The Spoils of War

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, fuck it, ideas. Wendy needed ideas. There had to be some way out of this, some way she could turn the tables. She’d done it once, she could get back in good steps again.

…it wasn’t coming to her. She made another try at the handcuffs, but all that accomplished was chaffing her skin, as if she needed more blemishes. That had been her last, best, and only chance a moment ago, taking advantage of Lyssa when she was still lax and had some openings to exploit. Now the bitch was wise to her, and worst of all, she was out for blood. Figuratively, maybe literally.

She could still talk shit back, though, and she planned to do that for as long as she could. ”Nah, what you need is my fist down your throat, and you’re gonna get it when I-”

She’d lost track of Lyssa for the moment, so when the woman came around and grabbed her tits, she yelped in shocked surprise. An involuntary moan of pleasure slipped out soon after, her body craving any pleasure she could get at the moment, but it only last for a few seconds, before those devious little fingers began squeezing and groping and poking, her little digits digging deep into the tender flesh, reigniting the bite marks from earlier.

Soon, but not soon enough, she let go and moved away, leaving Wendy to seethe on her knees, leaning up against the post for support. ”Yeah, yeah, you got me. Got me for now.” She breathed hard as she looked over her shoulder. ”But you damn sure can’t hold me in here forever. I’m gonna get out of here, sooner or later, and I’m gonna heal up, and I’m gonna find you, so what’s your grand plan, then, huh? Storm ain’t your 24/7 bodyguard.”

A good question, but one she wasn’t going to get the answer to right away. Lyssa came back around, this time with a device she recognized - a leg spreader. She had the same model at home, but never got around to using it; however, she was familiar with the general concept. She prepared to struggle, but her captor was one step ahead of her, ramming her face into the steel post before she could even get going.

That left Wendy in a stunned stupor, and by the time she came out of it, the little hellion had already done her devious work. She sagged and shook her head as the fog cleared, then shook about as she tried to pull her legs free from the shackles. They proved just as strong as the handcuffs, though. She was going nowhere, much less mule-kicking anybody.

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Lyssa let out a cruel little chuckle as she felt Wendy’s body quiver at the groping of her breast, the white-haired wrestler’s moan betraying her yearning for physical touch, even as Lyssa’s fingers switched to causing pain. The unfortunate denial of her orgasm during her brief period of dominance had obviously done quite the number on the handcuffed girl, who’d be dealing with a roiling mix of emotions right now.

Lyssa knew what it was like to be a slave to your wants; impulse control was hardly her strongest suit, and she could almost empathise with her victim. Almost; but not actually. Lyssa saw it as another avenue of attack, and one she would be sure to work through later.

For now, she savoured the sight of her statuesque captive writhe and rattle helplessly against her restraints, the pairing of handcuffs and leg spreader leaving her hopelessly stuck.

The realisation spurred a fresh wave of threats from Wendy, causing Lyssa to roll her eyes.

“Oh, you want to talk about the future, huh? In time, perhaps. I’d much rather talk about the present!” she beamed. “I’ve got a strong, sexy captive right in front of me, it’d be wrong not to enjoy the moment, right?” Lyssa purred, running her fingers through Wendy’s hair, and stroking the side of her face, before turning to make another trip to the scattered sex toys.

Her eyes quickly fell upon the wooden spanking paddle that Wendy had attacked her with. The red mark on Lyssa’s face attested to its sturdiness.

“You hit me with this, it’s only fair I get some payback,” Lyssa smiled, walking towards Wendy as she weighed the paddle in her hand. She raised it high and swung it down HARD, delivering an eye-watering spank to the handcuffed girl’s ass.

Lyssa cackled with glee as she continued to administer heavy ass slaps with the paddle. The blue-haired girl was rapt; Wendy was one of the biggest and strongest trophies she’d ever had, and dominating her felt delicious.

Spank after spank, Lyssa would show scant mercy. The marks on Wendy’s bare bum would soon redden deeply.

