Do Unto Others (For Darius 2.0)

[BlackAkuma]

Nha’s body was amazing - obviously, right? Wendy had been scoping it out since minute one, hungering for it all the times she got a good look at it from the clips, eyefucking her from the first second she’d laid eyes on her. But there was a big difference between seeing a body like this and feeling it - touching it, caressing it, owning it.

She worked the flesh between her fingers, massaged it with a slow and steady touch, letting her finger sink deep into the flesh and loving the reactions she got from the Egyptian. It wasn’t a matter of what she wanted to do - no, she needed to kiss this hot flesh, needing to grind against her back, needed to taste and lick and sniff and savor her with every sense. Those pathetic, whiny cries were the icing on the cake, showing how much Nha truly hated this, how much she craved for the situation to be reversed.

But it wasn’t going to happen. Wendy had her locked down tight, and she wouldn’t be done until the Backstage Bully said she was.

”What was that?” Wendy’s tongue traced a figure eight along the side of Nha’s neck, before capping it off with a quick, snapping bite at her sink, pinching the flesh just long and hard enough to make her yelp. ”You’re gonna get me, huh? I don’t see that happening, bitch?”

Wendy eased up on the hold and let Nha sag forward, just enough to replace the pain with a good amount of pleasure. She went into overtime with her breasts, working at the nipples with a gentle rub, massaging them through her fingers. Her touch was tender, never too hard, and kept a steady pace throughout, making sure that Nha never had a chance to catch her breath or gather her thoughts.

All at once, without a second of warning, she let of the breasts, switched to Nha’s chin, and jerked her all the way back, putting her flexibility to the full test, so far that Wendy could look right down on her face from above. ”I’m wringing you dry, Nha. I’m leaving you a sweaty fucking mess. By the time your sister gets here, you won’t even be able to stand up - and you can watch as I get the jump on her and do the same damn thing.”

She was sure Nha would have plenty to say to that, too - but she wasn’t interested in hearing it. Instead, she dipped down and forced her victim into a rough, forceful kiss, plunging her tongue deep into the Egyptian’s throat, even as she pushed her spine to its furthest limits.

[Darius 2.0]

Just as Nha wouldn't be dissuaded if any of her victims threatened her with retaliation, so too would Wendy laugh off her own declaration of payback! The tables had truly turned on the sultry Egyptian this day. Bending and twisting someone into submissions while taking advantage of their helplessness was usually her job. Now she found herself in a move she herself had used in the past; a camel clutch that used her breasts as leverage. As her back was painfully bent, her boobs were groped and caressed by Wendy with wanton abandon. The pleasure and pain combo was further intensified by the trail of kisses that Wendy laid upon her vulnerable neck, which left the blue twin squirming uncomfortably as she tried to resist how good it actually felt....

Wendy's tongue tracing a figure-eight across her neck made Nha shiver and groan, but it was the bite to her neck that made the Egyptian yelp. It was not a hard enough bite to draw blood. In fact, it was just light enough that the pain could even be described as pleasurable, as no doubt was the intention. Her face becoming quite flush, Nha could only pant like a dog in heat once Wendy picked up the pace in rubbing her breasts. Nha could feel her sensitive orbs being kneaded skillfully between Wendy's fingers, sending waves of pleasure through her body, even as it was being bent backwards. The assault on her senses made sure Nha was unable to focus, leaving her as putty in the hands of the larger woman.

But then, all the sudden, the pleasure would be ripped away from her when Wendy released the grip on her breasts and instead pulled fully back on her chin! Nha let out a sharp, piercing scream as the pressure on her spin increased tenfold, curving her body into an almost J-like shape, forcing her to look straight upwards, right into Wendy's cruel gaze. Despite the pain that was being brought down on her agonized spine, Nha managed a defiant, if not weak, glare at her attacker, still refusing to give her any satisfaction of a surrender. However, when the subject of Sha was brought up, those dark eyes widened in surprise. Until now, Nha hadn't even considered the fact that Wendy might have been targeting her sister as well. The thought of her twin being subjected to the same humiliating tortures while being helpless to stop it sent a shiver of dread down Nha's spine!

