The Spoils of War

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy was many things, but forgiving? Never that. She was more the type to hold onto a grudge until her dying days, and any slight, real or imagined, was guaranteed to be paid back at some point. While she could push certain things aside, there was always going to be a niggling little part of her that would remember what happened here and look for a bit of payback.

But not today. Not tomorrow. Not for a little while. Today, right now, she was just going to lie back and accept the positive turn of events.

”Don’t call it trust, then.” Wendy sighed as one of her legs was let loose to flop on the floor, and all her blood rushed to the proper extremities. ”Trust’s too fickle, anyway. Shift’s too easy. ’Mutual interest’? I get mine to help you get yours? That, I can work with.”

And there went the other leg. Her muscles tensed up, needing a few moments to reset, but she got them in order soon enough and rolled over to her stomach, then pushed up at Lyssa’s request to rise to her knees. She bent out and stretched her arms as the creaks and cracks echoed through her body. She wiggled her fingers and lifted her arms, giving Lyssa all the access she could want.

”Yeah. Keys are kinda important.” She rolled her wrists around to fight the chaffing. ”Use zipties, next time. Cheaper, can do a lot more stuff with them, less hassle.”

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“Ahh, zip ties, of course. Quick, light… might well be adding those to my toolkit,” Lyssa cooed, as she cast her eyes over the ring, as well as the scattered S&M detritus that had resulted from their earlier scrap.

“See, this collaboration is working already!” she beamed, before returning back to where Wendy was kneeling obligingly. Lyssa knelt behind the white-haired woman. She was encouraged by Wendy's attitude so far; openly admitting to being fickle was fine as far as Lyssa was concerned. As long as they were on the same side today, then everything else was a problem for tomorrow. Lyssa decided to gamble, and give Wendy her arms back.

“Look what I found!” she said breezily, reaching over Wendy’s shoulder to jangle the handcuff key in triumph, planting a kiss on the side of her cheek, before reaching down to unfasten the shackles from the Southerner’s wrists.

Lyssa pretty much immediately began to grope the other woman, reaching round from behind to caress her large breasts. She didn’t want to give Wendy too much time to rethink her position on forgoing immediate revenge… plus, her own desires were quickly simmering back up again.

“Look what I also found,” Lyssa grinned, producing a strap-on dildo she’d found over on the floor, and displaying it to Wendy. From behind, she would start rubbing the sex toy between the kneeling girl’s thighs, gently but insistently offering the prospect of a good, firm fuck to celebrate her newfound freedom.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy would admit, it was kind of nice to ‘talk shop’ about this sort of thing. It was a rare opportunity, one she couldn't recall indulging in. She put most people off for various reasons, some of which were legitimate, while others were not. She didn’t care much - or so she told herself. But throwing an idea off to a like-minded individual and having it bounced back was, well…fun? Fun. It was a new feeling, one she didn’t hate.

Speaking of feelings, her arms regained them when Lyssa unlocked the cuffs, and Wendy sighed as she brought them around and rolled her shoulders. All that time hanging up had done a number on her, and combined with the match beforehand, she was running on fumes. After this was over, she was going to go home and sleep for a day straight, with intermittent bouts of Netflix mixed in.

But she had some energy left. Not much, but some. Enough for a little fun.

She closed her eyes and moaned as Lyssa’s fingers found her breasts and fondled them, caressed them, massaged them. Her flesh was still tender from all the abuse, which ironically made her that much more receptive to the pleasure, sending an electric shock through her veins.

Wendy arched her back when she felt the strap-on pressing against her - not a bad idea, really. Things were going in the right direction, but she needed to make a couple of little changes. Set her own pace. ”C’mere.”

Wendy reached up, grabbed Lyssa’s head and brought her down to the floor with a rough pull, practically slamming her. The woman might’ve mistaken it for an attack - and it was, sort of. But if she thought it was, those worries would likely be quelled when the Backstage Bully descended and brought their lips together for a fierce, dominating kiss, practically devouring lips with a burning passion.

