The Club Ch. 05

Kara pinched Michelle's clit between two fingers and Michelle cried out in pain and pleasure. "Vat vas that?" Kara teased in her thick Eastern European accent. "Vat did you call me?"

Michelle whimpered. She had no choice but to give Kara what she wanted. "Please, Mistress Kara," she emphasized. "Fuck me."

Kara complied, fingering Michelle's pussy with an intensity that she never would have believed possible of the woman before. She is not going to beat me, goddamnit, was the last thought to pass through her mind before the orgasm tore through her. For several timeless moments, there was nothing in her world but pleasure.

When she opened her eyes, she found Kara's hand hovering inches before her face. She raised her head to suck but Kara pulled her fingers away. She took her forefinger into her own mouth and then lowered herself until Michelle could reach her ring finger. Michelle sucked the sweet-tasting cum off of Kara's fourth finger. They sucked her middle finger clean together, their tongues battling to draw it into their own mouth. Shortly, the finger was forgotten and they were kissing deeply and passionately.

Then the fingers were back inside of her and Michelle groaned into the kiss. She fought to regain her senses while she could. She had failed to improve her position after cumming. Kara still had complete control of her body, had brought her to a powerful orgasm, and, worst of all, was still wearing her absurd leopard-print underwear. Michelle realized to her dismay that she was being dominated. Allowing herself to cum had not helped in the slightest. This time she would resist, she decided.

Kara, meanwhile, had begun to rub Michelle's swollen pink clit with her thumb as she alternated slipping two different fingers in and out of Michelle's wet twat. Michelle shuddered and closed her eyes, concentrating on ignoring the waves of pleasure emanating through her body. On and on it went. Kara's unrelenting fingers drew Michelle closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, despite her best efforts to fight it down. Any time she attempted to escape, Kara held her down more firmly and increased the intensity proportionately.

"I am thinkink that today you lose," Kara teased. "I am thinkink you cannot handle this for much longer."

Kara lowered her mouth to Michelle's breasts and began to suck and bite at her hard nipples. Even with Kara's weight off of her, Michelle was unable to escape. All she could do was resist. Resist the pleasure of Kara's fingers sliding in and out of her twat. Resist the pleasure of Kara's thumb rubbing against her most sensitive spot. Resist Kara's hot, wet tongue on her breasts.

With a long, loud cry, Michelle came again, harder than before, her body thrashing beneath the attention of Kara's expert manipulation.

At the height of her climax, Michelle made her move. Contrary to every instinct in her body which wanted only to writhe and moan and prolong the orgasm for every possible moment, she fought to raise herself up and roll over on top of the larger woman. For a long, desperate moment, they teetered on the brink of balance. With a grunt, Kara forced Michelle down onto her back. Michelle attempted to roll away from her, but Kara threw her leg over Michelle's body and straddled her, forcing her to lie flat on her back.

Kara crossed her arms beneath her breasts and looked sternly down at Michelle, who struggled feebly beneath the weight of the larger woman. "That vas very, very naughty," Kara scolded her. "You vill be punished." Kara began to scoot up Michelle's torso, until her thighs bumped against Michelle's breasts. "Such large teats on such a small girl," Kara laughed. "Mine are bigger. And prettier." She cupped them through her bra. "Too bad you vill not see them tonight."

Pinning Michelle's arms over her head, she slid her body over Michelle's breasts and knelt above Michelle's face. She placed her knees on Michelle's small biceps, eliciting a whimper of discomfort. "Your pussy tastes very good," Kara observed in carefully pronounced English. I hope you enjoy mine." She pulled the fabric of her panties to the side and lowered her dripping twat onto Michelle's mouth.

Michelle squirmed helplessly. Her arms were trapped painfully beneath Kara's knees. She thrashed her legs and lower body from side to side, but could not budge the larger, heavier woman atop her. And now, Michelle realized, she couldn't breath. The pungent scent of Kara's arousal filled her world. She poked her tongue experimentally into Kara's twat, hoping the woman would react by shifting her weight, but all she received was a pleased murmur muffled by the thighs pressed against her ears.

Michelle began to panic. If her arms were not trapped, she could adjust herself in such a way to breath and perform, but she was powerless to free them. She began to buck wildly, trying to dislodge Kara from her throne. She futilely twisted her head from side to side, attempting to create a small amount of space. Success! Kara squirmed slightly above her and Michelle sucked in a deep breath of hot air. That was all she needed.

