First Day Blues (complete)

[hamish1024]

Going down on someone well required patience, empathy, and an ability to suppress your own emotions, to fully focus on the other woman’s feelings, even at the expense of your own. As it happened, Storm was really quite good at all of that, although she wasn’t crass enough to brag about her prowess. All this meant that Wendy was receiving some top quality tongue time, far far more passionate and pleasurable than the white-haired sadist really deserved. Of course, the utter injustice irked Storm, but by this point the Scot was low enough to fully suppress her ego, to sublimate her own feelings in the service of Wendy’s wants.

Possibly too-good service, in fact, as Wendy started to lose herself to it, roughly grabbing Storm’s hair and pulling her in hard. The seated girl gave a muffled sigh as her face was forcibly shoved deeper into Wendy’s now-wet pussy, intensifying the erotic hold, her smothered features now lustfully thrust into and ground over by her attacker’s slick sex. Wendy’s total domination of her had reached a new peak. Storm still did her best to keep the careful licks coming, despite the damage this degrading position was doing to her pride. All those successive suplexes and stink faces had pushed her low enough that all she cared about was ending this, and if that came about through some craven cunnilingus, so be it.

It was working, Wendy was edging closer to an orgasm, Storm could sense it in the air - well, the scant snatches of air she was still allowed to breathe. The finish line of this fucked-up humiliation session was coming into view and… an interruption. Ugh, talk about tease and denial.

Both girls stalled, and Storm looked up from her straddled position to see a chillingly wicked grin creep across Wendy’s lips. The grin was enough to freeze Storm’s heart for a second. Whatever reason this bitch had to grin, it couldn’t be good.

Sure enough, Wendy quickly peeled herself up from her half-finished crotch smother, and scrambled out of the ring in search of the phone. Storm meanwhile sat there, wide eyed and reeling from her ordeal. Part of her wondered if she should try and use the distraction to escape, but her tired body felt like it was encased in concrete from the waist down - she wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry. Storm gave a dejected sigh and started to wipe her sticky nose and mouth with the back of her hand, keeping one ear open for Wendy and the phone conversation. Yup, no mistaking Lyssa - she was loud.

“Oi! Thunder! Storm!! Did your lame ass really go to the gym!?” The blue-haired Lyssa appeared on the screen, clearly distracted and quite possibly drunk, with a hubbub of bar noise around her. “You should have come and hit the town with me! Tokyo is nuts! We- wait, who the fuck are you??” Finally focusing on her screen, Lyssa belatedly realised her partner wasn’t there. The bluenette frowned, double checked the face time details, and started moving to a quieter section of bar so that she could hear what the white-haired woman had to say for herself.

“Where’s Storm? Why do you have my partner’s phone? Is… is that a St Andrew’s cross?” Lyssa squinted quizzically at the call’s S&M background. “Are you in a sex dungeon? What is going on???”

Okay, so Lyssa had mainly moved to a quieter place so that she could get her own rapid fire questions out, but the bratty Brit eventually stopped talking so that the other woman would have a chance of answering.

[BlackAkuma]

The exact second Wendy heard Lyssa’s voice, she knew this was going to be good.

The woman was so damn loud that Wendy almost dropped the phone when she came bursting out, not expecting that kind of response at all. When she regained her composure, she was greeted with the sight of a woman with blue hair on the other end - smaller than Storm, but also in good shape. She didn’t recognize her from the LAW roster, but if she had to guess? Yeah, she was a wrestler, too, which made this even more perfect. Maybe even a girlfriend? If that were the case, the only thing better would’ve been getting her victim’s mother or something, but that was probably asking too much out of the universe.

Wendy didn’t say anything at first, merely smiling as she sauntered back to the ring and waited for Lyssa to realize something was amiss. The woman seemed a little drunk, and she couldn’t shake the impression that wasn’t unusual for her to be at this time of the night, but she sifted through the fog soon enough. Then came the obvious questions, as Wendy made sure to hold the phone out enough for her to get a good idea of where they were

Partner, huh? Good, good.

