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Author's Note: Veherzak and I started this collaboration way back in the early days of summer. Isa Armstrong is his character, and we took turns writing this -- astute readers might be able to pick out where my voice ends and his begins, or vice versa. Everyone enjoys the pictures, of course, but we do hope you enjoy the story below as well.

Previous: Stranger in a Strange Land X

"Who won that round?" Armstrong asked.

Forcing herself to roll onto her side with a tortured groan, Camille sheepishly replied, "You know.. I... uhh... I lost track of time. Don't think it matters though, because here's the funny thing about this game: somehow EVERYONE ends up a loser."

Despite their various aches and pains that ran from head to toe, the pair of young women shared a laugh at that sentiment.

Once their chuckles subsided, Cosworth offered, "Wanna just say it's Even-Stevens and call it a night?"

Isa furrowed her brow and pensively chewed on her bottom lip. She very much wanted -- needed -- a long, soothing soak in a hot, bubbly bath, but there was one more hold she had to try out. Some time ago, she had visited the James Street Gym and rolled with one of the local regulars named Holly. After overcoming her initial tentativeness and a few close calls, Armstrong scored a quick and decisive submission with a brutal set of leg splits.

Holly was an amateur though -- a spirited and game amateur to be sure, but an amateur nonetheless. Samiya Kusanagi operated at a different level. Camille Cosworth operated at a different level. Isa herself operated at a different level, or at least she hoped that she did, and to that end she needed to field test her hold against a higher caliber of opponent.

Feeling more than a bit guilty for even asking, the Romani girl started, "Well, actually, I have one more --"

"Aww, c'mon, man!" Camille groused, throwing up her hands in a melodramatic display of exasperation.

Isa was just about to back off on the request, but then Cosworth rolled her hazel eyes with a good-natured chuckle and winked at the other wrestler.

"How do you want me, Isa?"

"Sitting on the ground with your legs in a V, if you please," Armstrong answered. "And... umm... thanks. For everything."

Camille gingerly got into position with a smile and a nod, though her expression turned into one of worry as Isa laid down on one side behind her.

"I don't like where this is going," Cosworth flatly said when Armstrong wrapped both legs around her right thigh and both arms around her left. "What's the deal with you dancers and your leg stretches...?"

"Hey, you know, I could just squeeze your head again..."

"Ugh, no thanks. Stretch away."

Isa did just that, straightening her back and driving her hips forward to pull Camille's legs into a wider and wider V. At the same time, she squeezed for all she was worth with her thighs, crushing the quadriceps and hamstring of Cosworth's right leg against the femur, though Armstrong had to admit that her leg power had been compromised by the previous submissions. Even so, Camille was already grinding her teeth and softly gasping in pain.

"Okay, you got me..." Camille grunted through her clenched jaw. "I -- I admit... flexibility is an issue..."

Though just a bit more resistant towards the effects of Isa's hold than Holly had been, Cosworth's body was not built for such contortions. Her frame was packed with tightly wound fast-twitch muscle fibers, granting her prodigious strength, and speed, and explosion at the cost of suppleness, and while she was still limber by normal standards, doing a full set of splits was far beyond Camille's comfort level.

"Was that a submission? That sure looks like it hurts," Isa playfully mused.

"No. Not yet..." Cosworth groaned. " I can hold oooOOOOWWW!"

Armstrong shifted her weight and rolled over from her side to her stomach, putting Camille face-down on the mat as well. Cosworth shot her arms out in front to prop herself up and prevent a head-first collision with the ground, but that was the least of her concerns with Isa forcing her legs backwards beyond a full split.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" Camille shrieked as soon as she felt that snapping sensation in her groin and hamstrings.

The scream was so desperate and panicked that Armstrong released the hold immediately and recoiled in shock, fearful that she might have hurt her sparring partner. Isa was unsure of what -- if anything -- to say as Camille curled up into a shuddering fetal ball with both hands clasped around her inner thighs.

Much to Armstrong's relief, however, Cosworth gradually straightened herself out over the better part of a minute, then she laid in a splayed out starfish and stared at the ceiling while her chest and belly rose with each gulping inhale and fell with each wheezing exhale. All the while, Isa stayed silent as she watched Camille's breathing slowly return to baseline, and finally, it was Cosworth who spoke first.

"Oww," she deadpanned, drawing a sigh of relief from Armstrong. "Shoulda just let you squeeze my head again."

The worst of her fears allayed, Isa asked, "Looks like I found a new finishing move. What do you think?"

"I think I was about three seconds away from being back in a wheelchair," Camille absentmindedly huffed.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'back in a wheelchair?'"

Realizing that perhaps she had let too much slip, Cosworth gave a dismissive wave of an arm and said, "Don't worry about it. It's... it's nothing but bad memories at this point..."

After a beat, she tersely added, "...and not something I want to talk about. Not right now, anyway."

Isa had many, many questions swirling in her head, but with Camille obviously reluctant to pursue that particular line of conversation, all of them boiled down to a single one.

"Okay, Camille. How do you want me?"

"...what?" Cosworth asked, lifting her head slightly off the mat to make eye contact with the other woman.

"It's your turn. Wouldn't be fair if I got an extra hold, would it?" Armstrong clarified. "Come on, give me your best shot. I'm a big girl, I can take it."