Opening her mouth to protest might have been just what Wendy wanted of her, because as soon as Nha did the white-haired woman shoved her tongue between her lips! "Mmmmmppphh!!" Nha cried out, though it was muffled by the sudden, passionate kiss that Wendy had locked in on her. Her mouth became a playground for her attacker's tongue to explore, batting around her own in another humiliating display of dominance. The Egyptian could only whimper into Wendy's mouth as she was bent and kissed at the same time, with only her kicking legs being the only move she could still make!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy loved a good forced kiss. It was too easy to get caught up in the fun stuff, like facesitting and breast smothering. That stuff was great, of course, and there’d be no shortage of it today, but there was just something to be said for pressing lips together and just going to work. It was a mental thing, the perfect way to dominate someone.

Wendy’s tongue slithered inside Nha’s mouth, twisting and turning and pressing and slapping from cheek to cheek. The moans echoed down her throat, as if she could eat this woman’s voice, and every vibration sent a shiver up her spine. There was struggling, but nothing she couldn't handle.

Nha could’ve forced her mouth shut, but she didn’t. She could’ve bitten her tongue, but she didn’t. And while she knew the woman wouldn’t admit, Wendy could hazard a guess on why that was.

The little bitch was enjoying this. She was all hers.

Wendy eased up on the kiss, pulling away and making a light pop as the seal was broken. She took a moment to stare into Nha’s cold eyes, see all the hate and fear, before she abruptly pushed away and rammed the Egyptian’s face into the canvas. ”All right, that’s enough playtime.” Wendy grabbed a handful of Nha’s hair and gripped it tight. ”Back to training.”

She stood up and dragged her victim along the canvas, pulling her all the way to the ropes, a dog with her favorite chew toy. Once they were close enough, Wendy grabbed her the head with both hands, forced her to stand up, then pushed her against the ropes and threaded her arms through the top and middle ones, ensnaring her with them and keeping her upright. Nha would be trapped in them, held up with her arms spread wide and her chest fully exposed. So vulnerable. So open.

It might not have been the most prudent move, but Wendy couldn't resist twisting the knife. As Nha dangled there, helpless and exposed, she strolled around in front of her, pacing like a lioness, with a wide, knowing grin etched into her face. ”God, you’re hating this, ain’t ya? Bet you’re thinking all kinds of nasty things for me, right?”

Wendy leaned in, face to face, almost daring Nha to try something. ”Come on, tell me what you’ll do to me. Gimme some ideas.”

[Darius 2.0]

If being trapped in a back bending camel clutch wasn't bad enough, Wendy found a way to make it worse; not to mention much more humiliating. Forced to look upwards, Nha's pained face was completely exposed to Wendy, prompting the woman to press her lips against Nha's own for an imposed kiss. The surprise of the act as well as the near unbearable pain of the submission hold caught the blue twin off guard, allowing Wendy to plunge her tongue into Nha's mouth without a fight. Closing her eyes and whimpering into her attacker's lips, Nha was forced to endure Wendy's exploration of her mouth, her own tongue being batted around. All this while her back felt like it was close to breaking....

Fortunately, Wendy would soon break the kiss, much to the relief of Nha who was having trouble breathing after such a long lip lock! She gasped and spluttered upon being released but was barely given a second to collect herself before she was thrust forward and smacked against the ring. "Uuugh!!!" Nha cried out, her skull bouncing off the canvas harshly, making her vision flash white for a brief second. She lay on the mat afterwards groaning it pain and clutching at her sore back. As glad as she was to be free of the camel clutch, she knew this wasn't over. From what it sounded like, she wanted to wear the Egyptian down until she was a broken mess. Only then would she move on to Sha.

Nha let out a squeal after her braided-up hair was painfully grasped and used as a handle to drag her across the mat! The blue twin kicked and struggled, but Wendy was much stronger and fresher than her, meaning her attempts would amount to little. Without much to stop her, Wendy would end up dragging Nha to the ropes and pushing her up against them, and the next thing the blue twin knew she was being lashed into place! With a gasp of alarm. Nha's arms would be spread between the middle and top ropes, trapping them in place, leaving her completely exposed in a crucifix position!

Struggling against her bonds to no avail, Nha realized she was well and truly stuck. As she turned her dark eyes to Wendy, she tried to look as defiant as she could, but she couldn't hide the tinge of fear that snuck into her expression, knowing that she was rendered completely helpless to the white-haired woman's whims. Wendy obviously knew it too, smug bitch that she was. She got right up in Nha's face, practically daring the Egyptian to make a move. "Why? Out of ideas already?" Nha snarled, panting slightly as she glared hatred at the woman before her! "You are nothing! Just a wannabe who thinks she can make a name for herself by sucker punching far more successful wrestlers! And if you even think about doing the same to my sister, I'll fold you into so many knots you won't be walking straight for a month!"

