Girls On Film

[BlackAkuma]

Ha, nothing like a good cunt-busting. And Wendy could really see why so many of her fans were eager to see her lay waste to this particular bitch - the girl really had good screaming lungs.

It was enough to make Wendy wince right after her hellish blow connected, as Karen filled the apartment with her hoarse cries, letting out a wail that shook the walls. Not that she could really blame her, though. Taking a hit like that really sucked, and Wendy made sure to keep her in place so she had to deal with every ounce of pain. No relief, no respite, not if she had anything to do with it.

There was the tiny, itty-bitty problem of all this noise drawing unwanted attention, though. As much as she loved the noise, blood-curdling screams had a funny way of attracting the police, in her experience, and she wasn’t anywhere near creative enough to think up a good excuse for all of this. She’d heard Japan’s jails were amazingly clean in comparison to the USA, but she wasn’t in a hurry to find out.

So next priority: shutting the bitch up.

”Un momento.” She winked at the camera and stood up, taking a moment to wipe her foot off Karen’s stomach before she walked off. Her first stop was the bathroom, where she got to quick work on tying up a towel, wrapping it around so that it had a big knot down the middle. Just big enough for a mouth, in her estimation. She came back soon enough, but stopped short when she looked into the kitchen.

”Hey,” She looked down Karen’s way with a smack of the lips and a knowing smirk. ”Don’t mind if I catch a drink right quick, do you? Kicking your ass is thirsty work.”

[Devilish53]

There was no mercy to be had by Ms. Starring, nor a moment to be given for a breather. Every time she saw fit to try her luck in taking control in hopes of forcing this intruder from her home, Wendy opted to slam or strike her bloody. Or in this case, outright kick her in the goods.

With her body numb from the sensation empowered by a woman clearly as strong as she, Karen hopelessly flapped her arms as Wendy came back to her. The towel the intruder had to hand would soon be across Karen's good looks, with Wendy making sure to tie said towel tightly behind Karen's head. Try as Karen might, there was no easy nor quick way to remove the towel that now covered her lips. Though Wendy would, in apparently infinite overconfidence, give her the time to do so all the same.

Her eyes watering from not only the sharp pain delivered a moment ago but now the fact she couldn't breathe properly, Karen's hands would come behind her own head in hopes of finding the knot to loosen it. All the whilst Wendy would be free to grab a refreshing drink, whilst no doubt keeping a side gaze on the amazon to ensure there'd be no surprise upon her return from her 'break.'

[BlackAkuma]

”Oh, right, the gag.” Wendy snapped her fingers, as she looked over and saw Karen fumbling with it, hurriedly trying to undo the knot she’d worked out. Credit where it was due, the woman was tougher than she’d guessed at first - even as battered as she was, she’d have it off in a few moments. ”One second, guys, just need to make a few adjustments.”

Wendy dipped into Karen’s fridge, snatched a bottle of water, and gave it a few quick sips as she came back to her victim with a hurried walk. She looked about as she closed in, trying to see something that would suit her purposes. In hindsight, she should’ve brought a bag with some stuff in it to help her along. This was her first home invasion, though, so it would have to serve as a learning experience.

It was all good, though. She knew how to improvise. ”That’ll do.”

Wendy made her way over to a nearby lamp, yanked it out of the wall, and came back over to her victim. She kicked her in the side, forcing her over onto her front, then plopped down with her full weight right on the small of her back for a hard sit, making sure her pelvis drove right into the spine.

Wendy reached over, grabbed Karen’s fumbling hands, and tried to pull the woman’s hands behind her back, struggling to get them close so she could wrap the lamp’s cord around them. ”Let me see those wrists, bitch.” She hissed out the warning as she tried to get them in place. ”Fight me on this, it’ll go even harder than it has to be, trust me.”

[Devilish53]

Karen thought she was making headway with the knot - her finger had just begun to slide within it, giving the amazon enough space to wiggle said finger to create more space. All she needed was a moment more, and she'd be able to breathe clearly again.

A moment Wendy needlessly to say, opted not to give her.

With a curious choice of furniture based weaponry to hand, and having refreshed herself at Karen's expensive, Wendy would put a full stop to Karen's efforts with a hapless slap to her hands. Only after dropping her weight into the back of her foe, of course.

Screaming right into the gag with her head falling flat, Karen mewled and cried as her hands were soon bound together. No amount of desperate kicking would deter Wendy in her efforts, soon enough the intruder sat upon a woman with her wrists fully restrained!

[BlackAkuma]

Rabbit comes out of the hole, around the tree, through the-

”Ugh, stop wiggling!” Wendy was never good with knots on the best of days, and damn sure not when the woman she was tying up was set on not being tied up. She had to give Karen’s wrists a hard jerk, forcing them into place, and she had to do it all without creating an injury that might require medical assistance. Not that she was going to take her anywhere, but that would raise the chances of involving third parties that she didn’t want involved.

It took her a moment, but she was able to get through it soon enough, and she presented her work to the waiting fan. ”What do you guys think, huh?” She gave Karen’s ass a quick slap and watched it jiggle. ”First class.”

She grabbed Karen’s shoulder and used it to flip the woman over, then retook her position on her chest, making sure to put all her weight down on those blossoming breasts of hers, something she knew would suck from personal experiences. ”All right, guys. Time for business.”

Wendy scooted forward, keeping Karen’s shoulders pinned down the entire time, until her crotch was right above her victim’s face. She let it linger there for a moment, just to build up tension, and her smile grew a little wider with each passing moment.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Wait…

”Breathe deep, bitch.” And with that, she plopped down and sat square on Karen’s face, pressing over her nose and mouth…but not her eyes. No, she wanted to see the look in those, couldn't miss a second of it.

