Three's a crowd

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Several days had passed since the fallout from the feted ‘Facesit War’, when the defeated Wendy had been dragged backstage and deposited in a dungeon, for her enemies Storm and Lyssa to take full advantage of.

Take advantage, they certainly had. Storm had indulged in some straightforward sadism, simply looking to punish Wendy for all the trouble she’d caused her. Lyssa, though, had been on the lookout for more. Sure, she’d tortured Wendy, but she’d also tried to turn the win into an opportunity. Ever since Lyssa had helped ambush Wendy in her own apartment, the blue-haired Brit had found herself envious of her setup. Wendy had a nice, well-appointed place in an expensive part of this expensive city, evidently paid for (at least in part) by the proceeds of her domination gig, whereby she would be paid handsomely to make other people suffer.

Lyssa liked money, and she liked cruelty, so she absolutely wanted to be part of that. Rather than try and muscle-out her more experienced rival, though, the manipulative little spitfire had offered her services to Wendy in a budding alliance of backstage bullies.

For now, the gamble seemed to have worked. Wendy had taken a few days to think about it (either waiting for the sting of her beating, or the endorphins of their sex session to wear off), keeping on Lyssa on tenterhooks before finally indicating she was open to a team-up.

Lyssa, for her part, had been on her best behaviour, offering to help with Wendy’s domination videos for a day, bumping them up to 2-on-1 spectacles, at no extra cost. Of course, the jump in profile that Lyssa would get from this association with Wendy was huge, and far outweighed any waived appearance fee, but Lyssa was pleased she could frame this as a favour.

The poor souls that had turned up to Wendy’s apartment to tangle with her today, hadn’t known what hit them. Lyssa had played the role of domme sidekick well, letting Wendy take the lead as she wrangled her victims, but keenly adding trash talk and extra punishments wherever she could. A head scissor would be coupled with a belly punch and leg lock; a raised camel clutch would be upgraded with a stinkface. Lyssa had genuinely tried to learn some craft from Wendy, and the resulting squash matches had been extra devastating.

As the day’s final jobber limped towards the apartment door, Lyssa turned to her associate with a smile.

“So, what do you think? Do I make a good partner in crime, or what?” she beamed.

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Wendy hated sharing. She’d never been a big sharer as a kid, and that trend only grew worse - or better, she’d say - as she got older. It didn’t just stem from being an only child, either. Growing up, ‘sharing’ typically equated to some other lazy fucker getting a piece of her hard work, stealing what was hers because the teacher allowed it. People were always taking advantage of stuff like that.

So, when Lyssa proposed the idea of sharing in her work, she was, initially, skeptical. Yes, she was playing nice with the little brat, trying out this teamup thing, but they were still in the trial phase. She wasn’t 100% on board. The idea of trusting someone else was just…new. Even ignoring the way they’d met, it was an iffy prospect.

Curiosity finally got her over the hill, though, and she invited Lyssa over for a day of video shooting, dominating, the basic stuff. Her subs liked it well enough to pay extra, and things went off mostly hitch-free. While her clients got into her because they wanted a big girl, that didn’t mean they were opposed to a cute little tagalong adding to the fun, and, much as she hated to admit, Lyssa was pretty good at the whole thing. Probably because she was a sadist who would do this sort of stuff for free.

It worked out, that was the important thing. Even better, it worked with little added cost on Wendy’s behalf, with Lyssa not even asking for a cut. Making the same money for less effort was something she would never have a problem with, so all was good.

At the end of the day, as the final sub slinked his way out with a limp that he should really get checked out, Wendy found herself on the couch. The last guy had really been into cowgirls, for whatever reason, so she was still dressed up like one - Daisy Dukes, cowboy boots, a tied-up red shirt that made breasts bulge out, and, of course , the hat. She sat there, crosslegged, and counted her money. It was a good haul, all in all, better than usual. Not only had they paid more for extra, but a couple of them even left a tip. That, she could get used to.

Wendy only paused the counting when Lyssa spoke, glancing up her way before looking back down and getting back to it. She kept her face blank, unreadable. ”Eh, you did all right. I guess.” She didn’t want to give too much away, couldn't feed that ego too much. ”We can do this again, sometime.”

Though she might not have wanted to give out too much praise, what came next showed her appreciation well enough - she split the money up, set a chunk of it aside, and held out the rest for Lyssa to come over and take. ”Here. 25%.” She trusted the little woman was smart enough to realize that Wendy wasn’t the type to part with money unless she felt the other person truly deserved it.

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Lyssa raised an eyebrow as Wendy held out a wedge of cash. This was more generous than she had been expecting! Self-effacing souls might have politely declined, but Lyssa liked money almost as much as she liked tormenting people, and the tempting sight of the proffered notes was too much to resist. Beaming, she padded up to Wendy and took payment.

