Trojan Horseplay – Storm’s Revenge

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Storm wasn’t a prude, but she had been pretty straight-laced for most of her life, so some of the more creative toys available to torment someone – willing or otherwise – were new to her. The smother harness being a case in point. The Scot showed a cruel interest in the contraption as she fastened it around her waist, with Lyssa helping to guide their protesting victim into position. Storm smiled at the familiar, sensual feel of Wendy’s face getting forcibly wedged against her barely-clad butt cheeks. Then, they tightened the straps.

“Ooh!” Storm purred with delight, as the smother device yanked Wendy’s nose firmly into her derriere, and kept it there. This was new – the ability to dish out a tight stinkface smother, with literally no chance of escape.

“I like this,” Storm giggled as she felt her handcuffed victim emit muffled screams into her ass. She spent a few moments posing happily, moving around, getting a feel for the harness, whilst luxuriating in Wendy’s humiliating suffering. “Yeah, thanks for picking this out for us, it’s fun!” she cackled.

Storm tried to walk around the bedroom, with her butt-smothered test subject in tow. It was a little odd, with the dead weight of Wendy dragging against her waist, but the Scot was strong enough to simply pull the handcuffed girl along on her knees, with a little effort.

“Oh, gosh, are you struggling to breathe back there?” Storm drawled with mock concern for her plaything. “Here, maybe this will help.” The brunette straightened up a little and twerked her booty from side to side, battering Wendy’s face between her butt cheeks, but creating a little give in the otherwise stifling smother.

“Right, let’s have a little nosey round the rest of your apartment, hmm? Let me know when you need more air – if you pass out on me, you’ll be in serious trouble,” the Scot smirked, and started to slowly drag Wendy to the door.

Lyssa was very much enjoying the scene, but decided it could be more interactive. She picked up a nasty-looking spanking paddle from the side, and weighed it in her hand.

“Wendy, I think you can move faster than that,” the bluenette chided, and gave her a vicious THWACK on the backside with the paddle. “Gee up girl, don’t be dawdling!” she giggled, spanking Wendy a second time, doing her best to encourage the kneeling victim to shuffle along in the harnessed stinkface.

This indulgently cruel procession would make it’s slow way out of the bedroom, back into the main apartment, with Storm moving them toward the open-plan kitchen to test-drive her smother dummy, and “helped” by intermittent paddle spanks from an impatient Lyssa.

[BlackAkuma]

What was the worst thing about the current situation? It wasn’t that her face was getting shoved up Storm’s ass. As much as she hated it, having her face sat on wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Wendy. It was an unavoidable thing in her line of work - if you had a habit of sitting on people’s faces, it was only a matter of time before some sat on yours. She didn’t like it, but it was part of the job.

She didn’t even mind having her toys used on her all that much. She wasn’t a sub, but she’d done a little experimenting. Nothing new.

No, what was really, really getting to her was that they were using the smother harness. That wasn’t something you could just get anywhere, she’d had to special order the damn thing, and it had taken her the better part of a year to get it in her apartment. She was looking forward to breaking it in on some lucky client, not having the damned thing broken in on her.

She cursed up a storm in Storm’s ass, but none of it got through, all of it muffled by the woman’s mighty cheeks. It wasn’t quite as bad as being facesat, as she could sneak out the occasional breath as the harness moved around, but that was a small comfort - if anything, it made the agony worse and prolonged the suffering. It was already the worst position imaginable, and then she had to go and make it worse by moving around

Wendy struggled to follow after Storm and keep up, but it was a struggle on her knees, and her neck paid the price, snapping around as her hips swayed about. She couldn't see where they were going, only able to look up the curve of Storm’s backside, but she could tell from the sounds around her - they were going out of the bedroom. Taking a little tour.

As if it wasn’t bad enough - and holy fuck, it was - Lyssa came in and started paddling her, forcing an enraged shriek out of Wendy with every strike. The Backstage Bully tried to kick at her from behind, but that just made it harder to keep up with Storm’s shuffling, making the procession even more awkward. It was all she could do to barely keep up with Storm, stumbling every few feet and struggling to right herself.

