The Spoils of War

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Storm’s back was aching, but her grip on the girl slung over her shoulder held firm. Dragging her beaten enemy backstage had seemed like a good idea at the time, but when that enemy weighed the best part of 180lbs, and you’d just been through a ferocious, thirty-minute, multi-fall facesit battle, it was actually quite the task for your tired body. Fortunately, Storm knew precisely where she was going, as she doggedly marched deeper into the warren of backstage corridors, and was determined to see this through. Not that she encountered much resistance – LAW was the one place where a sweaty, bikini-clad woman could carry a naked, bound captive through the halls without raising too many eyebrows.

Storm didn’t want prying eyes, though, as proud as she was of battering Wendy. She was making a beeline for the private rings, and smiled when she pushed her way through the door she’d been looking for.

The brunette stopped for a second to glance around the cavernous room. A wrestling ring sat at the centre, but with all manner of evil-looking bondage toys lining the walls.

Grimly familiar to Storm, since it was the exact same room that Wendy had used to torture her, on her first day. As a setting for payback, it was as practical as it was poetic.

Storm’s partner Lyssa was perched casually on the apron, watching the other women enter with a satisfied smirk. Blue jeans, black boots, grey vest, her standard attire almost seeming overdressed compared to the scantily-clad heavyweights now entering her domain.

“Oho… fucking yes!” she spluttered gleefully, her slender body quivering with barely-contained excitement.

“Brought you a present,” Storm deadpanned as she carried Wendy deeper into the room. As she neared Lyssa, Storm simply dropped the bound Southerner down, allowing her to crash at the blue-haired girl’s feet.

“Did she sleep all the way here?” Lyssa enquired with imperious scorn, as she ran her eyes over her potential new plaything, giddily running over scenarios in her mind about how to start things off. They potentially had a long, long night ahead of them...

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No, Wendy hadn't slept the whole way. Not totally, anyway. She’d been drifting in and out of consciousness, fluttering between the waking and sleeping worlds like a moth in the lights, leaving her only vaguely aware of what was happening. She could tell that she was being moved around somewhere, and in the dim recesses of her mind she figured that she was being transported to the medics. But that didn’t quite jive - she should’ve been on one of those stretchers, right? Why was she being lugged around like a sack of meat?

Her mind was racing with questions, and the answers weren’t forthcoming until the trip ended. Getting dropped on the floor sent a shock through her spine, and it was just the jolt she needed to come back to reality, and-

Naked. She was stark naked.

That was the first thing that jumped out to her, as the cool breezes of the room flowed over her fallen, fulsome form. The second thing jumped out to her when she instinctively tried to cover her body - namely, that she couldn't. Her hands were bound. Fuck, her feet were bound, too. And was someone talking?

Wendy looked up and blinked, as the two figures above her cleared out through her hazy vision. Her brain was still sluggish, but crystal clarity came through when saw that familiar blue hair: Lyssa. And, of course, Storm. Everything made more sense now, but where had they taken her? She looked around, confused, and took in the area around them. The ring, the bondage stuff on the wall, those lights, the door…

…oh, fuck.

The realization of where she was and what that likely meant hit all at once, and flight took precedent over flight. She lifted up her legs, shot them out at Lyssa’s calves to knock her away, then made a mad caterpillar crawl for the door, moving as fast as she could…which wasn’t fast at all, really, but fuck if she wasn’t going to try.

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“Tsk, hey!!” Lyssa exclaimed as Wendy interrupted the debrief by lashing out at her legs. Luckily for Lyssa, the battered and bound wrestler wasn’t able to muster much force, and the kick to her calves only made the bluenette stagger back a little, where she was able to grab the side of the ring for balance.

Lyssa opened her mouth to scold Wendy, but then paused. Watching the tied-up woman crawl slowly across the floor was actually kind of funny, and Lyssa couldn’t help but cackle.

“Hah… oh, that’s pathetic!” she smirked at Wendy’s painfully slow progress. “Maybe we should leave her and see how far she gets.”

Storm and Lyssa both looked on at their crawling captive. Lyssa scratched her chin thoughtfully.

“Okay, I’m bored now,” the blue-haired girl declared, swiftly marching up to the stripped Southerner and simply STOMPING her, bringing a hard boot down between Wendy’s shoulders to pin her painfully to the floor, and bring a halt to her escape.