Eventually, after the initial exhilaration waned, Lyssa would take a breather. It was hardly a break for poor Wendy, though – Lyssa would decide to play on her wants again. Flipping the paddle round in her hand, Lyssa would use the handle to rub up between Wendy’s spread legs, toying with her captive in an entirely different way now.

[BlackAkuma]

While the little bitch loved to dish out pain, Wendy could tell that she was almost as skilled at giving pleasure, too, something she showed clearly with those groping fingers of hers. Not every woman knew how to handle a body like hers, but the little blue bitch had clearly gotten in her fair share of practice, no doubt from fooling about with Storm. As much as she tried to deny it, as much as she wanted to ignore it, there was no getting around how good it felt, and she couldn't stop the moans from coming out, despite her best efforts.

It was all too brief, though, as Lyssa moved on to taunting her again, running her hands through Wendy’s hair as she continued to fruitlessly struggle in the bonds. It seemed like she was getting pissed off a little while ago, but now that she was back in control, the troll was returning to her chirpy, cheery, devious self, which meant nothing but bad news for Wendy - the last thing she wanted for this woman to get creative.

She looked over her shoulder and watched, eyes widened as the woman grabbed the paddle. Another implement that was pretty close to one Wendy had at her own place, though there were some key differences - the biggest ones being those little metal studs around the edge, ones that would bite hard into her tender flesh.

Wendy shook her head as Lyssa wound up for a full swing. ”No, no, don’t-”

Lyssa did. Again, again, again. Each strike hurt more than the last, and while Wendy tried to hold on for the first few hits, she couldn't keep the screams contained for long, and they came flying out wild and unbidden. The only thing louder was the sound of slapping flesh, echoing all around them with a steady beat.

By the time Lyssa was done, Wendy was a heaving, sweating, sobbing mess, struggling to keep her cries contained as she kneeled on the floor, with her reddened ass quivering. The pain was so great that it took her a moment to even register the paddle’s gentle touch, but when she did, she shuddered and shook. ”Stop, just…stop for a second, please…”

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This was bliss. The sadistic Lyssa felt a strange sense of peace as she dished out a prolonged punishment with the spanking paddle. She honestly didn’t know what she liked the most – the satisfying sound of slapped flesh, the pitiful squirms and moans of her victim, or that plump round booty getting gradually redder and redder. Lyssa lost track of time, interspersing cruel spankings with teasing strokes between the captive girl’s thighs. Pain took priority over pleasure, though, and eventually the wicked paddle slaps forced Wendy to crack.

Lyssa paused and took stock, as Wendy pleased with her to stop. It was slightly disappointing to the blue-haired devil; she thought her trophy might have held out a little longer, before resorting to begging.

“Hmmm….” Lyssa licked her lips thoughtfully, enjoying her dominance as she pondered the fate of the handcuffed girl. “I suppose it does look a little sore back there now! At least it will be a little while before you can try and sit on anyone again, eh?” she sneered.

“Hahh…. Okay…. Maybe it is break time,” Lyssa sighed, rubbing her hands over her face and coming out of her cruel reverie.

Wendy might have been more careful what she wished for, though, as Lyssa walked back to the dungeon’s shelves, and soon finding inspiration in the assorted toys. She returned with a black drawstring bag, and tipped the contents out across the apron. “We’re not done Wendy. Not by a long shot.”

Nipple clamps. Lyssa ignored the protests of her victim, and cheerfully fastened the little silver devices to Wendy’s fulsome chest. “This is going to fucking suck for you,” she hissed malevolently, drinking in the fear and pain of her plaything.

The clamps were just the start. The bag contained weights as well, allowing Lyssa to add them to the clamps, ramping up the agony levels with some additional gravity-assisted pinching. Poor Wendy would be left stuck in a state of permanent discomfort.

“What’s wrong, you wanted to stop, didn’t you?” teased Lyssa. As much as she wanted to both fuck and fuck up Wendy right now, she had decided to take a more sinister approach.

