Blowing Off Steam

[BlackAkuma]

Now that Wendy was on top and in control, she could take her time with things more, focus on having fun with this instead of constantly hounding Fumi. She had to give the little wolf credit, she put up a hell of a fight, way more than she would’ve expected for someone in her weight. Usually, the more petite girls folded easily after you gave them a few solid hits, unable to take any real punishment, unused to mixing it up with a heavyweight. This one? She had real fire. Wendy could do a lot with that.

For now, though, she just enjoyed the seat, Fumi came back to consciousness. Of course, she had plenty to say. It was the usual stuff: ‘Who are you’, ‘why are you doing this’, ‘you’ll be sorry’, that kind of thing. A broken record in Wendy’s ears, nothing she’d never heard before. She just let the woman get it all out of her system, staring at her as she sputtered and spoke and pleaded her case.

Once she was done, Wendy wrapped her arms around the woman’s head and pulled her in to her chest, abruptly shoving her face between her waiting breasts for a tight smother. She brought her feet off the floor and used her full weight to keep Fumi pinned, riding down her struggles with ease, taking her breath away with an unflinching hold. She was more a facesitter, and she would get to that before she was through, but this would do for now.

”Honey, I don’t need a reason. I’m just blowing off steam.” She crooned and wiggled her chest, enjoying the sensation of her captive’s face on her flesh. ”Having some fun, you know? If you’re a good girl, maybe you can have fun too.” To ensure her meaning was understood, she gave Fumi’s lap a few quick grinds, a little pleasure to go along with the pain.

[ADarlingDucky]

In some ways, it seemed pretty damn impressive that Fumi had seemingly been tackled onto the ground, and then only a moment later, was being woken up by a stinging slap across her face, now entirely across the room and sitting in a chair with Wendy on her lap! It was concerning of course, but she couldn't be too focused on just how hard she had been slammed against the floor when she had more looming problems, in the form of the woman on her lap. With Fumi pinned now, there was no real sense of urgency from Wendy anymore, and other than the nasty slap, she wasn't really showing any signs of being violent right now, though Fumi knew that it would only take a second to flip that switch. Instead, she had given the fox a chance to talk, and while Fumi knew there was no talking her way out of this situation, she could hopefully at least get some time to recover, her arms still feeling like lead!

Her words weren't entirely a lie either, but any warnings to Wendy were completely ignored, as this certainly didn't seem like her first rodeo, and that meant that Fumi was only re-treading old ground for her! She must not have wanted to listen to it for much longer either, as after she was done, Wendy suddenly wrapped her arms around Fumi's head, and the lightweight's face was suddenly plunged into the white haired woman's hefty cleavage!

"Mmmph?! Mmmmmhh!" Fumi let out a muffled moan, but as Wendy shoved Fumi's face up into her chest, the fox was suddenly smushed on either side by her attacker's large tits, squishing up against her as Wendy held her tight! Fumi could barely even thrash as Wendy held her close, resulting in an embarrassing lack of attempts to escape, while Wendy soon made it clear she wasn't just here to dispense pain!

"Mmmph! Mmmhh..." Fumi absolutely hated that the feeling of Wendy's wide hips grinding against hers actually forced a moan out of her, one that was muffled into Wendy's chest, but a moan nonetheless! Her arms barely even came up, a small push at Wendy's hips if anything, but she simply had to ride out her journey to titty city and hope that the southern belle would have mercy soon!

[BlackAkuma]

Now that they’d slowed the pace down a notch, Wendy could take a moment to appreciate her catch of the day, and so far, she liked what she had to work with. Fumi wasn’t a big girl, but she had a lot going for her - cute breast, good hips, a firm body that felt damn good between her legs, and long, flowing hair. She’d wager the woman was quite a looker under that mask, too, and she was of a mind to rectify that little critique in short order.

For now, though, she just enjoyed the ride as she continued to grind on Fumi’s lap, settling in while she pulled the woman deep into her breasts. From the sound of things, she wasn’t the only one getting a little out of this, too - oh, she heard felt that moan against her skin, just a hint of lust. It was always best when her victims enjoyed their suffering to some degree, made them more conflicted about what was happening to them. As much as Wendy enjoyed screwing with their bodies, she loved messing up their minds even more, working on the psychological aspect of things.

