Three's a crowd

[hamish1024]

“Hmm, wasn’t meant to be a kink, just… a gimmick that turned out to be a lot of fun, I guess. Pretty fucking good way of bringing a bitch to heel. I’m not against other methods,” she grinned wickedly. “Maybe we should compare notes sometime.” Lyssa would have quite liked a chat with Wendy about the pros, cons, and practicalities of their respective brands of sadism, but she’d have to park it for now, since there was more pressing business to discuss.

She tapped her mouth thoughtfully as they sketched out Storm’s downfall. “Ugh, I should have known that, given the choice of having you or me as the pretend victim, you’ve picked *me* to be the bait,” she pouted in mock consternation. “Guess I walked into that one.”

Despite the verbal sparring, Lyssa was obviously quite pleased with the overall arrangement, humming happily to herself as she fetched her phone. “Right… need to look a bit roughed up…” Pausing, she looked herself over in Wendy’s wall mirror. She was still sporting a sleek and silky domineering look from the session work, which simply wouldn’t do.

“Aw, fuck it,” she shrugged, and abruptly took off her top. Her torso was now bare, apart from her choker, unabashedly exposing her pale, pert breasts. Despite pulling her vest over her head, her blue hair had hardly a strand out of place; Lyssa frowned and ran her hands through her tresses, giving herself a somewhat messier look. Finally, she rubbed her palms hard against her face, reddening her previously pale features, completing the mini makeover.

“What do you think?” she beamed. “Bit more believable that you’ve had your way with me?” she grinned.

She carried on into the bedroom, having noted Wendy’s supremely confident swagger. Being ordered onto the bed gave Lyssa pause; she didn’t want to blunder into giving more power over her than was strictly necessary.

“Positions? Um, maybe, not under you?” Lyssa retorted, an eyebrow raised as she handed Wendy her phone. “Maybe I just sit at the foot of the bed, like so…” The blue-haired girl duly sat down on the bedroom floor, resting her back against the bottom of the bedframe. “You can just, like, plant your boot across my chest, or something?” she mimed, thinking that would make a pretty good facetime shot, readying herself to play the damsel in distress.

[BlackAkuma]

Personally, Wendy wasn’t a big fan of electricity, at least when it came to her kink-related activities. In her experience, it was too damned unpredictable, which was the last thing you wanted in a controlled environment like a session. Everyone reacted differently to a shock, depending on their body type and where it was applied. You either didn’t give them enough voltage and it didn’t do jack shit, or you gave them too much, and it pushed them over the edge. Too hard to hit the safe spot.

Of course, she got the impression that the safe spot wasn’t much of a concern for Lyssa, and it wouldn’t be much of a concern for her, either. Not today, and damn sure not with Storm.

Wendy was about to share those thoughts with Lyssa, when she caught the bluenette stripping back in the living room, pulling off her top and revealing those tasty breasts beneath. While it was hardly the first time she’d seen this woman in a sexual light today, she had to admit, she appreciated the sight, and she caught herself chewing on her lips as a little thrill ran through her. She’d always been partial to the smaller ladies…

She got it together by the time Lyssa turned her way and officially presented herself, enough that she could put on a placid face with the faintest of smirks. ”Yeah,” Wendy tilted her head this way, then the other. ”Yeah, that’ll do.”

She stepped aside as Lyssa made her way into the bedroom and took up a position, sitting on the floor in front of her bed. Idly flipping through the contacts, she found Storm’s number fast enough as her partner explained her ideas for the position. Boot on the chest? Yeah, she could do that. She would make one little adjustment, though.

Wendy stepped back and slipped out of her cowboy boots, standing on the heel one of to tug her foot out, then doing the same with the other. Once she was barefoot, she kicked them off to the side, then moved in, raised her foot up, and looked like she might slam into Lyssa’s chest for a tense second. Instead, she gently lowered it to the woman’s chest, pressed it against her breasts, and gave it a soft rub, working it over with her heel. It was forceful, enough to keep the woman pinned, but not enough to hurt, really. Pleasure was the goal, not pain.

Storm probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, though, which was the whole point. Wendy licked her lips, held up the phone in a good position, gave Lyssa a quick wink, then made the call.

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The topless Lyssa held Wendy’s gaze for a fraction of a second, searching for a reaction to her newfound ‘ravished’ look. The Southerner was coolly implacable, but Lyssa was sure she could detect a hint of animal desire in there. The petite girl’s eyes flickered back, enough to subtly signal ‘I know’. Lyssa didn’t want to trigger Wendy’s wants too intensely right now – especially since the bigger woman had a penchant for playing rough and dominant – but it was nice to know that Wendy was enjoying this as much as she was.