At the end of her tirade, Nha would attempt to spit in Wendy's face, consequences be damned...

[BlackAkuma]

While Wendy was doing this to mostly get under Nha’s skin and rub in all the mental damage, she was also doing it because, really, she needed a breather. Beating bitches could be hard work, and she was developing a thin sheen of sweat, not helped in the least by the blazing lights of the gym. Not that she was too tired, but she wanted to make sure she had enough energy to jump Sha when she showed up.

She could already see the scene playing out. She’d tie up Nha with the jumpropes, probably secure her to the benchpress and stuff a towel in her mouth - or, better yet, she’d strip her and force her own panties in that yapping mouth of hers. Then she’d wait under the ring, and when Sha stepped in and rushed to her like a good sister should, she’d catch her from behind with a weight plate to the back of her head.

The idea of ravaging Sha right in front of her screaming, struggling sister made for a lovely mental image, one that consumed Wendy’s thoughts, so much so that she was only half-listening to the hate that was coming her way. She perked up at the last bit, the obvious threat, and took a big step forward with eyes wide, as if she were about to lay into Nha…

…but she didn’t. Not just yet. Just wanted to see some more of that fear in her eyes.

”Wannabe, huh?” She tilted her head from one side to the other, gazing at her from different angles. ”Be real, sugar tits. You came here to do the exact same fucking thing to me, so don’t act like you’re above it. Just mad I beat you to the punch, that’s all this is.”

Her hand shot out and seized Nha’s top without a second of water, grabbing it by the bottom and yanking it up to expose her breasts to the world. ”Besides,” Wendy licked the edge of her hand and gazing at the Egyptian’s chest with a hungry, fiendish stare, overflowing with possibilities. ”When I’m done with you? Forget walking straight. You won’t even be able to spell your own damn name, much less do shit to me.”

Wendy came forward with a sudden lunge and swung her arm out, slicing into Nha’s chest with a biting chop. Her body would still be wobbling when another chop came in, and a follow up nailed her only a scant second later. Brutal, powerful, but precise, the landed with her full weight behind them, and each one slashed across the length of her breasts, making the most of each contact, with Wendy growing wilder and hotter as they landed. The sound of slapping flesh mixed with her growing laughter for a truly hellish noise. ”Dance, bitch!”

[Darius 2.0]

Nha glared at Wendy she had snapped at the woman, her heart pounding within her chest. Though it had felt good to say those things and imagine them happening, she knew her words would come with consequences. Normally, taunting such a powerful woman would have held a bit of thrill in it for Nha. Of course, that was only when she was in control of the situation, and right now, Nha could hardly call herself in control of the situation. Her arms had been rendered useless thanks to the ropes, which had the extra effect of trapping her in place, leaving her completely helpless against Wendy's next form of torture.

When her words brought Wendy snarling up to her face, Nha of course flinched for the inevitable blow, her breath catching in her throat. However, when nothing came, Nha realized that the white-haired woman was just trying to frighten her, and judging from how fast her heart was beating, she had succeeded. Obviously amused by this, Wendy told Nha that they were more similar than Nha had suggested; that given the opportunity, Nha would have done the same to Wendy.

It was then that Nha's top was seized in Wendy's hand, and the Egyptian didn't even have time to protest before her sports bra was yanked downward! Free from the confines off the tight fitting bra, Nha's breasts spilled out into the open air, jiggling freely, with Nha letting out a gasp in response! Though she could hardly be called modest, being stripped against her will was not something Nha was used to. It only made the blue twin hate Wendy all the more!

Her breasts now swaying freely in the air while her arms remained trapped and spread at her sides, Nha had a guess at what was coming next. She tried to muster as much as a defiant look as she could muster at Wendy, but that did nothing to stop the first blow that struck across her chest! "GYYYAA!!" Nha cried out in pain. The chop was hard and heavy, enough to make her bounce against the ropes but thanks to her being tied up in them, she remained in place. The same thing occurred as Wendy swung blow after blow across Nha's chest. Each one made the Egyptian cry out in pain. As the chops continued, however, Nha's cries would get quieter and quite until they had devolved into pained whimpers.