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“This must fucking suck for you, huh?” Storm laughed callously as she got into her stride, sauntering slowly through the apartment with Wendy stuck helplessly in her butt. The Scot had felt a little silly initially, but she soon warmed to the sheer brazen decadence of the harness humiliation. Hell, if you’re going to break into someone’s place to teach them a lesson, there was no point in half measures. Wendy would be pissed, no matter what, so Storm figured she might as well enjoy herself at the other woman’s expense. “Ahh, if only you’d been better at begging,” she mused.

While Storm was warming to the idea of spiteful sadism, for Lyssa it was essentially her default state of being, so she was in her element. As soon as Wendy had become helpless, she was fair game for the blue-haired girl’s brutality. Lyssa was still administering hard spanks with the paddle, ostensibly to keep Wendy moving, but in practice it was more to keep Lyssa entertained, so the punishment system was cruelly arbitrary. The sound of spanked ass flesh, mixed with muffled moans, was extremely satisfying for both the Brits, although Lyssa soon began to explore other options to amuse herself.

“This is apartment is nice,” Lyssa cooed, walking ahead and nosily peering around the room. “So much better than my shit place. Why’s she doing better than me?”

“Maybe because you’re fresh off the plane, and haven’t actually wrestled a match yet?” Storm rolled her eyes.

“Oh, no, I know, it’s her side hustles,” Lyssa continued thoughtfully. “These paid gigs for sitting on losers’ faces must be really profitable. Fuck, I could get into that! I’ll take someone’s money to hurt them, stinkface them, kick them in the crotch, whatever,” Lyssa enthused.

“Well, you are fucking annoying, but I think there’s a bit more to it than that,” Storm chuckled dismissively. Her friend was always looking for ways to earn – and burn through – money, and Storm didn’t always want to get involved in her shenanigans. Lyssa, though, wasn’t dropping the subject, and her eyes had alighted on Wendy’s purse on the counter.

“Fuck, Storm, this bitch is loaded, see?” Lyssa exclaimed, rifling through sheets of paper money.

“Put that back, we’re not thieves.”

“Alright, but… how much was that phone Wendy stamped on? $600? Plus she wanted to charge you $300 for an apartment wrestle… I think we’ve earned that back, and then some!” the blue-haired girl argued. “We’ll call it a round $1,000 to make things even,” Lyssa declared, counting the notes and going to her bag to deposit the ill-gotten gains. “That’s only fair, isn’t it Wend?”

Storm shook her head at her partner's impudence, but said nothing. With a start, she realised she hadn’t let their hapless victim breathe for a while, so gave the smother dummy a restorative twerking session to bring her round.

“Oh, is she struggling? I know a way to perk her up!” Lyssa cackled as a wicked idea suddenly struck her. With an ominous grin, the imp went over to the refrigerator and scooped up an ice cube. She marched back over to the kneeling captive, and pulled at the thong back of Wendy’s costume, to expose her bare ass.

“Stay sharp!” she smirked, before slipping the ice cube deep in between Wendy’s butt cheeks. She let the black outfit snap back, and gave the handcuffed girl a wedgie for good measure, making sure the painfully cold cube got wedged deep into Wendy’s ass crack. It wasn't by any means the most brutal of punishments, but Lyssa was sure that the white-haired girl's reaction would be hilarious enough to make it worth her while.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy’s muffled cries only grew louder as they made their way through the apartment, helpless in Storm’s clutches, utterly stuck between her pale cheeks. She supposed she should’ve been grateful on one level - she’d worried that the harness might not be of the best quality, since it wasn’t like she could look up user reviews on the damned thing. Well, she would have to wonder no more, because it held on tight, never giving up an inch no matter how much Storm shook about. Wendy’s face might as well have been glued to Storm’s buttocks.

It was rapidly reaching the point where she would’ve liked to fade out and get knocked out again, but Lyssa’s spanking made that nigh impossible. The little bitch was inexperienced with the paddle, but that made it hurt even worse than it normally would have, as she held nothing back and let each stroke fly with vicious precision. She couldn't tell for sure, but she wouldn’t have been surprised to see that some skin was getting broken back there.