She let Fumi suffer for a few more moments, keeping a keen eye out for any signs of unconsciousness, waiting until the perfect moment before she released her from the flesh prison. She let the smaller woman catch her breath, sucking in a few lungfuls, to make sure that she could process everything that was happening to her.

”That’s it. Breathe. Good girl.” She reached up and gave Fumi a pat on the cheek, an almost motherly touch, before she brought her hand to the woman’s mask and started to lift it up. ”Now, let’s get this dumb mask off, huh? Wanna see that pretty face.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Wendy might have appreciated her catch, but in spite of how attractive she was, Fumi didn't necessarily appreciate being caught. However, as it stood now, with her stuck in this chair and a curvy heavyweight on her lap pinning her down, she was most assuredly caught. And in spite of any words or attempted threats Wendy's way, no amount of talking was going to get her out of this situation, as Wendy didn't even care enough to let her finish her full thought before she was suddenly shoved between the busty southerner's breasts! It was better than getting slapped around, that was for sure, but it certainly didn't make it any easier to breathe, as she let out a few muffled cries into Wendy's chest, the air slowly being sapped from her as she was ridden!

It seemed that Wendy, in addition to beating the holy hell out of Fumi so far, wasn't opposed to showing her some more sensual treatment, as the grinding of heavyweight's body up against Fumi's lap showed! She was a bit embarrassed at the muffled moan it forced out, but she had bigger problems, and they would begin shortly after Wendy eventually pulled the fox's face out of her chest. Namely, with Wendy's next course of action!

The gentle pat on her face was at least a nice change from how Wendy had last made contact with her cheek, but as the white haired woman reached for her mask, Fumi's eyes grew wide, as she suddenly twisted her head away from Wendy's grip!

"Nnngh! No! Don't... touch... my mask!" Fumi hissed, each word punctuated by her suddenly twisting her head away from Wendy's hand, this way and that, trying to make it impossible to grab her face! She attempted to wriggle a hand free to try and hold her mask on her face by force, making it clear that she didn't wish to have her face exposed, though with Wendy atop her, she wouldn't be getting out of her clutches anytime soon!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy couldn't help but laugh as Fumi twisted about in her grip, desperate to keep her mask on tight. This wasn’t the first time she’d encountered wrestlers like this, people who were so focused on keeping their masks on that they freaked out if they lost them in public, and she always found it funny as hell. It was like a little kid who didn’t want to take off his mask during Halloween. They were alone, no cameras, no anything, and Wendy was pretty damn sure they’d never met before. Why would she care?

But whatever, no skin off her nose. Hell, she could work with this.

”Easy, easy!” Wendy’s gripping hands changed to soft, caressing ones, as she gently stroked her victim’s face, almost with a loving touch. ”Don’t get so worked up. Just wanted to see that pretty face of yours, that was all.” She adjusted in the seat and planted her feet more solidly on the floor, taking some weight off Fumi’s lap. Enough to give her more pain than pleasure but not enough to make escape a possibility.

”Tell you what - you want that mask to stay on? Fine. But I want something, too.” She leaned in, pressing her nose against the she-wolf’s face, looking at her through half-lidded eyes. ”Kiss me. A good kiss, too. Give me back a little something of what I’m giving.” She gave her a teasing thrust to drive the point home. ”You give me some of the good treatment, I’ll do the same for you.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Admittedly, Fumi's struggles were hardly anything that could worry Wendy. Given the woman on her lap had an entire weight category between herself and Fumi, the lightweight likely couldn't have gotten her off without some serious struggling, and blows to the head tended to reduce the ability to do that in the first place. Still, it seemed that her struggles against the woman on her lap had at least let it be known how badly she didn't wish to be unmasked, and thanks to her feverish squirming, Wendy would eventually cease attempts to grab hold of the thing protecting her identity, and would revert back to that gentle touch against her face! It was somewhat odd to have such a gentle touch coming from the woman who had previously bashed her head into the floor because Fumi had attempted to escape, but it certainly hurt a lot less.

She was quite wary of Wendy, figuring that this woman wanted nothing more than to hurt her, so when Wendy revealed what she wanted instead... well, to say that Fumi was surprised would have been a slight underselling.