She plunged her tongue deep inside of Kara, earning a much more satisfying moan this time. And Kara did taste good, she was pleased to discover. That would make her task all the more pleasant. Her only chance of salvaging victory was to take control from this very difficult position. She relaxed and fell into the well-practiced ritual of performing cunnilingus from the bottom, sneaking an occasional breath by stretching her head back just enough to clear her nose for a few moments.

Kara had excellent control, but slowly, over time, Michelle felt her talents sinking their hooks in. Kara began to rock her hips slightly. Every time her weight shifted backwards, Michelle worked her arms outward towards freedom. Soon, Kara was moaning and rocking like a carefully conducted orchestra with Michelle expertly manipulating her from beneath. Sensing her control slipping away, Kara leaned backwards and began to furiously finger Michelle's twat.

Inwardly, Michelle grinned ruefully. This was familiar. In Sylla's match against Annie, they had been in this exact position, with Sylla riding Annie's face and fingering her pussy to prevent Annie from taking control from the bottom. There were two important differences, however. First, Kara, being much shorter than Sylla, was having to stretch further backwards, giving Michelle plenty of room to work. She immediately freed her arms and wrapped her hands around Kara's smooth thighs, giving her nominal control over the woman's hips. Secondly, and more importantly, Michelle was much better with her tongue than little Annie. And now was the time to prove it.

With her newly earned freedom, Michelle turned up the intensity to the maximum. She pulled Kara's uncommonly large clit into her mouth and sucked powerfully. Kara cried out and attempted to pull away, but Michelle used her grip on Kara's legs to pull herself up with her. Kara's fingers began to move frantically, but Michelle shut off her mind to the waves of pleasure. She had taken Kara's best. It was her turn now.

She plunged her tongue back deep inside of Kara, pressing her teeth against Kara's oversensitive clit while sliding her tongue carefully against the nerve-packed walls of Kara's twat. Kara's moans became sobs of pleasure and she abandoned her own attack, focusing only on withstanding Michelle's tongue. But it was too late. Michelle had complete control.

Effortlessly, Michelle rolled Kara to the side and onto her back. She tore Kara's panties off and shoved three fingers inside Kara while furiously attacking her foe's clit with her tongue. Even over Kara's screaming orgasm, Michelle could hear Sylla's soft applause and murmur of admiration. "Well done," Sylla was saying. "Very well done."

Michelle attacked ruthlessly. She allowed herself an uncharacteristic emotional response to having been dominated and took great delight in exacting her revenge with interest. Ripping Kara's bra away with a theatrical flourish, she held the now entirely submissive woman down and abused her large, soft breasts with her teeth and tongue. She fingered her until the orgasms ran together into an endless exclamation of pleasure. Satisfied that her victory was assured, she stood and forced Kara to crawl on hands and knees to where Sylla watched. She sat casually on Kara's face and grinned at Sylla.

The stage was only slightly higher than Sylla's perch atop Leliel, so Sylla and Michelle were at near perfect eye-level. Sylla leaned over and held Michelle's face with both hands, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Michelle came immediately, eliciting moans from Kara beneath her. The kiss went on and on. Michelle had never felt so alive. So powerful. She was going to win her challenge in front of the entire Club.

The dream was broken by the muffled exclamations of Leliel. Michelle looked down at him curiously but he was staring wide-eyed at something behind her. Before she could twist around to investigate, Kara erupted beneath her. Thrashing and twisting in the throes of a powerful orgasm. What the hell?!?

Suddenly she was dragged roughly off of Kara's face and thrown down next to Kara. She began to sit up but was shoved backwards by a wild-looking Asian woman. "Tamika!" she cried, before the mad woman shoved a massive rubber vibrator fully inside of her and switched it to maximum power. Michelle screamed.

Tamika knelt before the two woman, wildly fucking them simultaneously with a pair of identical black vibrators. Michelle and Kara writhed helplessly, clutching weakly at each other as orgasm after orgasm was torn from them. It went on and on. Michelle was only dimly aware of Tamika being ordered off the stage by a voice over the loudspeakers, but Tamika refused to stop. Tears leaked from Michelle's eyes. She had fought so hard for her victory and now it was ruined. Would it be ruled a draw? she wondered, before all thought was demolished by another unwanted orgasm tearing through her body.

