Investigating a witch

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It seemed that Wendy finally realized that she would not be getting answers out of Leona with the state she was in. Something that made the blonde slightly thankful for the erotic compound. If she was fresh, then Wendy would have no chance of getting any info from her. Her body and mind were acting strangely, and Leona had to constantly keep her mind in check to keep herself from saying anything.

Instead all that came out of her mouth were more moans as her shorts were still pulled tightly against her crotch. Showing the outline of her highly sensitive and soaking sex. Then the witch let go and suddenly Leona was spun around and pressed against the lockers. The cold steel of the lockers pressing against her breasts sent shockwaves across her entire body. And Leona was certain that she would have fallen to her knees if it wasn’t for Wendy.

Her hips pressed against Leona’s ass and her breasts mushroomed in between her shoulder blades. Pinning the undercover agent against the lockers and easily silence her moaning with a hand over Leona’s gaping mouth. Though it was doubtful that the witch did that to silence the blonde and instead did it to smother her and deprive her of precious oxygen.

And finally her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Leona’s shorts and pressed against the sopping bare sex underneath. A muffled shuddering moan slipped between Leona’s fingers as her legs twitchedly closed together. Her juices running down her thigh, so close to the edge that all Wendy would need to do and push the final button to release it all.

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The blonde rookie really was out of control, a mindless sex puppet after the affects of Wendy's compound. She snickered deviously as she ground her plush frame up against her test subject, relishing all of Leona's moans and motions as she completely lost control.

She could feel the sodden dampness of the woman's sex as she worked her over, hearing the muffled cries of arousal escaping from the hand clamped over Leona's mouth. Wendy pressed her nose to the woman's ear, running her tongue up the side of Leona's neck. Her hips gyrated as she dry-humped the helpless woman from behind, pressing her hard into the lockers as she did.

"Cum for me, you stupid little slut," she laughed contemptuously, her fingers moving faster and faster to stimulate Leona's throbbing sex and bring her to what was sure to be a mind shattering orgasm...

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Muffled moans continued to flow out and slip between the cracks of Wendy’s fingers. No matter how much she tried to seal her lips, the noises would continue to find a way to make themselves heard. Even if it was just so only the two of them could hear. With each rub or grind or press against her body, another moan was forced from her as her body was sent closer and closer to the edge.

Her body was lit aflame with ecstasy and Leona’s mind was slowly being drowned out by all the sensations she was feeling. So when she felt Wendy’s lips come close to her ear and whisper her command while giving a final press of her fingers. The agent couldn’t stop her body from eagerly complying. Form freezing yet vibrating, Toes curling, eyes rolling up.

”MMMMMMMMM!!!!” she screamed as her body gave into a mighty climax. Her mind fading as the incredible pleasure rocked through her like a tidal wave. When it eventually ended, if Wendy were to step away from her. Then Leona’s body would slowly slide down to her knees, her face and cheek still pressing up against the cold metal of the lockers.

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With a final, muffled scream of ecstasy Leona was treated to a shattering orgasm, her body bucking and writhing in Wendy's grip. The sorceress let out a satisfied sigh as her prey melted in her grip, the blonde's body going slack. Withdrawing her fingers from beneath Leona's cum-soaked gym shorts, she finally released her grip, allowing the rookie wrestler's limp frame to slump forward to her knees resting against the lockers.

"Isn't that interesting," Wendy chuckled, looking down at the stupified form of her unfortunate victim. "Well, this has been a delight, darling, but I'm afraid I really must go."

Taking her cum-stained glove she clamped it down over Leona's nose and mouth, forcing the blonde to breathe in her own orgasm, before levering her back and shoving the other woman down to sprawl her flat on her back.

"Next time perhaps you should keep your nose out of things that have nothing to do with you." With her lesson delivered, and impromptu test of her new compound completely, Wendy strutted from the room, leaving Leona in a limp heap on the gym floor.

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With the release of such a powerful climax. It felt like everything drained out of the agent along with her juices. Her strength to stand and her mind to think were slow and malleable like putty. So it came to no surprise that once the witch finally backed away, the agent would slowly slide down the lockers before falling to her knees. Her cheek pressing against the cold metal whilst her hips jutted out behind her and continued to buck and twitch from the aftershocks of her climax.

The witches compound had only enhanced the effects of the orgasm. Making it incredibly more powerful than it originally was supposed to be. Which is why, when Wendy bent down to press her cum coated glove against Leona’s face. The agent let out another muffled moan and a twitch of her hips, her mind still in a deep fog. And she was struggling to escape it.

When she finally began to come to. Leona found herself lying on her back against the cold floor, and Wendy was nowhere to be seen. More than likely having finished her fun and decided to leave the agent there. A groan leaving her lips, but Leona soon would find that her body was too sluggish to properly move. Only able to roll onto her front and lean against a nearby bench. The effort to complete such a simple task had the agent panting, but that wasn’t the only thing she noticed.

