Blast from the Past 4: Berries and Bird Food

As promised, Anja did not resist in any way when Runa moved her around. She had not expected a complex pin like this, so she had a rather surprised look on her face when she was pressed face first into the foam.

But that rapidly turned into an impressed impression, although Runa could probably not see that in her position.
"Oh, sweet. A reverse Lotus Lock. I dig that for a token pin. Not what I had expected."
The Blonde was quite pleased with the cover. The Lotus Lock was a winner in sensual wrestling and hard to break out while easy to apply. The reverse version was weaker and more easy to break out, but better in a long run if you managed to hold on for the flow of blood to the head.

Strange enough, she usually could not stand to be overpowered and helpless without access to at least token resistance. Giving some friendly help while within such a position made it much more easy and endurable. She even managed to spread her arms away when Runa started to please her again, giving out a long drawn moan.

Reverse Lotus Lock, Runa echoed the girl's words in her mind. Quite a fancy name. The short haired girl didn't really familiarize herself with thing's like names, apart from the basic stuffs she was taught such as joint locks or sleeper. She was merely using Raven's position as well as hers to make a quick judgment on how she would go on the offense. That's what she's been trained for, and it seemed to work, even if Raven didn't resist at this time. Now wrestling seemed to be even more interesting that it already was for her.

"Should I let you go, or are you fine like this?" Runa would ask in the middle of her licking before she start picking her pace and added a few thrusts into the blonde's pussy.

Even without the pressure, she thought that it's an uncomfortable position for Raven, and she wouldn't mind releasing the girl, unless the blonde wanted to cum like this. Meanwhile, her hands would start to massage her captor's soft buttcheeks gently.

"Move me...at your leisure. Just take...uuhhh...care I don't swallow my tongue in case I pass out."
Anja had no qualms about going all out and showing her emotions in a sensual match, easily caught by the thrill of it while her bottom was moving under the tongue of Runa.
"Even sensual wrestling is not like porn, Runa-chaann...Fans are smarks. They see when you fake a move...aahh...but they can't see if you put pressure or not. So if you want to stay bottom, I would advise you in using moves like this."

Runa blushed a bit more as she listened to Raven's words, as well as the girl's moaning. Compared to her, the blonde seemed to be able to express herself more openly. No need to be envious, she reminded herself. Raven didn't seem like a person who only had seen rainbows and sunshines. Was she curious? A little, perhaps. However, as the saying goes, "curiosity kills the cat". The short haired girl decided to just focus on the task at hand.

She would drive her tongue further, all the way inside Raven's womanhood as she tried to get the girl into her orgasm. The sooner the better, so Runa could release the blonde from the hold afterwards. The short haired girl would lick the inside walls of her captor's sex thoroughly, circling her tongue before thrusting it and lapped some more. It's as if she was eating Raven's pussy in a frenzy.

Anja had indeed not only seen rainbows, and usually was a loner, brooding and reclusive. But with this kind of encounters, she felt better and more talkative. Maybe she was like a gangster and liked to return to the crime scene for thrills and gloats. Maybe she had never learned anything else without guiding parents, or maybe the Mistress of Masks had succeeded and turned her into a maniac.

As the pacing increased, the Blonde felt her strength rapidly decreasing so that Runa had to look for balance with them. Her hands were returning to the body of Runa to get a grab at her breasts, but as her hands were backwards in this position, it was more of a caress than a grab, and her breathing increased along with a series of drawn, short and loud moans and huffs.
"...Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."
a long drawn, aggressive sounding moan signaled that she was close to climaxing for everyone that knew her. And probably for anyone with ears too.

Runa let out a soft muffled moan as she felt her breasts touched lightly by the blonde. She continued what she's been doing while trying to keep the girl stable until she heard that long drawn moan from Raven. It didn't take a genius to figure out what's going to happen from this point, and Runa would keep going with her tongue until she felt the first spurt of her captor's juice before pulling her head away. She would hold Raven's body as the girl was climaxing while trying to keep her own face from being sprayed by her captor's juices.