“I think you’re right. We should have a nice long break. I mean, fuck, I could do with a shower after that facesitting you tried to give me. Once I’ve washed that off, I might go out, see if any of the late bars are open, and if anyone wants to buy me a drink.”

Lyssa was having an awful lot of fun with this. “Maybe I’ll get lucky… and spend the night in a stranger’s bed, all the while thinking of you, back here. Of course, if I don’t get lucky, then I will have a lot of frustrations to work through...”

She gave Wendy’s ass a final slap, emphasising her teasing words, before turning to briefly gather her things, pulling her vest, jeans and boots back on as she prepared to depart for the night.

“You stay there Wendy, have a little think about what you’ve done. We’ll talk more later. Oh, but in case you think about calling for help…”

Lyssa produced a ball-gag. With the wickedest of grins, she leeringly rubbed the gag against her own moist pussy, before forcing it between Wendy’s lips, silencing the Southerner for good.

Humming happily to herself at the white-haired woman’s muffled protests, Lyssa pulled the now-empty drawstring bag over her captive’s head. Smirking, she sauntered out, leaving poor Wendy bound, naked, gagged, sense-deprived, and with constant pain in her tits. Wendy would have no idea how long this torment would last, either, since Lyssa herself hadn’t decided.

[BlackAkuma]

If Wendy had to rate Lyssa’s technique, she would say the woman wasn’t all that good at spanking. It wasn’t something she herself did all that often in sessions, but she was familiar enough with it to know both the right and wrong ways. The little she-devil was getting too lost in the blood rush, losing herself in the moment, wasn’t striking up a rhythm, was using too much full contact…

Unfortunately, all of that was making the experience that much worse on her end, as Lyssa went to town on her with reckless abandon, showing not an ounce of mercy. It felt like her ass was on fire, and the risk of real injury was drawing closer with each strike. She fought it as long as she could, as hard as she could, but after a moment, there was simply no holding back. Out came the cries. Out came the screaming. She was begging, pleading, sobbing, all of it, her barrier finally broken.

Thankfully, mercifully, it seemed to do the trick, as the beating stopped soon after, leaving her to sag in her restraints. She looked over her shoulder and saw her own ass, a reddened mass jiggling below, so sensitive and raw that every cool breeze along her skin felt like it was agony. But it was over, thank fuck it was over.

Wendy was right to think that, but only to a point. Yeah, Lyssa seemed to get her fill out of spanking, but did that mean she was done? No, far from it.

”What?”

She mumbled as her tormentress came back bearing gifts. She’d only been half paying attention to what Lyssa was saying, but she perked up at the sound of rattling chains, drawing her attention to the nipple clamps heading for her breasts. ”No, no-”

Yes. Lyssa snapped them on and secured them, nice and tight, more than than tight enough to support the weights that were soon attached to them. Wendy chewed on her lip, trying to fight the pain, doing her best to endure, but her resolve began to falter once Lyssa spoke and confirmed what her plan was.

”Ah!” Wendy jumped at the slap to her burning ass, shaking about and making the clamps that much worse. ”What, no, hey! You can’t leave me here, I need to eat, I need to drink, what if I need to use the-”

Her protests were abruptly cut short as Lyssa came back and shoved a pussy-drenched ballgag in her mouth, silencing her and filling her mouth with the woman’s heady taste. Her muffled cries filled the room, and only grew louder when the bag came over her head, sentencing to a hot, sweaty, hell.

The last thing Lyssa would hear before she closed the doors was a long, mournful wail…

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Hours passed.

Hours and hours...

It wasn’t quite the all-nighter that Lyssa had toyed with, although Wendy had still been left alone for an excruciating length of time. Lyssa had leisurely showered, and then dolled herself up with makeup. More than normal – it had taken quite a bit of blusher to disguise the bruise Wendy had stuck on her cheek, and so she complemented it with dark blue lipstick and eyeliner. Lyssa had smartened her outfit too, with a strappy black top, short black skirt, and fishnet stockings to add to the dommy vibe, along with her usual boots and choker. She’d made a cursory pass of the LAW bars, but couldn’t resist coming back to Wendy.