They’d fuck. Sure. But Wendy was done being in the submissive position. Whatever energy she had left, she was going to use to seize the reigns.

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Lyssa felt a thrill of anticipation, and not just because she was grinding up against a gorgeous, curvy blonde. No, the real excitement here was the gamble of giving Wendy her freedom back. Lyssa loved to take risks – or, more accurately, to take risks and win.

For a moment, she thought she’d misjudged, with Wendy grabbing her head and throwing her to the floor. The bigger woman still had surprising strength, despite her hours-long ordeal. Doubt flashed across Lyssa’s face, but before she could process it, Wendy had moved in for a passionate kiss.

Lyssa purred appreciatively, relaxing a little as the threat of violence subsided. She let herself enjoy Wendy’s hungry lips, probing back with her own tongue, and letting her hands wander over the Southerner’s delectable bare skin.

There were still stakes here, though, as Lyssa saw it. It was hardly surprising that Wendy had brushed aside the strap-on; she’d witnessed Wendy’s penchant for being on top first hand. It would, however, set a poor precedent for the two dommes’ relationship if Lyssa simply rolled over and took a face-fucking.

It was subtle, but Lyssa was careful not to give too much ground as the girls groped and kissed, staying side-by-side on the dungeon floor. Lyssa broke off from the kiss to nuzzle her partner.

“All these toys and you just want me… I’m flattered,” she cooed sweetly, lowering her head so that her lips and tongue could start caressing Wendy’s breasts, whilst her deft fingers began to slip teasingly between her thighs.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy did not smell all that good right now, and truth told, she needed a shower - a hot, steaming shower - in the worst way. The match itself had been grueling, but then there were the hours she spent in this room, languishing. Her skin was soaked with sweat, permeated with it, and she briefly entertained the thought of dragging Lyssa to the showers and making her clean up the mess.

Nope, no, that wouldn’t do. Best to keep things in this room, instead of dragging it out. She was running on fumes as it was. It was a distant thought, one she quickly cast aside as their lips collided and Lyssa reciprocated her aggression, tongues tangling and lips suckling. Credit where it was due, she could see why Thunder’s big ass had been so quick to fuck with her partner. The little hellion had a touch about her, teasing and pleasing, and her taut body felt utterly divine beneath Wendy’s.

They broke the kiss, and Wendy brought her lips to Lyssa’s neck, kissing away as the woman huskily whispered into her ear, spurring her on. She was already going in the right direction, paying attention to her breasts while her fingers slipped between her legs.

Wendy thrust her hips forward, grinding against the touch. Above, though, she had something a little more personal in mind. She didn’t mind the kissing at her breast, but she wanted it in a specific place.

”Not there.” She reached over and grasped Lyssa’s hair - not too hard, just enough to force her head to move about, until her lips found the bruised spot on her breasts, still raw from the bite. ”Here.”

[hamish1024]

Wendy’s skin was greasy to the touch, and Lyssa could taste salt when she kissed her, an inevitable by-product of the gruelling physical ordeal that the bigger woman had been through this evening. Lyssa didn’t care; arousal and desire were fast building up within her, and they quicky overrode any mild disgust she might otherwise have felt about her partner’s state of dishevelment.

Plus, that state of dishevelment was largely Lyssa’s fault, so she could hardly complain, even if she were minded to.

The bluenette quivered as her neck was kissed, and listened intently to Wendy’s instructions. She wants to be kissed on her bite mark.

Lyssa’s eyes flickered up to Wendy’s own, trying to discern what Wendy was after here. Everyone’s tolerance for being teased was markedly different, and Lyssa had yet to fully experiment on Wendy’s weak spots. Sweet pain from kissing the tender flesh would be interesting, to say the least, though Lyssa knew there would be consequences if she inadvertently pissed this woman off.