The effects of the compound had yet to fully go away.

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"Gnnhh... no..." Ossi moaned as she finally awoke, having been left in a limp heap in the training room after Leona's attacks. The heiress slowly struggled to all fours and then back to her feet, leaning unsteadily on the ropes as she looked around.

She was alone.

"That snivelling wretch!" she cursed, flushing angrily at the disrespect of Leona having abandoned her unconscious body in the ring, a mark of utter contempt. Fizzing with rage, she clambered out of the ring, adjusting her skewed attire and heading for the locker room, looking to change and put this disaster of a day behind her. Leona's reckoning with the Arab beauty would come.

As it turned out... sooner than either of them thought! When Ossi entered the locker room she was stunned to discover her blonde haired foe lying in a heap on her front over one of the benches. She was groaning weakly, panting, and there was a strange scent lingering in the air. Glancing around to ensure no-one else was nearby, Ossi stepped forward, leaning down and taking a handful of Leona's hair.

"Well, well, well?" she crooned deviously as she eased the wrestler's head back to look her in the eye. "What happened to you, I wonder?"

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Wendy was gone, and Leona was left all alone with nothing more than some clothes soaked with sweat and “other fluids”. Her body still raging a terrible yet incredibly electric war inside of her body. Making the simple act of even rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling to the nearby bench an extreme effort. Leona’s body felt weaker than it ever has been before, and she knew the reason why was because of whatever was in that witches compound.

If there was one good thing to come out of this disaster, it was that her bag remained untouched in the corner of the locker room. Leona could only hope that whilst Wendy had her fun, the agents hidden device was able to get a big enough sample to figure out just what the heck was in that compound to make Leona feel this way. All Leona needed to do was take it easy and let the chemical run it’s course.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Leona’s luck was just particularly bad today. As the agent heard another occupant enter the locker room. At first, the agent assumed that it was Wendy returning for some more play time with the horny agent. However, Leona felt her hair get grabbed and her head tilted back. And she heard a familiar voice roll through her ears, a voice she most definitely did not want to hear in her state.

Ossi Shamar had woken up it seems, and has now found the precarious position Leona was in. No longer was there a look of bratty anger or indignant rage of the heiresses face. Instead Leona saw a confident yet devious smirk on the dark skinned woman’s face. Like a predator that had just found their prey trapped and weak. And she was going to play with her food.

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Leona was a complete mess, Ossi could see that much, a smirk quirking her lips as she observed the sodden state of her foe's tight shorts and her haggard, sweaty appearance. Whoever had encountered Leona had performed quite a number on the blonde. Ossi tightened her grip on the woman's hair, feeling an odd stir of arousal between her legs as she looked down on the sex addled wrestled. The strange, sickly scent seemed to linger, but she dismissed it, trying to refocus on what she really wanted here.

"I think, perhaps you and I should continue our match?" she said mischievously, ideas already forming in her mind. "I don't believe you managed to make my submit, did you?"

With that, she would haul Leona upright, one hand holding her opponent's blonde hair and the other twisting one of the woman's arms behind her back in a hammerlock. With the other wrestler secured, Ossi would frog-march Leona back towards the training ring to finish what she'd started, not about to waste this chance to enhance her reputation, no matter how it had come about.

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As if Leona didn’t think things could get any worse, the jobber she had just beaten before her run in with Wendy has returned. Ossi looked as if she couldn’t be happier with the sight in front of her, what with Leona’s weakened and drained state. Grabbing the blonde by the hair and forcing her to look her in the eye as she stated that they should continue on with the match they started with. Stating that, because Leona hadn’t forced Ossi to submit, the match wasn’t finished.

And the worst part was. The heiress was right.

Leona had been so busy with following Wendy, that she opted to simply just knock the dark skinned brat out instead of forcing her to tap. Leona had assumed that she would be in and out of the locker room no problems whatsoever. Only now, she was left with an extremely horny and sensitive body. And the woman she had ignored was looking down at her with her mind swirling with ideas. The first of which being, yanking the agent up to her feet and dragging her back to the ring so they could continue their match.

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Ossi marched Leona to the ring, unconsciously pressing her breasts against the blonde's back as they walked, the shimmer of arousal failing to fade from the Syrian's body. She tried to ignore it, and with an effort of will she shoved Leona under the bottom ropes to roll her into the ring.

Clambering in after her and taking a deep breath, Ossi would heave Leona to her feet.

"Now then, let's put things right, shall we?" Ossi sneered, before swinging one clenched fist up hard between Leona's legs in a savage low blow, the heiress not concerned about appearances in this back room battle. She felt the wetness of Leona's crotch on the impact and could smell the other woman's scent on her glove as she withdrew her hand. Her breath hitched in her throat but she tried to control the sensation, using a boot to push Leona over onto her back in preparation for her continued punishment...