A pair of angels climbed onto the stage and approached Tamika warily from behind. She whipped her head around at them and grinned. They took several steps backwards and motioned for more angels to join them. Their courage increased with their numbers and they eventually gathered the nerve to grab Tamika and pull her off stage.

Slowly, Michelle regained her senses. The vibrator was still deep inside of her, buzzing loudly and causing waves of pleasure to flow through her body. She turned her head to see Kara beginning to sit up. Kara's vibrator has slipped out as Tamika was dragged off the stage. "No!" Michelle shouted defiantly. She reached over and shoved Kara's vibrator deep into the woman's twat. Kara screamed and fell back. Michelle pulled the matching vibrator out of herself, shuddering.

Exhausted, and with the lingering after-effects of Tamika's onslaught ringing through her body, Michelle had to summon every remaining ounce of determination to force herself to action. All she wanted was to collapse and red, but she couldn't. She had to win. She knelt next to Kara and began to slide the vibrator in and out of the writhing woman. The second vibrator, which she had perversely started to think of as 'hers', she applied to Kara's swollen clit. It was over almost before she started. Kara's cries echoed throughout the arena. "Ја се предају!" she gasped between orgasms.

Michelle paused, unsure of what to do. "Um, in English?" she asked politely.

"I surrender," Kara replied, going limp as Michelle mercifully removed the vibrators and switched them off. "You win, Michelle."

* * *

Sylla grinned down at Batman as she rode him. "I don't know about you," she told him. "But that really turned me on."

The challenge match now complete, the lights over the stage dimmed noticeably. A soft melody played by violins seeped seductively from the hidden speakers. Sylla allowed herself to fall into the slow, march-like rhythm of the music as horns joined the strings and climbed inexorably towards a promised climax.

She looked at Batman admiringly. He had performed to her high expectations, allowing her to ride him for the entire length of the show without interruption or any loss of passion. Even now his eyes were closed, apparently lost in the dream-like music. She pulled the gag out of his mouth and flung it to the floor but he did not attempt to speak; he only looked up at her with lust-filled eyes.

Their fingers intertwined and they began a slow, sensual, sexual dance. Their hips rocked together as the music ebbed and flowed around them, sweeping them across an endless tide of swirling emotions and passions. They moaned as one, their lust climbing higher and higher until it seemed it could go no further, but the music would not relent. It teased them, drawing them to the brink of climax before pulling them downwards into a churning sea of frenzied excitement.

"My god, what is this music?!?" Sylla groaned in exasperated delight as she was denied an orgasm yet again by an unexpected tempo change.

"It's a variation on the second movement of Beethoven's 7th symphony," a quiet voice answered inches from Sylla's ear.

Sylla whipped her head around to find a strangely mousy woman wearing overly large black-framed glasses and a conservative black robe standing next to her. The woman had her left hand casually wrapped around the erect penis of a short, feral-looking angel Sylla had not seen before.

"I found the original to be far too short. And far too fast. The Allegretto notation is always misunderstood by modern conductors. But the ostinato is quite seductive and can be played nearly indefinitely. The original movement switches to A major after the climax, but I think the climax is more powerful on its own. Especially if you have to wait for it."

Sylla blinked at the woman, who returned the gaze silently and unselfconsciously.

"Can I...help you?" Sylla attempted.

The woman shook her head. After a moment, she added by way of explanation, "I'm just watching."

Sylla laughed as comprehension dawned. She began to ride Batman casually as she prepared herself for what promised to be a strange encounter. "You must be The Watcher."

The Watcher nodded and offered a hand, which Sylla shook awkwardly. "It's Candace, actually. Some of the Members call me The Voyeur."

"It's nice to meet you, um, Candace." Sylla groped for conversation starters.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Candace asked.

Sylla grinned and ground her hips against Batman. "Very, very much. Michelle is wonderful."

Candace nodded as though she had known what Sylla would say. "Yes, you naturals are often attracted to each other."

