Making an Impression

Lyla's lips popped off out Thorns breast as the two were separated, leaving her panting softly and wanting. There wasn't really a challenge to making the pink haired girl climax now, not after both women had been absolutely devouring her. All it would take with a bit more contact and a few good strokes of a finger or tongue really. She was beyond caring or fighting and on to accepting her fate. The sudden offer of a game however was intriguing, but Rose's terms didn't offer much for her past right now.

"Sweeten the de- shit" she shuddered hard as Thorn worked down her body, biting her lip hard to try and keep her focus. "Give me something if I can hold out." She swallowed hard, bringing her head backwards to bounce against the padded turnbuckle to push her feeling aside as Thorn worked off her panties. As it stood now, she had no real reason to fight, not with how she felt. Any release would be great… but if she could win something else from this little proposition she would at least try.

Lyla squealed as the Aussie traced her tongue up along her exposed sex, even the faintest of touches was making her body quake. There was no mistaking how much she want it or how ready she had been to burst. She was finding it difficult to negotiate from being pinned into a corner and helplessly aroused… go figure. "So how about it… a real prize for lasting? Give me a time to beat if you're so good."

Normally, Rose would punish impertinence from her slaves and subjects - while it was true that the submissives held the real power in these scenarios, it was hard to maintain the illusion if she was acquiescing to every whim and demand. Control was an important factor, being firm and focused, and she knew how to milk it.

But Lyla made a good point. Her game, while enjoyable, was lacking proper incentive. A challenge needed a reward, something to balance against the orgasm that this spicy minx was on the verge of. A reason to hold back. But what could she offer?

Ah.

Rose had been pondering for a scant second, chewing her lip as Thorn’s tongue continued its devilish work, when the idea hit her like a thunderbolt. ”How about this?” She rested her head on Lyla’s slender shoulder and whispered, just loud enough for Thorn to hear as well over the crowd’s din. ”I own a bondage club, the Den of Sin, in uptown Kyoto. Quite a hotspot, Thorn and I have our night’s full...but if you can hold out for three minutes, you can come anytime you want. Free of charge. You and Ellie both.”

That was a sweet enough deal on its lone, she felt, but she had a quick thought to add on. A personal touch. ”Also, you can challenge us to a rematch, anytime you like. A private one, with rules that we choose...but a rematch.” Her tone was dark and lewd, as her mind swarmed with ideas.

"Yes, yes starting right now!" Lyla hadn't even waited for Rose to finish before agreeing. Something, anything was better than coming away with nothing… not that these ladies were intending to leave her high and dry. In truth she didn't even hear all of what was offered, choosing to jump at the first thing to start the clock. Every moment spent in deliberation would give Thorn even more chances to pop her open like a bottle of champagne.

Lyla steeled herself, throwing her head back hard into the turnbuckle again, where it stayed, eyes closed shut hard. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, distracting pain to keep focus. That was the intention anyway. She had never really tried something like this before… generally she wanted to get to that lovely finale as soon as possible and chase another one if she was lucky.

Rose had to bite her lip hard to keep a full laugh from coming out when Lyla accepted the offer - she tended to snort when she thought something was truly funny, and the last thing she needed was for the illusion to be ruined when they’d done such a good job building it up. She kept her position and caressed that lovely face, peppering her with light kisses. She could’ve done more, much more, but she decided to hold back for the moment. Thorn looked quite ready to do the lion’s share.

Thorn gave Lyla’s pussy a deep plunging, going deep with her tongue and rooting about, coating her tongue in the juices...and stopped. Her tongue came out and her fingers replaced it, continuing the stimulating work, dipping in and out and in to make sure that her little pet wasn’t given a second to cool down.

Her tongue came all the way up, slid along her chest, up her collar, traced a thin line along her neck, and only stopped when their mouths met.

”Open.” In case her meaning wasn’t clear, Thorn brought her hand up and pried Lyla’s mouth open, keeping it gaped with her thumb and forefinger. Her tongue slid its way in and met its counterpart, running along each other, giving Lyla a perfect, undiluted taste of herself.

Lyla clenched her eyes shut, biting down so hard on her lower lip she could almost imagine it bursting. She needed something, anything to hold on to, figuratively to keep from losing herself in the throes of passion. She would have agreed to any deal in great haste, just to get a jump start on the conditions… but two minutes? How in the hell was she going to manage that?

"Gah-hah… hah!" Her body shuddered, thrashing about in the corner like a fly caught in the spider's web. She tried to close her legs, to untangle her arms. She needed to get free, to defend herself… but each explorative plunge of Thorns slithering tongue inside her, every bump and stroke were crippling, shutting her down almost instantaneously to have each attempt replaced with an outcry or moan.

It was almost a relief when those lips had retreated, even with them being replaced by rough fingers pumping their way inside her. They lacked the texture and precision of the Aussie's tongue, but they did their job well with keeping her thoroughly complaint almost to the point of begging.