”Hey, hey. Name’s Wendy, nice meeting you.” She kept it calm and relaxed, as much as possible after coming down from such a high. She could finish off in a minute, no big deal. ”Me and Storm met up at the gym, having a little fun over here in the backroom as LAW. Little mad, though - girl didn’t mention she had someone waiting back home. And cute, too…” Damn cute. As much as she was enjoying Storm’s face, she wouldn’t have minded taking this one for a ride, too, loving the way a smaller head could just disappear in her cheeks.

She rolled back into the ring, brought the phone up, and the little icon to make the cameras switch, getting a good view of Storm - or what was left of her. She checked in on the face, not wanting to miss any detail of her handiwork. ”We’re getting along real well, ain’t we, Stormy? Nice and familiar.”

Wendy moved back, only to bring up her boot and dropped her heel down hard on the Scotswoman’s chest, driving her back hard into the canvas and digging in with her face weight on the heel, hoping to erase any of the stamina she’d regained during their reprieve. She leaned down, adding to the weight, and kept the phone just out of her reach. ”Go on, Storm. Tell her. Having a good old time, right?”

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Lyssa fiddled with her black choker and smiled as Wendy flattered her, opening with her Southern charm and mistaking Lyssa for Storm’s cute girlfriend.

“Oh no, she’s my tag partner, we’re not a thing, well not really, I suppose it’s complicated…” Lyssa tried and failed to summarise her relationship to Storm. ‘Friends-with-benefits, but not that many benefits, and honestly not that friendly since we annoy the hell out of each other’ was a difficult status to convey quickly. Lyssa was almost pleased for her partner to have pulled so soon, though she was a bit miffed that Storm had beaten her to it, and seemingly gone for a big-titted blonde. Yes, Lyssa supposed this Wendy was hot, in an obvious way at least. Still, it was surprisingly out-of-character for Storm to have headed straight for some kinky backstage boudoir, since the Scot was usually so straight-laced and boring, at least in Lyssa’s eyes.

That mystery was explained soon enough, as Wendy went into the ring and moved the camera down to Storm’s crumpled body.

“Fuck,” Lyssa exclaimed, when she saw that Storm could barely move. She knew first hand that the Scot was tough as nails, so it must have taken something truly vicious to put Storm down like that. Her face looked flushed and greasy too, making Lyssa suspect that Wendy had mixed more than a little ass into the assault. Lyssa would almost have found that funny, but the brunette’s battered body and faraway look in her eyes made this too serious to be a source of jokes. Whatever kinky shit was going down here, it didn’t look voluntary.

The white-haired woman confirmed that soon enough by bringing a brutal boot down on Storm’s chest, stamping the Scot hard and forcing a rasping cry from her lips. Storm squirmed weakly underfoot, like a pinned butterfly. She was inwardly cringing that her partner could see her like this - torture was always worse with an audience, and Lyssa wasn’t exactly the most empathetic of people. Living this down would be nigh-impossible now this loudmouth was involved.

Still, Storm was ready to lunge for anything that looked vaguely like a life raft, so when Wendy offered her a chance to speak, she tried to seize it.

“Unghhh… bitch jumped me,” the brunette grimaced beneath that crushing heel. “Fucking psycho. Help me… nghhh…”

Lyssa’s brown eyes focused into a hard frown as she watched the sadistic display. Her alcohol buzz evaporated.

“Wendy, you fucking stop! Leave her alone! Right fucking now!!” Lyssa barked down the phone in defiance, as the Southerner started to show her true colours.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy couldn't help but snicker at the ‘complicated’ tag Lyssa put on their relationship. To her ears, it sounded like they were fuckbuddies, maybe more, maybe less. She couldn't imagine hanging around a woman like Storm all day and not getting a little handsy with her, especially if the two of them swung the same way, which - well, they were in LAW, so odds were good that they did.

But whatever, Wendy wasn’t here to play couples therapy. The important thing was that Lyssa cared about Storm - at least, enough that she would be distressed if, say, her partner was getting the fucked stomped out of her in a sex dungeon. Which, judging by the reaction? Yeah. Yeah, she cared.