By the time Wendy finished with her, Nha's legs would have given out underneath her. The ropes around her arms would be the only thing keeping the blue twin upright as she moaned into agony, the skin on her chest having become red and tender from the blows.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy had to concede, she probably wasn’t as up on her training as she really should’ve been. She stayed fit enough to still be viable in the ring, but she tended to slack a bit over the weekends, maybe eat a little more than she should’ve, one too many cheat meals, that sort of thing. She wasn’t fat, but she kept her figure in the plus range, and it could work for her. She always had some weight to throw around, and that could make up for a lack of skill, as Nha would no doubt attest to. If she could form full sentences, anyway.

But if there was one thing that Wendy had trained to perfection, it was her chops. There was just no feeling quite like laying into some bitch’s chest, getting those screams, making those tits jiggle, and leaving hot red streaks. It was an essential tool for a Backstage Bully, and she brought her wealth of experience into Nha’s skin, with satisfactory results.

Each blow landed harder than the last, each one more accurate, each one more exacting. Wendy took care to spread the damage out - she never hit the same spot twice, making sure that her victim had no chance to grow accustomed to the pain. As Nha grew quieter, she grew louder, yelling with each strike and whipping herself into a fury, almost as if she was taking the woman’s energy with every touch.

At the end of it, as Nha hung there limp and lifeless like a piece of stripped meat, Wendy was at a fever pitch. With her breath heavy and her eyes wild, she took a moment to reach out and give Nha’s breasts a tender caress with both hands, feeling them up and admiring her work. Even on this woman’s dark skin, you could see the red marks blazing through. Like a work of art.

She leaned in, lifted Nha’s chin, and gave her a quick, playful peck, right on the lips.”Almost done.”

Wendy bolted away from her to the opposite side of the ring and hit the ropes with her back, bouncing off them to gain a boost in her momentum. She came running back with a full head of steam. She spent it all as she brought her leg up and shot her heel into Nha’s face, hitting her with a Big Boot to knock her off the ropes and send her careening out the ring.

[Darius 2.0]

Nha's body jolted against the ropes every time a blow struck across her bare chest, but because her arms were tied up within them, she just bounced right back into place to receive another. Wendy was relentless in her attacks, smacking her arm against Nha's chest with such force that red welts started to appear across her naked breasts, which continuously jiggled with each blow that landed. Worse still was that Wendy was meticulous in her chops by always targeting untouched skin, making sure that the damage would be spread through her chest. The blue twin had never felt so helpless before. Nor could she remember being in such pain. She might have begged for mercy if she thought it would help her. If she were in Wendy's position, she wouldn't have cared either.

By the time Wendy had finished her chop attacks (the amount of which Nha had well lost count of), the Egyptian was a mess. She hung on the ropes like she was a piece of dried laundry, unable to even get her feet under her. Her head hung low as she whimpered, her eyes only half-open and watering. Her chest had become red and tender to the touch, with even the air upon her skin made it feel like it was on fire. Were she untied, she would have collapsed to the mat and clutched her battered boobs. Unfortunately, she raised trapped and helpless in the face of Wendy's astounding cruelty.

"A-Ahh..." Nha gasped when her tender, sore breasts were grabbed again, causing the blue twin to wince. The slightest touch brought sharp pain, but clearly Wendy didn't care about that. When her chin was lifted, Nha looked back at Wendy with the dazed eyes of a woman on the brink. She couldn't even muster the breath to snap back at Wendy's smug face, much as she wanted to at that moment. It was only after Wendy gave her a quick peck on the lips that Nha was was let go, though remained trapped in the ropes. WIth her head drooping back downwards, Nha only heard the loud stomping of Wendy running across the mat, but managed to raise her head to see what was going on. Unfortunately, it was at the worse possible moment.

Nha's head was struck full force with Wendy's foot just as she had raised her face, striking her with a Big Boot attack. So heavy was the blow that it knocked Nha over the top ropes, which would also end up untangling her from within them. The Egyptian was sent tumbling outside the ring, falling through the air for a good second before landing hard on the ground. Now, since this was a training ring, the area outside the ring was well padded with mats to avoid injury. However, that didn't mean Nha was in any shape to move after landing on them. Laying flat on her back, she moaned in a daze, blinking away unconsciousness unable to even tell where she was at the moment!

[BlackAkuma]

Ugh. She should’ve been recording all this.