Thankfully - somewhat - things came to a temporary lull, as the two bitches took a minute to consider Wendy’s living situation. She could only grunt and growl in response, but if she could talk…well, if she could talk, she would be cursing them out. But if these weren’t too women she would like to push off a pier, then she would’ve told them that, yeah, sitting on guy’s faces was good money and was the source of her income these days. That and OnlyFans brought in big money, though the latter could be a pain in the ass with all their random policy changes.

That was a topic for another day, when she wasn’t almost ears-deep in Storm’s ass. For now, she just enjoyed the rest, trying to recover a bit as the two talk, letting the darkness come over her, letting the lights fade away…

…until they started talking about her money.

That was a good way to breathe life back into Wendy, and her struggles came back with a vengeance, making her buck and shriek as Storm twerked about. Lyssa had a talent for making every bad situation worse, though, and she demonstrated this unique ability soon enough as Wendy felt something cold and hard slipping up her ass.

An ice cube. The crazy bitch was slipping an ice cube in her, and giving her a wedgie to go along with. Wendy began to shake about, fuming with indescribable rage, but all that seemed to do was wedge her in even deeper…

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“Well, that touched a nerve,” Storm scoffed as her harnessed victim squirmed in muffled desperation, as Wendy realised her ready cash was being emptied into Lyssa’s bag. Personally, Storm thought that the theft was a little tawdry – she’d meant it when she said they weren’t thieves; this evening was about SO much more than that. Lyssa, though, was as avaricious as a magpie, and Storm decided it wasn’t worth the hassle trying to stop her partner from filling her always-empty pockets. In fact, she had to admit, that frenzied response from Wendy as she wiggled miserably against her ass? Fucking priceless.

Storm’s grin got wider as Lyssa’s creative cruelty continued, the ice cube wedgie to Wendy’s rear eliciting an even angrier response from their stifled smother dummy.

“Okay, that really touched a nerve,” Storm laughed as she felt the violent reaction of their anguished victim, pushing desperately up against the Scot’s thonged ass and managing to work her squished nose even deeper into her derriere. “Christ, Wendy, you can’t escape THAT way,” Storm cackled as their tormented target managed to twist and lodge her face incredibly far into that broad, fleshy rear. It was such an intimately satisfying feeling for the big brunette, every brush against her barely-clad ass was a vindication of this vicious revenge scheme. Storm had worked hard to make sure Wendy had plumbed these miserable depths!

Lyssa had, of course, worked a little less hard, but was still enjoying the scene. “Haha, yeah, she is disappearing up there!” the blue haired girl gloated, her eyes sparkling with malice as she was given the best view in the house of the victim’s suffering. “Think we can make it back to the bedroom before she passes out?” Lyssa mused, giving another entirely unnecessary spank to Wendy’s reddening ass.

“Yeah, I think we’re done out here,” Storm agreed. “Come on loser, walkies,” the Scot cooed, turning and getting into her stride again, slowly learning the unusual art of dragging someone along in a smother harness. Wendy had worked herself deep into Storm’s round, sweaty ass, and the brunette was genuinely unsure if she’d remain conscious after the return trip to the bedroom.

Lyssa cackled as Storm degraded their practice dummy, and then paused. “Huh, that reminds me. The neighbour said she has a dog… where is it?” the bluenette frowned and looked around, suddenly wary of a potential animal attack.

“Ah, don’t worry, we’d have heard it by now if it was here, she must keep it somewhere else during sessions,” Storm reassured her partner as they made their slow, sadistic way back to Wendy’s bedroom.

“Okay, nearly there, we’ll get you out of this thing now, Wendy,” Storm noted as they pulled up in the softly-lit bedchamber. The Scot started tugging at the straps to try and work out how to free the poor practice dummy.

“Oh, shit, don’t pull that, I think you’re making it tighter!!” laughed Lyssa.

“Well, I don’t fucking know how this works! It’s fiddly!!” shot back Storm, irritated but at the same time amused – after all, the longer it took them to untangle the harness, the longer poor Wendy would be locked in limbo, wedged in Storm’s butt.