“What do you think, Storm? Drag her into the ring for a little ragdoll session? Follow up on her ‘Facesit War’ by making her sign her ‘Stinkface Surrender’?” Lyssa giggled, grinding her boot into the back of Wendy’s head to keep up the pressure on her captive.

“Heh…. Fun ideas…” Storm mused, wiping some stale sweat from her brow. “But… I am really fucking tired, Lyss. I just spent a long, long match with her, I don’t know about going right back into the ring.” Whilst she admired her partner’s enthusiasm, Storm was genuinely drained by her battle with Wendy, and the thought of doing any kind of heavy lifting, however one-sided, did not appeal to the Scot right now.

“Ah, okay, maybe later,” Lyssa shrugged, still grinding Wendy’s face beneath her heel. “Hear that, loser? Storm wants to start you straight on the dungeon shit!”

This, Storm could get behind. The British girls stood over the white-haired woman, each taking an arm to haul her bound body upright between them. Lyssa drove a fist into Wendy’s belly, making sure there was little resistance as they dragged her over to the ominous-looking wall of bondage toys.

“This’ll do nicely,” Lyssa smirked as they held Wendy up and bundled her roughly up against a large, wall-mounted cross. Another stomach punch, and then Lyssa deftly slipped off Wendy’s wrist bindings, only for the dominant girls to spread their victim’s arms, and strap them to the standing cross using the leather restraints. The Brits then quickly worked on Wendy’s ankles, too, leaving the hapless naked wrestler strapped up against the wall, limbs splayed in an intensely vulnerable ‘X’ shape.

“Nice and comfy, yeah?” Lyssa teased, checking the tightness of the restraints. She playfully trailed her fingertips up the insides of Wendy’s spread thighs, allowing herself the briefest of touches to Wendy’s bare crotch, before suddenly pulling back and giving her plaything a wicked bitch-slap to the face.

“Yeah, she’s not going anywhere,” Storm mused, grinning as she drank in the sight of her hated rival left utterly helpless.

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So, Wendy’s plan was to crawl towards the closed and possibly locked door, and then, with her arms and legs bound, she would…

Yeah, she didn’t have much of a plan, really. Her only thought was to put distance between her and the two women who wanted to torture her, again, in a secluded and soundproof room. It was a desperate play, but she was an extremely desperate woman after being knocked out three - or was it four? - times, she’d run out of her dignity for the day. Anything was on the table.

It, of course, didn’t work, and her efforts came to an abrupt and painful end when Lyssa’s boot came crashing down on her upper back, nailing her to the floor and proceeding to grind the back of her skull. Wendy let out a stream of curses, all of which were muffled by the floor her face was being forced into, as she kicked and squirmed and writhed.

She was hauled up in the next moment and given a punch to the gut from Lyssa, one that knocked the wind out of her. Unlike her partner, the tiny girl was no heavy hitter, but it didn’t matter much. After the hell Wendy had gone through, a shot like that might as well have been a heavyweight boxer’s blow. It left her reeling, making her all too pliant as she was brought over to the wall and strung up like a prized trophy.

”Get the fuck, get-” Wendy’s protests were cut short by an uncontrolled moan as Lyssa’s hands slid over her crotch, giving her a honeyed touch. Even with all the torment she’d gone through, tussling with a hot, sweaty woman for thirty minutes had left her body wanting, and there was no ignoring the after effects. On top of that, a part of her still craved the release she’d been denied the last time she and Lyssa met up, when the bitch had her fun all over Wendy’s face and left the Backstage Bully cold.

She almost welcomed the slap to her face, as it cut through the growing haze and gave her clarity.

”God! Fuck!” She struggled against the bonds, tossed this way and that, but she didn’t have the power to pull out. Not that it would’ve done any good at this point. ”What the fuck do you two cunts even want, huh? You already won the goddamn match, the hell is this shit?”

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“What do we want!?” Storm exclaimed incredulously. The brunette was tired, physically and mentally drained by her close-fought feud with this woman, but anger still flared in her eyes, stoked by Wendy’s bullshit.

“I drag your ass back to the very same spot that you lied and cheated your way into torturing me, and the message is somehow fucking unclear!?”

The Scotswoman had a face like thunder now, and she channelled her bile by balling her fist and firing it into Wendy’s unprotected belly.

“We demonstrate to you, clearly, that we’re not you’re fucking playthings, and you bitch and whine that you’re somehow the victim? Make all kinds of threats about what you’ll do to me when it’s woman-to-woman?”

