Trojan Horseplay – Storm’s Revenge

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A little breathless, endorphins pumping from the workout that wailing on Wendy had provided, sweat starting to prickle on her pale skin – Storm was starting to feel some measure of satisfaction, as she straddled her helpless victim’s head, savouring the moment before she pulled the trigger and rightfully smothered this bitch into oblivion.

The strained ‘please..’ from the bound girl beneath her made this triumph all the sweeter. Storm purred happily, a cruel smile forming on her lips as she realised two things. Finally, finally, this feral enemy of hers was reduced to begging. Knowing that the monster could be broken, and made to swallow her pride, was a good omen for the future. Maybe, just maybe, Wendy could see sense, could see that she was to blame for all of this, that she had brought it on her own head, and she’d be more reasonable in time. If not, well… she’d been broken once, it’d be easier to do it again.

Storm’s second happy realisation was that, if Wendy was looking up and pleading, she would get an absolute face full of butt when Storm would drop down, full weight, with no warning. Which the sadistic Scot now did.

Wendy was in the middle of imploring her to wait, when Storm dropped her hefty hips, plunging her round posterior down, and driving her ass straight into the white-haired girl’s protesting face. There was a fleshy slap as the brutal reverse facesit was applied in the roughest of fashions, and Storm could feel Wendy’s nose pushing up against her tiny thong, as the Southerner was unceremoniously wedged deep in between her butt cheeks.

Storm cackled as she wiggled her hips, callously grinding her ass into Wendy’s smothered face, getting herself comfortable at the expense of her enemy. She’d been dreaming of this revenge for days, and nothing was going to stop her from enjoying every last second of Wendy’s suffering.

“Ohh, you want me to wait?” she leered, continuing to push her butt downwards, squashing and smothering her foe. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, you’ve got plenty of time. Well, however long it takes for you to run out of air, anyway,” she smirked, letting her victim know there would be no escape from a long, drawn-out, gruelling knockout.

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It was funny how the body could take over the brain in times like this, how you could find yourself saying things you didn’t want. Wendy wasn’t much into big-brained psychology stuff, but she figured there was something behind it. Fight-or-flight responses, survival instincts, that kind of thing.

Whatever the primal source, it forced words out of Wendy’s mouth that she hated, making her beg and plead as Storm’s ass loomed large. Not only was it pathetic, but it was pointless - she knew damn well there was no chance in hell of this woman not smothering her into oblivion. That was always the only way this was going to end, and she’d have a better chance convincing the sun not to rise. But she did it all the same, she tried, and sure enough, it didn’t get her anyway.

Wendy had the presence of mind to breathe deep as her ass descended, but that was the slightest comfort she’d enjoy, and she wasn’t even sure she could call it that - after all, it just meant she had to stay awake longer.

A deep, rumbling roar came from between Storm’s cheeks as the woman wiggled about, making sure her head was wedged in deep, almost swallowed by the suffocating cheeks. She twisted about, thrashing in the bonds and bouncing about on the bed, and her efforts grew so wild that she managed to pull one of the posts her leg was tied to loose and send it clattering to the floor, but none of it managed to buy her so much of a wisp of air. Storm was too heavy, and her facesit was too expertly applied. There was simply no escape.

It was a perfect seal, and the more Wendy struggled, the worse the toll became. Every spasm was weaker than the last, every shriek was quieter, and she could feel her world rapidly slipping away. She tried to hold on, fighting against all the telltale signs, but there was nothing to be done about it - she was fading away, and in a few moments, she’d be totally gone…

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“Oho, not enjoying yourself down there? Tough. Fucking. Luck!” Storm snarled as she ruthlessly ground herself right into Wendy’s face, pummelling the platinum-haired woman’s pretty features with her plump, sweaty posterior. Poor Wendy wasn’t going to get any more words out in this heavy, unrelenting smother, but Storm enjoyed the muffled shrieking as it send vibrations through her nether regions.

Storm was determined to make this payback as unpleasant as possible, but even she was taken aback at the ferocity of Wendy’s forlorn struggles. Since the victim was handcuffed and ankle-strapped, she’d expected her to at least partly realise she had no hope but to lie there and take it, but Wendy’s writhing and thrashing necessitated a little skill from Storm, as she angled her hips to ride out her seat’s furious struggles.

“Holy fuck!” Storm exclaimed as Wendy managed to tug loose one of her bedposts, more amused than anything. The reverse facesit stayed firm, thanks to the focused Scot, no matter how much Wendy managed to trash her own stuff. One free leg wouldn’t do the smothered girl much good, since she still had handcuffs, and all of Storm’s weight, to contend with. Wendy’s anger had just ground herself deeper into Storm’s butt cheeks, and made the smother hotter and sweatier.

Still, Storm couldn’t help but be impressed by the strength of Wendy’s stubborn struggles. Looking down at the Southerner’s supine body, as imposing and powerful as when Storm had initially been charmed by her, was a lovely sight. Maybe it was the scent of Lyssa’s juices still permeating the bedroom, or the insistent moaning struggles against her crotch, but Storm found a twinge of erotic satisfaction from this domination session. She hadn’t set out for this, or expected it, but her pussy started to moisten as she rode Wendy’s face in the smother.

Storm licked her lips as the seconds slowly dragged into minutes. She idly mused about trying to get off on top of her beautiful foe… but then decided against it. This was about punishment, not pleasure.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” Storm chided at the broken bedpost. “Sucks to be you. Remember, you brought this on your fucking self!!” The big brunette thrust and gyrated her butt cheeks, making the smother extra uncomfortable to emphasise her point. “If we do meet again, this is always how it will end for you.” She would keep her ample butt in place until Wendy was long gone, and then some.

…

Lyssa sauntered in, Wendy’s phone in hand, and raised an eyebrow at the broken furniture, and the brutal facesit.

“Storm, honey, I think she’s done,” she observed drily.

Storm, lost in a pleasant reverie, refocused on her friend and finally peeled her ass up from Wendy’s sticky, sleeping face.

“Oh yes, you got her. Oh, I uploaded the footage onto Wendy’s website! Loved your camera edits, Storm. It’s here look – “FREE MATCH: Wendy gets DESTROYED in 2v1 apartment BEATDOWN”. It’s getting views already!!” the blue-haired girl beamed.

Storm clambered off the bed and was about to leave, when Lyssa stopped her.

“Wait a sec – give me your thong,” she grinned, removing her own electric blue underwear. With impish glee, Lyssa shoved her panties into the unconscious woman’s mouth, then completed the humiliating gag by wrapping Wendy’s face in Storm’s black thong, hooking it tight over her ears.

“I know she can probably get out of those cuffs, but still, that’ll be really funny for a few minutes when she wakes up,” Lyssa giggled.

Storm rolled her eyes at her friend’s wicked prank, then left the room to gather her stuff and go. This had been a bold plan, and by working with Lyssa she had executed it (largely) without a hitch. The big brunette left the apartment cheerfully, with a weight lifted from her shoulders, and a much happier outlook on life in LAW.

And with a very amused grin at how badly Wendy had been humiliated!