Wendy stepped over Storm’s body, forcing her chest to bear the entire brunt of her weight for an agonizing second, as Lyssa went into her little tirade. It was cute, seeing her make demands like that. Real heartwarming. She had no doubt that, if the woman knew where they were, she’d come running to her partner's aide, steel chair in hand, and make the brave save - but she didn’t know. Not a fucking clue. Even if she did, getting here through Japanese traffic would take a good while.

No, no, Storm was all alone, and all Lyssa could do was watch, which Wendy was more than happy to let her do.

”Not your girlfriend, huh? Damn shame, would’ve made this a little sweeter. But you’ll do.” She crouched down by the turnbuckle and propped the phone against the post, making it stand up so Lyssa could get a good view of the ring. She had to fiddle with the setting to get it the way she wanted, but it was worth the effort - after a moment, the camera had a broad enough view of the ring for it to catch everything important in glorious 4k.

”You just sit back and enjoy the show, all right? You caught me and Stormy in the middle of something, got to be back to it.” She winked at the camera, stood up, and made her way back over to her downed victim, planting both of her feet beside the woman’s head while she looked down the length of her body. Her ass - the source of so much suffering - eclipsed the pale lights of the room, and she gave her cheeks a hearty smack to wake Storm all the way. ”Where were we?”

She doubted Storm would’ve given her answer, but it wouldn’t matter if she tried, as Wendy dropped to her knees and slammed her ass into the Scotswoman’s face in the next moment, muffling anything that would’ve come out of that mouth. She went to work from there, shaking her hips back and forth, grinding on the woman’s face while she worked back up on her chin, quickly reaching the heights from a moment. It was a heated, barbaric display, and she made it even worse as the moment took her and she let the fists fly, dropping the occasional punch into Storm’s chest. She wanted her battered, she wanted her pacified, she wanted her utterly wrecked, and she wanted Lyssa to see every second of it.

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Lyssa’s sweary tirade at her phone had raised a few eyebrows, so the bluenette slunk off to a private corner of the bar, still watching the screen with concern, as Wendy set her phone up so as to catch all the action. She chewed her lip as the view panned out, and she got her first look at how large Wendy was compared to Storm. Bitch was big, as big as the Scot, which did not bode well.

“Look, she might not be my girlfriend but I very much need her in one piece, so if you fuck her up, I swear to god I will fuck you up five times as bad,” Lyssa hissed into the handset, to no avail. She wasn’t lying either - she and Storm were provisionally booked for tag matches, but that would fall apart if her partner was too battered to fight.

Wendy, though, was not acting like a woman in the mood to stop any time soon, as she stood at Storm’s head, and gave her fleshy, thong-clad ass cheeks an ominous slap.

“Oh no…” winced Lyssa, biting her knuckle.

“Oh nooo…” whimpered Storm in dread, as her struggling vision was directed upwards. She squirmed as that sweaty rear loomed over her yet again.

“You… you said no more ass, you.. no… mppphhh!!!” The brunette’s protests were cut short as that big pert butt was once again shoved HARD into her poor face. Storm’s limbs flailed weakly as her features disappeared into darkness, nose rudely reintroduced to Wendy’s thin thong. She gave a muffled moan of pure misery. She thought she’d done her time in this torrid prison. She’d taken so much butt cheek, it had all but broken her. Even after turning a little subbie, though, it seemed she was right back at the start, her suffering counting for nothing.

If anything, it was worse. Wendy was wanton now, thoroughly using Storm’s face, thrusting and grinding hard to get off on her smothered seat. Storm could feel her enemy’s wetness, damp and degrading, totally dominating her as Wendy edged back towards her-

THWACK. Without warning, an explosion of pain rocked Storm’s upturned chest, as the Southerner started to mix punches into the punishment. The anguished victim let out a strained gasp of hot hair into the crack of Wendy’s ass, every time she was forced to take one of these cruel, feral blows. Over and over and over…

Across the city, Lyssa was ashen-faced, and uncharacteristically quiet at this shocking show of sex and sadism. Her powerful partner was being reduced to a whimpering mess and there didn’t seem to be a damn thing she could do about it.

