A Professional Courtesy

[BlackAkuma]

Being left-handed and kind of clumsy, Wendy didn’t have the best skill when it came to drawing, even when she was trying to do so on a regular piece of paper. So when she was dealing with a bucking bronco of an Egyptian who was fighting her every step of the way, it made for rough going. But, all things considered, she would say thing came out okay.

On one cheek, a ‘For Sale’ sign, even with a little post on it.

On the other cheek, ‘This Side Up’ was proudly displayed.

Some of her best work.

Neith’s insults made it all the better, too - there was something about the woman going on and on even as she got dominated that made this whole thing even better. ”Cargo van. That’s a new one.” She gave both of Neith’s buttocks a hard spank, then flicked the marker off the far side of the bed. She’d get back to drawing again, but first she wanted to have a little fun.

As Neith crawled forward, Wendy bounced off to the side, then reached over, grabbed her by the shoulder, and forced the Egyptian beauty of her back. She pounced before the woman could get away, laying flat over her, with their bodies almost perfectly lining up. Eye to eye, chest to chest, hip to hip.

With a soft, sultry smile, Wendy’s legs intertwined with Neith’s, threading through them, forcing them apart as she slid down her body, letting her face brush along Neith’s breasts as her arms wrapped around her body and pulled them tight. ”Hey,” Her hot, heated breath poured over her opponent’s caramel chest, while the legs spread out. Inch by inch by inch. ”Guess what comes next.”

[HotWheels]

The added spanks brought more squealing from the ailing Egyptian beauty, and Neith whipped around to unleash the closest thing she could to a spank at the small of Wendy's back. "Stop it!", she demanded, between the grumbles. At this point, she knew she had all sorts of drawing all over her ass, and she had come to...terms with it. The terms were that whatever she found back there, she didn't care right now. She only cared about hurting Wendy and hurting her badly. Perhaps most of all, however, she opted to think about it once the pain in her leg and back came to an end. Thinking about anything else was a Herculean challenge.

Her crawling saw some results, but only because Wendy had abandoned her leg. It flopped against the mattress like it had been detached from Neith's body entirely, and only after she had dragged it a couple more inches did she even move her foot to show that she could still feel it. Oh hell, why did everything this stupid bitch did have to hurt? Why did she have to have an ounce of talent in that chubby body? "Never touch my leg again, you cunt..." Neith near-whispered, into the mattress.

And Wendy wasn't done. Neith growled out nothing but disgust when the woman tried to turn her, not having it in her to stop the bigger bitch from having her way in that moment. But if looks could kill, Neith would have burned a hole through Wendy as she was left on her back with the woman's every curve pressed tight to hers. Neith loved doing this kind of intimate press against clients and those airheaded models. From on top. Having Wendy's body crushing down on hers again triggered every ounce of hatred she could muster.

And there went their legs tangling. And there went Wendy burying her face into Neith's cleavage. And there went more of those damned cocky, irreverent words. Neith almost shook with anger. At this point, words had left her. As she felt herself being drawn into a bearhug, there was only one way that her rage manifested itself, and that was slapping Wendy on the ears as hard as she could with what energy remained.

[BlackAkuma]

Needless to say, Neith’s weak little slap did little dissuade Wendy from spanking her again. Quite the opposite, honestly. If she wasn’t focused on winning their contest, she would’ve gone to town on the Egyptians backside. While it wasn’t one of her own kinks, she’d been asked to do it with a few clients before, so she had the technique down pat, and the fact that her hapless victim would absolutely loathe it was the perfect icing on the cake.

Just a note for later, then. Who knew? Maybe after she won, she’d have a punishment round.

For now, however, she was content to stretch and crush Neith all over, with the added bonus of pressing their bodies together. The viewers would get a kick out of that kind of domination, but it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy the touch herself. Their forms went well together, just the right amount of flesh and muscle, and she loved the way Neith writhed in her crushing grasp, and those sounds of disgust, and, and…

Hm. What was she doing with her arms?