“Aww, thank you!” she smiled with uncharacteristic sweetness, and stretched up on her toes to plant a friendly kiss on Wendy’s cheek as a signal of her appreciation.

“Look forward to doing this again! I feel like I am learning from the best,” she grinned. “By the way, I am loving that cowgirl look. Goes well with your accent, might be a good gimmick for you in the ring,” she mused. “I know you’re already thinking of things you could do with a lasso.” Smirking, Lyssa moved to the side and tucked her tip money into her bag. She would probably burn through that in no time, but it would be nice to have whilst it lasted.

“Seriously, this has been great. I really want to make this work, and I meant what I said about getting you a gang, to have each others’ backs whilst we tear up the softer bitches in this place.”

Lyssa chewed her lip as she mulled over what she was about to say next. As an inveterate schemer, she knew she had to choose her words with care when dragging people into her half-formed plots.

“So. If I could get Storm to fight side-by-side with you, do you think you could trust her? I think she could be a kick-ass partner for you, if we could just move past the whole, erm, cycle of revenge violence thing? If you want it, I can make it happen.”

Lyssa watched Wendy eagerly, wondering if she would go for this. Unlike Lyssa’s usual plots, this one was actually a genuine offer (at least in spirit), although the blue-haired girl was still worried the other woman would call bullshit on some of the practicalities of this plan, since she hadn’t actually mentioned any of this to Storm, at all.

[BlackAkuma]

”Hm.”

Wendy took the kiss on the cheek with the mildest of huffs, holding back some of her wilder emotions for the moment. The little Brit gave her one of the best fucks she’d had in a good long time, and the skin contact and the smell and her voice brought back all the right memories. Granted, it probably helped that said fuck came on the tail end of being sexually denied for hours on end, and there was no way she was going through that again just to recreate the feeling.

While Lyssa slipped the money into her bag, Wendy tucked the lion’s share in her bra, stretched her arms up high, and proceeded to flop back on the couch, landing so hard that she moved it a few inches on contact. A shower was what she really needed, something to get the smell of sweaty incels off her, but she’d get to that after taking a quick rest.

She took the cowgirl hat off for a second and gave it a look over, as she gave Lisa’s little suggestion some thought. She did like the look. More skin was better, and the top was prime for tit-smothering. She didn’t much care for Westerns and shit like that, but there was something to be said for having a distinct look. Might actually get some merch sales sent her way.

She slipped the hat back on and crossed her fingers behind her head, lying back and putting on a lazy smirk. ”’Whilst’. Think you’re the first person I ever met who actually used ‘whilst’ in a sentence.”

Joke as she might, she could tell that Lyssa had something on her mind, a question she’d been aching to ask for the longest, and it didn’t take much imagination to guess what that was. Sure enough, she addressed the elephant in the room, the bridge they’d need to cross to make this whole thing - whatever it was supposed to be - work. They needed the Scot on board.

”I dunno. I’m American, we love a good cycle of revenge.” Wendy breathed deep and tipped the hat down to cover her eyes, as she settled into the couch. After a moment of thought, she curled her finger Lyssa’s way, then patted her lap. ”Take a seat, girl. Give me the pitch.”

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“’Whilst’ is a normal fucking word,” Lyssa spat back playfully in her unpolished native British. “We can’t all talk like cowgirls, love.”

The bluenette drank in the sight of Wendy sitting down and spreading comfortably across the couch, before assertively patting her lap in invitation.

For a fraction of a second, Lyssa felt a hint of irritation. Look at her, acting like she owns the place, her prideful side complained, but she immediately swallowed that thought down. While it was true that Lyssa was used to being the more domineering girl in her normal pair-ups, she knew she would have to adjust her expectations accordingly with Wendy. Hell, she had just spent the afternoon playing up to the sidekick role, and it had still been pretty enjoyable.

Lyssa smiled obligingly, and sauntered over to the seated Southerner, before perching her pert derriere down on Wendy’s powerful thigh.

“Cycles of revenge can be fun...” she purred, enjoying the closeness to Wendy’s curvy body. “...but in the end, you’re still going round in circles, aren’t ya? Well, we can do better than that, and since you’re playing nice, I want to reward you properly. With me and Storm at your back, we could wreck some serious face.”

“Now, Storm’s a stubborn old girl, and I won’t lie, she is still a bit sore about the whole unprovoked beating thing you gave her. But, hear me out, I know her, and I know exactly which of her buttons to press to make her do as she is told.” Lyssa licked her lips, smiling playfully as she made her pitch. “She might react a bit badly at first, but I can absolutely get her on board. There is a slight risk that she might try and, um, smash your face in, but there’s a simple fix for that – we make sure she is tied up nice and tight when we give her the good news. Once it sinks in, she’ll get over herself, I promise.”