Lyssa loved setting traps, and was buzzing as she took a seat at the foot of the bed. She gave pause, though, when Wendy didn’t immediately follow her instruction to plant a boot on her chest. Lyssa’s brown, darkly-lined eyes narrowed as Wendy stopped to remove her footwear. In a moment of suspicion, Lyssa’s mind wandered back to the previous backstage torture, where one of the many whims she had indulged as a spot of forced foot worship on Wendy. Her heart skipped a beat, concerned that the Southerner was planning to go off-script for some payback.

It soon became apparent that she had different mischief in mind, with Wendy using the increased sensitivity and flexibility of her bare foot to work a massaging motion into the pin. Lyssa quivered as the hot, sweat-kissed sole of Wendy’s foot began to sensually knead her pert breast, just as the cowgirl hit the call button.

Lyssa gave her lip the briefest of bites. Her nipple had begun to subtly stiffen at the treatment, but she knew that she had to pull herself together now that Wendy had put her on the spot, and gone live with the facetime call to Storm…

Over at a LAW-affiliated cafeteria, Storm was enjoying a late lunch, absent-mindedly chewing down forkfuls of salad as she browed the latest wrestling news on her phone. Suddenly, the handset lit up with the call notification from Lyssa. Storm unthinkingly answered, wondering what her friend was up to now.

“Hell-ohh….” Storm spluttered as the image of Lyssa, topless, splashed across her screen. For a fraction of a second, the Scot thought her mischievous friend was trying to rope her into some impromptu phone sex, but a different picture soon emerged as she took in the details.

“Unghh!!” Lyssa coughed and convulsed, hamming up her supposed smackdown like a pro. She squirmed against Wendy’s foot, careful not to apply too much force in her pretend struggle, keeping up the illusion that she was being roughly pinned.

“Storm? Help… Wendy… at her place… she attacked me…” Lyssa forced out, in a half-choked grimace.

Storm’s face fell. She couldn’t believe that Wendy had had the fucking nerve to rekindle their feud. She’d thought they were done… after the work Storm had put in, beating down, humiliating, and outright torturing the bitch…

Actually, knowing Wendy, she could absolutely believe it. She felt a cold spasm of anger in her gut.

“WENDY!?” Storm yelled into her handset, startling quite a few of the cafeteria diners. Instinctively, the Scotswoman stood up, clutching her phone, knocking her chair back with a painful metallic scrape.

“What the fuck is this? What are you doing Wendy? You let her go right fucking now, or I will fucking annihilate you!!”

She was making quite the scene, but she did not care. Her heart was pounding, and she was already drawing up plans for violence, wondering how long it would take to get to Wendy’s apartment if she went full-tilt.

It was, safe to say, looking like the bait had been taken.

[BlackAkuma]

Despite being a self person by default, her job as a session wrestler had taught Wendy a lot about servicing others and sensing what turned them on. Most times, guys didn’t know what they wanted. Oh, they’d write some vague stuff in the emails, they’d ramble, they’d make requests, but half of it was bullshit. They would say they wanted things that absolutely turned them off, or leave out their biggest kinks, or just make shit up whole cloth.

Being good at what she did required her to know people. To read them, see what they were trying to say, not what they let slip. And with Lyssa…

She didn’t like not being in control. She was a manipulator, a schemer, and she was worried about the power she was giving Wendy in this situation. Some part of her was likely still worried that Wendy might flip the script on her and take their whole method-acting a bit too far. They could play with that.

Wendy leaned in, having some fun with Lyssa’s breast as the call came in. Sure enough, Storm popped up on the screen - looked like she was in the cafeteria, if she had to guess. Lyssa played her part, giving her best performance as a helpless, battered victim, and she pinched her nipple with her toes to help her along. And because it was fun.

What came next wasn’t surprising - yelling, screaming, threats, blah blah blah. Wendy just yawned at it and crouched down to sit on Lyssa’s lap, pinning her to the floor. Also, grinding on her lap, but Storm wouldn’t be able to see that. ”Yeah, yeah, I know. You’ll fucking kill me, you’ll destroy, rip out my guts like fuckin’ haggis or whatever you do.”

She cupped Lyssa’s chin - a little roughly, but not too hard, just going for the look - and forced her face to the side so she could lean in and run her tongue along the woman’s cheek. ”Better come over quick, bitch. I’m starting to get bored with your friend, here. Might have to try something a little creative…”

Wendy winked at the phone, then clicked off the call and sat the phone on the bed. ”And…scene. How was that?”

Notably, she wasn’t getting up just yet, and continued to idly rub her ass against Lyssa’s lap.

[hamish1024]

Lyssa’s sobs were accentuated with a yelp of surprised pain as her nipple was playfully toe-pinched. That cry had been genuine, as the squeeze of her sensitive flesh took her by surprise, but she held her composure, doing her best not to break character, and work it into the performance.