"You... what?" Fumi sounded completely surprised, but figuring that those two words likely wouldn't make her captor very happy, she decided to expand upon them. "You want me... to kiss you? I don't get it, you did this to kiss me?" Surely that couldn't have been it, right? Wendy had attacked her, tossed her into an empty room to keep her captive, and yet, her demands were far less humiliating and far more sensual. LAW had it's fair share of those who were into sexual acts like this. Hell, Fumi had forced a bare ass facesit on her defeated opponent during her debut, but this seemed like a lot of hassle to lock lips with the beautiful lightweight.

And yet, Wendy pressed against her tightly, in a way that showed clear desire, gazing hungrily at her as she demanded her smooch, and to be honest, it was hard to deny how attractive she was. Pain in the ass though she might be, it seemed that she had presented Fumi with two clear options, one being to kiss this big busty southerner, and the second being to get her face pounded into the floor again and her mask stripped of. It was a fairly easy choice.

"...Hm. Fine." Fumi said, doing her best to not sound pouty and failing, as she pressed her lips together, leaning into Wendy. A quick peck would have likely gotten her beaten up as well, and so the black haired beauty would plant her lips on Wendy's and press them hard into the larger woman's mouth, locking lips with her to hopefully appease her and buy some time!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Fumi’s response, loving the look of confusion on her face. Maybe it was a little out of nowhere, she could admit - it wasn’t every day taht someone attacked you, laid you out, then proceeded to try and make out with you. But from Wendy’s perspective, it all made a certain sense. She was in control of this situation, complete and utter domination. Why not have a little fun with it? True, she could just beat the fuck out of Fumi and be done with it, but she might as well squeeze some enjoyment out, too, while she had the chance. It wasn’t like her victim was going anywhere anytime soon.

or”I did it ‘cause I wanted to have fun, sweetcakes. And I can have fun in a lot of ways.” She adjusted in the seat, letting more of weight come down on the more petite woman’s lap, pressing her into the chair. ”Could have it beating the shit out of you, yeah. Or I could have it just lying down, getting nice and cozy. Do something nice with those cute lips of yours.” Wendy reached up and grasped her chin, turning her head from side to side as she inspected her face. The mask hid most of it, but she still liked what little she could see.

”Plans can change.” She pressed her forehead against Fumi, ensuring she could see the manic gleam in her eyes. ”Up to you.”

Fumi was clearly divided on the subject, but it only took her a few moments to see the sense in things - she only really had one choice, after all. In came the kiss, and to the furry’s credit, it wasn’t a half-bad one. Decent amount of tongue. Good effort. Not too heavy on the saliva. 6 out of 10. Room for improvement. Luckily, motivation was one of Wendy’s specialties.

Wendy brought her hand up and gripped Fumi’s hair, giving a stern yank - not hard enough to really hurt, but enough for her to get the message. She broke away from the kiss, only for a moment, just long to get a word out. ”Harder.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Wendy was something of an enigma. She was violent as all hell, given the chair strike and the smacking of Fumi's head into the floor, and yet when she finally got the fox pinned down, she had gone from nasty strikes and choking to smothering Fumi with her chest and demanding that the lightweight kiss her! It was an odd change indeed, but Fumi had very little chance of getting Wendy off of her lap at the current moment, and so her options were severely limited, with one of them being to accept further beatings for disobeying the larger woman. All things considered, the choice had been made for her, and all that was left was for Fumi to follow through on it, before she took too long and angered Wendy. And given that Wendy had just finished inspecting her face, it seemed that her time limit to make her decision was running low. And so, here went nothing!

Once Fumi pressed her lips against Wendy's, she could almost instantly sense the pure and carnal hunger that Wendy kissed her back with, the white haired woman putting more weight onto her lap as the two came together! Wendy was warm, her body was curvy and snuggled in nicely against Fumi's, and she pressed her tongue into Fumi's mouth with a clear desire, even though Fumi was fairly reserved! Fumi was angry at being attacked, angry at the pain she felt in her arms and head, but perhaps most telling, angry that there was part of her that found herself enjoying it, tentative as she was being!

But it seemed that being tentative wouldn't go unnoticed either.

"Nngh!" Fumi let out a light yelp when Wendy pulled her hair, making some space between their faces and causing the fox to wince as Wendy stared at her, the lustful gaze now tinged with the same hunger she felt earlier. And Wendy's command, a single word, made it very clear that she desired Fumi to give into the same lust that Wendy had! On one hand, Fumi did NOT take kindly to being ordered around. And on the other hand, she began to think that if she gave Wendy enough of what she was looking for, she might become entranced by it... enough so that the fox could take advantage. This decision obviously having nothing to do with finding Wendy hot. Of course.

