The Spoils of War

[hamish1024]

Lyssa licked her lips absent-mindedly, lost in thought as she received the foot worship. She didn’t exactly fetishise this, but she enjoyed the sheer submissive symbolism of having her sweaty toes sucked. Plus, the movement of Wendy’s tongue did tickle her sensitive spots, giving the bluenette a gentle frisson of excitement.

Not enough excitement, mind. Certainly not enough to slake Lyssa’s voracious appetites. She felt she’s made somewhat of a mistake, here – Wendy was far from cowed, and obviously felt comfortable enough to chat – and even challenge her a little. That wouldn't do.

“Yeah, I’ll be honest, I’m not really interested in you learning that much of a lesson. You’re a nasty, trashy bitch,” Lyssa smiled, pleasantly enough, but tweaking Wendy’s nose with her toes to punctuate her point. “...but, I actually kinda like that. You just picked the wrong newbies to bully, that’s all.”

Lyssa wasn’t quite in the mood to reveal her plans, just yet. “Enough talk, getting bored,” she deadpanned, reeling her feet back in to kneel upright, and then casually flicking the switch on her sadistic crotch-battery setup, giving poor Wendy a couple of seconds of hellish pain, with no warning whatsoever.

“But yeah, you’re right, even then, it’s not gonna be easy,” she cackled as her victim squirmed. “I imagine its going be really, really hard. Stubborn bird like you, you’ll make me work all night long, hmm?” Lyssa smirked, standing up and sauntering behind Wendy. She stooped, and gently slotted the small vibrator between the bound girl’s thighs, slipping it up into her pussy. Scooping up the remote, she set it to the lowest mode, triggering a gentle pulsing in Wendy’s nethers. The blue-haired terror watched her plaything’s face with interest, wondering how she would cope with the switch from pain to pleasure.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy wouldn’t say she was a bottom, ever. The idea of being controlled always pissed her off, probably took her back to the bad times before she bulked up. A few of her clients had passed the idea of switching to her, and after she’d tried it once and shut it down halfway, she’d never entertained the idea. Either she was dominating or nobody was.

That being said, she didn’t exactly hate her current position, at lesat not as much as she would’ve thought. It probably helped that sucking Lyssa’s toes was a damned sight better than getting electrocuted or bitten or getting facesat into oblivion, so her body was just learning to deal with it. It probably helped that Lyssa had cute feet, too. Not too dirty or calloused, thin and clean. There were worst things to suck on.

She was just getting used to the rhythm of it when Lyssa abruptly pulled away and flicked the switch on without a second of warning, giving her a painful reminder that she had fucking electrodes stuck to her pussy. The Backstage Bully shrieked and bucked, rolling and squirming, but managed to keep from going too crazy - as insane as it was to think, she was starting to get used to the pain.

It didn’t last too long this time before she lowered it to a light setting, giving Wendy a much-wanted reprieve. She laid there, breathing heavily, only to let out a shocked gasp as she felt something slipping into her pussy. She straigthened out - as much as she could with the ropes - only to ease up when the pleasure ran its course through her legs. A vibrator. A good one, too.

”Fuck…ah, fuck…” Wendy bit her lip and sagged in the ropes as the pleasure soothed her body and took away what little control she had, turning her own emotions against her. All the pain made the pleasure so much more electric, which was torture in itself—probably the whole idea.

”You…are really fucked up in the head, you know that?” She glared up at Lyssa as the woman looked down on, watching her with clear and creepy interest. ”Stop looking at me like that…fuck…”

[hamish1024]

Lyssa didn’t really have a ‘type’ – she’d been amorously entangled with men and women of all shapes and sizes, flitting between them on the dual whims of her short-fused libido and even shorter attention span. The few partners that she’d stayed with for any length of time – Storm, most notably – only really had one thing in common, namely, the patience to put up with Lyssa’s abrasive bullshit.

But, you didn’t have to have a type to find Wendy pretty. The white-haired woman was objectively gorgeous, with refined features and statuesque curves. Sure, she was a sweaty and battered mess at the moment, and squirming unhappily – but, as far as the sadistic Lyssa was concerned, the discomfort was a turn-on. As the blue-haired girl watched her victim struggle, there was no little lust in her eyes.

