To the Victress . .

by RRff

. . goes the opportunity to 'spoil', the loser's body, and to be 'spoiled' themselves




The news already had started to spread through the village by the time Officer Silver Stayven had awoken the next morning -- Queen Aphrydolia Aeola had declared a week-long festival.  Of special interest to the young officer, the monarch had set aside two days for a 'punch-out', when all those Aurorae who had betrayed the tribe would be subjected to a thorough body pounding.  Each would be dressed in outfits that would leave their midriffs bare.  As well, the queen had ordered that two warizons be assigned to deliver the pounding so that one would not get tired out.  This would allow for an extended punching session, producing prolonged punishment.  
A special circular, slowly rotating platform was set in the middle of the amphitheatre.  Also, a series of observation drones would be in place to collect and transmit images of the action to giant vid screens within, and to private receivers outside, allowing everyone to witness all the festivities from a variety of angles.  The stage was divided by a 6-foot high wall, padded on one side so that a 'holder' could brace her back against something solid.  On the other side of that panel was a height adjustable, 3-foot wide, slightly convex 'X' so two warizons could punch at the same time.
Silver had headed down to the amphitheatre to catch the event from the beginning.  Her enjoyment at seeing all the traitors get what they so richly deserved was dampened a little by the fact that as a former warizon, Serval Foxemists would not be subjected to the sanction on this occasion.  But after most of the turncoats had been pounded and humiliated, that small cloud was dissipated on the second day when it was announced that Smilow Chasa would be the next to get hers.
Smilow was the only traitor who had served as a member of the royal guard since Silver had fulfilled that honour.  After the time that she had spent in that special position, it burned the young officer deeply that any of her contemporaries who also had been selected could even conceive of betraying those they were sworn to protect.  She remembered that the traitorous warizon had been on duty in the royal palace the night that the doubling had been administered to the disgraced duchess, Xanora.  But afterwards, the blonde's mind had been on her upcoming meeting with the commander, so she hadn't noticed anything peculiar about the guard's attitude.  And having pummelled Smilow not too many days ago days ago, she had granted Squad Leader Rekys Bacut the honour today.
So Silver sat back and watched as her squad's second leaned back against the panel with the traitor's arms tightly secured in a double hammerlock which allowed Rekys to go to work with abandon.  The squad leader let both fists fly, producing a steady beat against the soft skin stretched tightly over Smilow's firm abs.  Soon, the traitor was breathing heavily and groaning loudly.  Then, the blonde squad leader switched targets and started firing uppercuts into both heavy breasts, pushing up the full cups as Smilow cried out in pain.
As Rekys piled on the punishment, Silver and the rest of the crowd roared their approval.  The squad leader began mixing up her punches, randomly targetting abs, orbs and obliques.  Ripping uppercuts to the bottom of the bra cups soon knocked Smilow's knockers from their holders, further delighting the crowd.  Taking advantage of the situation, the blonde used the freed orbs as punching bags, hammering the insides and outsides with hooks and jabs.  She followed up with a series of ripping uppercuts to the solar plexus which buckled Smilow's knees.  The assisting squad member released Smilow, letting her crumple to the platform floor as Rekys acknowledged the cheering throng.
"Excuse me, Officer Stayven."  Startled, Silver turned to the speaker.  Annoyed at being distracted, her attitude immediately softened when she realized it was Commander Naelida's aide.
"What can I do for you?"
"I am sorry for disturbing you," the aide continued nervously, "but the commander has asked if she could speak to you."
"Please lead the way," Silver responded with a smile, although puzzled by why the commander had 'asked' rather than ordered to see her.  Curious, she smartly followed the young warizon up the aisle.  The blonde was not surprised when the aide led her to the bowels of the amphitheatre where the staging for this event was being done.  Former Senior Training Officer Twibe Tenk was the last to be punished, and the junior officer had no reason to doubt that that sanction would be delivered by her leader, likely with the help of one of her aides, or another senior officer.  So her interest was piqued by the chief defender's request for her presence at this time.
"Please Officer Stayven, at ease," the commander urged softly with a big grin in response to Silver's smart salute.  Still smiling, she then turned to her aide.  "Thank-you.  Dismissed."  After the door closed, Etynal Naelida walked over to the younger blonde.  "I would like you to assist me with Twibe," she continued.
Surprised, and a little confused, it was a couple of seconds before Silver responded with a halting, "M -- me?"
"Yes," was the commander's simple reply.
After taking a big breath, Silver quietly responded.  "I am honoured.  So this means that you want me to hold her while you and another officer administer the punishment?"