Storm got up in Wendy’s face now, simmering with rage. She let her chest brush against the bound girl’s own bare breasts, as she tried to contain her anger. “A match up, which, despite all your blather, I fucking won?” she hissed coldly into her captive’s ear, before stepping back.

“If you weren’t stupid, it’d be obvious what I want. You need to learn your fucking lesson. Every time you start shit with us, the payback will be worse than the last. And since you’ve been too stubborn to shut your mouth and drop it, you’re in a for a WORLD of pain now, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Storm snarled, her heart pounding as she let loose some of her previously pent-up grudge against this woman.

Lyssa nodded encouragingly. “Hell yes! I mean, I don’t really need a reason to enjoy ripping you to pieces, but sure, what she said works,” the bluenette added glibly, before turning to her partner with an approving smile. “Seriously, Storm, you were awesome in that match!! I was watching on my phone, it was wild, you rocked!! And now we get to try out every single torture toy on this loser! You’ve made me a very happy girl,” she giggled, throwing her arms around the big brunette and planting an impulsive kiss on her lips.

Storm was taken slightly aback by the aggressive show of affection, but didn’t protest as Lyssa kissed her. The smaller girl enjoyed a quick grope, and then withdrew, wiping her wet lips.

“Gosh, Storm, you fought in a facesit war and you don’t even taste of ass! I’m even more impressed!” Lyssa grinned as Storm rolled her eyes. The blue-haired girl stroked her partner’s shoulder, but then paused as her brown eyes alighted on Storm’s cleavage for the first time, and saw the wicked-looking teeth marks there.

“Aww fuck, that where she bit you?” Lyssa scowled as she touched at the red bite mark next to Storm’s nipple. “Right, just for that…”

Lyssa turned, marched up to the bound girl on the bondage cross, and abruptly clamped her own jaws down on Wendy’s tit, biting hard and looking to give the Southerner a mark that matched (or preferably, surpassed) Storm’s own.

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Despite only meeting Storm a handful of times, Wendy felt as if she were really getting to know the woman intimately, certainly better than most. She’d certainly been around the Scot more than she had with most people, and fighting someone for the better part of an hour was a great way to get a feel for them, no getting around that. By now, she had a decent idea of what she liked and didn’t like, what she could put up with, and what was liable to drive her up the fucking wall.

With that in mind, she really - really really really - should’ve known that asking them why they were doing this was bound to piss her off. Wendy had figured the woman would’ve gotten all this shit out of her system after fucking her face, but no, she still had plenty of venom left to spit.

She knew the punch was coming and could tell by the look on Storm’s face, but all she could do was tense up as the blow sunk deep into her belly. She let out a heavy, choking cry and swung her head forward, trying to headbutt Storm in the face, but came pitifully short of her target. She wheezed and seethed as the raging brute pressed up against her and whispered in her ear.

”You fucks.” She gritted her teeth and sagged in the bonds. ”You think this means shit? When I get out, when I get the fuck out, I’ll-”

Wendy’s rant was cut short when Lyssa suddenly took Storm in a wild kiss, jumping on her like the horniest schoolgirl. What made it most interesting was the reaction: None. Storm didn’t see to reciprocate much, but wasn’t fighting it, either. In the back of her head, she’d been trying to figure out what was the relationship with these two since they invaded her apartment. They didn’t seem like a couple, but they didn’t seem like just friends. Wendy damn sure wouldn’t have kissed her friends like that.

If she had any.

Before she had a chance to dig into that thought, Lyssa’s words drew her back to reality, as the woman brought her focus to Wendy’s breasts. She widened her eyes as the dots connected, but there wasn’t uch she could do to stop it. ”No no no, don’t-”

Lyssa did. Oh, did she fucking ever. Wendy let out a hoarse, howling shriek as those tiny teeth dug deep into her skin, tenderizing the soft flesh. She jerked about and tried to pull her breasts free, but that only made it worse. ”Get off, get the fuck off! I am going to rip your stupid head off you little troll doll piece of shit!”

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Lyssa grinned, even as she continued to hold Wendy’s tit between her teeth, smirking at the bound girl’s ill-advised and utterly counterproductive struggles. She pointedly held the bite in place for a while, demonstrating to her captive that she was non-plussed by her wriggling and her threats. Also, a mouthful of pert breast was hardly unpleasant, and she was happy to savour it. Eventually, Lyssa was satisfied that she’d made a bite-mark to match Storm’s own, and she stepped back, smirking. God, she enjoyed hurting people.