Wendy had done a good job of working Neith over, but apparently not as good as she’d thought, because the chocolate drop had some energy left, enough to lash out and box her square on the ears. It was her turn to cry out now, as her hands went to her ringing ears, and the energy left her body for a crucial moment. Shock, stunned, her head fell forward onto Neith’s marked chest, resting her forehead there as she winced. ”Gah, my fucking ears! Bitch, if I go deaf, I swear to God-”

[HotWheels]

Neith could feel something approaching that she was not sure anyone had ever achieved: her breaking point. Only she brought people to their breaking point. Only she made those she wrestled surrender to her, and in more than one way. But as she lay on her back, even Wendy's weight threatened to have her crumbling, and that was even before the woman turned her erotic hug into a painful one. The Egyptian goddess could have stepped out of her own body to avoid what she felt coming, which was her begging for Wendy to stop.

But all the nervous energy that had her horrified about this match ending that way poured into her two-handed slap of Wendy's head.

The smack even hurt her own hands, and she rubbed them together. But that revealed to her that, for the time being, Wendy had stopped trying to break her. Neith took the second to flex outward with her abs, even if it hurt, to give her stomach a little reprieve while Wendy blurted something (not so) absurd about going deaf. "After how you hit me," Neith seethed, finding her voice again.

She would have said more, but as she looked down at her chest, where Wendy's head still lay, all occurred to her at once. Wendy did seem stunned from the slaps. Her arms had left Neith's sides. She just...lay there, face-down, with her face right between Neith's tits. Why the hell would the goddess not take advantage of this in every single way her ailing body would allow her? If anything remained strong, her arms did.

Neith thrust both of those arms down, heavily, onto the back of Wendy's head and shoved her down into the pit of cleavage between her breasts. With all of her accumulated malice, she just held her there and pushed her own chest up to smother the jackass into oblivion. "Suffocate, bitch!"

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy’s freakout didn’t come from nowhere. Losing her senses was a big fear of hers, all the way back to childhood, when she’d had an accident with some anesthetic foam and it got in her eyes. It hadn't truly blinded her, but she’d had to keep her eyes wrapped up for a couple days, and that was more than enough time to instill a real fear in her about this kind of thing, horror at the thought of going through life with that sort of handicap.

The ringing in her ears was strong, and while she didn’t think it would be permanent, it was enough to put her in a moment of panic. For a second, all that mattered was hearing again. For a second, she wholly forgot that the woman under her was still an active threat she had to deal with.

A moment was all Neith needed.

Wendy learned just how precarious her position was when Neith reached up, grabbed her head, and pulled it into her chest, pressing her face against her chest. Wendy’s first reaction was a surprised squeak, not even registering the move at first - she did this to other people all the time, but couldn't recall ever being on the business end. Couldn't be that hard to get free, though, right? She just had to turn her head in the right direction, and…

No, no air. Okay, but maybe if she tilted her head up enough, she could…no, nope, not happening. But Neith couldn't be that strong, so maybe if she just pushed up enough, she could get a breath or two, and…oh, this was a problem.

Wendy’s struggles grew more frantic with each passing second, as she tried every avenue of escape, only to come up empty every time. The seal was an effective one, and as she kept failing to free herself, grumbles turned to moans turned to shrieks, echoing throughout the Egyptian’s body.

[HotWheels]

This was the way to what Neith wanted: no pain for herself, all punishment for the bitch. "Shut up and stay there like the needy whore you are."

She didn't put that much stock in a breast smother as punishment. Clients loved it. Fitness models panicked, but everything made them panic. A few of them had tried to stick Neith between their breasts, but they didn't have the tits or technique to pull it off. Usually Neith just scissored her way out. For those reasons, she expected little more than a reprieve from Wendy's assault while she held tight and kept the bitches features rolling between one dusky curve of her marked-up cleavage, then the other. Seconds passed.

