Body scissors

Me falls down to her knees, next to where you lie, and lifts your upper body from the ground, wrapping her stockinged legs around your stomach region, her ankles locking together.

"Time for the big squeeze," she says, flexing her leg muscles, squeezing you hard, having you worrying for your ribs. You yell out in pain, but she just laughs.

"You sound like you're being tortured," she says, relaxing her legs around you momentarily, before flexing again, making you grimace, gritting your teeth as you writhe in her clutches. "Considering I lived through the Spanish Inquisition, you'd think I'd be all medieval and have a proper dungeon set up here for You, but of all the things I've come across in my centuries on this planet, wrestling's one of the things I'm drawn to most. I think it's because it reminds me of life." Her hand reaches over and starts stroking your erect cock. "It's long, hard, relentless, pounding..." she punches you in the genitals while her thighs squeeze tighter, "...some physical contact, but on the whole it's mostly pain, and you find yourself begging for it to end."

You try to pull Me's legs off you, but she just smiles at you, not yielding, and any attempts you make to escape prove fruitless, just making her squeeze harder, the pain unbearable, sweat rolling down your forehead. You squirm in her clutches, shouting out in pain.

"Poor You. If the pain's too much, you can always tap out."

Almost before she's finished the sentence, your hand's banging on the floor.

"There, I hope that helps take your mind off things," she says, as her thighs just squeeze tighter, the waves of pain now too much for you. "But I'm afraid your tapping won't make any difference. I decide when to stop, what your limits are. Don't worry, You, I'm in complete control, at least while our game lasts."

She relaxes her legs, and for a second you're filled with hope, and then the pressure's back again, driving the air out of you. "I wonder how long it will take to break your body?" she asks, as you writhe between her shapely legs, just wanting it to end, every second taking forever, each one passing far too slowly. You hear yourself screaming, and then, just as you think you're about to pass out, she stops again. You take a deep breath, ready for her to start once more. but she removes her legs from you, gets back to her feet.

"That's enough of that, " she says. "Don't want to get bored, do we? Let's carry on with this game of ours, find all the fun you can have between these long legs of mine. You want more fun, don't you?"