The blue-haired girl was absolutely buzzing as she returned to the backstage dungeon, with a bag of fresh supplies in tow. Inflicting suffering on other people left her naturally elated, and she was eager to see what Wendy’s prolonged punishment had wrought.

“I’m baaack!” she trilled happily as she breezed into the room, dropping her things, sauntering up to Wendy, and pulling the bag off her head with a flourish. Lyssa’s eyes locked keenly on her victim, eager to savour her enemy’s distresses. Lyssa knew her bratty demeanour was annoying. It was of course the point, a way of salting a wound wherever possible.

“Phew, was it a bit sweaty in there?” she grinned at the gagged girl. “Lucky I didn’t leave you there all night, eh? I mean, I thought about it…. But the idea of coming back to fuck you up some more was just to great to resist!”

Lyssa ran her nails along Wendy’s red-raw backside, and slapped it again for good measure, revelling in her dominance.

“Aw, I’m joking, it won’t all be bad, I promise,” she beamed. She fetched a bottle of water from her bag, and approached her captive.

“Now, don’t do anything stupid – this is me being nice, and offering you a drink, okay?”

Lyssa slipped the ball-gag down from Wendy’s mouth, and gently offered her the water, curious how much fight her plaything would show at this point.

[BlackAkuma]

Hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours…

The good news - if you could call it that - was that Wendy was so drained that she didn’t have to use the bathroom, with everything sweated out before it could reach anything important. That meant, of course, that she had to spend all that time, all those hours, completely dehydrated with a bag over her head, which was a small hell all by itself.

For the first while, however long it was, she spent time trying to fight out of her bonds, rattling the cuffs, twisting, to absolutely no avail. That only made her wrists raw, to say nothing of the agony going on with her tits.

When she gave up on that, she tried calling for help, even though she could make about as much noise as a mouse under a pillow. It was a faint hope, but it was all she had, so she screamed, screamed so much, screamed to her lungs hurt…

Nothing.

Then came the blackouts. Wendy would pass out for a while, fall into a horrible slumber, then came back to life with a start, only to remember where she was and start panicking again. This pattern repeated - god, she couldn't even guess how many times. A dozen? Maybe. She lost track of time, completely, could’ve been here for days, not hours. What if Lyssa never came back? What if she got in a car wreck or what if she was really just that fucking crazy. What if, what if, what if…

By the time Lyssa finally came back, Wendy was a barely moving mess, her body laid out in an uncomfortable position with her arms on the ringposts, a pool of sweat beneath. She shuddered when the bag came off and jumped a little at the spank, but barely moved aside from that, a mere husk of a woman.

The moment the ballgag came off and the water was offered, she opened her mouth and eagerly sucked on that bottle, gulping it down a manic pace, so sloppy that half of it wound up falling off her lips. She looked like a rabid dog, wild and weary, but she couldn't have cared less, far past of the point of dignity now. All Wendy wanted to do was survive.

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Lyssa was rapt, watching in appalled fascination as the shuddering Wendy gulped down the proffered water.

The bitch looked truly broken.

If Lyssa had an ounce of empathy, she shouldn’t really have been surprised. The white-haired woman had been put through an astonishingly awful ordeal – intense pain in a prolonged stress position, coupled with degrading sensory deprivation. Still, you never knew how people would react to punishment till you tried it; from stubborn resistance, rabid fury, or quivering subservience, Lyssa had seen it all in her sadistic exploits, but still found it endlessly entertaining to observe.

The brunette wasn’t expecting Wendy to grovel, exactly, but she did seem sufficiently cowed by her chastening experience. Good, thought Lyssa. Maybe she will treat me a little more seriously now. She yanked the bottle away from Wendy’s lips, not wanting to allow her to be fully refreshed.

“Okay okay, that’s enough. You didn’t have a particularly nice time while I was away, huh?” she grinned. “Well, the good news is, you probably won’t have to go through that again, at least not for a little while, anyway.”