...More seconds than Neith anticipated. She could feel Wendy fighting her, but she couldn't move her head. Neith stared at the top of the American's head in confusion for a moment before a smile started to creep across her despite the pain that still racked her body. Precious Wendy couldn't escape her tits, and the shriek that poured from the American into the Egyption's body told her so. It also made her shiver oh-so-nicely. "Oh, dear dear dear. Is the session sucker stuck?", she taunted, as she squeezed her breasts more tightly against Wendy's smothered face.

This was her chance. Fuck, she still hurt. But arousal and adrenaline pushed her to kick out her legs to free them from Wendy's. She had to stop and breathe right after when that made her leg and back both hurt immensely, but when the ache subsided, she slowly (because it hurt) and seductively swung her legs out to either side of Wendy's body so the camera could see her acting like the predator to her prey, legs ready to strike like snapping jaws. Once they were stretched as far as they could without hurting, Neith whispered into Wendy's ear. "Do you know what comes next?"

Her thighs smacked loudly against Wendy's sides before the ankles clasped together like magnets that had found their partners.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy’s hearing was starting to return, the ringing was dying down, but she still couldn't quite make out what Neith was saying. It probably didn’t help that her ears were at least partially engulfed by the Egyptian’s rack, either. While she would tell anyone that she had the bigger bust of the two, being honest, there was no way to be 100% sure without some measuring tape. The nubile Nubian’s pair didn’t lack for size, and she knew how to make them a perfect seal, wrapping them around Wendy’s face for an effective hold.

People laughed at this kind of move, but the Backstage Bully knew just how effective a breast smother could be when you did it right. Too bad for her, Neith knew it, too.

While she couldn't make out the words, she could feel the vibrations in Neith’s chest as she spoke, close enough that she could even make out her haughty tone. It was the same way she spoke the last time she was on top, no doubt getting into her goddess act again and comparing Wendy’s body to an automobile or a large animal, but Wendy tried to ignore it and focus on getting out of this. Her legs were free, so maybe she could use them to slide off, or-

Come to think of it, didn’t she have Neith in a grapevine hold a second ago? Christ, in the panic and the air loss, she’d forgot about that. What was the Egyptian trying to do? And what was coming around her waist?

…oh. Oh, no.

Wendy realized her predicament too late, just as Neith’s legs were closing in like the jaws of death. She tried to get her arms down there, trying to squeeze them in before the scissorhold could clamp, but she was a second off. The ankles met, the pressure poured, and she let out a long, wailing moan into Neith’s chest as her struggles reached a fever pitch, bucking and thrashing and even tapping out on her shoulder, though that last one was more of a reflex than anything. She knew well that her opponent wasn’t about to give her a reprieve. She wouldn’t, if the tables were turned.

Without air, though, her struggles were weakening fast, and the body scissors were just making it harder for her to process what little oxygen she had left. She was fading with each passing second, her shrieks growing weaker, her thrashes turning into spasms, spot forming in her darkened vision…

[HotWheels]

The goddess might have wailed in pleasure if it was not for her own aches and pains in applying the bodyscissor. Her legs seemed to fit all too perfectly snugly around Wendy's waist, like she belonged there. For all Neith's declarations about the session bitch's unattractive frame, her curves were quite divine when squeezed in the right situation. And the sweet moan that poured hot breaths and tingling sensations all through Neith's chest just added to the wonderful feelings of their position. And the tap? At that, Neith did moan. This was the only time she liked being on bottom. She had such a nice view of all Wendy's reactions.

"No, ya helo. Remember, I have to draw all over you before you can surrender to me." Speaking of...she should get to that soon. The marker they had been using, the one from under the pillow, was lost across the room. The two under the sheets had probably joined it in the floor earlier. That left...

Neith peeked to the head of the bed. The one wedged there remained, several feet too far for her to reach. Oh well, that was fine. First, she needed to fully enact repayment for the chop, the facesitting, the tortured leg... With each slight that crossed her mind, Neith squeezed her legs together that much tighter, and that much tighter, and that much tighter, until her legs looked as if they had turned into cords welded into Wendy's sides. Wendy responded in turn, sounding and looking entirely desperate with her feeble movements.