Her body twisted in place, trying to why away from Thorn's roaming tongue as it clocked miles up her body, leaving the two women face to face. She had been panting uncontrollably, lips already parted for the taking when the Aussie had made her demand… and Lyla promptly closed them, as tight as she could, muffling her struggled cries.

She elusively moved her head from side to side, stalling for time best she could until Thorn had captured her face. Defiance in the face of the larger woman was met with physical dominance as her mouth was forced open and made to take on the other woman's lips and tongue. She let out a choking cry at first before succumbing to the other woman's whims, weakly wrestling with the Aussie's tongue inside her mouth as she tasted the difference between the last time they missed like this.

Lyla was turned on to an unbelievable degree, but Thorn was quickly matching her. It wasn’t just the domination that was turning her on - that was everyday. But this resistance was the cherry on top that she needed. That struggle, that fire, having to push her way into Lyla’s mouth and claim her. It was real domination, the kind she couldn’t get from most men or women, and she found herself wanting more. So, so much more.

The closed lips brought a wicked, wild grin to Thorn’s lips, a tigress with her waiting prey. She didn’t dive in immediately, no - he tongue shot out, probed about the entrance, slid this way and that. Knocking on the door, seeing if anyone was home before she battered her way in. She opened her mouth, moved in, and closed it again, letting her teeth scratch away at the skin. Nibbling at the lip, hear and there

She turned her head this way, but Thorn was there to meet her with a lick at the ear.

She turned her head that way, but Thorn merely placed kisses up and down her exposed neck.

There was an answer for everything, and when the time came for her demand, she plunged in and spread her tongue along Lyla’s making sure she could get a full taste of herself, all along her tastebuds. It was a steamy moment, but Rose could see one way to make it better. ”I want a taste, too.”

That was the sole warning she gave before she moved in and kissed Lyla as well, not even waiting for Thorn to move back. Both their lips met along Lyla’s mouth, and both tongue’s dove inside, slithering their way in and vying for space. Sucking, slurping, slipping, their saliva mixed between them. Pushing at each other, batting the other away, pressing down and pushing up, filling their opponent - no, their victim’s mouth with writhing pink flesh.

And all the while, Thorn pushed her way forward while Rose reached through the ropes and massaged Lyla’s backside, pushing them together into a writhing mass of undulating flesh.

On even footing, it wasn't even debatable. Either of these woman could overpower her, no questions asked. Tangled up in the ropes, sandwiched between them now she was in a hopeless struggle. Oh how she tried to fight, thrashing, shoving blindly, but it was ultimately fruitless. It seemed to only encourage her captors more which didn't serve her purposes in the least.

"Bi-" Not even able to get a word in edgewise before being descended upon by both women like ravenous animals, pushing her against the turnbuckles, pulling her back, taking whatever they wanted from her. She had never really experienced something quite like this before. Exciting as it was frustrating to be powerlessly domination by these two beautiful women. Not just that, they were practically fighting over her like two predators picking at the bones.

God was this sexy. She wanted to let go, feel the release her body longer for so… damn… bad.

But is she just… held out. She could have this again. Any time she wanted. It was worth the torture.

She couldn't fight them off. That much was clear… so what could she do? They were going to just got with her, she knew it, and just when victory was in her grasp they would try to seal the deal. She had to do something, had to distract them somehow… Lyla turned her head, entire body twisting as she struggled to pull away from their suffocating tongues, red faced and panting.

"If we go outside, you can both have me… none of this ropes shit... the announcer table." Where Ellie was. If she could rouse her partner, maybe she could help her. Not physically of course. The girl had been eliminated and would likely hold to it… but if Ellie witnessed all this writhing half naked women rolling around, her reaction would be priceless. Could her captors resist trying to rope her in as well? She had to try. Just a few minutes, that was all she needed.

Rose would have to give Lyla credit - privately, of course, if she deigned to say it out loud at all. She was showing a remarkable level of fortitude, here, and if the positions were switched, she wasn’t sure that she could exercise the same restraint. It was especially remarkable considering that, even with the short time they’d known each other, she could tell that she wasn’t a woman who was accustomed to holding back her release.

But nonetheless, she made an admirable showing, even as she and Thorn fought a war for territory within her mouth. Just being on the business end was enough to make Rose shiver - yes, she was no stranger to Thorn’s taste, and yes, they’d shared lovers in the past. But not like this. Not in public. Not with anyone quite like Lyla.

As resilient as she was, she was only human, and Rose could feel her body begin to show all the telltale signs - an orgasm was coming, and there was only so much she could do to fight her body’s nature. Smart as she was, though, she found a way to use that talented tongue and ‘save’ herself.