Etynal smiled.  "Yes and no.  Please let me explain," she continued, seeing the blonde's puzzled expression.  "I also want you to punch her with me."  The awestruck young officer stared wide-eyed at her commander for a couple of moments, then slowly nodded in response.  "Good," continued the chief warizon as she beckoned the officer closer.  "Now, here's what I have planned."  Once their conversation was finished, the young blonde followed her leader out to the platform.
The crowd, already revved up from when Twibe Tenk forcibly had been led out and shackled to the 'X', erupted when the two warizons entered the amphitheatre.  As they climbed the steps of the platform, a chant could be heard with one side shouting the commander's name, the other responding with the name of her highly regarded junior officer.  Once on the platform, Etynal turned and smiled at the young blonde.  Silver returned it as her excitement level quickly elevated.
"Laugh now, commander," barked Twibe from where she was confined.  "But this is not over."
"It is over for now, Twibe," responded Etynal calmly.  "Your plot has failed.  And you'll be finished once we're through with you.  So we will worry about future things later.  But," then the chief warizon turned to face the crowd and continued with a shout, "today we celebrate!!"
Silver watched in fascination as the usually reserved commander strutted around the stage acknowledging and whipping up the crowd.  It took a couple of moments for the young officer to realize that there actually was a method to her leader's supposed madness.  As Etynal moved back and forth across the stage, she slowly had closed in on Twibe, who was watching the performance with a scowl of disgust on her face.  Just as the chief warizon approached the former training officer from her right side, the commander suddenly spun and drove her right fist into the traitor's midsection.
Twibe's instant change of expression from anger to pain was accompanied by a raucous grunt as her body strained against the restraints to double forward.  A ripping left hook to the outside of the traitor's right breast twisted her body as far as the confines allowed as she howled in pain.  Etynal then went back downstairs and drilled a series of punches with both fists to the six-pack abs.  Each blow caused Twibe's body to jerk as she grunted loudly in pain.
Twibe wailed loudly when Etynal switched targets and started drilling stiff jabs to the traitor's breasts.  Silver looked on with delight as she watched the firm breast flesh dance and bounce trying to return to its normally beautiful rounded shapes in the bra cups after being deformed by the commander's blows.  Then, after five crisp hooks from each fist to Twibe's navel, the chief warizon halted her attack.
"I hope you feel it was all worth it now," Etynal purred softly to Twibe, with her face up close to her pain-filled rival's.  As she was concentrating on trying to refill her lungs, the turncoat training officer could only glare at her former leader between ragged breaths.  The chief warizon gave a small smile in response before she walked back to Silver and whispered in her ear.  The junior officer grinned and nodded when the message was received, then slowly moved toward the traitor, stopping right in front of her.
"Well, are you going to stand there all day grinning?" spat Twibe impatiently once she had regained her breath as she glared at the young blonde who was set casually in front of her.  Not receiving a reply, she continued condescendingly, "Serval was right.  You only show any confidence when you are in the obviously superior po -- "  The air already was leaving the traitor's mouth with a raucous rush when she realized that Silver had been waiting until Twibe's lungs had been refilled with air before burying a fist in her long, deep navel.  Restarting the punishment in that way had the additonal effect of ending the tirade of the former training officer.  
A quick left-right hook combo to the outside of the right and left orbs respectively brought further howls of complaint to the traitor's lips.  That was followed by uppercuts with both fists to both breasts before Silver went back down to Twibe's abs.  It didn't take long before the blonde had deepened the pink hue on the skin covering the midsection that had been started by the chief warizon.  The junior officer made sure her blows were measured carefully to ensure that Twibe would have to endure as many as possible.  But when she saw that even stiff jabs to the extended nipples were bringing less of a reaction, Silver knew it was time for another pause in the action.
This cycle of trading turns was repeated four more times as the two warizons attempted to make the traitor feel every blow to impress on her the depth of her betrayal.  Despite extending the session by pacing out her blows, Twibe was on the verge of unconsciousness by the time Silver had finished her fifth turn.  When she turned to look for the commander, the junior officer saw her approaching.  Cdr. Naelida then put her left hand under the traitor's chin and lightly slapped her face twice with her right hand to bring her around.
When anger once again flashed in Twibe's eyes, the warizons knew that she was set for the next step.  After they had released the traitor from the restraints, they dragged her around to the other side of the wall where Silver tightly gripped the auburn-haired captive's arms just below the elbows.  She leaned back against the wall and waited as a smiling Etynal slowly approached her target.
"I suppose you consider this a proper way of besting me," whined Twibe as she vainly struggled to free herself from Silver's grip.  "Where is your precious honour now?"