“Ahh, there we go!” she beamed, caressing Wendy’s bruised, spittle-flecked breast. “Almost a shame, you have lovely tits, by the way – but fair’s fair,” the bluenette smiled, tapping her victim admonishingly on the nose. She switched to gently caressing Wendy, running her fingertips across the Southerner’s sizeable cleavage. “Ooh, those threats, too! All these different ways you want to kill me… I wonder how long it will take before you realise how useless this trash talk is.”

Lyssa stretched casually. “You know how I said we would try out every single torture toy here? That’s not quite true… I brought some of my own, as well!” she cackled. She skipped over to the side of the ring, where her backpack lay, and pulled out a metal box, adorned with various buttons and trailed with two long wires, red and black. It wouldn’t take much knowledge to identify it as some sort of battery. Storm clearly recognised it, and exhaled with a sharp sympathetic shudder.

“Since we’ve started on your tits, let’s give this a go…” Lyssa hummed happily to herself as she set the battery down aside Wendy, and pulling the wires out in her hand. Each was tipped with a wicked-looking metal clamp, acting as a connector.

Lyssa took one of the cold metal clips and trailed it slowly, teasingly along the side of Wendy’s face, down her neck and chest… and then fastened it firmly onto the trapped girl’s nipple, clipping the wire to her breast. Lyssa repeated the act with the other clamp, leaving both of Wendy’s breasts stuck with a cable clamped painfully to them. The blue-haired woman’s relish could not be more obvious.

“This… is gonna suck for you, not gonna lie,” the impish little sadist smiled. “Lots of lovely juicy volts of electricity, surging through that sexy body of yours. This little dial on the side? Decides how much pain you’ll be in, from ‘really fucking annoying’, through ‘unbearable’, up to ‘makes you pass out in agony’. Though, you’re a strapping lass, you can probs take a fair bit before you black out, but I’ll start you on the lowest one, ease you in gently,” she giggled.

Lyssa flicked the switch on the battery and watched Wendy keenly, eager to see the agonising effect of the torture instrument, snaking an arm round Storm’s shoulder to enjoy the show.

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”Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

The room echoed with Wendy’s howling, her boisterous cries bouncing around as Lyssa’s fangs sunk deeper and deeper. It probably didn’t help that she was tender all over after the fight, her body more sensitive than usual, making the pain twice as worse as it would’ve been. On top of that, she had nowhere to go, no way to defend herself, and every struggle she made just increased the pain - which likely the point, the sick little fuck.

Finally, finally, the bitch let her go and Wendy sagged, her throat ragged from the shrieks. She hissed and pulled herself at a moment, so she could look down at the damage.

”Fuck, that hurt! Fuck!” She cringed as she looked down at her bruised flex, sticking out from her creamy skin. ”Goddamn, that’ll be a bitch to cover up on camera…and you know that, too! You know that, you little shit!” She spat Lyssa’s way. ”You suck, you both suck!”

She would’ve loved to throw a few more insults their way, already thinking up a long list of colorful names for the pair, but she was drawn away from that when Lyssa pulled a familiar device out of her backpack. Wendy had never used that particular sex toy before, but she’d seen ones like it, enough to know what it was and where it was going. Sure enough, she came over and clamped to her nipples, locking on tight and turning up the voltage.

Her body jolted as the power surge went through her body, forcing out a yelp, but she kept it under control after that and simply seethed her, gritting her teeth to deal with the pain. ”Fucking crazy…what is the deal with you two, anyway?” She arched her back, muscles tensing up, unwillingly giving Lyssa a show. ”Acting like you’re any better than me, when you do shit like I do all the time, and then you act all high and mighty. Bullshit!”

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Lyssa had a wolfish grin as she watched Wendy wiggle and protest her treatment.

Storm, too, had little sympathy for the struggling captive. “Ooh, I totally agree, bite marks can be a bitch. Maybe you should have thought of that before you bit my fucking tit,” the brunette growled.

“Yeah, I don’t usually go in for more… permanent damage on my toys,” Lyssa smirked, “but I can always make an exception for you!”