There was a slightly disapproving tut, as she run her tongue over her teeth, but only Wendy would have caught it. The white-haired wrestler was obviously relishing the particular role she had been granted here, and wasn’t about to stop there. Lyssa braced herself, holding her breath as Wendy loomed over her, grabbing her chin in a show of dominance. Where is she going with this, she wondered…

The petite girl quivered as she found out, Wendy leaning in to dish out a long, hot, possessive lick up her cheek. She had to sit there and take it, suppressing her urge to react to the tongue on her face, sitting motionless as she felt the lingering coolness of the wet saliva on her red, flushed features.

Finally, the call ended, and Lyssa let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. She looked up at Wendy with a smile.

“Oh… I think we have a problem….” she began in mock earnestness. “...How do we decide which of us gets the best actress award? ‘Cos that was fucking awesome!!” she grinned, hugging Wendy and then leaning up to give her a celebratory kiss on the lips.

“Thought I was going to fucking lose it when you mentioned haggis,” she giggled, nuzzling affectionately against her newfound ally. It wasn’t lost on Lyssa that, straddled by the bigger woman, she couldn’t actually get up right now. But with Wendy grinding her ass seductively, and the rush of their wicked plot being set in motion, Lyssa was more than happy to stay where she was, and she purred receptively at Wendy.

Across the city, Storm had lost it at the mention of haggis. “I’ll show you!!” she screamed at her phone. “I’ll make that entire fucking facesit war look like a walk in the park, you stupid fucking…. Ahh, she’s hung up…” Storm exhaled angrily though her nostrils, her sigh permeating the awkward silence of the cafeteria.

Quivering with rage, she grabbed her back and marched to the exit, leaving her lunch half-eaten. Storm was a loyal partner, and she wanted to save Lyssa. Far more than that, though, she found herself wanting to make Wendy pay. She started her urgent, angry beeline to the Southerner’s apartment, albeit without much of a plan as to what she would do once she got there.

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, as much as Wendy hated - really, really hated - to admit, she had to give Lyssa credit where it was due. The woman was good.

She’d been doing this long enough and with enough people that there was simply no getting around the obvious. Wendy had worked with other women before, doing fetish content, and while she wouldn’t call herself an actress, she had enough experience to know the difference between the good ones and the bad ones. Lyssa did an amazing job of selling the whole thing, enough that she managed to fool Storm, the person who probably knew her better than just about anyone. That was no small feat.

Wendy was never going to admit any of this out loud, but Lyssa likely could’ve guessed her feelings on the matter from the way she responded to that kiss, pleasantly humming as their lips met again. Her tongue darted out in search of its partner, and her hands ran through the Brit’s blazing blue hair to lazily stroke it while they enjoyed each other’s embrace.

She could’ve enjoyed it a little longer, too. But they did have some things they needed to address. ”Eh, I’ll let you take the award.” She ran her hand over Lyssa’s cheeks as the woman nuzzled against her, drying up the saliva she’d left. ”So, it looked like she was at the arena. About a twenty-minute drive here, if you get lucky with the lights and you move like a bat out of hell.”

She brought her lips down to Lyssa’s neck and gently nibbled at it, worrying at the skin with her canines. ”So we’ve got a little time, is what I’m saying…”

A few minutes later, after engaging in some minor stress relief, Wendy set everything up and took her position in the apartment, awaiting Storm's thunderous arrival. She turned the lights off, bathing the apartment in darkness, giving her a quick edge when she inevitably came bursting. The moment she stepped through, the lights would come on, blind her, and make it all too easy for a good taser shot in the back to bring her down. If one wasn’t enough, well, two would do it. Or three. She had no problems draining the batteries on this thing, if need be.

Now, all they needed was their guest of honor. Any minute now…

[hamish1024]

Lyssa beamed as Wendy complimented her acting. A part of her always liked being the best, even if it were for something as silly as selling a pretend beatdown. Lyssa’s smile got even wider as Wendy began to nuzzle her, and the blue-haired girl felt a pleasurable shiver as her neck was nibbled seductively.

“Oh, twenty is plenty….” she chuckled softly, and began to reciprocate Wendy’s advances. The tension that been building between them throughout the day’s domination sessions, and had obviously simmered up as they planned the sneak ambush of Storm, meant that Lyssa would jump on Wendy’s hint, with relish. They were fast and insistent, and it did not take long for Lyssa to get her rocks off.

“Mmm, nice to know you don’t have to be actively beating someone up to get off…” Lyssa mused wryly, collecting herself as Wendy extracted herself from the tryst, and giving the Southerner an affectionate pat on the ass, as she moved to set up the trap.