Next: Stranger in a Strange Land XII

Description
Author's Note: Veherzak and I started this collaboration way back in the early days of summer. Isa Armstrong is his character, and we took turns writing this -- astute readers might be able to pick out where my voice ends and his begins, or vice versa. Everyone enjoys the pictures, of course, but we do hope you enjoy the story below as well.

Previous: Stranger in a Strange Land X

"Who won that round?" Armstrong asked.

Forcing herself to roll onto her side with a tortured groan, Camille sheepishly replied, "You know.. I... uhh... I lost track of time. Don't think it matters though, because here's the funny thing about this game: somehow EVERYONE ends up a loser."

Despite their various aches and pains that ran from head to toe, the pair of young women shared a laugh at that sentiment.

Once their chuckles subsided, Cosworth offered, "Wanna just say it's Even-Stevens and call it a night?"

Isa furrowed her brow and pensively chewed on her bottom lip. She very much wanted -- needed -- a long, soothing soak in a hot, bubbly bath, but there was one more hold she had to try out. Some time ago, she had visited the James Street Gym and rolled with one of the local regulars named Holly. After overcoming her initial tentativeness and a few close calls, Armstrong scored a quick and decisive submission with a brutal set of leg splits.

Holly was an amateur though -- a spirited and game amateur to be sure, but an amateur nonetheless. Samiya Kusanagi operated at a different level. Camille Cosworth operated at a different level. Isa herself operated at a different level, or at least she hoped that she did, and to that end she needed to field test her hold against a higher caliber of opponent.

Feeling more than a bit guilty for even asking, the Romani girl started, "Well, actually, I have one more --"

"Aww, c'mon, man!" Camille groused, throwing up her hands in a melodramatic display of exasperation.

Isa was just about to back off on the request, but then Cosworth rolled her hazel eyes with a good-natured chuckle and winked at the other wrestler.

"How do you want me, Isa?"

"Sitting on the ground with your legs in a V, if you please," Armstrong answered. "And... umm... thanks. For everything."

Camille gingerly got into position with a smile and a nod, though her expression turned into one of worry as Isa laid down on one side behind her.

"I don't like where this is going," Cosworth flatly said when Armstrong wrapped both legs around her right thigh and both arms around her left. "What's the deal with you dancers and your leg stretches...?"

"Hey, you know, I could just squeeze your head again..."

"Ugh, no thanks. Stretch away."

Isa did just that, straightening her back and driving her hips forward to pull Camille's legs into a wider and wider V. At the same time, she squeezed for all she was worth with her thighs, crushing the quadriceps and hamstring of Cosworth's right leg against the femur, though Armstrong had to admit that her leg power had been compromised by the previous submissions. Even so, Camille was already grinding her teeth and softly gasping in pain.

"Okay, you got me..." Camille grunted through her clenched jaw. "I -- I admit... flexibility is an issue..."

Though just a bit more resistant towards the effects of Isa's hold than Holly had been, Cosworth's body was not built for such contortions. Her frame was packed with tightly wound fast-twitch muscle fibers, granting her prodigious strength, and speed, and explosion at the cost of suppleness, and while she was still limber by normal standards, doing a full set of splits was far beyond Camille's comfort level.

"Was that a submission? That sure looks like it hurts," Isa playfully mused.

"No. Not yet..." Cosworth groaned. " I can hold oooOOOOWWW!"

Armstrong shifted her weight and rolled over from her side to her stomach, putting Camille face-down on the mat as well. Cosworth shot her arms out in front to prop herself up and prevent a head-first collision with the ground, but that was the least of her concerns with Isa forcing her legs backwards beyond a full split.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" Camille shrieked as soon as she felt that snapping sensation in her groin and hamstrings.

The scream was so desperate and panicked that Armstrong released the hold immediately and recoiled in shock, fearful that she might have hurt her sparring partner. Isa was unsure of what -- if anything -- to say as Camille curled up into a shuddering fetal ball with both hands clasped around her inner thighs.

Much to Armstrong's relief, however, Cosworth gradually straightened herself out over the better part of a minute, then she laid in a splayed out starfish and stared at the ceiling while her chest and belly rose with each gulping inhale and fell with each wheezing exhale. All the while, Isa stayed silent as she watched Camille's breathing slowly return to baseline, and finally, it was Cosworth who spoke first.

"Oww," she deadpanned, drawing a sigh of relief from Armstrong. "Shoulda just let you squeeze my head again."

The worst of her fears allayed, Isa asked, "Looks like I found a new finishing move. What do you think?"

"I think I was about three seconds away from being back in a wheelchair," Camille absentmindedly huffed.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'back in a wheelchair?'"

Realizing that perhaps she had let too much slip, Cosworth gave a dismissive wave of an arm and said, "Don't worry about it. It's... it's nothing but bad memories at this point..."

After a beat, she tersely added, "...and not something I want to talk about. Not right now, anyway."

Isa had many, many questions swirling in her head, but with Camille obviously reluctant to pursue that particular line of conversation, all of them boiled down to a single one.

"Okay, Camille. How do you want me?"

"...what?" Cosworth asked, lifting her head slightly off the mat to make eye contact with the other woman.

"It's your turn. Wouldn't be fair if I got an extra hold, would it?" Armstrong clarified. "Come on, give me your best shot. I'm a big girl, I can take it."

Next: Stranger in a Strange Land XII