Girls On Film

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy had to take a moment to look herself over, loving the way this outfit clung to her skin. It had won the fan poll by a slim margin, beating out this slutty looking schoolgirl outfit that she would’ve looked so stupid in. This was far better, really accentuating her curves, catching size and sway of her hips, and putting her breasts out display without exposing the skin, a rare trait. It had been a while since she’d done facesitting while she wore leggings, so this would be a rare treat.

Her revelry was broken by Karen’s threats, coming from the woman as she started to pick herself up. She was doing a good job of it, too, and that would make sense - if a chunk of metal to the head was all it took Karen down, she wouldn’t have gotten nearly as far in life as she had. This wasn’t a third-rate jobber Wendy was dealing with, but championship material.

Which would make it all the sweeter when she made this bitch scream her name. Oh, the chills.

”I’m shaking.” A warm, knowing smile crossed her lips reached out and grabbed two handfuls of Karen’s hair, snatching the strands with an implacable grip. ”Really.”

Wendy tugged Karen’s head forward and rammed her knee into the center of the woman’s face, battering her skull with the brutal blow. Another would come after that, and another, trying to rattle her silly. She’d do her best to avoid the nose and aim more for the cheeks, not wanting any of her viewers to get scared off by the blood, but aside from that? Heavy duty head trauma, merciless and direct.

[Devilish53]

Wendy was outpacing Karen at every turn, which was hardly a surprise.

Try as she might even with endurance built from years in the ring, Karen couldn't shake off a hit to the head easily. Especially with a metal weapon.

Every motion she made seemed to be a shade slower than Wendy's - a concern to be sure, given right now Karen was going as fast as her motor functions allowed to. She was no speedy amazon by any means, but she should have been at least able to contend with Wendy's grip. Instead, her attacker was allowed a good handful of her short locks.

Before she pulled Karen straight into another head shot.

"GCKK!" Karen's teeth snapped shut as the side of her head, as opposed to the top this time, took the brunt of the impact - one that came from from the hardest part of Wendy's leg. It was a shade softer than whatever the hell was in that bible, but not by much.

And certainly not enough for Karen to shrug off, as she was brought back down to earth as quickly as she left it.

Albeit this time, face down, with her heavy chest and battered looks against the carpet as she raised her hands for what looked to be a slow attempt at a push-up.

[BlackAkuma]

Credit where it was due - Karen was a tough bitch. Wendy had never been struck in the head with a blunt, metal object before, but if she had to guess, it wouldn’t be a blow she could shrug off anytime soon, and she damn sure wouldn’t be getting up for seconds. But that was exactly what Karen was doing - well, trying to do, anyway. Raising up, murder in her eyes, looking like she was contemplating all the ways she could rip her limb from limb.

Shame all that imagination was going to waste. Not happening.

Wendy’s knee made sure of that, dragging Karen right back to La La Land and laying her out. The blow dropped her fast and left her groggy. Still trying to get up, cute as hell, but it wasn’t happening.

”Wow, you guys said she was tough, but damn! She’s nails!” Wendy made sure to lay on the accent thick, really playing up the Southern Belle act. Hokey as it was, the foreigners loved it. She stalked around Karen with hands on his, taking the time to admire her body. Her lackluster outfit wasn’t doing much for her, but that was okay, she could work with that easy enough. ”Think she’s almost ready, but, just in case…”

Wendy looked down at Karen, then over her shoulder, then back again with a devilish grin. She moved to her victim’s side and reached over her body, and clamped her arms around her side, pulling her in tight as she lifted the hefty woman up. She platned her foot square, assumed a wide base, then put all her power into her hauling her up and sending her flying with a gutwrench suplex, one that would send her flying across the room…

…and, if he aim was true, right onto the coffee table. A little property damage, the boys would love that.

