Do Unto Others (For Darius 2.0)

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy, despite the facade she liked to put up, wasn’t stupid. She knew that there was no way in hell that her little gambit for peace would work, that Nha wasn’t apt to just let her go until she took her pound of flesh, and that the next few minutes of her life - at least - were going to be an extremely painful affair. But, right now, her options were limited, and you’ll cling to just about anything when you’re drowning at sea. It was desperate, it was pathetic, but it was all she had.

And it didn’t work. She might as well have been a gazelle begging to a couple of starving hyenas, and the only question was how bad her punishment would be. Getting crushed by Sha had sucked, sure, but that had just been an angry, rage-filled beating. Nha was pissed, too, but there was something in her eyes, something that Wendy’s own victims often saw in her own. She was the creative one.

”Uh…” She held up a weak hand as Nha approached and called back to the way this all started, back when she was in control and dominating and not about to get ripped apart. ”I don’t remember the exact words, but…wait, wait, wait-”

Nha pounced - a literal, actual pounce - on Wendy before she could even hope to squirm away. Dusky thighs wrapped around her head, pulling her in tight with and crushing her skull, and that would’ve been bad enough, but it was all compounded when the little devil reached up and grabbed her flailing legs. The Backstage Bully had many talents, but flexibility was never one of them, andthat was made painfully clear as her spine was bent to its limits.

Wendy screamed. Or, rather, she tried to, but her face was pressed up against Nha’s sweaty crotch, sealing her mouth and making every breath a chore. Her cries reverberated through the smaller woman’s body, growing louder the further she was pulled, and all she could do was furiously and smack away at Nha’s thighs in a wild attempt to get free.

[Darius 2.0]

Though she had been subjected to a variety of tortures every since setting foot in the gym, the pain that Wendy put her through did not do much to dull Nha's skills when it came to applying devastating submission holds. When she leapt at Wendy she practically slithered around the woman like a coiling serpent, coiling her limbs around her enemy. Within seconds, Wendy's neck was between her legs, her face was in crotch, and her legs were in her hands; creating a hellish submission hold for Wendy in which she was squeezed, smothered and bent all at the same time!

Pulling back hard on Wendy's legs, practically folding the larger woman in two, Nha was treated to a delightful scream that would reverberate through her sex. The sensation between her legs, combined with the fact she was now exacting revenge upon Wendy, cause Nha to till her head back and moan, which would have the consequence of her pulling back a little more on Wendy's legs, nearly making her toes touch the back of her head! "Oh, you have no idea how much this needed to happen," Nha would say to Sha, who was watching the events unfold with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

"I think I have some idea," Sha replied evenly. Though Nha was inflicting some payback, the more muscular Egyptian was not one to stay out of the mix. Sha would walk her way around the contorted form of Wendy until she stood before her bent back legs and upturned crotch. Once there, she would raise her foot and place it in-between Wendy's legs, resting it on the woman's sex! As the blue twin torqued Wendy's back, Sha would rub her foot against Wendy's pussy in slow, rhythmic fashion, adding a modicum of pleasure to their victim's pain,

Fortunately for Wendy, this would not last for very long, and Nha would soon release the woman's legs and unwrap her own legs from around her neck, freeing Wendy completely from the submission. Unfortunately for Wendy, this was only to move on to the next punishment. After releasing her foe, Nha would roll the heavyweight so she was laying on ground on her back. Should she manage that, her next move would be to crawl on top of Wendy, hovering her luscious, lycra clad ass over her head for a few seconds before planting it down on her face! Nha would seal up Wendy's airways with her booty in a suffocating facesit, with the blue twin wiggling her hips back and forth to endure she got comfortable!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy’s muffled cries turned to muffled curses turned to muffled moans, as she continued to fight for every breath between Nha’s legs. She had no idea what this move was called, but it was like being trapped in a facesit and a boston crab at the same time, suffering the worst bits of both worlds. The more she struggled, the worse it grew, with each little twitch making the stretch that much. Wendy started to tap, more out of reflex than anything, knowing full well it wouldn’t get her an ounce of mercy. Even so, it was worth a try - anything to get out of this hell, even for a moment.

The only thing that she wanted more than an escape was the chance to put Nha in this hold, to make the smug little bitch suffer even worse indignations than she already had. In the back of her mind, Wendy was already formulating all kinds of tortures and humiliations, thinking of the absolute depths she would make both of these bitches sink to if given even half a chance.

It was fitting, then, that one of those ideas was brought on her in the next moment, when she felt a light touch against her crotch, rubbing and prodding away. The sudden touch was a shock, one that made her jump and shriek into Nha’s flesh. But then that touch grew and explored her sex, stimulating her and mixing pleasure with the pain. Wendy had already worked herself up from beating around Nha, and this was only adding fuel to the fire. There was a wetness down there, a scent in the air, and it wasn’t just from her mounting sweat.

