The Spoils of War

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Lyssa licked her lips absent-mindedly, lost in thought as she received the foot worship. She didn’t exactly fetishise this, but she enjoyed the sheer submissive symbolism of having her sweaty toes sucked. Plus, the movement of Wendy’s tongue did tickle her sensitive spots, giving the bluenette a gentle frisson of excitement.

Not enough excitement, mind. Certainly not enough to slake Lyssa’s voracious appetites. She felt she’s made somewhat of a mistake, here – Wendy was far from cowed, and obviously felt comfortable enough to chat – and even challenge her a little. That wouldn't do.

“Yeah, I’ll be honest, I’m not really interested in you learning that much of a lesson. You’re a nasty, trashy bitch,” Lyssa smiled, pleasantly enough, but tweaking Wendy’s nose with her toes to punctuate her point. “...but, I actually kinda like that. You just picked the wrong newbies to bully, that’s all.”

Lyssa wasn’t quite in the mood to reveal her plans, just yet. “Enough talk, getting bored,” she deadpanned, reeling her feet back in to kneel upright, and then casually flicking the switch on her sadistic crotch-battery setup, giving poor Wendy a couple of seconds of hellish pain, with no warning whatsoever.

“But yeah, you’re right, even then, it’s not gonna be easy,” she cackled as her victim squirmed. “I imagine its going be really, really hard. Stubborn bird like you, you’ll make me work all night long, hmm?” Lyssa smirked, standing up and sauntering behind Wendy. She stooped, and gently slotted the small vibrator between the bound girl’s thighs, slipping it up into her pussy. Scooping up the remote, she set it to the lowest mode, triggering a gentle pulsing in Wendy’s nethers. The blue-haired terror watched her plaything’s face with interest, wondering how she would cope with the switch from pain to pleasure.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy wouldn’t say she was a bottom, ever. The idea of being controlled always pissed her off, probably took her back to the bad times before she bulked up. A few of her clients had passed the idea of switching to her, and after she’d tried it once and shut it down halfway, she’d never entertained the idea. Either she was dominating or nobody was.

That being said, she didn’t exactly hate her current position, at lesat not as much as she would’ve thought. It probably helped that sucking Lyssa’s toes was a damned sight better than getting electrocuted or bitten or getting facesat into oblivion, so her body was just learning to deal with it. It probably helped that Lyssa had cute feet, too. Not too dirty or calloused, thin and clean. There were worst things to suck on.

She was just getting used to the rhythm of it when Lyssa abruptly pulled away and flicked the switch on without a second of warning, giving her a painful reminder that she had fucking electrodes stuck to her pussy. The Backstage Bully shrieked and bucked, rolling and squirming, but managed to keep from going too crazy - as insane as it was to think, she was starting to get used to the pain.

It didn’t last too long this time before she lowered it to a light setting, giving Wendy a much-wanted reprieve. She laid there, breathing heavily, only to let out a shocked gasp as she felt something slipping into her pussy. She straigthened out - as much as she could with the ropes - only to ease up when the pleasure ran its course through her legs. A vibrator. A good one, too.

”Fuck…ah, fuck…” Wendy bit her lip and sagged in the ropes as the pleasure soothed her body and took away what little control she had, turning her own emotions against her. All the pain made the pleasure so much more electric, which was torture in itself—probably the whole idea.

”You…are really fucked up in the head, you know that?” She glared up at Lyssa as the woman looked down on, watching her with clear and creepy interest. ”Stop looking at me like that…fuck…”

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Lyssa didn’t really have a ‘type’ – she’d been amorously entangled with men and women of all shapes and sizes, flitting between them on the dual whims of her short-fused libido and even shorter attention span. The few partners that she’d stayed with for any length of time – Storm, most notably – only really had one thing in common, namely, the patience to put up with Lyssa’s abrasive bullshit.

But, you didn’t have to have a type to find Wendy pretty. The white-haired woman was objectively gorgeous, with refined features and statuesque curves. Sure, she was a sweaty and battered mess at the moment, and squirming unhappily – but, as far as the sadistic Lyssa was concerned, the discomfort was a turn-on. As the blue-haired girl watched her victim struggle, there was no little lust in her eyes.