As the electric current began to flow into Wendy’s body, Lyssa raised her eyebrows, failing to hide the fact that she was actually quite impressed. The Southerner might be whining and griping like a bitch, but she was taking the torrent of tormenting electricity quite well, standing firm and hiding the discomfort she must be feeling. It was always interesting, seeing how people reacted to the pressure of being in her sadistic sights. Physically, Wendy was clearly a tough cookie. Mentally…. Well, the night was young, as far as Lyssa was concerned. She giggled as the captive carried on complaining.

“Hmm, I don’t think we act like we’re better than you, do we Storm?”

“Ehh, not really,” mused the brunette, eyeing Wendy with a sneer. “You’ve not no qualms about ruining someone’s day, and as you’re going to find out, neither to we. The only difference is, you start shit, and we end it.”

Lyssa cackled. “Oh bless, maybe she thinks we’ll let her go, to prove that we can be the bigger women.”

The petite wrestler wandered back over to her captive, and turned off the battery, giving her a brief reprieve. “You think we should take the moral high ground? After all that shit you did, and said, you think we can somehow… forgive and forget?” Lyssa drawled, mock sweetness in her voice. Again, she trailed her deft fingers over Wendy’s thighs, rubbing up against her crotch, a teasing suggestion of a way that they might, in fact, be able to make amends… before abruptly withdrawing.

“Nahh, fuck that,” Lyssa giggled, nudging the battery dial a little higher, then flicking it back on to punish her plaything yet again.

All this flirty cruelty was clearly having an affect on Lyssa. She bounded up to Storm again, hugging her bikini-clad partner and giving her another kiss, more passionately this time.

“Seriously, I really need to thank you for this present…” Lyssa purred, running her hands over her partner’s ass. The stoic Scot softened a little, lowering her guard against the idea of being groped.

“Hmmm.. do you now?” she replied with less-than-convincing cynicism. “We broke up, don’t you remember?”

“I know, I know, this is purely…. An expression of gratitude?” Lyssa chanced, running her hands over Storm’s body, and being pleased to note that she wasn’t meeting much resistance. As the blue-haired woman felt up her scantily-clad partner, she would cast furtive glances over to the bondage cross, making it clear (to her captive, at least) that this display was as much about winding up Wendy as it was about pleasuring her partner.

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It helped that Wendy had some prior experience taking shocks like this, giving her a small measure of resistance to the sensation. A lot of people thought that, because she was so often dishing out pain, she couldn't take her own medicine, but that couldn't be any further from the truth. She frequently used her own body for a test dummy, especially with stuff that she intended to use on her clients. While she didn’t care so much for their wellbeing, legit injuries made guys leave bad reviews, so if something was faulty or hurt too much, she needed to know before she tried it on a paying customer.

She could take it. She could tolerate it. At least for now, when Lyssa had it on the baby settings. But what she was having a little more trouble with was these bitches and their running mouths.

”Oh, fuck right off!” She spat and sneered Storm’s way, wishing to god she could get one more round with the Scot, right here and now. ”I bit you, so what? I did hardcore in a hardcore match, and you’re kvetching. Stop that noise.”

She ground her teeth and glared back at Storm, who was the woman who spoke. She was just about to throw a retort her way when Lyssa strolled over and switched the device off, giving Wendy a welcome reprieve. She breathed easier, though that breath quickened when the horny little devil’s fingers came into play. The Backstage Bully had gotten a preview of what those fingers could do last time they met, when the woman was fucking her face and using her tits as a plaything, and now those same fingers were working their way up her thigh, slipping between her legs, and…

Gone.

Wendy had a hard, frustrated sigh as the pleasure was snatched away from her, leaving her out in the cold. That would’ve been bad enough, but then Lyssa turned the electricity back on - higher, this time. Wendy hissed and tensed up as the sensation ran through her nerves, making her tremble in the bonds, her tortured breast flopping about with every twitch.

That wasn’t the worst of it, though. That came when she looked up to see the two women going at it again, this time even harder than before. She let out a long, haggard groan at the sight, and even though she suspected Lyssa was just doing it to mess with her, it didn’t matter much. It was working.

”Swear to god, if you two start fucking, I’m gonna vomit. No lie.” She perked up as Lyssa’s words registered. She spoke as best as she could through her clenched teeth, as she struggled with the pain. ”So…wait. What’ s the deal with you two, anyway? You ain’t a couple? And she did the same shit to you that she’s doing to me, right?” She nodded between Storm and Lyssa. ”And you’re partners? How’s any of that making sense?”