[Devilish53]

Karen wouldn't be left to rise of her own accord, which was hardly a surprise. She only needed to be on one stable leg to push Wendy back - or even outright strike at her - enough to force this attacker on the defence long enough for Karen to finally shake the cobwebs out. Wendy wasn't so much pushing the offensive as she was picking her moments, which if anything was the smarter play. She was letting Karen exhaust herself with those attempts to stand straight, only to drop her right back down the moment her feet were flat.

This wasn't working, and Karen knew it. She needed to swipe at Wendy from the position she was in - not endlessly crawl for a better one. It certainly made the task all the more difficult, given any efforts she made could be countered by Wendy simply stepping away or hell even stepping on her, but right now it was the only option to hand.

All she needed was one good grip on her ankle, and then -

Disaster.

Though not for Wendy.

Not as she came in from Karen's rear side, with arms outstretched though not before a little roll of her shoulders as if Wendy was prepping for a personal best at the free weights. The motion she was about to commit to was surely close enough, given Karen's weight. She was certainly not close to being the heaviest in the heavyweight division, but that didn't make hoisting Karen up any easier. And certainly not in gutwrench fashion as Wendy committed to!

Arms flailing as her entire body left the floor, Karen's finger tips would touch upon the canvas before her entire body was heaved up and over. Limbs near scraping the ceiling, Karen was powerless to even correct her positioning as she came down back-first upon her own coffee table. Needless to say, one not built for supporting the entirety of Karen's figure coming down upon it in violent fashion.

That was more than apparent, as it outright gave way. With Karen dead centre of the mess, as her body turned numb from the impact...

[BlackAkuma]

Wow,it had been a good while since Wendy had thrown anyone even close to that weight. She was so used to ragdolling women in the lightweight class that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to throw a woman her own size. She didn’t spaz out her back or anything in the attempt, but it did take far more effort than she expected it to. Needed to start hitting the gym a little harder.

Not that Wendy was going to show any of that strain in front of her viewers, she popped up right after the suplex, smiling through the effort and putting her hands on her hips, making herself look like the champion she knew she would be some day. She took a moment to enjoy her handiwork, strutting around the down Karen with a sway in her hips. The woman had been fighting hard since the assault started, but that had taken the fight out of her, at least for the time being. Time to enjoy her spoils.

”All right, big girl.” She bent down, grabbed Karen by the ankle, and started dragging her out of the wreckage. ”Let’s get you out of there.”

She pulled her towards the center of the room, checking the camera every few seconds to make sure they were both in frame throughout. Once she was satisfied, she tossed her legs back down, hopped over her body, then dropped her butt dead center on Karen’s taut abs, letting all of her weight drive her unwilling host into the floor.

”So, just to refresh everyone’s memory, this is how it’ll work.” Wendy took a moment to slide back on Karen’s liap and grind her hips on Karen’s lap, giving them both something to enjoy here, for once. ”First, I’m gonna wake up our friend here. Just enough to make this fun. Then we’ll have our little personal session together, and then... She pointed to the camera and winked. ”...then I’ll take requests. So get them ready, got it?”

With the order of things established, she slide her hands underneath Karen’s, ran them along her skin, sliding them up and up until each hand found a breast to latch onto. The shirt came up with her, pulling it up enough to make sure her viewer could see everything, and then began massaging the woman’s breasts with the slow, teasing fingers, pressing deep into the flesh and getting at the muscle beneath.

”Still awake, babe?” She threw a quick whisper Karen’s way, just loud enough for her to hear. ”Moan a little for me. Play it up.”

[Devilish53]

Karen was damn right furious, not that you could tell. Given the heap she was in.

But to be attacked in her own home - by a new face within LAW at that - and then brought about onto her own furniture in such a destructive manner?

Karen wouldn't forget this. Well, she rarely forgot any slight against her. But this? This assault would have a special place in her spiteful mind.

And said assault had only just begun.