That wasn’t all of it, though. The wicked little spitfire was looking on hungrily, but her devious brain was always whirring. In this case, she was subconsciously deciding the best ways to break down the stubborn Southerner in front of her. Wendy was battling through pain, and defying Lyssa’s opening attempts to degrade her. Tough, and prideful… but Lyssa couldn’t help but notice that the more pleasurable approach was unsettling Wendy. Maybe her granite resolve would be ground down more slowly, with kisses not kicks… or maybe mind-fucks were the way forward. Plenty for Lyssa to muse on, and plenty fun finding out.

“Fucked up in the head?” Lyssa smirked, deigning to chat now, crouching down in front of the bound girl, propping her chin with her fist. “Bitch, please. We’re the fucking same. Wherever there are winners and losers, we both like to be winners. I mean, really like.” Lyssa purred, clicking a button on the vibrator’s remote, to take the buzzing up a notch.

“I saw you with Storm. I couldn’t not see you, cos you fucking facetimed it. Grappling her down was as good for you as groping her. You love making a bitch suffer. No judgement, I’m the same.”

Without warning, Lyssa switched the electricity back on, shifting Wendy from pleasure, to a sharp jolt of pain in her pussy. Brief, but enough to bring a dark, satisfied snarl to Lyssa’s lips.

“I mean yeah, you seem a bit more hands on than me, with all those slams and piledrivers.. like a horny gorilla or something. Shit, if you’d focused on fighting Storm rather than fucking her, you’d probably have won that match. I’m not as fussy, I’ll ruin someone’s day any way I like.”

Lyssa reached for the button on the battery again… but relented from giving Wendy a pussy shock. For now, at least. Her fingertip playfully circled the plastic, on the verge of punishing her victim, without actually pushing it.

“So you’re not fucked up in the head? Go on, what would you be doing to me and Storm if the tables were turned. Tell me all about it, and maybe I won’t give you the maximum fucking voltage from this thing,” she beamed, her voice utterly dripping with malicious glee.

[BlackAkuma]

As amusing as this conversation was, it wasn’t the sole focus of Wendy at the moment. Hell, she wasn’t entirely centered on the waves of pleasure coming from between her legs, as good as that was feeling. That was working her up, but the thing about being in a situation like this was that it had diminishing returns. She would never 100% get used to being shocked and fucked, but she could learn to work with it and keep some semblance of a clear mind.

Enough that she could recognize the way Lyssa had tied her up, feeling over the knots with her fingers. It wasn’t half bad, she’d seen a lot worse, even from people who were supposed to do this sort of thing as a living. But having experience with ropes herself, Wendy knew a few more tricks than most, like how to give the ropes some slack by inhaling, finding the best knot to go after and working from there.

Untying herself wouldn’t be easy, and it damn sure wouldn’t be easy with Lyssa being right there, but maybe…

She bit her lip, stifling a moan as Lyssa spoke, doing her best to process the woman’s words. Were they alike? Kind of. Wendy liked to fuck people up, so did she, both of them got off of bringing people down to their level. The Briton had this devilish imp thing going on that Wendy was way too big to pull off, though. She would probably be better at the cute, innocent act that the Backstage Bully used to lull people in sometimes, the same act that had taken Storm in. There was only so much you could play that up when you were built like a tank.

She was just pondering this when Lyssa gave her another shock, forcing a shriek out of her and leaving her shuddering in the bonds. Brief, but hot, she was left panting afterward as the vibrator soothed her, the electricity leaving her more sensitive.

”It’s…” She breathed deep, filling her lungs with enough oxygen to speak. ”It’s better when it's hands-on. More personal. Makes the bitches you fuck up more afraid, ‘cause they know you don’t need anything fancy to split them in half. Besides, I can’t carry toys around with me all day, but I can beat someone down anywhere I want, anytime I want. Like I’m gonna do to you when I get out of here.”

Lyssa wanted a preview? Fine. Wendy squirmed around enough to look up her way. ”First thing? I’m tying you both up, knocking you the fuck out, and dragging you back to my apartment. Then I’m taking turns fucking you both on up on camera, livestreaing it, so I can take back the money you fucking stole out of your asses. Might even do requests, let my fans decide how you get fucked up. And that’s just for the first couple hours - once the cameras go off, I’m bringing out the whips, the canes, the paddles, and I’ whipping you both till you can’t sit in a goddamn chair for months.”