[Devilish53]

It was a hell of a view for Wendy's fans - fans no doubt satisfied with seeing Wendy alone be the curviest gal on screen. But so far, the silver haired beauty had made it her life's mission almost to dismantle a body that matched hers well. Needless to say, the viewers couldn't get enough - all the more as Karen continued in vain to writhe and moan.

Despite her efforts, exhaustion would play a factor in Karen's failed attempts to break free. She'd be struck and restrained all with scary ease - to the point of Wendy being allowed a free spank of Karen's bountiful rear. A spank that made her cry all the more, though said whines wouldn't be a scratch on what was to come.

For with her back to the ground yet again, Wendy would be allowed a comfy seat on breasts that were barely restrained within their beaten top. Crushed into her own ribs, Karen's breathing became all the more laboured as her feet kicked against the ground. To no avail, needless to say. This gal was far too big - far too fresh - and far too strong. And well practised, evidently.

Efforts to breathe by Karen would become all the more exhaustive, as Wendy took to dropping herself over the face of the beaten amazon. Helpless and desperate, no amount of wiggling would save her as Wendy began to smother what air was left in Karen's lungs. All the whilst Karen herself would be forced to lock a gaze upon the woman currently putting her out of it.

With watery eyes, needless to say.

[BlackAkuma]

The tears were the best part, in Wendy’s opinion. She didn’t always get them when she did stuff like this. Some people just weren’t cryers, no matter how much you rattled their cages and hurt them. Sometimes her victims would be just too out of it to really appreciate what was happening to them, so the reality of it wasn’t sinking in.

This kind of reaction was rare, especially from a big, tough bitch like Karen. But, God, was it satisfying.

”Gimme a sec, guys, just have to…” She reached over to grab the phone, forcing her to give Karen more air in the process. Not what she wanted to do, but it would be worth it. She took a second to flip the screen around, then held it in front of her face, giving all of her viewers a perfect view.

”There we go. In 4K, 60 FPS.” She settled back down onto her seat and spread her legs, making sure her full weight came down on her fellow heavyweight’s face, trapping her in a prison of flesh. ”I’d tell you to smile for the camera, but…you know.”

Sure enough, the donations were picking up, as more and more of her viewers made their appreciation known in the form of tips, fattening her bank account with every different angle she took. She probably could’ve kept this up for a while, too, but she didn’t want to waste the moment too much - there was still something she had to do in order to put the cherry on top of all this.

Wendy sat the camera aside, stood up, and turned about to face Karen’s legs, making sure her full ass was hovering just above her victim’s face. She didn’t want to sit down just yet - no, she needed to build up some anticipation first. Let Karen know what was coming. Milk the moment, maybe even get a few last words before she brought it all crashing down.

[Devilish53]

The sight for the viewers at home became all the more pleasurable as the seconds passed, with the air deprivation adding a nice shade of pink to her cheeks to match the watery eyes. A shade that would turn outright red as Wendy wiggled and fiddled with the camera settings - with a nice single tear rolling down Karen's right side. Her hands would come up again to naturally struggle, but the strength in her biceps would give out before her hands even found Wendy's flesh. She was about to black out, and that was simply an undeniable, unstoppable fact.

"HGGGGGGG-" Karen's lungs would violently and suddenly inflate on their own as Wendy peeled away, with Karen's arms again flapping as her cruel attacker opted for mercy. Head rising just a touch as she began violently spluttering, Karen's attempt to turn to her side as to breathe easier - given her huge chest wouldn't be resting upon her lunges - would be completely in vain. For Wendy hadn't released in an effort to make her exit, with her leg nonchalantly nudging Karen back to laying flat as if said motion was completely effortless. On a figure this exhausted, despite its size, it no doubt was.

Practically crying as Wendy made it apparent what she had really rose for, Karen would finally have the chance to raise her hands to help her - though they would do exactly none of that. For the moment Wendy's ass came down upon Karen's fame, her hands would be practically slammed into her own face. If not before a brief if inadvertent handful of either of Wendy's cheeks!

[BlackAkuma]

”Ha!”

Wendy had a nice, hard laugh as she brought her ass down and settled in. The fact that Karen got her arms up in time to get them trapped was unexpected but welcome icing on the cake - it meant that Karen didn’t have to expel any energy keeping the flailing arms pinned down, reduced the chances of her phone getting knocked over in the chaos, and of course, freed her hands up to do far more interesting things.

”Tell you, Karen.” Wendy swayed her hips from side to side, really making sure the bitch sunk in deep. ”With you being such a good girl and all, I figure you deserve a little treat. Something to go out on. So why don’t I just…”

Wendy brought her hands to her victim’s breasts, one for each, and put her hands to work on stimulating the woman’s tantalizing treats. Squeezing. Rubbing. Massaging. Working the flesh between her fingers, pressing nice and deep, giving them all the kind of attention that she loved getting herself. She took care to give all the pleasure she could muster, knowing Karen would hate it the more she enjoyed it. Just one more insult to all the injuries.

And all the while, she kept her smother on, tight and heavy, waiting for the lack of oxygen to yield the inevitable results.

[Devilish53]

What life Karen still had in her was being used to simply stay awake. There was resistance, but it was akin to a fly landing on Wendy's thick thighs as the hands of Karen swatted about to no avail. Even despite the fact that the motion to her bust surely enough caused her to rise, if but briefly and weakly.

For the feeling upon her bust would send a shiver down her spine, one that came out in the form of her legs kicking violently. Driving her feet into nearby bits of furniture would be the summary of her response to her goods being squeezed, before her body began to settle down despite the constant sensation to her massive breasts. All the whilst being embarrassingly forced to play the part of seat to Wendy's gigantic, thick rear. Before finally a state of unconsciousness began to fully wash over her.