Etynal laughed.  "You just don't get it.  This is your rightful reward for your despicable and cowardly behavour.  If you wanted my position, you could have challenged me at any time.  If you wished to serve the Syrens, you could have left us.  But instead, you brought shame on all the warizons, and on our tribe.  And here you are griping about how you are being treated for making choices you knew could possibly bring about this very circumstance.  So the more you complain, the more I am going enjoy being 'honourable'."
Etynal finished her admonishment with a smile, then ripped a right uppercut into Twibe's solar plexus, forcing the air from her lungs with a vociferous grunt.  Just as the blow landed, Silver released the turncoat's arms which allowed Twibe to wrap them around her midsection as she doubled over and staggered forward.  After taking a couple of deep breaths, the auburn-haired traitor slowly straightened up, and was ready to take a step toward the commander when she felt her hair being pulled.  When her hands flailed up at the cause of her torment, Silver grabbed traitor's wrists and pulled up and back to stretch out her body.  The chief warizon immediately moved in and ripped a left uppercut to the ex-officer's navel.  Twibe's wrists were released as soon as the blow landed so that she doubled over again with another loud grunt.  An uppercut to each breast straightened her back up once more which allowed Silver to grab her arms and twist them into a double hammerlock.
With Twibe again held upright, the blonde leader pounded a steady beat with her fists against the traitor's body.  But the prolonged punishment had caused some swelling of her belly and breasts resulting in a much less satisfying thump when the blows landed.  So the commander had to be satisfied with agonzied expressions of torment on Twibe's face, and the vocalizations of pain which.  Unfortunately, now those sounds had started to diminish.
"I think she's ready now," Etynal offered once she had stopped hammering away.  As Silver nodded in aggreement, her commander brought her hands up towards the traitor's puffed proturbances.  Etynal slipped her fingers underneath the stretched top, and slowly lifted it.  She teasingly eased the edge of the garment over the sensitive skin to uncover Twibe's orbs.  When she reached the nipples, she lightly flicked the extended, stiffened buds with the red fabric of the border before letting it rest on those puckered peaks which brought long, pleasure-filled moans up from deep within the turncoat's chest.  Then, the chief warizon brought her palms to the fullness of those mounds and pushed up slightly before stretching her fingers around the rest of the spongecakes to give them a gentle squeeze, eliciting another long moan.  
"Yeah, she's definitely ready," purred Etynal with a salacious smile.  Then she slowly pushed the top up the remainder of the way so that it rested bunched up on the top of Twibe's rack.  Next, she leaned in and began licking the stretched, sensitive surface of those balloons.  Eyes tightly shut, the former training officer gritted her teeth and shook her head rapidly to try and stem the arousal that was building quickly in her body.  But when the blonde leader's tongue playfully flicked across the traitor's right pleasure point, another lengthy, throaty moan of pleasure passed Twibe's lips.
Now, as the chief warizon skillfully used her lips and tongue to enjoy the left mound and peak, Twibe's body was begging for release.  She was so ready to give in to whatever her bitter enemy wanted to do to push her over the edge that when Etynal suddenly stopped, the auburn-haired traitor bit her lip and groaned loudly in frustration.  She opened her eyes just in time to see the commander look past her and nod her head.  Her mind was in such a haze that she didn't react immediately when Silver released the hammerlock.  By the time it came to her that she should move to try and escape or fight back, she found herself pushed back against the wall.  Then Twibe weakly pushed on Etynal's left arm in a vain attempt to remove the commander's hand from where it now was applying pressure to hold the auburn-haired head in place.  On the other side, Silver had a firm grip of the turncoat's left wrist with her right hand.
Suddenly, the pleasurable feeling resulting from Etynal's caresses, which already had begun to fade, was driven completely from Twibe's body when the two blonde warizons simultaneously hammered their fists against the traitor's hard-as-nails nipples.  The former training officer cried out in shock and pain as over and over and over and over and over again, Etynal's right found it's target on the right mound while Silver's left pounded the left one.  The officers kept up their simultaneous breast barrage until the cries and wails of complaint were reduced to soft mewling whimpers or low breathy grunts.
"We should stop so that she stays awake for the next part," Etynal suggested to her junior officer.  Silver nodded, released her grip on the arm, so that she gently could pull the traitor a few steps forward before carefully turning her around.  As she did, Etynal moved to the wall so that she could lean back against.  With Silver's help, she grabbed Twibe's wrists and put them behind the auburned-haired head so that the it could be pulled slightly down and forward.  With her own hands now free, Silver blasted punches into the traitor's kidneys.  With each cry of pain, the former training officer sent a blast of air to the upper part of the chief warizon's orbs.
"Now I think I'm ready," Etynal purred as pleasure quickly began to build in her body.