After an interminable amount of arguing, the pair finally pulled the straps loose, releasing the handcuffed girl from the harness. Storm felt a gust of air against her sweaty cheeks, highlighting how humid that prison must have gotten.

“Ahah! Freedom!” the Scot shot sarcastically as she surveyed her suffering foe. “But… not for long,” she added with a smirk. Her need for vengeance was not yet fully sated.

Storm would roughly hairpull Wendy upright, standing her at the foot of the bed, before stepping back and delivering a hard side kick to Wendy’s chest, hoping to send her flying backwards onto the big, inviting mattress.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, no shit, stealing Wendy’s money was going to touch a nerve. She had most of her money in the bank, only carrying around cash so she could make change when her clients wanted to pay that way. Losing it wouldn’t exactly cripple her - she wasn’t exactly rolling in dough, but she had enough to live comfortably with a decent barrier. But the thought of her money, what she worked so hard to make, going to this bratty little troll doll was enough to drive her legit insane. As much as she wanted to get back at Storm for doing most of the damage, Lyssa was working her way up the shit list in record time and was a serious contender for the top spot. She wouldn't forget her whenever she had the chance to even this score.

But that time wouldn’t be coming for a while, it seemed, as the two bitches still had her firmly under control, and she wasn’t able to think of a way out anytime soon. Not while she was on the verge of getting knocked out again, and definitely not with Lyssa sticking an ice cube up her ass.

That put Wendy in a frenzy, as the cold sensation cut through her, making her squeal into Storm’s ass cheeks. Her struggling had the unwelcome side effect of making it all worse and wedging her in even deeper, so deep that there wasn’t any more chance of stealing a breath - she was on her way out now, with nothing to do about it.

Wendy did her best to keep up with Storm as they made their way back to the bedroom, but with her hands cuffed and her body aching for air, that was a true struggle, and she wound up getting dragged for it more than she would’ve liked, picking up some rug burns on her knees. She was almost relieved when they finally came to a stop, knowing she would at least be out of the harness soon enough, but…

…oh, damn it.

The harness came with instructions on how to lock and release it, but the two tormentors obviously hadn't had the time to read it, and probably wouldn’t have cared much if they did. That left Wendy’s face stranded in Storm’s ass as they tried to figure it out, and she was losing more and more precious air with each passing second. Getting weaker, going slower, until-

”Fuck!” Wendy fell to the floor, gasping and coughing and wheezing as she struggled to fill her lungs once again. She could still feel Storm’s ass on her face, still smell her sweat, still taste her on the tongue, and all she wanted was a moment to recover, but even that wasn’t going to happen.

”Wait, wait-” She hissed as Storm dragged her upwards, still hungry for more. ”Please, don’t-”

Her request was denied in one of the worst ways: a solid kick to the chest. It sent her big, bulky body flying onto the bed, where she landed and bounced to the side. Growing desperate, Wendy rolled over and tried to crawl her way back off it, but it was slow going, and she wouldn’t be getting far. No way.

She had to try, though.

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Storm was impressed that Wendy had managed to stay conscious throughout the prolonged smother harness ordeal. It had clearly come at a cost, though, with the handcuffed girl falling weakly to the floor, huffing and breathing heavily. Her once-pretty face was a miserable, flustered mess. There was maybe a slight softening of the bitch’s attitude, too, as she feebly begged whilst being forced back on to her feet. However, having set Wendy up for the next stage of this revenge tour, Storm was not about to stop.

The well-executed side kick sent Wendy back and up in a pleasing arc, landing with a bounce on top of the plush mattress. Still she struggled, rolling slowly to the side, trying to escape despite her bound wrists.

“Seriously?” scoffed Storm. On one level, the Scot understood the continued, doomed defiance. Under other circumstances, she would have respected it. But since she hated Wendy and had a burning score to settle, she had no time for the struggle, and she felt nothing but anger and scorn.

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” she tutted, quickly reaching out across the bed and grabbing Wendy’s legs, to flip her back over on to her back. Lyssa joined in too, the pair each taking an ankle and spreading her legs apart.