"...Alright, then come here." Fumi's reply was short, and when they met again, it was quite the different approach from the fox. Fumi leaned fully into Wendy's body, pressing her breasts against Wendy's and locking their lips together. Fumi pressed her tongue into the southerner's mouth, looking to wrestle it down. She kissed her like she was trying to win a compeition, to take some measure of dominance back over the heavyweight, and it showed as her own carnal hunger leaked in, gripping Wendy's waist as she made out with her, giving the white haired woman exactly what she asked for!

[BlackAkuma]

You know, Fumi was pretty cute the more Wendy thought about it. True, it was a little hard to tell that at times, what with all…this that she had on, but there was a great little body under the Halloween costume. Sweet curves, long black hair, and she wasn’t afraid to show off her lovely chest. Wendy preferred her women on the smaller side, too…

So, small surprise, but she loved her time on top of Fumi, especially when her simple threat did its job and got the foxy woman to put more soul into it. Wendy let out a pleasant hum as her captivating captive capitulated, diving in with reckless abandon and starting up an impromptu wrestling match in their mouths. The she-wolf was blessed with a talented tongue, and she showed it off as she drove Wendy wild, pushing her back and nearly taking her off her guard.

That didn’t last long, though, as a wicked grin crept over the Backstage Bully’s face, even as their kiss deepened. Things were getting interesting.

She let Fumi set the pace for now, as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman’s legs and stood up, lifting her along the way. Wendy kicked the chair out of the way, stepped forward, and pinned her ‘victim’ up against the table. As fun as it was to have her int the seat, she like the extra room this gave her, allowing her to slide her thick thigh in between the girl’s leap and start a slow, steady grind.

”See?” She pulled away and nipped Fumi’s bottom lip on the way out. ”When you’re a good girl, this is what you get.” Wendy began to pepper her neck with soft, tender kisses, punctuating by the occasional bite, as she pressed forward and kept the She-Wolf pinned against the table. She was working her way downward with each passing second, and it didn’t take much speculation to figure out what her destination was.

[ADarlingDucky]

Fumi's first try at this hadn't seemed to be enough for Wendy, and so after given some quick but poignant encouragement by the southerner, the lightweight would try again, and this time, she would match Wendy's energy, hungrily devouring her lips in a passionate kiss! Their lips were tight together, and their tongues even tighter so, as Fumi wrestled with Wendy in this sensual way, the fox even leaning forwards and rubbing her body up against the bigger woman's, giving her everything that she had to offer! And Wendy seemed to enjoy it too, pushing up against Fumi in return, kissing the lightweight as if the two had been lovers for years, only getting more and more aggressive the longer they made it.

At first, Fumi wasn't even aware that the weight had slowly lifted off of her lap, but when she was pulled up, she soon became aware of the fact that Wendy had completely hoisted her into the air, booting the chair away as she carried the fox a short distance to one of the nearby tables! Fumi came down onto the surface of it with a slight thud, not a painful landing by any stretch, and soon Wendy was on top of her once more, one of her thighs sliding between Fumi's thighs and rubbing against her groin. She had to say, the moan she released when Wendy did so was not exactly something she had to play up.

Slowly, gradually, Wendy would break their kiss, gently nibbling Fumi's lip before slowly sliding down the lightweight's body, a few gentle kisses on her neck, then some on her collarbone, some on her chest, slowly moving downwards! Fumi, loathe as she might be to admit, had forgotten any plans of escape as she leaned back and closed her eyes, unable to stifle the moan that came from her mouth as Wendy pampered her!

"Nnnnhh... you know... you could have... asked... instead of- Aaahh!" Another gentle moan as Wendy kissed her body, and now Fumi's hands came down on Wendy's head, but not in any form of protest. Instead, they slowly pushed her downwards, guiding her towards her destination. Surely her plan was to snap Wendy up in a headscissor the moment that she got down low enough, right? Fumi wasn't too sure anymore, and even though it might be a good chance to catch Wendy off guard, surely it couldn't hurt to play along a little more and see where she was going with this... could it?