Lyssa held Wendy’s gaze. “So, two questions. One, do you wanna help me trap Storm, and assuming you do… can I trust you not to be excessively brutal once you’ve got her?” Lyssa’s devious smile firmed a little at this final point; she knew she was playing with fire, and she wanted to know where Wendy’s head was at with this.

[BlackAkuma]

”It’s a normal word if you live in goddamn Victorian England. Which you don’t. So.”

To be fair, she said that with zero experience, but she was mostly just fucking around, anyway. Come to think of it, Lyssa was the only person from those isles that she’d come to know in any real capacity. She’d always seen the British as kind of stuck up, hoity-toity, not her sort of people, but hanging out with Lyssa and throwing down with Storm had her reconsidering certain notions and stereotypes.

Maybe she should make a trip, someday. She’d always wanted to see Stonehenge…

For now, though, she made do with her own little world wonder, as Lyssa came over and sat her pretty little ass on Wendy’s thigh and flashed those pretty eyes her way. She tipped her cowgirl hat down as the woman went into her spiel again, selling the idea her way.

She nodded along as Lyssa laid out her vision for them as a power trio, but she was only half-listening to it. The sales pitch wasn’t really needed, she’d already bought into it. Her big question wasn’t a ‘what’, it was a ‘how’ - as in ‘how do we get this big bitch who hates my guts to play nice?’

Lyssa seemed to have some thoughts on that. Wendy liked that these thoughts seemed to include, at the least, tying Storm up. But it seemed to come with caveats.

”Hm.” She contemplated the question for a few seconds, before she shrugged. ”Define ‘excessive’. Vague word, there.” She tilted her head to the side. ”I’m guessing you don’t want me putting pliers on her tits and shocking her while we fuck? Nothing that crazy, right?”

…yeah, maybe she was still a little sore about that. Figuratively and literally.

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Lyssa gave a soft little sigh as she settled into her position atop Wendy’s lap. She’d initially bristled inwardly at taking up this perch – though it wasn’t exactly a subservient one, it did highlight the huge size discrepancy between the two women. Lyssa did not like feeling small. That said, she couldn’t deny there were some positives to being able to snuggle up against Wendy’s ample curves, and she snuggled up amicably, making herself comfortable as she continued chatting.

Not one for subtlety, Lyssa purred appreciatively as Wendy laid out a surprisingly lurid plan to tie, shock, and tease Storm whilst the two of them went at it. “Ooh! We could do that,” she exclaimed, squeezing Wendy’s thigh, pleasantly surprised by this first suggestion. “I mean, it’s maybe a bit much considering…. oh.”

The penny dropped. Lyssa cursed herself for being slow to miss that, while being a ‘bit much’, it was exactly what she had done to Wendy. She pursed her lips guiltily and looked up at Wendy wide-eyed, pulling a little face that acknowledged she’d been caught out.

Lyssa wasn’t one for dwelling on the past, though. “Aww, are you ever gonna let us forget that?” she pouted, stroking Wendy’s back. “I’m making it up to you, aren’t I?”

Lyssa licked her lips thoughtfully. “Look, if it helps, I really don’t mind you having a little bit of revenge on Storm. I know she got under your skin a bit.” Lyssa gave Wendy’s thigh a gentle squeeze. The bluenette was as quick to make promises that other people would have to cash, as she was quick to deflect blame onto anyone but herself.

“As long as she can like, still walk afterwards, it’s all good. I think she’s got a match coming up, and we can’t go fucking up her career or anything, then she will be mad. So nothing like the shit you pulled when you first met her, okay?” Lyssa threw back, referencing the ambush-beating that had left Storm in pain for days, and reminding Wendy that she was far from blameless in all of this.

“Remember, we want to all be friends afterwards. Or, at least, not ripping each other’s heads off. So no lasting damage, and it’ll all be fine. I mean, I’ve pulled some pretty mean pranks on Storm in my time, but as long as it’s nothing permanent then she’ll usually forgive you. Eventually.”

Lyssa was rambling a little, but she hoped her babbling was helping Wendy to look forward rather than back.

[BlackAkuma]

”No.” Wendy answered Lyssa’s question with barely even a second of thought. ”No, I’m not ever going to let you forget that.”

Being honest, Wendy wasn’t even that mad about the act itself, as much as it had pissed her off at the time. She was jealous, maybe more than anything. She’d fucked up people pretty bad her in day, sure, but what they’d pulled with that was some next-level fuckery, and she kind of wanted to do something similar one day. Putting that back on Storm would be some sweet revenge. Vicious cycle be damned.

But…she had already put her down to making this thing worked. Some concessions would have to be made, even she knew that. That would likely include not stringing the bitch up and electrocuting her.