The torment and the temptation would both go away after a moment, though, as Nha finally released the hold and let Wendy flop back down. A temporary reprieve, and it came to an abrupt end when Wendy was rolled over. She knew what was about to happen, even before her tormentress crawled over her and shook her plump little ass above her face.

Since begging wasn’t going to work, she might as well switch over to spite. ”Fuck you both, you fucking-”

Nha’s ass came down on her face, spreading across her features, engulfing them from forehead to chin. As much as she was hurting, as wrecked as she was, Wendy still found the strength to thrash around, jerking about with what little power she had left in a mad attempt to unseat her would-be conqueror, all while her muffled roars echoed throughout the gym.

[Darius 2.0]

The Ancestors of Isis had officially turned the tables on the ambitious Wendy. Her plans of dividing them may have worked in the interim, but now that they were together again, they came after Wendy with the precise coordination that the sisters were known for. While Nha absolutely devastated Wendy's body, Sha was right there to tease the woman's sex with her bare foot without Nha even telling her to do it. Such was the unspoken bond between twin sisters, and especially Nha and Sha. It was likely they could've finished Wendy with this move had they desired, but the twins would demonstrate their willingness to further punish Wendy when they released her from the submission, only for Nha to place her in a suffocating facesit directly after!

As she settled into her new seat atop of Wendy's face, Nha let out a contented sigh. Wiggling her hips side-to-side, she made sure Wendy's nose would sink between into the material of her stretchy shorts, further in-between her butt cheeks, creating an airtight seal. Wendy objected of course, screaming out protests into her rear, and the feeling of it felt amazing as it reverberated against her skin. Every struggle Wendy made to try and break free would be expertly rode out by Nha, who would let out a light laugh every time Wendy tried.

"I think it's about time someone shut you up," Nha sneered wickedly, and would grind her ass against Wendy's face just to further humiliate the woman. "That was the real torture you know; having to listen to drone on and on!" Now that she had Wendy pinned down underneath her, Nha would tune her attention to big and powerful body laid out before her. Smirking, Nha's hands would travel down to the woman's weighty chest before gripping the fabric of her top tightly. There would then be a sharp ripping sound as Nha literally tore the top off of Wendy's chest, ruining it forever and letting her breasts spill free into the open air!

Sha would not remain idle either. After Nha sat upon Wendy's face, the more stoic Egyptian would move towards their foe's bottom half. Sha would move to seat herself down on Wendy's lap, which would effectively pin the woman's legs underneath her firm ass, trapping them in place and making Wendy's chances of breaking free even more slim! With Nha holding down Wendy's head and Sha pinning down her legs, the white-haired woman's midsection presented itself as a perfect target. Which is exactly why Sha started to throw down some massive punches directly into Wendy's gut! With tightly clenched fists, the red twin would hammer into the bully's midsection with massive force, pummeling her while her twin smothered her!

[BlackAkuma]

Nha was good at facesitting.

An obvious statement, but as a frequent facesitter herself, Wendy was in a unique position to judge, and she could say from experience that the Egyptians was top notch. She would’ve thought that, given the size difference, blue twin wouldn’t have the coverage to properly cover the mouth and nose, and that she would be able to sneak out a few stray breaths here and there, enough to stay conscious - but no. No matter how she turned, no matter which was her head went, Nha was always there. Pressing, sliding, grinding against her face, creating an unbreakable seal.

It would’ve been bad enough by itself, but the taunting that came along with it twisted the knife even deeper, as Wendy had to listen to the cocky words of a woman who had been her bitch only five or so minutes ago. She muttered out a stream of obscenities into the Egyptian’s ass, spitting out every insult she could think of, but those muffled words turned to muffled screams when she felt a set of sharp, piercing fingers at her top.

Her struggles gained new life when her top was ripped clean off, exposing her breasts to fresh air, the sweaty orbs gleaming in the gym’s pale light. Frantic now, she went into a desperate raging fit, trying anything to just dislodge the bitch sitting on her face, but she didn’t get anywhere with it. Worse yet, it all came to an end when she felt a heavier weight settle down on her lap, pinning her to the mat. Sha still wanted a piece.

Blow after blow hammered Wendy’s stomach, driving deep, with no way to defend herself. Her body jerked, as much as it could with the twins pinning it down, but it was open season - every hit landed with full impact, going past her generous curves and driving to the muscle underneath, driving out what little air she had left. The only small solace was the feel of Nha’s firm ass on her lap, a drop of pleasure in a pond of agony, one that was growing fainter with each oxygen deprived second.