“Lucky you put these ropes here,” Storm deadpanned, as she and her partner busied themselves with taking the restraints at the two bottom bedposts, and wrapping them around Wendy’s ankles. The Southerner was left lying back on her bound hands, with her split legs strapped to the bed.

“Ohh, kinky,” Lyssa giggled excitedly. She’d been making no secret of her lewd plans, and she’d put it off for as long as she could. “We are SO gonna ride her face, right?” she salivated. “You wanna do it together?” Lyssa gave her partner’s ass a playful squeeze.

“Eh, you’re alright,” Storm demurred, the big brunette surveying her bound rival with a look that was more contemptuous than carnal. “You have your fun with her, Lyssa.”

The blue-haired girl eagerly clambered up on to the bed and straddled Wendy’s waist, looking down on her plaything with relish. “Fine by me. Stormy might not want a threesome, but I’ll make up for it, I promise,” she purred scandalously, already grinding her crotch a little against Wendy’s hip.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Storm said, walking over to the side of the bed. “I need to go and edit the video of our match, anyway. Don’t want your fans getting a sub-par product, Wendy,” the Scot sneered.

“Oh, and another thing…” Storm leant close to Wendy’s ear, and lowered her voice to a quiet, malicious hiss. “I know that you can probably slip the safety on those handcuffs… at least, when you don’t have someone sat on you. But if you don’t lie there and take your punishments like a good girl, then I swear to God, we will tie your wrists to the bed posts and leave you there to stew all fucking night. So show some fucking discipline, dog, or you’ll spend the next twelve hours regretting it.”

Storm finished her snarling speech and headed for the door.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Lyssa moaned as she slowly ground herself on Wendy’s body.

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, Wendy was utterly fucked, here. Yes, her chances of getting away from one attacker, let alone two, were pretty much nil. Yes, attempting was just going to tick Storm off, if it did anything.

But, damn it, she had to try.

She didn’t get too far before the other women dragged her back to reality, figuratively and literally. ”Hey, hey, what are you…stop, stop!” She wriggled around as the two secured her legs, making her deeply regret putting those ropes there. Wendy fought as badly as she could, but there was no getting out of this, and it didn’t help that she was still weak from having her consciousness yo-yoed.

She was left to lay there, legs bound and arms secure behind her back, completely helpless - well, not completely. Before she could even think about alternate plans, though, Lyssa climbed up on top of her, mounted her waist, and…

…oh. Oh, fuck.

Wendy wasn’t sure what she was expecting from this woman, given all the torment she’d been through since they met, but she had to say, a lap dance wasn’t on her list. Her body tensed up, shocked, then started to ease down as the grinding motion took effect. As much as she hated - hated, hated, hated - to admit it, this felt good, really good. Lysaa was an irritating little punk, but she was hot, and Wendy could’ve picked many, many worse people to be grinding on her lap. In so many ways, that just made it worse - she was starting to enjoy this, and she didn’t want to.

To make matters worse, Storm came in and shot down whatever hopes she had of turning this around - the escape latch on the handcuffs was a weak ace up her sleeve, probably wouldn’t have worked, but it was something. With that off the table, her fate was just about sealed. As much as she wanted to fight, it wasn’t worth the hassle of being spreadeagled on her own bed for the better part of a day.

Storm left the room and left her with the little hellion on her lap, grinding away on her. Wendy curled her toes and bit her lip hard, stifling a moan, but her body had a mind of its own and began grinding back, moving in tandem with Lyssa’s grinding. ”You…little…fucker.” She tried to hide one of her moans behind a growl. ”You know I’m going to wreck you the first time I see you after this, right?”

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Lyssa’s catlike eyes looked down on her captive’s form with amused, self, satisfied glee. The first impression she had formed of this woman still held true – Wendy was fucking hot. Sure, the white-haired girl had had a lot of her lustre beaten out of her, her once-sleek features now a flustered, sweaty mess from the successive ass smotherings she had taken… but her dishevelment didn’t detract from the stark, underlying beauty that Wendy was blessed with. Plus, she had nice tits. Lyssa leant forward and took advantage of them now, caressing them with a lot more care than she had meted out earlier in the encounter. Wendy was still making threats, of course, but Lyssa laughed them off.