Fuck, just imagining it was starting to turn her on a bit. "That ain't me being fucked up in the head. That's just fucking payback."

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Lyssa gave her victim a fair hearing, listening with interest as Wendy went into detail about how she liked to work over her opponents. Made sense, how she talked about her size advantage. Lyssa herself disagreed – being on the scrawny side hadn’t held her back in street fights – being a smaller, roving target made her much harder to hit - and she gave an amused snort as Wendy threatened her.

“Aha, you wish. Thing about being smaller is… you learn to improvise,” Lyssa smiled. She left it vague, but in truth, she was rather hoping that, after tonight, she wouldn’t have to face Wendy. At least not in a 1 on 1. One way of getting rid of an enemy was to make them an ally, an approach that Lyssa was more than open to.

“Mmm…. Oh, that is delicious,” Lyssa purred in genuine lust as she listened to Wendy describe her dreams of revenge, in hatefully heartfelt detail. The petite girl was enthused, albeit in a way which suggested she didn’t see herself suffering any of that scenario.

“That’s not fucked up at all, that’s beautiful. I knew you got it…. Making a bitch suffer is fun, but making a bitch suffer and profiting from it in the process – oh, that’s perfect!!” Lyssa was practically giving her the chef’s kiss at this point, although one thing did give her pause.

“Ten out of fucking ten for creativity! But… you looked a little too keen on the idea of spanking my bum, and we’re not having that,” Lyssa tutted, and pressed the button she’d been toying with, giving Wendy another abrupt electric shock to her nethers.

“Maybe you’ve earned a break from that,” Lyssa mused, setting the battery control aside for now, and leaning forward. On her knees, she slowly and carefully caressed the bound woman’s breasts. “Livestreaming is definitely the way forward. Hell, remind me to show you some of the videos I’ve shot since I got here,” she smiled, her small hands leisurely groping at Wendy’s curves.

Lyssa was fired up. Storm hadn’t sated her, and listening to Wendy’s threats had been perversely pleasurable – Lyssa saw them as a sign that her instincts were right, and that Wendy was somewhat of a kindred spirit when it came to casual sadism. If she could somehow tame this beast, she’d be an incredible asset, a far better (and angrier) attack dog than the equivocating Storm ever was.

Lyssa wanted Wendy in so many ways right now. She yearned to shove her pussy in her captive’s face, satisfy herself with grinding abandon…. But she doubted Wendy would go along with that plan, at least not yet.

Reluctantly, the blue-haired wrestler stopped stroking Wendy’s tits, and stood upright. “Let’s see what other toys are in stock, hmm?” she smiled as she sauntered over to the shelves, away from her hogtied plaything.

[BlackAkuma]

‘Learn to improvise’.

Wendy snorted at that, a brief burst of laughter. Little bitches always said stuff like that. She’d lost track of all the times some smart-mouthed little bitch had thought they would outfox her in a match, thought that because she was big she was also dumb, only for her just to crush their dumbasses and put all those plans to rest. Those were the most fun ones to beat up. She loved the look on their faces when they realized how much they’d fucked up and how all their plans were totally out of the window. She lived for that shit.

Whatever. Let her think about what she wanted for the time being. Wendy was just glad to get all of that off her chest, and the idea of putting Lyssa through the wringer filled her with glee. To her surprise, Lyssa seemed oddly turned on by it - then again, the woman was endlessly horny. There were probably precious few things Wendy could do that wouldn’t get her going. Horny fucking imp.

Of course, she was willing to wager all that talk would come with a price tag, and sure enough, that was precisely what she got when the woman reached for the switch. ”I’ll do a lot more than spank that tiny ass you little-”

Wendy’s threats devolved into a shriek as she was given another shock, a brief but painful one. She was still seething when the bluenette’s tiny hands went to her breasts, giving her some pleasure to go along with searing pain. As much as she hated to admit it, the woman had a truly wondrous touch, her tiny fingers sinking deep into her soft flesh and working her to a pleasured perfection. Wendy closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations, but they were maddeningly brief. She pulled away and left her laying, as she went off to find new toys.