She was growing weaker and slower, her struggles fading. Just one breath, just one…

[Darius 2.0]

After a brief course-correction, the sisters were now doing exactly what they had set out to do to Wendy when they first answered her ad for a spar. Though they had never had a rookie give them so much trouble before, it turned out to make the act of crushing her all the more satisfying. Nha was particularly gleeful to have the woman at her mercy after the humiliation she just endured, ands was ready to dish it out tenfold to the now helpless heavyweight. Wendy had exposed her breasts earlier, so Nha paid her back by ripping her top clean off her body, presenting her tits for both her and Sha to enjoy. Sha, meanwhile, took a much more direct approach to Wendy's punishment by hammering her midsection with her fists, further driving the oxygen out of the bully's body.

After tossing aside the remains of Wendy's top, she looked down to soak in the site of Wendy's bare rack laid out before her. As much as she hated to admit it, the woman had some great tits. It was a treat to watch them jiggle every time Sha sunk a punch into Wendy's stomach. Not to mention, every time Sha landed a hit, another breath was forced out of Wendy's mouth and against Nha's clothed sex, causing the blue twin to shiver with pleasure. THe only downside was that their victim couldn't last long under such a cruel double-team attack. From the way Wendy was growing quieter and her movements were starting to slow, the woman could pass out at any minute.

Which is exactly why Nha would raise her ass of of Wendy's face before that could happen. Not out of any act of mercy, however. Rather the opposite, in fact. "You need a break?" Nha would ask with a sneer, keeping her ass hovering over Wendy's face to allow her to get a few breaths. "Too bad!" And just like that, Nha's ass would go right back down on Wendy's face, maybe giving the woman two seconds of air before she would cut it off again! "Now....where were we?" Nha would chuckle, rubbing her hands together excitedly before she would bring them down to grab hold of both the woman's breasts! With a boob in each hand, the blue twin would to proceed to knead and grope the flesh between her fingers every which way, fondling Wendy's breasts with wanton abandon!

After throwing a dozen or so punches, Sha would let finally let up on her attacks on Wendy's body, and when give a satisfied smirk when she saw she had left quite a few marks on her pale skin. She would continue sitting on the woman's thighs to keep her pinned to the ground, but now she had a new objective. Without a word, Sha would reach for the bottom bart of Wendy's outfit; the only remaining part left to her. Then, just like her sister had earlier, she would rip the material of it right off of Wendy's body! Tearing away for the booty shorts and the underwear, Wendy would be left completely nude in the clutches of the sisters!

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Wendy didn’t want to get knocked out, she almost welcomed it in this case. She was long past the point where she could even hope to turn this around in her favor or escape physically, and it seemed like this was no end to the damage that the Ancestors of Isis wanted to inflict on her. But if she just accepted the darkness, let it take hold of her, that could be her way of escaping. A weak, faint hope, but one that she wanted to embrace. If she was out cold, they couldn't hurt her. If she was out cold, maybe they would just…leave.

Maybe.

It was a long shot, the sort of thing that only enters the brain when there’s a distinct lack of oxygen to go around, and she didn’t have time to put the plan into motion, anyway. Nha let up on the smother, giving her a chance to take in air, and her lungs worked overtime to steal as much as they could, knowing full well that she would be going back under in shorter order. She was only able to enjoy freedom for a couple of seconds before she was forced back into the darkness once more, groaning into Nha’s enveloping curves as they came down.

Helpless, hopeless, all she could do was weakly push at her tormentress’ hands as they went to work on her breasts, taking them with a tender touch that left her moaning and gasping. In any other situation, she would’ve loved this kind of attention to her favorite erogenous zone, especially when they came from hands as skilled as these…but Wendy wasn’t about to forget the source of all this pleasure, and she knew it would only lead to more suffering.

This wasn’t about turning her on, it was about humiliating her, and Sha only emphasized that when she ripped away her bottom, too, leaving the Backstage Bully in the nude. It wasn’t a good look, but worst of all, it left her vulnerable - there wasn’t an inch of her body protected now, nothing they wouldn’t have access to, and the thought of that made her hairs stand at attention.

[Darius 2.0]

Not only had the Ancestors of Isis had removed Wendy's clothes from her body, leaving her completely nude, they had absolutely ruined any chance of the woman walking out of here in them after tearing them apart. Such was the vengeance of the sisters that they wouldn't even allow Wendy to walk out of here with clothes on.