Hmm. Neith didn't want her quite out yet. Feeling entirely secure in the power of her scissorhold, Neith relaxed her arms and dropped her ballooning chest so she could grab Wendy by the hair and force her to look up into the goddess' face from between her breasts. Neith offered her the sweetest smile. "Look at your better when she's squeezing you in half. Just like I promised, mmm?"

She jolted her body, trying to ignore the pain to drive into Wendy's core with her hardest squeeze yet.

[BlackAkuma]

God damn it, not like this.

Losing was one thing. As much as she hated losing, it happened, and she could always get her revenge later. It wasn’t a big deal, she could suffer through it.

But this? This went far beyond just losing. Neith wasn’t just beating her, she was humbling her. Making her look absolutely pathetic, as she turned the Backstage Bully into a writhing, blubbering, tapping mess of a human being. She wished she could take that involuntary submission back, figure out some way to edit it out of reality, but she knew that was a lost cause. Knowing Neith, she’d probably stick that in the preview for wherever she put this clip up, just to make sure everyone got to see it, even the scrubs who didn’t want to pay for the full thing.

It was what she would do, anyway.

The thought alone was infuriating, almost as much as the fact that she couldn't do a damned thing about it. She was on her way out, fading, growing weaker by the second, and it was only a matter of time before all the lights went out.

Wendy let out a loud gasp as Neith finally released her from the prison of flesh, pulling her head out and freeing her airways. It was a welcome relief, but the thighs were still around her waist, and they were growing tighter now, bearing down with ridiculous pressure. How did a lazy ass woman like this get legs so strong? Wendy couldn't picture someone like this in the gym, but there was no denying the power in her body. It kept coming down, kept crushing, slicing into her body with relentless force.

”Kiss…my…ass.” Wendy muttered out her defiance and closed her eyes tight, doing everything she could to give Neith as little as possible. Her hands went to her torturess’ legs and pushed at them, but she would’ve had an easier time dislodging steel bars. They just kept squeezing, growing strong, compressing her innards and making every breath she took a chore. ”Geez, get off!”

[HotWheels]

Somehow, seeing her was even better. Far better, too, was knowing she wouldn't be spared from the pain by falling unconscious; Neith had been awake for all the punishment that the big bitch had unleashed on her. Why should she allow the dolt to have a reprieve of her own? She wanted her to feel every agonizing squeeze, just like Neith had felt every agonizing yank on her leg. Thinking about that made her pump power into her thighs again, and she felt so much satisfaction watching Wendy's body bend to her will.

She settled in, making it a show. With her arms unburdened, Neith leaned back and placed her hands beneath her head, both making herself more comfortable, adding more bend into the angle of her scissorhold, and looking divine on the camera. Nevermind that it eased the pain within her ailing body as a nice bonus; forcing Wendy and the camera to have a closer look at her flat abs and perky breasts was clearly the more important result.

Wendy's mention of her ass, however, triggered her anger again. Neith leaned forward to look at her in the eye with disdain. "You're lucky I didn't bite your ass!", she growled, the word itself almost forming from a snap of her teeth. Ugh, and the fool was groping all over her thighs. Thighs that grew tired after the struggle she had endured. Wendy was just tough enough to remain an annoyance, even in this position of disadvantage. Neith needed to start finishing her off, and she needed that marker to do it. She would not, however, let her prey go. Not again.

When her next idea hit her, Wendy could likely almost see the light bulb turn on with the way the Egyptian's uniquely blue eyes lit up. Neith knew of a certain...technique that garnered quite a bit of money in fetish videos, but only had a few takers over the years. Wendy could be an unwilling participant.

With a delicate, skillful motion, Neith brought one hand down to pinch Wendy's nose and another to fully cover the session wrestler's mouth. "Quiet again. Now." Hand smothering...simple but effective. It also would not last long, but Neith just wanted to seal her up and induce panic long enough to roll them both over and end up on top with her legs figure-foured around Wendy's body. At that point, she would have a shot at that marker.