“Get off her!!” Lyssa spluttered impotently. “She’s already down, stop punching her!!” The bluenette’s brain scrambled to process the sudden, unexpected barbarity of what she was watching.

[BlackAkuma]

Was this the best beating Wendy had ever done? As she ground away on Storm’s hapless face, she couldn't help but ask herself that question. She was definitely having a hard time thinking of anything better, though the pre-coital haze wasn’t helping with that. She’d had some good times since she came to LAW. That time when she beat on Karen Starring? Oh, that was a good one, and she’d managed to make some money off with a livestream? That time she wrecked Nha? Good, at least until her sister showed up and put the kibosh on her festivities.

But this, being able to lay Storm out while her partner pleaded for her safety, that wsa something special. Wendy loved getting intom some mindfuckery with these things - break them physically, they always come back, but if you screw with their mind, make them afraid to even think of you, then they’d often just cut their loses and hope to never see her again. Getting to make Lyssa watch helped her twist that knife in deep. They had a witness, which meant Storm couldn't just pretend like this was their little secret

Lyssa’s comments were funny, too. ”Simmer down, Smurfette.” Wendy waved the Brit off and ground down even harder, creating the perfect seal on Storm’s face. She threw down another punch, just out of sheer spite, making sure to target the tip of a tit with that one. ”You want to come after me, go right on ahead, see what happens. Would love to take that pretty face of yours for a ride.”

If Lyssa said anything after that, Wendy wouldn’t catch it, as she got lost in the intimacy of the moment. She stopped punching Storm’s chest, and proceeded to grope it, if you could call something as rough and ravaging as this ‘groping’. Her fingernails dug deep, she twisted them about, yanked and tugged, all while her weight continued to slide across’ Storm’s face. Whimpers turned to moans turned to cries, as her orgasm came all at once, a wild tide that swept ecstasy through her body. Wendy cried out, arched her back, and let her juices flow and smear along her foes’ face, as her thong did little to keep them contained.

She saggged forward, breathing heavy, eyes glazed over. Almost satisfied…almost. There was still one thing left that she wanted to do, and she was close to being there, already.

Storm was going to sleep. She settled in, spread her knees for maximum coverage, and waited for her victim to slip out of the waking world.

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Lyssa gave a howl of angry, affronted rage at her phone, as Wendy taunted her, as well as threatening a taste of the treatment Storm was currently suffering. Her yells caught a few confused glances to her corner of the bar, but Lyssa didn’t care.

“You’re fucking lucky I’m not there, you fat-assed fuck,” she hissed bitterly down her handset, but the insufferably arrogant Wendy was ignoring her now. Lyssa looked on, fists and teeth clenched, as her partner was kept hopelessly pinned under the bitch’s big posterior, used as a pleasure toy, while her breasts were punched and pawed at.

If it was painful for Lyssa to watch, it was off-the-scale excruciating for Storm to live through. Although she’d already been tongue deep between Wendy’s thighs, she’d retained an element of control there, whereas now she was an utterly powerless, passive seat for the Southerner to pleasure her sex against, pushing, thrusting, grinding and smothering, as Storm’s face was forced to take the escalating abuse. And although she’d already been stinkfaced silly, she was now suffering a full weight face sit, her features working ever deeper into the crack of Wendy’s heavy, crushing butt cheeks. The smother was now increasingly slick with pussy juice too, along with the usual unpleasant helping of ass sweat. To top it all off, her tits were getting tortured, taking both heavy thumps and savage squeezes, so spikes of sharp pain would periodically pierce her ordeal in the dank, feral face sit.