Once the blonde was done, the short haired girl would carefully lifted her legs from the girl's neck and spread them wide so she could pull Raven's body towards her own. Runa would let her captor's back rest against her breasts and the girl's head at her shoulder while holding Raven's own shoulders lightly to keep her from falling to the side.

Tension left her briefly when she finally gave in to her climax, fully collapsing on Runa with closed eyes, heavily panting. After some resting time, she realized that her prisoner moved her again and put her beside her, acting as a human pillow. Runa had not been trained but rather domesticated as it seemed! Must have been like Christmas and Eastern on one day for her former *owner* to find and train her.

"..."
Her first attempt at speaking failed. She did not try to be as fast on track again as Runa had done, not even her paranoia was build enough to suspect a fool play right now. She opened her eyes to enjoy the silent neighborhood of the glacier and the volcano.
"All you have to do is...find a promoter."
Anja had been lucky with women since her release from her stable. First Inoue, now Runa. Yes, she may have been poor, forced to work at unpleasant places or sometimes crashing in places most would not subject their dog to, but still, live had been considerably improving from her golden cage.

"A promoter..." Runa repeated her captor's words. "I see."

She would start massaging Raven's shoulders gently with her hands, her blushes slowly fading away. This was a familiar scene to her. She used to massage her lady like this after they're done with their "training". The short haired girl would do this silently, not really knowing what else to say, until something struck her mind.

"Why...?" she would suddenly blurt that out. "Why... did you shelter a complete stranger, and even giving her some advices like this?"

Her emotionless expression returned as she asked that. She wanted to know the blonde's motive, if there's any. There might not be one at all, but she couldn't help asking. The first thing she noticed after leaving her organization was that a lot of people was only being nice to others if it would benefit themselves. Her caretakers, even her lady, could have been easily grouped to those kind of people.

A shoulder massage? Anja was baffled how complete of a servant Runa was. She simply took it as payment for her sheltering and let out a deep sigh, relaxing under the experienced hands of the girl.
"I bet you're a Ronin, Runa-chan. I've rarely encountered such a complete and devoted servant like you are, and the only ones with swords were old school Yakuza mob soldiers or people from a Samurai bloodline. Impressive. I despised being a servant nearly as much as I despise being a master, and hated and feared my mistress and her cutthroats all the time."
One of the business partners of the Mistress of Masks had indeed been a Samurai, or rather had come from an influential Samurai bloodline. Did not prevent him from being a total scumbag however.

"Why? You are hot and I was bored."
Anja was laughing silently, thinking about the face Runa could probably be making if she hadn't been trained to be made of ice.
"I'm not sure. Maybe I saw you sitting there and felt a connection. Maybe I know how it is to be homeless and hungry. Probably cause I want hospitality too when I need it. I tend to think that it was your feed your last cracker to the Ravens, marking you as a nice person. I love Ravens and Crows."
She didn't know for sure, but really tended to the last.

Ronin. In her current state right now, Raven was totally correct with her statement about Runa. She didn't know whether her real parents came from Samurai bloodline. According to the file she received from her lady a month after her departure from Japan, her mother was a Japanese, but there was no further mention about her upbringing. Didn't matter much. She thought that with the way her trainers train her, one would eventually become a good servant. Or maybe she was really a natural like her lady once told her.

As Raven mentioned that she was hot, Runa twitched a bit, bringing her massage to a halt. A pair of small, red tints appeared on her cheeks and the short haired girl shook her head a bit.

"You were bored," she would say to confirm the blonde's words.

Perhaps there were only little reasons for Raven to do what she did after all. However, the mention about her feeding her last cracker to the ravens brought a faint smile appeared on Runa's face. She would crawl towards her backpack, opening one of the zippers at the front to take out a small bag with two more crackers inside of it. The short haired girl turned to look at Raven as she placed the bag on the floor, wondering if the girl got what she's trying to say. She didn't accept the blonde's invitation because she got nothing to eat. Before Raven would say or do anything, however, the short haired girl unwrapped the sword that lied next to her bag before pulling it out of the sheath and pointed it at the girl's throat.

"In that case, I have another question," she said coldly, closing her red eye. "If you were to die right now, would you be satisfied with your life so far?"

It was a test, and Runa was kind of curious to see her captor's reaction at this sudden turn of event.