"Enjoy," Silver responded with a big smile as she stepped back, having finished punching.  As the commander nodded in turn, she released the wrists and drove her right knee up into Twibe's midsection.  The traitor's head pitched forward, which planted her face deep into Etynal's cleavage, where it was held in place by the chief warizon's encircling arms.  A glowing smile appeared on the commander's face as she felt her almost unconscious captive's feeble struggles against her own tingling skin, and firm breast flesh.              
Despite Twibe's weak movements trying to free her head so that she could breathe, Etynal's arousal quickly peaked.  The sheen of perspiration on the skin of both women soon helped suction the traitor's nose and mouth to the commander's bosom, completely cutting off the starving lungs from any air.  With a long, escalating moan, Etynal gave one final squeeze with her arms.  Then, after keeping the smother tight for a brief time to enjoy the conquering sensation of the comatose traitor's face between her breasts, she released the hold with a flourish, and let Twibe crumple to the floor.  The crowd, which had already been in a frenzy, shrieked in celebration while Silver let out a yelp of delight.  The commander went over and gave her junior officer a long fervent hug, which the young blonde eagerly returned.  Then, they turned and faced the dais and bowed to acknowledge Queen Aphrodylia and Princess Ashlym.  Finally, with their inside hands clasped together and raised high, they left the platform waving their outside hands in response to the appreciative shouts of all in attendance.

Following that night's feast, Etynal returned to her quarters to settle in for the evening.  She had just changed into a comfortable satin top when she received a message from a member of the royal guard summoning her immediately to a private audience with the queen.  Quickly throwing on a jacket, she headed to the queen's drawing room, where she was announced, then given permission to enter.  Once inside, the commander was surprised to find Queen Aphrodylia in a semi-reclined pose on one of the couches.  The monarch casually motioned her over with one hand, while with the other dismissed her courtesans.  Then she held up a hand before the chief warizon formally could acknowledge her presence.
"No need to stand on ceremony tonight, Etynal," the queen offered lightly with a large smile and relaxed tilt of her head.  "Please remove your jacket and sit."  The chief warizon suddenly was very self-conscious of the casual attire under her jacket.  Deciding not to dampen the surprisingly relaxed atmosphere, or object to the unusual lack of protocol the queen seemed to be insisting on for this occasion, she quickly removed the jacket and took the seat indicated.  "I wanted to let you know that you will be receiving a commendation at tomorrow night's feast for your outstanding work protecting the tribe, myself, and my family."  The chief warizon was going to object, then thought better of it.  "You may not think it's necessary," the queen continued with a smile, reading the commander's mind, "so consider how it will benefit your warizons.  I can't reward everyone, but since they admire you, the presentation will boost their morale."
"Thank-you, Your Majesty.  You are too kind," the commander finally managed after a couple seconds.  
"Please.  Call me Aphrodylia tonight," requested the queen.  "We are just two ladies who happen to be leaders who are simply spending some time together.  And as a fellow leader I just want you to feel very relaxed tonight."
"As you wish, Yo -- um, I'm sorry," Etynal responded softly.  "Thank-you, Aphrodylia."  Then after a short pause, she asked in puzzlement, "Why do you need me relaxed?"
"Because as leaders, we often can't afford to, or have the time to indulge ourselves.  I want to make sure that you understand the depth of my appreciation as queen, and as a fellow leader."  Aphrodylia then got to her feet.  As she headed to another door, Etynal also stood up, but not wanting to be caught staring at the beautiful monarch, she quickly looked down and away.  The royal opened the door and called, "Please come in, Oniroje."
Etynal's head jerked up when she heard the name, and she stared at her monarch in wide-eyed astonishment.  There were certain members of the tribe who were known to be particularly empathic in sexual matters, so they had been recruited to personally serve the royal family.  The most noteworthy of these was Oniroje.  The chief warizon found herself frozen in place as the sexy redhead senuously glided across the floor toward her.
"Enjoy, Etynal."  The commander was barely aware of anything or anyone else in the room, so she hardly heard Queen Aphrodylia's words.  It took the closing of a door to startle the chief warizon to a state where she could even attempt a reply.  But by the time she turned to mumble the monarch's title and name in an attempt to thank her, the tribe's leader was already long gone.
"Are you ready for me now, or do you need more time?"  Slowly, Etynal looked back at Oniroje, staring at her as if seeing her for the first time.  The commander watched transfixed as the sexy seductress seemed to float senuously toward her.  "I don't want to begin unless you feel comfortable, and are completely at ease," continued the redhead reassuringly with a smile.  "I want both of us to get the most out of our time together."  
With those words Oniroje stopped a couple feet in front of the commander, hands resting casually on her hips as she swayed them slowly and provocatively from side to side.  Etynal used the opportunity to study the warizon, which meant there was both a lot and very little to see.  Very little in terms clothing, specifically a black thong and top, the latter of which was tied under the breasts.  And a lot that was pushing up and out through that top.