With white noise filling her ears as she tried her best to straighten up, Karen's efforts to push herself up were all for nought. And that was without Wendy's direct intervention - as Karen's efforts to push or even roll for that matter left her in the same heap given the toil upon her figure already. The remains of the table would play the role of mattress beneath her curvaceous frame, with the only saving grace to be being that there were no splintering shards beneath her. The table had broken cleanly in two, as you'd expect from such hard wood, with Karen still laying in amidst the remains.

In a spot she'd soon be forced to occupy all the more, as Wendy opted to take a seat directly upon her!

Briefly flattened by a curvaceous rear of her rightfully overconfident attacker, Karen's arms would violently flail before flopping out to their sides as Wendy's huge rear pressed her for air. They'd soon push once again, mind, but this time not to the floor beneath. Instead, Karen would slowly bring her hands to try and latch them onto Wendy's own mitts.

Mitts that were busy squeezing away at Karen's extremely large bosom, with Wendy taking special note as to slide her fingers beneath what fabric covered them!

Kicking her feet and flaring her nostrils, any efforts to push Wendy off would have to be a strenuous one to say the least - never mind the position of Wendy nor the scale of the woman. It was the fact Karen was already struggling to move her arms, never mind outright push, given the damage she had sustained!

[BlackAkuma]

No, pissing off Karen was probably not a good idea for Wendy’s long term health. Yes, she would almost certainly attempt to revisit this pain on her in the future. No, Wendy would not enjoy a size advantage like she typically did with the women she beat up. Yes, she was starting crap with someone well above her pay grade as a fresh wrestler in LAW, and vastly overestimating her own competence.

Somewhere deep in Karen’s head, way in the back, she realized all of it. The problem was, however, that these thoughts were being overridden, since she was currently doing her two favorite things in the world - beating someone up and making good money to do it.

And she was having the time of her life. She didn’t often get the chance to latch onto breasts that compared to her own, so this was a rare opportunity, and one she made sure to play up for the viewers. She slid up Karen’s shirt as she folded, making sure they could see every grope, every squeeze, every tweak. While most of her watchers were ass lovers and wanted to see the facesits, they were always up for some good breast action, too, so this was a good way to warm them up before the bigger moves. To say nothing of having her own fun.

”Awful quiet down there, Karen. Still fighting.” She gave nipples a couple of quick pinches, before digging her thumbs deep into the soft flesh. She leaned forward, letting her face loom large over her victim’s, close enough to tap noses. ”I’m thinking she’s still got some fight left in her, boys. Know how I’m handling that?”

She was reluctant to take a break from Karen’s chest, but Wendy reluctantly did so, as she reached up and wrapped her arms around behind her unwilling costar’s neck, cradling her with motherly care for a few sweet seconds. She gave the woman a quick lick on the lips and blew her a kiss, as her smiling face dominated Karen’s vision. ”Take a deep breath. Make it last a while.”

If Karen still wasn’t sure what Wendy was about to do, it would be made crystal clear in the next second, as she was pulled deep into her tormentor’s sweaty cleavage. The outfit was thin enough to mold against her face and smother effectively, even without the skin contact, robbing her of any chance to take a breath and filling her nostrils with the scent of sweaty flesh. The only small mercy was that Wendy didn’t cover her eyes with it, but then again, that might not have been the break it would seem to be at first glance.

After all, it meant that Karen would have to watch white-haired vixen as she faded away…

[Devilish53]

Karen didn't need a name. She already had enough.

Enough to remember this girl vividly in the future, that is - for if there was one thing Karen was, it was vengeful. Though Wendy no doubt knew such a fact when she was picking Karen out of the LAW roster to bully. And she'd most certainly know the levels Karen would go to acquire said revenge. Never mind the beatdown that was currently in place - simply knocking on Karen's door after tracking her down to her humble abode was enough to warrant a Starring beating!

The beating Karen was receiving right now would only inspire the darker haired amazon all the more in the future, for Wendy seemed to be as creative as she was ruthless in her dismantling of the prone amazon - using motions Karen would be sure to enact on her, come the day!