Sylla frowned in confusion. Naturals? Certainly Sylla and Michelle both had unaugmented breasts, but that seemed to be common among the Members Sylla has seen so far. Kara's large breasts had been just as real as Michelle's. "What do you me-?" Sylla began but then thought better of it. Hadn't Annie warned her about giving The Watcher an excuse to begin lecturing? Awkwardly, Sylla tried a different tact. "What about you? Did you enjoy the show?"

Candace stared blankly at Sylla for several long moments, apparently processing the question in her own unique way. "Do you mean the show between Michelle and Kara or the one where you defeated five angels in a row?"

Sylla was surprised to find herself blushing. It had certainly been her intention to put on a show, but the acknowledgement gave her a thrill. Her seemingly limitless libido was further fueled and she began to rock her hips faster.

"I was impressed by Kara's execution of her game plan," Candace began. "She caught Michelle off-guard and made a good showing of it, but she was out-classed from the beginning. Tamika's interference added an interesting element and it was a good test for Michelle to recover from that, but the conclusion was inevitable." Candace spoke as if reading a prepared speech from an invisible teleprompter. Her eyes gained focus and she looked directly at Sylla as she continued. "Your performance was far more impressive and entertaining. You now have the attention of a number of high-ranking Members. Perhaps more attention than you wanted."

Sylla grinned and scanned the dark balconies surrounding the arena. "I like attention."

Candace shook her head disapprovingly. "Not all attention is good. Claire's attention is particularly bad for you."

Sylla rolled her eyes. "You, too? As I told Annie, I can handle myself."

"You should listen to Annie. She may be our lowest ranked member, but you could learn a lot from her. Just because you defeated her, don't think she doesn't have good advice." Candace had taken on the tone of a grumpy professor.

"Like what?" Sylla challenged.

"Not every encounter is a competition," Candace lectured. "And you can't always win."

"As a matter of fact," Sylla returned with a sweet smile, "I always have."

"We'll see to that shortly."

Sylla experienced an instant physical reaction to Candace's implication. Goosebumps broke out over her entire body as through a cold wind had blown through the room. Her nipples, ever erect, grew hard as diamonds. She froze in place with Batman's cock halfway inside of her, clenching down upon it with her strong muscles. Batman moaned audibly and shivered beneath her. "And will you be seeing to that personally?" Sylla whispered icily.

Candace shook her head, oblivious to Sylla's ire. "I'll watch."

Sylla glared daggers at Candace who watched her with large, magnified eyes.

"First we need to discuss your Challenge against Amy."

"What about it?" Sylla demanded, her tone thawing slightly. She began to rock her hips slowly against her lover, who murmured appreciatively.

"She will defeat you." Candace answered.

"The hell she will!" Sylla responded, much louder than she had intended.

Candace shrugged. "Claire will rig the Challenge. She will manipulate the terms so that you cannot possibly win. And you will agree to any terms that she names because you are confident of your ability to overcome any obstacles."

Sylla brooded quietly, refusing to acknowledge the truth in The Watcher's words.

"I will design a special Challenge that is completely fair, entirely unique, and will test you both in ways you cannot predict. Claire will not be able to affect the outcome. The Challenge will take place during the next Gathering in front of all the Members.

"And why would Amy accept your terms?" Sylla demanded.

"She will do as Claire commands her."

"And why would Claire accept your terms?" Sylla amended, an edge of impatience creeping into her voice.

"I will convince her."

Sylla stared at Candace for several silent moments, surprised to find that she believed the woman was capable of doing as she claimed. "And why would I accept your terms?"

Candace seemed genuinely stunned by the question. She stood silent for so long, the characteristic distant expression of thought on her face, that Sylla turned back to Batman and began to ride him in earnest. She winked down at him. "I think I broke her with that one," she confided quietly, giggling. The dark angel beneath her attempted to maintain his stoic demeanor, but failed to conceal a smile as he stole a glance at Candace out of the corner of his eye.

"I'll make you a wager." Candace blurted suddenly.

Sylla and Batman looked at each other in surprise and then both turned their heads slowly to stare at The Watcher.

"If I can make you cum in under 15 seconds, you let me design the Challenge."

Batman shook his head furiously, but the words were already out of Sylla's mouth. "I accept."

The Watcher carefully removed her glasses and slipped them into a pocket of her robe. As she took a single short step to close the distance between herself and Sylla, she unbuttoned her robe and allowed it to fall open.