After slowly bringing her gaze back up to Oniroje's face, Etynal took a deep breath and nodded slowly.  The redhead reached down, gently grabbed the commander's wrists, brought her hands up to the open neck of the black top and smiled.  As Oniroje lightly stroked the back of the blonde's hands, Etynal slid her fingers underneath the fabric.  Then, the commander began to pant with nervous anticipation and rising sexual excitement as her hands tenderly were guided down by the redhead which moved that black garment off to the sides, exposing the bountiful breasts of the seductress.
For awhile, all the chief warizon could do was stare at the massive treasures that now were laid bare before her.  It was not until Oniroje gently clasped the champion's right wrist with her right hand and moved it to the redhead's left wrist that the blonde finally was able to refocus.  With a nod of understanding, Etynal took a big breath to calm herself, then grasped both the temptress's wrists and brought her hands up to the top of her peach-coloured garment.  Now it was the blonde's turn to lightly stroke the back of Oniroje's hands as the redhead unbuttoned her top, and slid the garment open.  Then the temptress tied the ends together under the commander's breasts which pushed up her bosom, which heaved as Etynal panted for breath.
Oniroje lightly stroked the hair on the blonde's forehead until her breathing calmed.  For the next couple of minutes, the chief warizon stared back at the redhead before her eyes fell back down to Onijore's outstanding ornaments.  As she continued to stare, she became overwhelmed by desire to be dominated by this woman.  The commander was uncertain how long she was lost in thought gazing at those wonders when the voice of the temptress teased at her conscious mind.
"You like what you see, don't you?"  All Eytnal could do was stare in response.  "And I bet you'd like to get your hands on them, wouldn't you?"  Still staring at those spectacular spheres, the chief warizon simply licked her lips and nodded in agreement.  "Well, for that to happen, you must be willing to do anything I say, or be ready to do and be subjected to anything that I desire," Oniroje cooed.  When she saw the blonde weakly nod, she continued with a smile, "I need to hear you say that you agree."
Slowly, Etynal looked up to meet the sparkling green eyes of the temptress.  As they stared deeply at each other, Oniroje was pleased to see that the commander was willing to surrender to her.  The chief warizon, for her part, saw not only the desire to dominate, but also the hope that the blonde would be willing to let her be the one to help play out her deepest fantasies.
"Y--yes," was Etynal's slow response after a couple more seconds had passed.  "I -- I agree to do whatever you -- you want."
"Good," Oniroje responded, her smile growing wider.  "Now, take a slow, deep breathe for me please," requested the redhead with a smile as she looked down at the champion's chest.  When Etynal's balloons were at their highest point at end of the long inhalation of air, Oniroje stepped forward drove a punch up into the blonde's solar plexus, emptying her lungs with a vociferous grunt as she doubled over.  Just as the chief warizon desparately gulped in air to try and refill her lungs, another shot to the same spot buckled the blonde's knees and sent her staggering back a couple of steps.  Before the commander could try and recover, pain erupted in her left breast from an uppercut to her nipple.  The blow straightened her up as she cried out in pain.  The redhead then fired a straight left that smacked the nipple of the right breast, knocking the commander back a couple of additional steps as she groaned in pain.  Only varying which breast she hit first to straighten up the blonde, Oniroje kept repeating the pattern of punches.  She continued firing away until the chief warizon's back hit a wall.
"Come on, Etynal," purred Oniroje as she stopped punching, and stood with her hands on her hips in front of the tribe's champion in a taunting pose.  "Fight back!!"  But with her mind in a haze of eroticism and pain from the redhead's blows, Etynal could not focus on the act of throwing punches.  Instead, the chief warizon pressed her hands against the wall to try and support herself as she attempted to steady her knees.  She desparately wanted the seductress to continue her belly and breast battering barrage, hoping that she could absorb as many shots as possible.
Sensing this, the temptress began blasting away again.  Without lessening the force of her blows, the redhead hammered the beautiful body in front of her at a slower the pace, until she felt the time was right.  Then Oniroje fired two wrecking ball lefts to that special spot on the abs.  The shots buckled Etynal's knees as a strangled grunt of ectasy passed her trembling lips.  The blonde pitched forward, her head with its tousled locks coming to rest on the high, full, right mound of the temptress.
Oniroje gently put her arms around the chief warizon's back and held her in place.  The seductress used her hands to lovingly stroke Etynal's smoothly muscled back and shoulders covered by the satin top under her flowing blonde locks.  The redhead delightled in the alternating cool and warm gusts of air that blew over her nipple everytime the commander breathed in and out.  So she held the embrace well past the point when the blonde's breathing had returned to normal.