“Ooh, are you going to tell me I’ve been a naughty girl? Stop it, I was hoping to take this slow,” she purred sardonically, her pussy tingling with excitement now that she could grind with free abandon. Lyssa licked her lips as she saw the first signs of interest spark in Wendy’s deliciously bound body, sensing that Southerner beneath her was trying her best to suppress those longings. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Don’t be silly, you’re not going to be mad at me,” the bluenette cooed softly, tracing her index finger down the curve of Wendy’s cheek. “This wasn’t my revenge plan, I’m just here for moral support.” Still insistently grinding, Lyssa’s finger softly moved down the bound girl’s neck, and idly caressed her cleavage. “Hell, if you hadn’t picked on someone I care about, I’d probably be your biggest fan.”

Lyssa herself was getting flustered now, and she sat upright, removing her grey-blue top. She impishly dragged the garment across Wendy’s face to flaunt her helplessness, then tossed it aside, leaving her clad only in bra and thong. The petite middleweight shuffled forward a little, up Wendy’s body, legs spread at the bottom of her chest now, so she could grind herself against Wendy’s breast.

“I think you and me have a lot in common,” she mused breathily. “I bet you came from a shit town, just like mine. And you realised that the only way to drag yourself up out of the dirt, was by stepping on the backs of everyone else.” Lyssa was being surprisingly candid in this reverie, but the horny little hellcat was lost in the moment. She slipped her right hand behind her body, seeking out Wendy’s spread thighs, caressing the spreadeagled flesh, before rubbing her fingers insistently against the crotch of the Southerner’s black one-piece.

“So yeah… you won’t be getting back at me. Not now that my guard’s up. You just stick to preying on the weak… and hell, maybe I will look out for you, try and pick up a few pointers,” she smiled, continuing to tease and grind as her excitement built.

[BlackAkuma]

Ugh, goddamn it, why did Lyssa have to be so fucking hot? As weird as it sounded, this would be a whole lot better if she was cross-eyed with gapped teeth, flat-chested, and if she smelled like a garbage dump. That woud suck, sure, she wouldn’t want that kind of person on her, but it would also mean that Wendy wouldn’t be turned on right now.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case - Lyssa was sexy as all hell. She had a great little body, but unlike a lot of the glorified models that were hanging around LAW, she wasn’t just tits and ass. There was some muscle there, too, enough to give her some real definition. Athletic. Hell, she could’ve even liked her attitude, too, if it wasn’t being aimed at her. She’d never teamed up with anyone for beatdown, but she could see doing it with someone who had was on her wavelength, which Lyssa very much seemed to be.

And now she was caressing her tits. Damn it.

There was no hiding it, now - having her breasts rubbed was too much of a sweet spot. A gasping moan flew out of Wendy’s mouth, before she turned her head to the side and tried to bury it in the sheets. ”Moral support-” Another moan came out. Fuck, this girl was good with her fingers. ”Moral support, my ass. You fucking stuck an ice cube in my butt. And you fucking zapped me. And you're stealing my goddamn money.” Probably should've said that in order of importance, but whatever, it was out. “You're getting it just like she is.”

Off came Lyssa’s shirt now, revealing a pretty set of perky breasts, before the woman started to move up her body, leaving Wendy’s hips to hump against the air as she moved up to breasts. She didn’t respond to the woman right away, instead looking away from her refusing to meet her gaze - she’d hit a lot closer to home than she wanted to admit. ”You don’t know-”

Wendy was interrupted as Lyssa’s devilish fingers found their way between her legs, stoking up her fires once again. Her body betrayed her, thrusting up to meet her touch, getting the most pleasure out of every moment. ”Ah, fuck!” She threw her head back and groaned as she writhed. ”You don’t know shit about me! Why do you even care so much about her, huh? She can’t be worth all that much if I got the jump on her like I did. Fucking wasting your time…”