Twitching limbs and stifled moans from beneath Wendy’s hips were the only indication of how badly Storm was suffering. It felt like an eternity to the hapless brunette, who was wallowing in miserable self-pity, wondering when this would ever end, what had she done to deserve this, and why wasn’t Lyssa helping somehow? Eventually, the half-conscious Storm felt a hotness rising in Wendy’s smothering crotch, an increasing intensity of her thrusts and moans, an-

“Mngghhhh!!!!” Storm spluttered at the final indignity, as she took her foe’s heavy orgasm straight to the face. A crushing, full weight spasm of Wendy’s body kept Storm pinned down painfully, as a fresh flood of sticky juices flowed into her features, oozing into her mouth and nostrils as the Southerner ground ecstatically against her.

Hot, humiliated, hurting and helpless, Storm felt more wretched than ever before. And it was about to get worse. After a brief post-orgasm pause, she felt Wendy shift her stance… and plunge Storm into a brutal reverse facesit. Heavy, ruthless, relentless, it made the earlier smothers seem tame in comparison. Storm squirmed in her dark, sticky prison, kicking weakly in protest as her airways were firmly sealed by Wendy’s butt. Before long, her lungs were burning and her head was throbbing in asphyxiated pain.

“Listen, you kinky bitch!! You got your rocks off now, so why don’t you just fuck off??” Lyssa implored through the phone’s speakers as she realised Wendy was going for the full smother finish.

Meanwhile, Storm was stuck in that sweaty, tainted hell, pushed further than ever before towards oblivion. She’d hit the early stages of smother panic before, as her lungs protested the lack of air, but now her whole body was writhing in a primal response to oxygen deprivation. Head spinning, chest burning, body convulsing as she tried and failed to find any mouthful of air. Never mind the pain and humiliation now, Storm was trapped in several long moments of pure, feral fear.

Then, after an age of suffering, the blackness took her, and her limbs went limp.

“Fuck,” Lyssa observed unhelpfully as her partner passed out.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy lost herself for a moment, swept away in the bliss of the orgasm. It had been a while since she’d had a good fuck, come to think of it. She’d never been the smoothest of talkers back home in Georgia, and now that she was in a country with a language that she still hadn't gotten the hang of, her prospects hadn't improved. Strange as it was, this was about as close as she came to having sex these days: working herself off on some helpless bitch’s face.

And you know what? That didn’t bother her. Not one damn bit. This was better than sex, in her estimation - she got the same high, along with the thrill of utterly wrecking someone, scratching so many itches all at once. Nothing even came close to this experience, and if she’d had the chance, she would’ve sat on Storm’s face for hours and just basked in the glory, having orgasm after rocking orgasm…

But that wasn’t meant to be. Storm, as it turned out, was a normal human being, and as such, she required little things like air to stay away, which she was getting absolutely none of from between Wendy’s enveloping ass cheeks. She looked on as the woman went into her fits, struggling for even a breath.

”Sssh.” Wendy held a hand to the phone, watching the magic happen. ”This is the best part. Just watch.”

It was, too. Some women just went out quietly when this happened, but not Storm - no, she squirmed, she bucked, she fought, but it was all futile in the end - there was only one way this was going. Her body rose up, then sagged as all the energy left it at once, dropping her into a sweet slumber.

Wendy kept her perch for a few seconds, just to make Lyssa panic even more, before she pushed up and peeled Storm’s face out of her ass, letting plop to the canvas, dead weight. ”Oooo, that was good. That was real damn good.” She stood up and stretched, thoroughly satisfied. ”Gotta say, Lyssa, your girl’s the best I’ve had in along time. You ain’t getting in on that, you’re missing out. Phew.”

Wendy strutted over to the phone, pulled it off the post, and let it lay flat on the mat so that she could look straight down at it. ”You want to find me? Bring it. Love to give you the same treatment, honey. Until then…”

She brought her boot up and sent the heel crashing down on the screen, cracking it with a thunderous stomp. No real reason - just felt like it. She wasn’t sure whether the camera still worked or not, but she gave it a little wave all the same, before she skipped over to the ropes, made her way to the floor, gathered her things and strolled out of the ring, never even bothering to look back as she went.

Today was a very good day.