Deciding that the champion now was ready for the next part of their encounter, Oniroje gently brought her hands to the blonde's shoulders, and eased her back up against the wall.  The temptress put her right hand under Etynal's chin and lifted her head.  When their eyes met, the redhead took a couple of steps back, put her hands on her hips, and once again began to sway her hips suggestively.  As she continued that dance, the seductress slowly began to turn around.  Using very small steps, Oniroje backed up until her ass was pressed into the lower belly of the chief warizon.  As the commander moaned in response, Oniroje reached down and grabbed the blonde's wrists, then slowly and sensuously guided the vindicator's hands up her thighs, past her hips and over her abs.
Having come out, somewhat, of the erotic haze, Etynal was able to focus on the sensual dance that was taking place in front of her.  After the redhead leaned back against her and grapped her wrists, the chief warizon's excitement level began to increase again as she realized where her hands were being led.  Now she was going to get an opportunity to toy with Oniroje's Play-Doh, the best pair of assets in the tribe outside of the queen's, and of course her own.  And based on the long, throaty moans the temptress was making as Etynal's hands reached the bottom of the those majestic mounds, this obviously was something that the redhead also really wanted to happen.
The seductress then released the blonde's wrists and gently began stroking the back of her hands.  In response, Etynal's gentle fondling of those firm, full flesh melons gradually became more urgent massaging.  As Etynal felt her own arousal level rising, and spurred on by Oniroje's moans of pleasure, Etynal worked her hands towards the puckered peaks so her fingers could flick and play with them.  Enjoying the commander's enjoyment, Oniroje leaned back against the blonde's breasts, and reached her right hand back up behind those flowing golden locks and pulled Etynal's head forward.
Letting herself be maneuvred, the chief warizon hungrily licked her lips as the closer view allowed her to watch Oniroje's stiffened nipples extend even further under her expert pleasurings.  Etynal was delighted even more when she felt the redhead rub her cheek against hers.  After a couple of moments of this, the seductress turned her head back even more allowing them to engage in a long liplock.  As they continued to taste and tongue each other, the commander continued to eagerly play with those toys while Oniroje urgently rubbed the back of the blonde's neck.
While maintaining the liplock, the temptress slowly brought her right hand down to her side and turned around.  When she broke the embrace and started to back away, the commander grabbed the redhead's shoulder to try and keep her close.  But Oniroje put up her right index finger and waved it disapprovingly.  Then she smiled, and gently grabbed the Etynal's wrists and lifted them into the air.  Once again, the redhead began to dance, suggestively swinging and swaying her hips from side to side.  The temptress then eased herself forward, slowly bringing their stiffened and extended nipples closer together.
Completely under the spell of the temptress, Etynal watched in fascination the carnal cavourting that was happening in front of her.  With her arousal climbing, the chief warizon found herself pushing her own breasts forward which caused their nipples to brush together.  Seeing Etynal trying to take control, Oniroje leaned back, then thrust her chest forward against the blonde's, knocking the commander back against the wall.  Each time this was repeated, Etynal had less and less room to push out.  Then the seductress slowly slid her hands over the commander's palms until their fingers were interlocked.
For the next couple of minutes they playfully struggled against each other with Etynal moving her hands up and down trying to find a way to push temptress off of her.  But the tingling along her nerves from the light touch of Oniroje's nipples against hers prevented her from using all her warizon strength and skill.  Though the commander was not accustomed to being in a sexual situation with another warizon where she wasn't the one setting the agenda, what little resistance she had been trying to put up by pushing back quickly faded.  Sensing this, Oniroje continued to push herself forward and press their breasts together until she had the chief warizon held in place against the wall.
"Now I've got you pinned, Etynal," taunted Oniroje.  "Let's see if you can escape."  But the erotic aura of the seductress had subjugated the fighting will of commander.  Instead, the blonde let her back relax against the wall, and closed her eyes to let her mind and body revel in the intoxicating feeling of having the redhead's rackage pressing against hers.  Then the chief warizon relaxed her hands and let her fingers slip from Oniroje's grasp.
With her hands free, the temptress moved them to the commander's shoulders.  She used her fingers to slide the satin garment slowly down Etynal's arms to her elbows.  The redhead then wrapped her arms around the commander's back for a tight hug, and pushed forward so that her massive mounds pressed and squashed Etynal's breasts, causing them to swell up, and out at the sides.  In response, the blonde brought her arms up so that she could hug Oniroje.  With the two of them locked tightly together, the seductress began swaying her body again in a sexy dance that pushed the chief warizon's heavy breast flesh up, down, and 
all around on her chest, spiking the blonde's arousal.  Etynal soon gave into the delicious domination, her sexual surrender vocalized by a long, low moan that passed her puckered lips.
