The Spoils of War

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The Brits embraced for a few slow, languid moments, warming to the idea of a celebratory fuck whilst they were riding the high of victory. For both of them, this was largely about lust. Storm, having capped an epic battle by grinding an orgasm out on Wendy’s face, was finding that her libido, long-suppressed these past weeks whilst she had sparred with the Southerner, was awakened enough to be in the mood for another round. Even if it was with Lyssa, who was in her domineering element, and alert to any and all kinds of mischief.

Their hungry groping was eventually interrupted by Wendy’s complaints. Lyssa would happily have continued, spurred on by her captive’s annoyance, but her insults clearly got to Storm, who broke off the kiss and rubbed her face wearily.

“Can we please shut her up? Got to be all kinds of ball gags in this place…” the brunette mused, irritably.

Lyssa chewed her lip thoughtfully and turned back to Wendy. Again, the blue-haired girl was impressed that her victim was far from a whimpering wreck, and showing admirable spirit. Breaking her would be a lot of fun.

“Oh, you want all our backstory?” Lyssa smiled. “You know, most girls don’t stop for juicy gossip whilst they’re in the middle of being electrocuted.”

“Don’t be airing dirty laundry in public, Lyss,” frowned Storm, clearly uninterested in what Wendy thought of all this. Lyssa, though, seemed more minded to tolerate the interruption, especially since it involved talking about her favourite subject – herself.

“Okay, okay, she can have the short version.” Lyssa approached the bondage cross, chatting amicably to her squirming captive. “So, back home, me and Storm fought. A lot. She was such a goody two shoes. As you can imagine, I ended up winning…”

“...because you cheated….” Storm added.

“...whatever, and yes, I might have taken a few liberties when applying a loser’s forfeit. But here’s the thing – Storm’s not a fucking idiot. Despite appearances, she’s not some dumb buffalo willing to bang her head against the same obstacles, over and over again, like some fucking losers around here,” Lyssa glared pointedly at Wendy. “She learns from her mistakes. She learned that we were better as a team, and that it’s always better to end up on top. Oh yeah, and we fucked a few times, I guess that’s really what you were interested in, but it was always a one-night-stand kinda deal.”

“Ha! I knew you wouldn’t admit that I dumped you,” Storm smirked.

“Oh, NOW who’s airing dirty laundry, hmm?” Lyssa hissed. “Look, let’s not get hung up on this, I was trying to reward you, remember? Gosh, I kinda feel overdressed.”

Lyssa slowly sauntered back to Storm, stripping off her vest as she did so, kicking off her boots, and lowering her jeans. Her petite body was left in naught but black, lacy underwear, and she gleefully twerked her thong-cut panties at Wendy as she went back to kissing and groping her partner.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy tensed up at the idea of having a ball gag shoved in her maw. While she owned a couple and would use them on clients or in scenes when requested, she’d always hated having them used on her, and the idea of being stuck in here for who-the-fuck knew how long with one shoved down her throat did not appeal. The smart thing to do in this situation would be just to shut up and let them fuck each other - the more time they spent making out and the less time they spent torturing her, the better.

…but fuck it, she was curious, and it wasn’t like screaming and threatening them more was going to get her anywhere. There were only so many ways she could tell the pair she was going to ruin their shit.

Besides, the subject gave her something to divide her focus on besides the pain coursing through her system from the increased voltage. Her muscles tensed and spasmed, she jolted around in the binds, but the longer it went on, the more she could deal with it - for now. It was starting to cross the gap between annoying and agonizing, though, and she swore she could smell a hint of burning skin from her nipples.

She tensed up as Lyssa came her way again, expecting the woman had some new torture in mind, but she eased up - as much while voltage was running through her - when she instead got the explanation she’d asked for, or at least the abridged version of it. It wasn’t quite what she was expecting, to be honest. She’d gathered that they’d started as enemies, but she figured something big must’ve happened to bring them together. Instead, it seemed like they just sort of…clicked.

Not something Wendy could relate with. Come to think of it, she hadn’t really ‘clicked’ with anyone since she came to Japan, and not much before, either. She hadn't been on the lookout for friends, and wouldn’t have been all that good at finding them if she had.

Hadn't been a problem, or so she thought…but, then again, there had been a few times in LAW where having some backup would’ve come in handy. This is just the biggest, most recent example.

And fuck, watching them go at it was just making her more mindful of the fact that it had been a good few months since she’d had any action.

She bit her lip, trying to keep her horniness in check as Lyssa stripped and went back at it with her partner, the two of them getting back into it right in front of her - not something she wanted to see. The electricity was taking a toll, too, forcing out the occasional shriek from her when it lit up a nerve, surging through her body at intervals. She was doing her best to deal with it, but….

”Ah, fuck!” She finally spat out as she sagged forward. ”Fuck, don’t leave me like this, turn it down for second!”