It was a gamble, so of course Lyssa took it, greedily wrapping her lips around the red-raw skin on Wendy’s nipple and breast, and sucking on it firmly. She was careful not to get her teeth involved again, but her lips and tongue put firm, insistent pressure on the bruised flesh. As she did so, her fingers simultaneously slipped deeper into Wendy’s sex, giving the big woman pleasure and pain in equal measure.

[BlackAkuma]

Honestly? Half the reason Wendy asked her to kiss there was just to see how Lyssa would react. In that regard, she did not disappoint.

Confusion? Of course. It wasn’t exactly a normal request, especially coming from the woman she had just spent no small amount of time torturing. Probably seemed a little crazy…and it was. But then, she was about to have sex with a woman she would’ve ripped the head off of about ten minutes ago if she had the chance. Crazy was on the menu today.

She was curious to see if the woman would even go for it, but, in hindsight, that was a silly thing to question. Of course she did. With gusto, too. Wendy arched her back and let out a groaning moan as the pain reignited the sensitive spot, like fire on the skin, only this time accompanied by a wanton pleasure. She thrust her hips forward to grind against the woman’s waiting fingers.

”Yeah, right there, right there-”

Wendy pressed down, letting her breasts spill over the woman’s chest, enveloping it as she settled in. With her body so starved for pleasure, so sensitive, it didn’t take a whole lot to get her going - she was already primed, on-the-verge. She gripped Lyssa’s hair tight with her spare hand and held her tight, as if she needed - just a small act of dominance, a little attempt at control.

[hamish1024]

It was strange to think that, not too long ago, Lyssa had Wendy all trussed up as her personal throne, a fuck-toy that she could (and did) facesit to orgasmic oblivion. Now, the petite Brit was purely focused on the bigger girl’s pleasure, their bodies intertwined as lovers as they kissed and groped, Lyssa’s probing fingers slowly but steadily working their magic on Wendy.

It didn’t feel like a downgrade, though – whilst Lyssa was capable of breathtakingly sociopathic sadism with a hapless victim, playing with Wendy’s statuesque body as a free agent was, if anything, more enthralling. The frisson of danger certainly helped to add excitement; Lyssa knew she was playing with fire, underscored as Wendy took a firm hold of her hair. This woman could absolutely fuck her up, if she wanted.

And given the depths of unpleasantness their rivalry had plumbed, there was no doubt that Wendy absolutely wanted.

Yet Lyssa felt fearless. This was partly her natural, boundless self-confidence in her own ability to skate on thin ice. She also knew, though, that she could offer Wendy things far more enticing than their back-and-forth grudges had given so far.

For one, the orgasm that Wendy was deeply, deeply craving. Lyssa wasn’t big on empathy, but even she could tell that the earlier ordeal, of approaching a climax before being blocked, beaten, and tied up for hours, had seriously rewired the desire centres of poor Wendy’s brain. The white-haired woman was displaying an almost animal need for release now. Despite the firm hair pull, Lyssa was deliciously in control, fully aware of the cravings that were in her power to satisfy.

The bluenette played Wendy’s body expertly, slowly ramping up the pressure and intensity of their make-out and fingering session. Although Lyssa’s own needs were sated, this was still exquisite. It was not entirely dissimilar to torture – sensing the needs of Wendy’s body, and responding to them in juuust the right way, only with the script flipped, and the ultimate goal a pleasurable one.

Even Lyssa couldn’t draw this out for too long, though. Wendy was on the edge. As she started to feel the bigger girl quiver and spasm, the first signs of her oncoming orgasm, Lyssa went hard and deep, doing her best to maximise Wendy’s bliss as she ground against her. Breaking with the kisses, Lyssa would slip to the side and give a long, possessive lick up Wendy’s cheek, continuing to work the white-haired woman until she was fully satisfied.

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Fuck, Wendy needed this. On a spiritual level.