With her face twisting up as Wendy saw fit to latch onto Karen's bare breasts, any attempt by the darker haired heavyweight to swing her arms at Wendy would be in vain. For by the time she had thought through the bewitching agony caused by Wendy's intense groping, her attacker had already moved onto her next move!

Her eyes partially askew and her mouth agape, Karen would open the former all the wider as Wendy pulled her close. With a tease it was obvious what the home invader was about to do - something Karen would have done all the same, had she been atop of her foe like this. Which made it all the more embarrassing for Karen, given how helpless she was to stop her!

Palm strikes slamming into her foes side just as Karen's mouth and nose made contact with that chest, Karen's muffled moans filled the room and then some. For a woman who was completely restrained in Wendy's chest, save for her gaze, Karen sure was roaring! With said roars literally shaking the bosom that was using her face for a rest, as she felt all the air slowly but surely leave her!

With eyes crossing at a slow pace, as Wendy's constant, ruthless and sweaty torture had left Karen air deprived far sooner than she would have been in the ring, albeit Karen's defiance would remain as gallant as could be for a woman who'd been slammed clean through a coffee table.

Though the former was hardly a surprise, given Karen wasn't exactly expecting a horrendous bout this evening!

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Karen was a fighter. That was good. Wendy loved the fighters.

Some of the girls she did this kind of thing to would sort of ruin the mood by getting into it. Oh, they’d protest at first, fight back, maybe even make a real effort, but then their horniness would win out over their self-preservation, and they’d start sweating, and the next thing she knew, they’d be fawning like easy little schoolgirls.

They could be a little fun to play with. A little. But for someone like Wendy, the real enjoyment was in the challenge. There was just nothing that came close to the thrill of seeing rare hate in the eyes of a woman like Karen, knowing she would do all these vile things to her if she could just get loose, keeping her totally helpless and working her over like putty.

That being said, she could do without having her sides hammered by Karen’s palms. That was kind of sucking the fun out of everything.

Karen was laying them in, too, showing a good amount of power for someone on their way to la-la land. The temptation to give up and just bash this bitch in the face was strong, but she fought the urge - had to keep this up for the subscribers, after all. Besides, the more she tried to escape, the more Wendy wanted to put her to sleep with her breasts.

”We got us a fighter, here!” Wendy chucked through her grunts as she powered down even harder and redoubled her efforts, then hissed thorough her clenched teeth. ”Go to sleep, you stupid little cunt.”

To help her along, Wendy brought her leg up and came down with her knee, right between Karen’s legs, repaying all those palm strikes with a hard blow to her most private of parts.

[Devilish53]

Karen was working not only against gravity, but an iron body atop of her own. Even had she been fresh, it was hard for a woman of Karen's build to wind up strikes from such a disadvantageous position. She was simply working against too many factors, with every strike she tried to put any kind of force into akin to trying to raise a heavy dumbbell straight into the sky.

Only, there was someone actively pushing back. And soon enough, striking below the belt.

With something of a slap fight occurring between Karen and her would-be home invader, neither side would take advantage before Wendy sought to put a full stop in Karen's motions. Raising her knee, her leg would find the sweet spot she sought as she brought it down with gusto to say the least.

Karen's reaction was the expected variety. At least, after a brief pause - where her head shot up by a inch or so, with a gagging sound heard as if Karen was about to vomit. The pain surely enough made her want to.

But after the shock of taking such a hard blow passed over her, there was only pain. A scream that shook the walls would be released from Karen, as any efforts by the darker haired amazon to soothe the wound would be in vain. Given the body still atop of her own.

All she could do was flail and moan against the broken pieces of her coffee table, as her head shook back and forth in a motion that turned the watery gaze that had formed upon her features from the sheer pain into an outright stream.

Damn if it didn't make for good viewing for those who despised the top heavy amazon. Or those whom simply wanted to see a heavy chested gal take a beating.

Likely both.