That thought occurred to Wendy the moment her boot connected and sent Nha ragdolling out of the ring, dropping her to the floor like 100 pounds of dirt in a 90 pound bag. It was a great sight, made her laugh out loud, but she kind of hated the fact that she was the only one around to watch it. She could’ve gotten so much mileage on a beatdown like this - put it all over Instagram, maybe throw some clips on YouTube. Hell, she could’ve sold the full clip on Onlyfans for some real money. Lord knows how many pervs would pay for it, despite getting it for free on LAW all the damn time. Horniness made people dumb.

Shame. Damn shame. But, oh well - maybe she could get the security footage.

She eyed the camera with a curious glint, right before she dropped to her back and rolled out of the ring, following her victim’s trail. It was tempting to watch her for a moment, just envying the sight of those slick, reddened breasts swaying with every weak breath she took, but she knew better - Sha would be coming soon, her little distraction had to be running its course by now. There were preparations to make…

She walked over beside Nha’s head with hands on hips, and took a moment to loom over her, letting her shadow cast over the woman’s tear-drenched face like the goddess of death, an eager smile on her lips and curious, searching eyes. She waited just long enough to get some recognition in her victim’s look, before she went back into action.”C’mere.” She reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, gripping it tight and yanking Nha’s head off the floor. ”It’s bedtime.”

Wendy dragged Nha’s lifeless body along the floor like she was some kind of living doll, hauling her about with frightening, uncaring ease. Luckily for the Egyptian, they didn’t have to go far - she only wanted to drag her over to the nearest weight bench. Once there, Wendy proceeded to dip down, lift Nha off the floor, and dump her right down on top of it, laying across the long way and facing up.

With her body so limp, there was a good chance of her sliding off, but Wendy put an end to that straight away, as she swung her legs over Nha’s hip and straddled her, pinning her with all her weight. Once she was settled in, Wendy reached out, wrapped her arms around the back of Nha’s head, and dropped down, pulling her face into her cleavage. Deeper, deeper, deeper, letting the flesh flow over her face, spreading across her mouth and nose and holding her tight.

”That’s right, just let it happen.” Husky, heavy whispers came out as she rode down any struggles and rubbed against Nha’s lap in a slow grind. ”Go to sleep. Ain’t nobody coming for you. Just. Fade. Away.”

[Darius 2.0]

Nha lay at the foot of the ring an aching and barely conscious mess. The fall from the height of the practice ring had her impacting the outside mats hard. Having already taken quite a beating even before tumbling over the top ropes, there was little the blue twin could do other than moan in pain. As much as Nha wanted to make a break for the door and escape her tormentor's clutches she could barely string a complete thought together; let alone get her feet underneath her.

It would be far too late for such action anyway before Wendy had joined her outside of the ring. Through blurry eyes, Nha saw the powerful woman looming over her menacingly before she felt her braided up hair get grabbed. The sharp pain in her scalp served to snap Nha somewhat out of her daze, and she whined as she simply dragged behind Wendy like ragdoll. Nha couldn't remember the last time she had felt as helpless as she was now. Perhaps there was no other time worse than this.

Eventually, Wendy would arrive at her destination with Nha in tow; one of the many workout benches in the gym. It was here that Wendy would lift Nha off the floor with frightening ease and dump her onto said bench. The exhausted Egyptian would lay draped across it, her only movement the heavy rising and falling of her chest. The was until Wendy mounted her, causing Nha to groan in discomfort as the woman's heavy body weighed down on her. For a moment, Nha looked up in fear at the powerful woman straddling her, not knowing what was to become of her next until she felt Wendy's arms wrap around the back of her head. Then it became all too clear what was about to occur. "W-Wait.....please..." Nha managed to whisper out before Wendy's boobs completely enveloped her face!

"M-Mmmmpphh! Mpppphhh!!" Nha cried out, only for her words to get muffled between Wendy's cleavage! The woman's impressive rack completely covered up Nha's nose and mouth, not only making it impossible for her to talk but also making it impossible to breath. The lack of air caused to blue twin to panic, but no matter how much she struggled to break free, Wendy's boobs remained glued to her face. All she did was wear herself out quicker. The muffled protests Nha screamed into the bigger woman's boobs soon devolved into weak whimpers. Spots began to appear in her vision and she felt herself slipping away as the seconds ticked by. She could hear Wendy's words from what seemed like miles away about how no one was coming to save her, and through her fading consciousness she knew the woman was right.

But it would appear both attacker and victim would be wrong this day.

Sneaking up behind Wendy as she smothered Nha to near oblivion, her twin sister Sha would appear wielding a steel chair, which she would promptly use to use across the heavyweight's back!