Slowly, Oniroje moved her hands up the chief warizon's back to her shoulders.  She lovingly eased her fingers down to Etynal's elbows, then one arm at a time, freed them from the sleeves of the satin top.  After tossing the garment aside, the temptress took a couple of steps back, then while licking her lips let her eyes travel up and down the blonde's body.  The commander nervously bit her lip as she wondered what next the redhead had in store for her.
When their eyes met again, the seductress smiled and asked, "You really like it when I punch you, don't you?"  All Etynal could do was nod.  When Oniroje stepped forward and began to use her fingers to stroke her ab muscles, the blonde closed her eyes and moaned.  She once again put her the palms of her hands against the wall to steady herself as she enjoyed the redhead's pleasurable touch.  When Oniroje suddenly stopped, the chief warizon opened her eyes just in time to see the temptress rocket her right fist forward.  The blow blasted Etynal's special spot on her midsection, forcibly and noisily expelling air from her lungs, and sending pleasure and pain coursing through her body.
The commander's head jerked from side to side as Oniroje used both hands to target the abs.  With the blonde doubling over from each blow, and taking longer and longer to straighten up, the seductress felt the blonde was almost ready to go over the edge.  Not ready for that to happen yet, the redhead switched targets, and began ripping uppercuts to the bottom of Etynal's enormoids, knocking her back up against the wall as she cried out in pain.  Oniroje used both hands to drive punches up through the fullness of the blonde's breasts, enjoying the feeling of her fists distorting the shape of those flesh bags, and the champion's mewling in pain.  Eyes closed, Etynal struggled desparately to hang on as she once more was caught up in the delicious duel of pain and pleasure competing for attention in her brain.  Then another series of punches to the commander's abs buckled her knees.  The blonde wrapped one arm across her midsection, and the other across her mounds as she turned to her right, leaning her shoulder against the wall. 
"I have something else for you."  The commander's eyes popped open when she heard Onijore whisper into her left ear.  She was further surprised when something flashed in front of her.  The commander gasped with delight at the cool feel of gems on her skin.  As she felt Oniroje's hands fastening a clasp on the back of her neck, the chief warizon looked down to see that the redhead had given her a beautiful jewelled necklace.
When Etynal turned to thank her benefactor, she saw a smiling Oniroje with a finger in front of her lips.  The temptress then leaned in, gently cup the commander's face, and began to kiss her, first on the lips, then a series of light pecks across her cheek toward her left ear.  Etynal titled her head back as the redhead's bewitching, luscious lips made their way down her neck, and past the necklace while her fingers began to stroke the blonde's shoulders.
When Oniroje's busses reached the top of her left breast, the commander trembled as her arousal level quickly elevated.  Etynal moaned with pleasure when the redhead's hand left hand squeezed and massaged the blonde's right mound while lips and tongue tasted the left one.  Another moan passed the chief warizon's puckered lips as the fingers of Oniroje's left hand teased and played with the stiff, extended nipple of the right breast while the left puckered peak was kissed, licked and sucked.  After a couple of minutes of this, the seductress switched so she could feast on the right fountain while her right hand toyed with the left one.  Time for Etynal seemed to have stopped as the seductress kept moving her mouth back and forth, each time sucking more urgently until with a shuddering moan, the commander's knees buckled.
Oniroje took a couple of steps back and smiled while she watched the blonde undulate against the wall as she let her hands languidly travel up and down her flushed body.  Eyes closed, Etynal revelled in the wonderful feeling sparking through her body.  She could not imagine anything the temptress could do that would make her feel any better than she did right now.
"Do you want me to milk you?" Oniroje cooed.  The commander froze.  There had been rumours, part of which said that empathic warizons such as Oniroje could bring pleasure to others this way, but she never had known anyone who personally had experienced it.  She opened her eyes and saw the redhead's suggestive smile.  Realizing that Oniroje really wanted to do this, all she could do was signify her consent by weakly nodding her head.  The other part of the rumour was they only performed this act on those whose breasts they found extremely inviting.
With a smile, the seductress stepped forward and lovingly began to stroke the blonde's neck, shoulders, upper chest, and finally the base of her mounds.  The commander looked down and watched as Oniroje's fingers fondled and caressed more and more breast flesh as those talented digits made their way towards the blonde's puckered peaks.  The chief warizon closed her eyes once more and began to squirm and moan with erotic delight in response to the redhead's expert touch.  Over and over again, Oniroje massaged and squeezed Etynal's fountains, working from the base to the tips.