Rose paused from her affections when Lyla turned away and spoke, while Thorn continued, kissing her cheek, licking at her, tempting Lyla to bring their lips back together. Her suggestion was a good one, however, even if it was rather obvious ploy - she wasn’t wrong. On the table, vertical, it would be so much hotter. And then there was Ellie…

Sold.

”Agreed. We’ll move.” She licked her lips and pulled back, only to lean forward right away and bring her mouth to Lyla’s ear. ”But it’s going to cost you.”

It was a hot, husky warning, but not an idle one, and she’d leave it at that for now, winking as she hopped off the apron and made her way to the announcer’s table, getting it ready to hold four people, making sure it was completely clear and sturdy. After all, these tables weren’t the most stable pieces of furniture in the best of times, and the last thing she wanted to do was have it collapse under their combined weight. That would ruin the moment.

Thorn, meanwhile, was tasked with the challenge of getting Lyla out of the ring without breaking contact, not wanting to let her cool down, even for a second. She overcame it in her own, novel way - reaching up, she rammed the smaller woman’s face into her bare breasts and clutched her tight, smothering her between her sweaty, swelling tits. She fell to her back with Lyla clutched against her and rolled to the side, sliding under the ropes and dragging her ‘victim’ along for the ride.

Lyla didn't dare willingly give her lips back over to Thorn, needing to be free to talk her way out of the situation in case her suggestion hadn't been enticing enough. In some ways though she found it far more torturous to play keep away. The larger woman's tongue paining her neck with hot wet saliva and harshly satisfying kisses hiring themselves against her tingling body. It was so bad that even Rose's hot sultry whisper, hand in hand with Thorns oppressive affection almost made her break. She let out a frustrated moan instead, shoving ineffectively at the Aussie to get some needed space.

Ellie lay where she had been placed on the announcers table having not yet come to. She looked at piece despite her disheveled hair and glistening sweat slicked skin. She breathed in small soft breathes that came from slumber, perhaps handled so gently by Rose that the uncomfortable surface proved not to be nearly enough to wake the sleeping beauty.

"I can get there my...self, nnngh!" Lyla placed her hands over Thorns breasts, pushing in her palms to try and hold back the pull of the other woman, leaning away with a hearty struggle that she would ultimately be unable to maintain. She tried so hard to wedge a knee up between them, thrashing a bit from side to side before Thorn would overpower her and have her way. Lyla's fight died off after her capture had been all but assured, panting breathlessly into the Aussie's cleavage. She pawed weakly at the woman's side as they fell and rolled together, remaining at the other woman's mercy.

As Rose went about her work, she couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the sleeping beauty. There was something so lovable and serene about this woman, laying there, untouched. Yes, she was sexy - Rose had to concede, even she couldn’t wear a leotard that way - but it was more than that. This cute, sweet look. That hard. Those eyes. This body. It was like she was designed to be held and cuddled, petted and adored. And she was friends with a woman like Lyla? There was a story, there. One she hoped she could learn more about.

Interesting thoughts. Fun thoughts. But they would have to wait - Thorn was coming her way with the prize.

Thorn marched over with Lyla still trapped in her breasts, riding out her little struggles like a cavewoman taking home her hapless victim. With the desk cleared, Rose moved out of the way and let her partner proceed.

”Special delivery.” She pulled Lyla free of her bare breasts, only to grab the woman by her shoulders and force her down on to the table. ”Top or bottom?

That brought a moment of confusion from Rose, until she tapped her chin and realization set in. Her meaning was obvious, as was the answer. ”Bottom.”

That was all the discussion they needed before they got to work. Rose moved in first, lifting up Lyla’s body and sliding in behind her, pulling the smaller woman on top of her. Bare breasts pancaked against her back, her legs came up to grapevine around her slender thighs, and her arms wrapped around the Irishwoman’s neck - not a tight hold, not enough to really choke, but enough to keep her in place and punish any resistance, while keeping those arms free. Free to do whatever she liked.

Thorn, however, took a more active role. With Lyla secure, she mounted the table and stood over their ‘unwilling’ victim, a foot on either side of hip. She arched her back and moaned, her proud breasts jutting out, milking the moment before she reached down and brought her fingers to her tights, gripping the side of her garment. Thorn promptly slid it out, bringing the bottom down her leg and revealing her own pussy - wet, hot, wanting, magnetized with only one target.

Thorn kicked it off to the side and dropped down, laying across the prone Lyla. Her lips found Lyla’s and claimed them for her own, her breasts spilled over the smaller pair and dominated them - all smothering and smoldering, but not new. But their pussies met for the first time with nothing to separate them, and every contact made Thorn drive them together harder. Slapping against each other, sliding along them, grinding them together so tight that a finger wouldn’t be able to slide between them.

Lyla’s body was being devoured in flesh, so covered that it was almost difficult to make out her slim body between the two undulating bodies.