Lyssa detached the wickedly weighted nipple clamps, giving the hapless captive some reprieve from the pain.

“The bad news is, I am not done by a fucking long shot,” she snarled, taking the ball gag and pulling it back up into Wendy’s mouth. “Oh, the things I’m itching to do…” A cruel smile formed across her face as she surveyed the gagged girl.

Lyssa would start this new round of torment by casually pinching Wendy’s nose shut with her thumb and forefinger. What would normally be an annoyance, was now a brutally efficient smother, given the Southerner’s powerless position.

“I know I probably shouldn’t have to knock you out just to move you, but since you’ve already been naughty and tried to escape, I gotta be extra careful,” Lyssa chided, letting her victim know it was her fault that she was being smothered out yet again.

[BlackAkuma]

Beer, wine, champagne, vodka, sodas, shakes…Wendy had drunk it all, but she swore, nothing was as sweet as the water Lyssa gave her. She gulped it down, wildly lapping it up, and she could feel the liquid working its way through her dried system, dripping over her innards. Refreshing, rejuvenating, reviving, revitalising. It worked like magic, and while it wasn’t enough to bring her anywhere close to 100%, she at least didn’t feel like she was actively dying anymore. A massive improvement.

So, of course, it didn’t last. Lyssa pulled it away far too soon for Wendy’s liking, leaving her to dribble on the floor with her pursing lips. She tensed up, sagged, and breathed heavy. ”Thank…you…”

The words came out of her mouth before she even realized it, for reasons she couldn't even comprehend, but she was far past the point of caring.

Whatever small relief Wendy enjoyed was ruining when she took the nipple clamps off. As much as they hurt, the nasty little truth about things like that was how they hurt so much more when you took them off - all the blood rushing into her the tortured spots, all the sensations, all at once. It felt like someone had taken a torch to her tits and it left her shrieking, right up until the ball gag was stuff in her mouth again.

Too tired to fight back, Wendy accepted that, but having her nose pinched was more than she could take in this state. She jerked around, squirmed, desperately trying to pull her nose free, but it just wasn’t happening, not with her being so weak. The ballgag didn’t form a perfect seal, she could still breathe through her teeth, but there was a bare minimum of air she needed to stay awake and she simply was not getting it like this.

Her eyes fluttered, rolled back, her body seized up a fight time, and then…out.

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“Sleepy time,” leered Lyssa as she guided Wendy into oblivion. The bluenette was quivering in anticipation of what she would do with her long-awaited prize, and she had no intention of letting Wendy escape for a second time.

The statuesque Southerner fell limp in her smothering grip, slumping down but held upright by the handcuffs. This was no good – Lyssa wanted her plaything on her back. The ‘thank you’ that her prey had groggily blurted was food for thought… but Lyssa doubted Wendy would be thanking her for what came next.

Whilst Wendy slumbered, Lyssa used the nearby key to unlock her captive’s cuffs. The malevolent Brit pulled Wendy’s hands behind her back and re-cuffed them, before guiding the naked woman down to the floor. To eliminate any chance of escape, Lyssa would unfasten one side of the leg spreader, pulling Wendy’s ankles up and around the adjacent turnbuckle, and then re-attach the device.

Wendy was now in a hopelessly vulnerable position – laid on her back, hands cuffed behind her, with her legs raised, spread, and locked to the corner of the ring, leaving her with no way out. Exactly the way Lyssa liked it.

The blue-haired brat took a second to savour the sight. She was horny as hell, having waited a long time to have her way with this woman, and patience was not her strong point.

Still, she could indulge some foreplay. She ungagged Wendy, keen to hear her cries, as she kicked the floored girl hard in the ribs.

“Wakey wakey,” she cackled, stamping on Wendy’s upturned chest. Lyssa was far from the heaviest of wrestlers, but her solid boots would still cause some suffering as she outright stood on her victim, literally walking all over poor Wendy in a sadistic trampling session.