  "I feel them filling up," said the temptress enthusiastically as she continued her expert caresses while licking her lips in anticipation.  The commander's gasps and moans of pleasure became louder and higher pitched until another squeeze by Oniroje caused Etynal to cry out with pleasure as milky goodness flowed from her stiffened and extended nipples.  "Oh yes," purred Oniroje as she licked the dairy delight from the back of her hands.
"OOOOHH!!  That was incredible!!" Etynal managed to gasp before ecstasy overwhelmed her mind.  Never before had she experienced such exquisite pleasure.  She felt like she was floating around on a cloud.  It was only when she felt her leg hit something that the commander realized she actually had been moving.  
The chief warizon opened her eyes to find herself beside a bed.  She turned and looked into the eyes of the seductress, and gave her a smile of appreciation.  Oniroje smiled back, then nodded at the bed.  When the Etynal smiled back, the redhead guided her partner onto the bed in a sitting position.  She eased the blonde back so that she could kneel down in front of her.
"Remove my top."  Eager to obey, Etynal unfastened the knot on the black garment as quickly as her fumbling fingers would allow, her brain slow to send the necessary commands.  Then she slid the garment off Oniroje's shoulders and arms, and tossed it the side.  As soon as it was removed, reached her hands behind her neck to play with her crimson locks while swaying her body from side to side.  Delightfully distracted by the dance of those delicious-looking domes in front of her, the commander let the redhead put her hands on the blonde's shoulders.  Smiling suggestively, the redhead playfully trailed her index fingers down Etynal's arms, tenderly grabbed her wrists and raised her hands back up to her lust lumps.
"I know you want to try," purred Oniroje.  "So go ahead.  See if you can milk me."  The blonde's eyes widened in astonishment.  She certainly did want to try and milk the seductress.  And the look in the redhead's eyes definitely showed she wanted to experience the rush it provided.  As if again reading the warizon's mind, the seductress suggestively licked her lips and winked at the blonde.  
Needing no further urging, Etynal eagerly grasped the the base of those flesh mounds, and began to press and pull towards the peaks.  As the commander continued to massage those thick, heavy milkshakes, Oniroje's lips formed an obscene 'O' as her head fell back and shook erratically.  Then the temptress put her arms on the champion's shoulders, and clasped her hands together behind those flowing golden locks.  Encouraged by the redhead's actions, and by the feeling in her hands of those dairy delights, the chief warizon pulled and pressed with more and more energy.
"YES!!  YES!!  HARDER!!  HARDER!!" pleaded Oniroje as her body began to dance and squirm, despite her breasts being held securely in the commander's grip.  Getting more and more turned on by the feel of the Oniroje's swelling spheres, Etynal began to moan with pleasure, as they both filled the room with sweet, sexual sounds.  This caused the blonde to massage and squeeze with even greater urgency until the seductress threw her head back, and screamed out a long, high-pitched, "OOHH, YYEEEEESS!!" as dairy delight flowed from her towering tips across the base of the blonde's thumbs and down her arms. 
As another long moan passed her puckered lips, the seductress traced her index fingers down Etynal's arms, then gently brushed them across the back of her hands, and finally brought them up to the blonde's pouty lips.  The commander slowly licked one finger, then the other, and smiled at the redhead.  Oniroje smiled back, and they stared deeply into each other's eyes.  Then, the temptress leaned forward.  Taking the cue, the blonde also leaned in, and they engaged in a long, passionate liplock.
As they continued to pleasure each other with their lips and tongues, the redhead restarted her forward movement.  Maintaining the embrace, Etynal shifted her position and moved farther along the bed.  Next, she leaned back on her elbows.  And finally, as Oniroje continued to lean forward, the blonde let herself be forced flat on her back on the bed. 
The seductress broke the liplock, and stared down at the chief warizon from her hands and knees, who in turn, eagerly was looking back up at her.  With their eyes locked together, Etynal tenderly slid her index fingers up Oniroje's arms, then grabbed the redhead's shoulders to pull her down on top of her.  Teasingly, Onijore resisted the blonde's efforts for a couple of moments before lowering her head.  They resumed the liplock, eagerly tasting and pleasuring one another.  Slowly, the seductress lowered herself down so that their thighs, hips, abs, and finally their breasts came into contact.
This time, Etynal broke the liplock as she tilted her head back so she could push her chest up to increase the pressure of the touch.  Again playing the tease, the redhead pushed herself up to minimize, but not break the contact.  Then Onijore began pressing down harder and harder, making circular motions with her body which caused their nipples to dance around each other while digging into the other's dense breast flesh.  The commander wrapped her legs around the redhead's hips, and her arms around her back to further increase the pressure.  The weight of Onijore's mounds was restricting Etynal's breathing, which further increased the eroticism flooding the blonde's body.  The seductress continued to rub and press until they both cried out with pleasure as powerful orgasms surged through their bodies.