With skillful attention, Nha continued her unabated groping of Wendy's breasts. SHe would grip each boob tightly between her hands, kneading them like she was kneading dough, while every so often her thumbs would flick over Wendy's erect nipples. Such was the skill with which the sultry Egyptian manipulated her hated foe's chest, bringing the white-haired woman no small amount of pleasure all while smothering her under her ass into near oblivion. The fact that Nha wouldn't even allow Wendy to pass out during this ordeal was a testament to how much she wanted her attacker to suffer.

"You know, it's hardly fair," Nha would say to Sha while she continued to massage Wendy's chest. "She got to experience the glory of boobs earlier, but all I'm left with are her subpar pair?"

"What a travesty," Sha replied in a sarcastic tone of voice, tossing aside the remains of Wendy's bottom outfit. While Nha kept herself occupied, Sha would set her own efforts into motion. With Wendy now rendered nude, Sha would roll off the woman onto her side. When she did, she would take one of Wendy's legs in her hands and spread it outwards, then wrap her legs around the other leg to spread it in the other direction. Sha would spread Wendy's legs in a painful spladle hold, stretching out her inner thighs and completely exposing her naked crotch in the process!

Spoiler

It was for that reason that Sha would apply the hold, and with a smirk she would slither one of her hands down towards Wendy's naked pussy, where her fingers would begin the process of rubbing along the outside of it...

[BlackAkuma]

As lush and enveloping as Nha’s ass was, it wasn’t so large that she could cover Wendy’s ears. She was still able to hear everything the devilish twins said, whether she liked it or not, adding an extra dimension to their humiliation. She’d done more than her share of taunting when she put the Egyptian through the ringer, but she was just one woman - no, she had to endure hearing the same voice in stereo, that same pitch ringing in her ears from every direction.

When Nha talked smack about her breasts, Wendy let out a long hoarse growl, making sure her displeasure was heard through the cheeks. Sub par? They’d been good enough to leave the blue twin seeing stars, and she just wished she could get in a position to show her again. But as she felt Sha moving around and manipulating her legs, she had the feeling that it wouldn't be in the cards for a long time. If ever.

Her muffled groans turned to muffled squeals as her legs were spread wide, wide, wider by the dominating Egyptian, stretching her groin out and putting her pussy on full display. Those squeals reached a crescendo when a prodding finger slid into her most sensitive place and started rubbing. Just a little touch. Up and down. Not much, not yet.

But it didn’t matter. Between the heat that she’d already been building up and Nha’s skillful touch, she was already at a pleasure overload. While she wasn’t at the point of an orgasm yet, there was a wetness building up with every touch, building up pooling beneath them. It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to pop - it was going to happen, one way or another. Whether she would be awake for it or not, she couldn't guess.

For now, all she could do was suffer, while her hips bucked in response to Sha’s relentless fingers. Her back arched, she ran her nails along the canvas, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head in the darkness of Nha’s ass.

[Darius 2.0]

Having entrapped Wendy into their prison of pleasure and pain, the twin Egyptians now had their victim exactly where they wanted her. Nha took Wendy's greath away with her smothering ass and expert manipulation of her breasts, while while Sha made things even more desperate by applying a leg-spread/pussy teasing combo. These moves would have been devastating to any opponent on their own, but applied at the same time? It was clear that the sisters were out to break Wendy down piece by piece for daring to come after them.

"I don't know if you can hear my down there," Nha would purr in the direction of Wendy's head, still comfortably under her lycra-covered ass. "But I want you to understand something. Im still deciding whether or not we should take you home with us to keep as a pet. So for your sake, you better hope we get our fill of you today, or we'll just take it out of you later. If I were you.....I'd start making efforts to please us..."

With that chilling ultimatum presented, Nha would release her hands from around Wendy's breasts, letting them jiggle free of her touch. With her hands on free, Nha would instead lean backwards and plant her palms upon the floor behind her, leaning back on them in an almost relaxed position. Of course, this redistribution of weight would have the intended effect of her ass pressing more against Wendy's face! The white-haired woman would be pushed further between Nha's ass cheeks, with only a thin layer of spandex separating her and the sultry Egyptian's most intimate of areas. Now Nha was focused entirely on ensuring Wendy couldn't breath!

Sha's fingers would continue to dance and tease their way over top of Wendy's naked snatch. Her muscular form was easily able to keep Wendy's legs spread wide, pushing the bigger woman to the limit of flexibility and leaving her full access to her sex. It was an access she would exploit to the fullest now, which Sha would make known with a wicked smile. The hand that was petting Wendy's pussy would now plug to fingers inside of it, where she would begin to furiously start pumping in and out in rhythmic fashion! There was no subtlety to it, no gentle hand; just brute force fingering that Sha would use to bring Wendy to a forced and humiliating climax!