at Kim's mercy.

Certainly there were worse places to do as she was stretched out beneath the more veteran wrestler. As the woman above her bumped there bodies together she shuddered. She twisted and squirms, trying to muster the energy to escape but found little without the breathing behind it. What would He do to her if she fell under this woman's spell? She did not know, this was entirely new to her.

"Release me..." It was a request, not a demand. It seemed a good deal of her fight was already gone. Did it matter, as they were? She wasn't able to be permitted. The hold wasn't so much a submission either. Could she not just enjoy this, for a moment? Her body eased down into the mat to focus instead on her breathing. She squirmed, but it didn't seem to be about her freedom now so much as it was brushing herself along the woman above.

The One True King tilted his head slightly, a thoughtful smirk upon His handsome visage. He held His glass out as it was filled once more. This had been an interesting show for Him, to see His servant laid bare of her true colors when left to her own devices. It was not at all surprising, the girl had always been downtrodden. Still, there was a spirit within that shell of a woman. He knew because He was the had been the one to plant it there. A seed in youth that took root within her and grown to encompass the whole of her essence.

It would come as no surprise to anyone to learn he found great joy in her struggles and relished in her failures. It was only in service to Him that she had purpose after all. Alone she was nothing. He smirked into his glass as he took a long sip. Tonight had become far more amusing than he could have hoped for. A splendid display of things to come. After all, Kim had given him what he came here seeking. Two souls intertwined within the ring, fighting over Him. He had already won within His eyes. Now there was just the matter of Abid. He knew well enough the girl could not be broken by any hand but His. Though he wished to see Kim try.

The crowd was loving this, at least. While she hadn’t gone into this looking for a squash, that was what Kim was rather quickly turning it into, and the Friction crowd was never not a fan of that. The audience made catcalls, whistled, and some of the ones near Bob even had the nerve to throw a few taunts his way, loving as Kim took the wind out of his sails and manhandled his champion. Whatever impression he’d been going for when this started, she was willing to guess this was not even close.

Abid was uncomfortable before, but when Kim reverted into a grapevine, that was taken to a new level. Her comments about the mind and body being at odds were more spot on than she’d guessed, more than just lines from an R. Kelly song. Whatever Abid was, she was not straight, of that much she was certain.

Time to play.

She reached up and grabbed Abid’s arms, getting a tight hold before she pinned them above her head, keeping her supine. The height difference made it a little trick, but Kim was able to inch down enough to put them face to face, so close their noses briefly bumped while their breasts bumped and mashed together. ”Let’s make a deal. You and me.” She blew a puff of hot breath into Abid’s mouth, wanting to force her taste in there. ”I’ll let you go, right now, if you give me a kiss. One kiss. A real kiss. Not a peck. Tongue, a good five seconds.” She smacked her lips and puckered up, much to the audience’s delight. ”Sound good?”

Abid's arms came up with feeble resistance, stretched far out to allow her little room to maneuver. She stared up at Kim with lidded eyes, breathing softly. She had only just begun to catch her breath, though it seemed that allowing the other woman free reign while she did so wasn't working out well for her. She did try move more, strength renewed to break free, but having given herself over to the hold up until this point saw her make no progress. Her body shook slightly with each deep grind pressed down upon her as if the sensual touch of this woman was causing her physical harm. The prospect of a deal from the woman caught her ear, she seemed to be listening.

Abid winced as she inhaled all of the breath Kim blew down upon her. She turned her head slightly, trying to make sure it couldn't happen again. Her eyes still stay on her though. She felt small under Kim's gaze, the hungry look she gave her. The terms were simple... alluring.


She could be forgiven for that if it saw her released, surely. Once free she could put this woman in her place.


Abid slowly turned her head back to the woman. She seemed to be considering the offer. What would it be like in those few short seconds?


She opened her mouth to speak, her bottom lip quivered. She had hated this woman earlier, the way in which she spoke and presented herself. Open and free, loud and conceited. But she wanted this... She wanted this so badly. What had changed?


She wasn't in a position to refuse... but what would be the worst thing Kim could do to her if she did? This was agony already, but of a different sort to which she was accustomed. This was nothing compared to what her Master would do if he disapproved of this.


"No..." She sounded so pained even as it left her lips. "No." She repeated a bit more forcefully. her back arched as she thrashed beneath Kim, trying to shake something, anything free, regardless of how hopeless it seemed. "NO!"

It was fascinating, really, in a way that the audience just could not appreciate. Laying there, Kim got to watch as Abid struggled with her conflict in real time, clearly not knowing which way to go, which emotions to trust, totally conflicted all the way through.

The crowd couldn’t see the way her eyes darted about, the subtle puckering of her lips, the quivering. They couldn’t feel the rising heat in her body, the shaking, the staccato rhythm of her heart. Kim was privileged to experience that, her only private pleasure as Abid stewed their deal. For a moment, it seemed like she would take it. One kiss. One moment, then freedom. A perfect deal.

And she blew it.

Kim canted her head to the side, not sure what she was looking at, as her perfectly reasonable offer was rejected. She shook her head, frankly not sure how to respond to what she was seeing. ”Wow,” She whistled. ”You are a piece of work. But okay. If you won’t take pleasure…”

With a sudden burst of movement, she whipped around, releasing the grapevine. She released one of Abid’s arms but kept the other one held tight, as she whipped around to her side and pulled it between her thighs. One leg went over her foe’s face, while the other went across her chest, and just like that, her scissored armbar was locked in.

She’d tried to play nice, and Abid wasn’t going for it. Now she’d get a real submission hold.

Even after the deal had been dismissed she was both proud of having resisted Kim's siren call to her, but sadden by what might have been. Was Kim disappointed to, or had it all been a ruse to sew doubt into her mind? She grunted as Kim twisted, converting the grapevine into an armbar. There was a brief moment where she had managed to almost free herself, sitting up, about to pull free, when Kim's leg hooked her throat and slammed her back to the mat.

She choked back the pain as her arm was wrenched back and twisted, pounding her palm to the mat. Her heels dug in  to the mat. She started to pull herself in the direction of her legs, circling back towards the ropes. She was acutely aware of their location from the previous hold.

She would and could retaliate with out ropes. her hand felt along Kim's leg, running down along the length of her boots. Finally she found Kim's leg, her hand almost at the full extent she could reach. It was a mixed blessing Kim applied the hold so tightly. The pain she could inflict was unquestionable, but the snug way she had locked it in would work to Abid's advantage.

Her fingers slipped along the inside of Kim's thigh searching blindly as she roamed along her skin. What may have been misconstrued as the woman pawing for mercy or maybe even getting frisky had ulterior motives. She was finding a spot to hold firm, her thumb curling as tight as it could be.

Suddenly she drove her thumb down into the inside of Kim's thigh, burying it as deep as it could go, fingers clenching around her supple thigh to squeeze it in that much more. The small knuckle striking in just the right spot to attack the woman's nerves directly, giving the sensation as if she were stabbing the woman with a knife rather than a finger. She ground her knuckle in, twisting as roughly as she could, making Kim's life a waking nightmare if she wished to continue to hold her down.