Exactly what Wendy needed. With Lyssa distracted, Wendy furiously worked at the ropes. A little nip there, a tuck there, pulling this and that and this again. Her finger worked at a furious, desperate pace, unraveling the knots, finding the most important parts, until…

There. Free.

While the ropes were still tied around her ankles and wrists, all the slack was gone, leaving her completely open. Her first instinct was to just get up and barrel towards Lyssa, but she held off on that - her body was still weak, recovering from all the abuse, while Lyssa was a fresh as a daisy. She needed to be smart about this.

Instead, she laid there, on her side, her wrists and ankles obscured as Lyssa returned from her little shopping trip. She’d wait there, still and helpless, letting the woman get closer, closer, closer…until she was close enough for Wendy to reach out, wrap her arms around the more petite woman, pull her on top, and lock in a crushing bearhug, bringing all of her power down on the woman’s waist. ”My turn, bitch!”

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Lingerie-clad Lyssa let her eyes linger over the lovely array of lewd implements on display against the dungeon wall.

“Oh, they really do have a good selection of hitty things,” she beamed, not even bothering to glance back at her hogtied victim. Eventually she settled on a solid-looking riding crop, giving it a few test swishes in the air as she padded back to her plaything.

“I thought you needed a good spanking, but this thing could do damage in all kinds of places,” she purred, looking down at Wendy, teasingly trailing the toy up the length of the bound woman’s bare body…

...before being utterly taken aback by Wendy springing into life.

“Shit,” spluttered Lyssa, which was one hell of an understatement. Her leading arm was snatched up by Wendy’s (now untied) hand, and before she knew what was happening, she was pulled in, and down.

Lyssa wasn’t braced for this rewrite of the script, at all. Her guard was down and her petite frame was easily yanked into position by the woman on the floor. Lyssa found herself on top, but not in a good way, as Wendy’s arms snaked around her, quickly crushing her in a violent bearhug.

“Nghhwhatthefuck…” Lyssa shuddered. Shock still outweighed pain, for now, but she could feel real power – and anger – in those arms, and her compressed spine was already twinging. She’d badly wanted to grind up against Wendy, but this was hardly what she had in mind. Lyssa thrashed madly for a few seconds to see if she could force a breakout, but none was immediately forthcoming. Groans of struggle echoed through the cavernous room.

Her position sucked, but it wasn’t yet ruinous. Lyssa let her head loll to the side… where her mouth fell on Wendy’s ear lobe. In lieu of any direct fightback, Lyssa would seize on it, sinking her teeth into the enemy’s flesh. If she was going to suffer, she was damn sure going to make Wendy pay for it.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy swore, if she lived a thousand years, she would never see a thing that made her happier than the look on Lyssa’s face when she burst out of those ropes. It was a thing of beauty. Wide-eyes. Dropped jaw. The quick ‘shit’ coming from her mouth that showed she knew how utterly fucked she was.

All of it, perfect. Wendy wished she’d been recording it. She wanted to replay it a thousand times, turn it into her ringtone.

Wendy pulled her in tight, grasping her wrists, and proceeded to pour on the pressure, letting the muscles surge from her body, popping from her skin. She was no bodybuilder, but when she tensed up like you could see all the power rising from her skin, and Lyssa was getting a close look.

”What’s wrong?” Wendy rolled over on top of the mouthy brat, using her weight to keep the smaller woman pinned down - also to make up for the fact that she wasn’t at her full power right now, not even close to it. The more she could use gravity to pick up the slack, the better. ”Figured you’d want to get up real nice and close, have a little private time. This not the way you-”

Of course, Lyssa couldn't let her enjoy a moment to gloat; she had to go and ruin it by lashing out and biting her ear, digging in deep with her sharp teeth. Wendy shrieked at the electrifying pain that ran through her skin. Wendy pulled away, then jerked forward and rammed her head into Lyssa’s face for a vicious headbutt, one that she hoped would hurt the Brit far more than it hurt her.

Wanting to make space, Wendy let go of Lyssa, pushed her away and rolled over to her hands and knees while she grasped her aching ear. No blood, the skin was scratched deep. ”Again with the fucking biting!”