For her part, Lyssa skulked carefully out of sight, cackling with approval as Wendy dimmed the lights. The bluenette’s form was lit by her phone screen as she tracked Storm’s approach.

“Okay, looks like she is nearly here…” Lyssa said excitedly as she watched the GPS dots converge. “God, getting your victims delivered to your door is really convenient, isn’t it? We should look into starting an app, or something,” she joked. Lyssa was clearly treating the whole thing very light-heartedly, although she finally quietened down when she heard footsteps in the corridor.

Angry footsteps, at that. To say that Storm was pissed would be a spectacular understatement. The Scotswoman had been brimming with anger, all the way here. She had made the trip almost on autopilot, as her brain ran furious imaginings of what she was going to do to Wendy once she got hold of her.

She felt sorry for Lyssa, too – her poor partner had stuck by her throughout this feud, and now she was suffering in cause of a rivalry that Storm had stoked. Storm almost felt guilty for not having tortured Wendy more when she’d had the chance. Maybe if the bitch had been truly broken, she wouldn’t be chancing this retaliation now.

Her mind swirling, Storm marched on Wendy’s apartment. Slipping off her jacket in preparation for a scrap, she was clad in her casual gym pants and short vest top. She hadn’t stopped to think of a plan of attack, beyond ‘kick down Wendy’s door’, and her angry advance was pulled up a little by the discovery that the door was already ajar.

Frowning, Storm pushed forwards, stumbling into the darkened room.

“The fuck is this? Face me, you coward,” she snarled, throwing her jacket and purse aside in open challenge.

She wouldn’t like the answer. As the lights came up, Storm blinked in confusion, bringing a hand up to shield her eyes. This irritation was nothing compared to what was coming, however.

A click, a stinging pain in her bare midsection, and then an otherworldly crackle. Storm’s senses hardly had time to register the component parts of the taser shot, before her whole body was engulfed with a blast of violent, numbing pain.

“AGHH-HNGGH!!” she spluttered feebly, horrified by the godawful electric shock that had gripped her body.

Paralysed, she toppled forwards, the wrestling mats on the floor rushing up rapidly to meet her face. The heavy thud was barely felt through the existing taser charge. Crumpled, face-down, convulsing in pain and powerless to resist what was happening to her, the acrid tang of the sweaty mat was the last thing she registered before her world went black.

The big brunette lay sprawled and motionless for a moment in the centre of the room.

“Ha! Brilliant!!” Lyssa snorted harshly, enthused by the success of her new toy, and somewhat unconcerned by her partner’s ordeal as its unwitting test subject.

[BlackAkuma]

If Wendy had to be honest, she wasn’t big on this sort of approach. She had no problems ganging up on people or surprising them, sure, but there was something about skulking around in the dark like a thief - in her own home, no less - that left a bad taste in her mouth. She was sure that part of it was her wanting another, legit crack at Storm, too. Partly for revenge, but there were some competitive sparks, there, too. They’d gone to war, and she’d been close to coming out on top, so close. If they ran it back, she was sure she could get the better of the Scotswoman on a second try.

But not today. They’d get their chance to throw hands again, she was sure, even if this partnership worked out as well as Lyssa seemed convinced it would. For now, she was locked into the little Brit’s plan. Call it a ‘team building exercise’.

Sure enough, Storm came stomping up towards her apartment, about as quiet and subtle as her namesake. Wendy was really surprised that she was so gung-ho about it, too - she had to know it was going to be some kind of trap. She and Lyssa seemed close, sure, but the way the woman came rushing in seemed more than you’d expect. There was a special energy to it, like a knight coming to save her princess in the tower. Desperate, fearsome, dangerous.

In she came. The light was flicked on. The taser did its thing. Down she went.

”...huh.”

Wendy wasn’t 100% sure what she was expecting. Maybe a little noise, maybe a little fight. But nope - she just went down. Plop. Out like a light. She was a big girl, too, so… ”Jesus, how much voltage was in this thing?”

Wendy set the taser on her kitchen table, careful not to shock herself with the damned thing, and moved over to Storm’s downed form, hurriedly skipping her way. She had no idea how long that would put the big woman down for, but if she had to guess? Not long at all. ”Here, help me get her up.”

It was a short trip to her bed from there, though it might not be the easiest - Storm wasn’t a light girl, not that Wendy had any room to talk. Somehow, someway, she and Lyssa managed it, and got their victim - and would-be partner - onto the mattress, where the room was already waiting.

”You get the legs, make it tight” Wendy tossed a set of ropes to Lyssa, then took her own and quickly got to work Storm’s upper body, stringing her up quickly and efficiently. She also made sure to tie her to the base and not the posts - the last thing she wanted was for her to pull them out like she’d done when the situation was reversed.