Wendy looked down at the woman as she continued to make her case. She was getting a bit rambly, but the point was being made - Storm was no good to anyone broken, if they wanted this to work they needed her intact, all well and good. She kept her face impassive for the most part, but when she reached the end of the soliloquy, Wendy finally shrugged and eased up.

”Fine, fine.” She leaned back and laced her fingers behind her head, as she lazily rolled her hips upwards for a slow grind against Lyssa’s lap. The little terror did feel damned good sitting there, might as well make the most of it. ”I won’t break the bitch. Not past fixing, anyway.” She tipped her hat up at the woman. ”I swear, this wrestling thing ever doesn’t work out for you, you got a future in telemarketing.”

Meant to be a compliment, might not have come off as one. Wendy sighed and tipped the hat back down, covering up her eyes as she lounged. ”So what’s the plan, exactly? I’m guessing you don’t want to just jump her and chain her up.”

As fun as that would be for Wendy, it would be chaos, and up the chances of permanent damage. Didn’t strike her as Lyssa’s style, given the way they’d first met. She was a schemer. Schemers always had ideas.

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Lyssa’s nose wrinkled in irritation as Wendy re-iterated her determination not to forget the multiple humiliations that the British wrestlers had heaped upon her as part of their feud. The petite girl quickly supressed her ire, though; this was a problem for another day. Lyssa would prefer to be able to put full trust in Wendy, rather than having to half-watch her back all the time, but the added complication wasn’t unworkable. Hell, it would at least keep their relationship interesting, and would force Lyssa to stay sharp if she wanted to keep one step ahead.

She pouted again, but more knowingly this time, as Wendy compared her to a telemarketer. “Wendy,” she began in a scolding tone, before breaking into a smirk. “I might torture people for fun and profit, for hours on end… but I have standards,” she giggled, squeezing Wendy’s knee.

“Anyway, yes. Random ambushes can always get a bit... messy. I have something much better in mind!” Lyssa beamed, hopping up from the bigger girl’s lap in order to retrieve something from her bag.

“I was thinking… taser!” Lyssa smiled, producing the weapon with a flourish, and eagerly looking it over. “I got this the other day, and I’ve been itching to try it out on someone. Storm always makes a good guinea pig for these kinds of things,” she cackled harshly.

“Should be perfectly safe,” she insisted, before Wendy could interject. “I’m thinking, get her to come here, she walks through the door and… ZAP!” she mimed the attack gleefully. “One neutralised Storm, all served up for us. And cos you’ve got these wrestling mats down, she’ll have a nice soft landing, no one will get hurt! Well, not too much….”

Lyssa put the weapon back in her bag for now. “We just need to trick her into coming back to your place, somehow. Either I try and tempt her with another attack on you, or… hmmm… I suppose we could make out like you’ve captured me or something, and she has to come here and rescue me. What do you reckon?” Lyssa mused as she padded back over to the couch, clearly enjoying the plotting.

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Wendy shrugged off the nose wrinkle, not giving Lyssa’s consternation too much concern. She got where the mighty mite was coming from, wanting everybody to be all hunky and dorey, but it wasn’t going to be that easy. People don’t forgive easy, and nothing ever gets forgotten. She’d always have the tiniest smidge of a grudge burning in her black heart.

Besides, it was nice to know that she could through the tiniest monkey wrench in Lyssa’s best laid plans and fluster the woman a little bit.

But it was mostly just chewing wasps on her part, nothing serious. She was down with the plan, and looked on, curious, as Lyssa hopped away to retrieve a new toy, which turned out to be…

”A fucking taser.” Wendy chuckled and tipped her hat up to get a better look. She actually had a taser of her own, but it was just a sex toy. It looked scary, long and black and red with ominous prongs on the end, but it hurt about as much as getting pricked with a rubber band. Lyssa’s, on the other hand, looked like the real deal. ”Seriously, what is with you and electricity? Is it just ‘cause of the whole Lightning theme, or is that your kink?”

Wendy sat up as Lyssa went over the particulars, liking the setup for the most part. The skeleton was solid, but it seemed the woman needed to put some more meat on the bones. She could help with that.

She stood up, stretched, and thumbed towards the bedroom. ”Get on the bed, bring your phone. We’ll do it like I did the first time - use your phone to call her up, Facetime, make it look like I’m rough you up on the bed.”

Wendy stepped over to the door and opened it, just a fraction - close enough that it wouldn’t let too much air in and passerbys wouldn’t notice. ”She’ll come running, all in her feelings, burst in through the door, you give her a few good zaps - or me, don’t matter much - then we drag her to the bed, tie her up, and we go from there.”

Sounded solid to her, and Wendy began her stroll towards the bedroom with her hands on her hips and the cockiest swing in her step. ”Got any particular positions you wanna be in?”