Fighting, winning or losing, tended to get her juices going. Even before she came to LAW. Pretty much every match she had was followed by a little late-night stress relief, sometimes at the expense of whoever she’d beaten, sometimes with a partner she stumbled across, sometimes by herself. It was just the way she was wired. Violence and sex set off all the right triggers.

But her bout with Storm left her more frustrated than usual, for obvious reasons. And then she came here, and among the other tortures she’d endured, Lyssa had spent no small amount of time keeping her on edge. Her entire body was primed, craving this all the way down to her fucking soul.

So, no, it wouldn’t take a whole lot for Lyssa to get her off, even if she was the worst lover Wendy had ever come across. And, as it turned out that was pretty far from the case. She knew where to touch, when and how. If Wendy had to guess, being Storm’s FWB gave her a wealth of experience when it came to pleasing larger women, and she was putting it to good use. Kind of a shame, she wished they could’ve stretched this out a little longer, made more of it, but she was so close to the edge that such a thing simply was not happening. It was a miracle she lasted as long as she did.

There was the plunge. Here it comes. Three, two…

”Fuck!”

Wendy let out a monstrous, hoarse cry as the voltage ran through her. Muscles tightened, her heart palpitated, her eyes fluttered. For a few, electric moments, she went rigid, hard as steel, and then…she collapsed, draping over Lyssa like a sweaty blanket.

”Fuck…oh, fuck…” She murmured through her haze, as she peppered the smaller woman’s neck with soft kisses and shuddered. ”Fuck, that was good. Thanks.”

It occurred to her she probably shouldn’t thank the person who so responsible for her being pent up in the first place, but screw it.

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Well, Wendy wasn’t subtle. This wasn’t exactly new information to Lyssa, but she couldn’t help but form a sly, private smile as the woman atop her quivered at her touch, stiffening and shaking before letting out an almighty shriek of blissful relief. Her orgasmic cry almost sounded pained. Lyssa half-wondered if it she’d spoiled it somehow, if she had pushed too long and hard, or maybe the act of giving in to her former tormentor was a bitter pill to swallow.

She needn’t have worried, though. Wendy soon slumped into a pleasant, post-coital daze atop her, even managing to mutter a tired ‘thank you’. Lyssa smiled again; her plans appeared to be working, and she had this woman right where she wanted her.

Mentally, anyway. Lyssa did grunt as Wendy flopped atop her, the Southerner’s hot, sweaty body pushing heavily downward. The blunette shuffled sideways an inch, to avoid getting totally squashed in this low-energy embrace, although she was still technically pinned at this point. Still, Wendy’s curvy body had ample padding, so it wasn’t an entirely uncomfortable position for her, and Lyssa could contentedly lay alongside her newfound partner. She idly traced her electric blue nails over Wendy’s upturned butt, and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Don’t mention it,” Lyssa replied dryly. “I want this to just be the start of a mutually… satisfying relationship,” she mused.

“My next gift… that bag over there has some fresh gym clothes for you, so you won’t have to crawl bare-assed to the showers. I assumed you were the same size as Storm, so I nicked the spares from her locker,” she explained. “No more humiliations for Wendy whilst she’s on my team,” Lyssa beamed, nuzzling into the white-haired woman.

“In return, I was kinda wondering about getting into some of your domme stuff. Like, if you ever wanted to do some two on one scenes, I promise I would be an excellent little understudy,” Lyssa tried to sound innocuous as possible with this request, although she knew full well that she was muscling in on Wendy’s established territory, which was why she had waited until this moment of calm to ask it.

“And if you’ve got a shit-list of girls you wanna fuck up, I am absolutely here to help with that. Actually, why am I saying ‘if’? I know you have,” Lyssa grinned playfully. “Well, with me and Storm, you have an actual gang now… so you can start thinking about causing some real trouble in this place.”

Lyssa wasn’t trying to get Wendy to commit to anything right now, but like any good little manipulator, she knew that this emotionally-charged moment, with their spent bodies entwined on the floor, was as good as any to start subtly extracting favours from her former foe.