That wasn’t all of it, though. The wicked little spitfire was looking on hungrily, but her devious brain was always whirring. In this case, she was subconsciously deciding the best ways to break down the stubborn Southerner in front of her. Wendy was battling through pain, and defying Lyssa’s opening attempts to degrade her. Tough, and prideful… but Lyssa couldn’t help but notice that the more pleasurable approach was unsettling Wendy. Maybe her granite resolve would be ground down more slowly, with kisses not kicks… or maybe mind-fucks were the way forward. Plenty for Lyssa to muse on, and plenty fun finding out.

“Fucked up in the head?” Lyssa smirked, deigning to chat now, crouching down in front of the bound girl, propping her chin with her fist. “Bitch, please. We’re the fucking same. Wherever there are winners and losers, we both like to be winners. I mean, really like.” Lyssa purred, clicking a button on the vibrator’s remote, to take the buzzing up a notch.

“I saw you with Storm. I couldn’t not see you, cos you fucking facetimed it. Grappling her down was as good for you as groping her. You love making a bitch suffer. No judgement, I’m the same.”

Without warning, Lyssa switched the electricity back on, shifting Wendy from pleasure, to a sharp jolt of pain in her pussy. Brief, but enough to bring a dark, satisfied snarl to Lyssa’s lips.

“I mean yeah, you seem a bit more hands on than me, with all those slams and piledrivers.. like a horny gorilla or something. Shit, if you’d focused on fighting Storm rather than fucking her, you’d probably have won that match. I’m not as fussy, I’ll ruin someone’s day any way I like.”

Lyssa reached for the button on the battery again… but relented from giving Wendy a pussy shock. For now, at least. Her fingertip playfully circled the plastic, on the verge of punishing her victim, without actually pushing it.

“So you’re not fucked up in the head? Go on, what would you be doing to me and Storm if the tables were turned. Tell me all about it, and maybe I won’t give you the maximum fucking voltage from this thing,” she beamed, her voice utterly dripping with malicious glee.

[BlackAkuma]

As amusing as this conversation was, it wasn’t the sole focus of Wendy at the moment. Hell, she wasn’t entirely centered on the waves of pleasure coming from between her legs, as good as that was feeling. That was working her up, but the thing about being in a situation like this was that it had diminishing returns. She would never 100% get used to being shocked and fucked, but she could learn to work with it and keep some semblance of a clear mind.

Enough that she could recognize the way Lyssa had tied her up, feeling over the knots with her fingers. It wasn’t half bad, she’d seen a lot worse, even from people who were supposed to do this sort of thing as a living. But having experience with ropes herself, Wendy knew a few more tricks than most, like how to give the ropes some slack by inhaling, finding the best knot to go after and working from there.

Untying herself wouldn’t be easy, and it damn sure wouldn’t be easy with Lyssa being right there, but maybe…

She bit her lip, stifling a moan as Lyssa spoke, doing her best to process the woman’s words. Were they alike? Kind of. Wendy liked to fuck people up, so did she, both of them got off of bringing people down to their level. The Briton had this devilish imp thing going on that Wendy was way too big to pull off, though. She would probably be better at the cute, innocent act that the Backstage Bully used to lull people in sometimes, the same act that had taken Storm in. There was only so much you could play that up when you were built like a tank.

She was just pondering this when Lyssa gave her another shock, forcing a shriek out of her and leaving her shuddering in the bonds. Brief, but hot, she was left panting afterward as the vibrator soothed her, the electricity leaving her more sensitive.

”It’s…” She breathed deep, filling her lungs with enough oxygen to speak. ”It’s better when it's hands-on. More personal. Makes the bitches you fuck up more afraid, ‘cause they know you don’t need anything fancy to split them in half. Besides, I can’t carry toys around with me all day, but I can beat someone down anywhere I want, anytime I want. Like I’m gonna do to you when I get out of here.”

Lyssa wanted a preview? Fine. Wendy squirmed around enough to look up her way. ”First thing? I’m tying you both up, knocking you the fuck out, and dragging you back to my apartment. Then I’m taking turns fucking you both on up on camera, livestreaing it, so I can take back the money you fucking stole out of your asses. Might even do requests, let my fans decide how you get fucked up. And that’s just for the first couple hours - once the cameras go off, I’m bringing out the whips, the canes, the paddles, and I’ whipping you both till you can’t sit in a goddamn chair for months.”

Fuck, just imagining it was starting to turn her on a bit. "That ain't me being fucked up in the head. That's just fucking payback."