What Goes Around

[BlackAkuma]

It was Saturday, around noon, and Wendy found herself sitting on another woman’s face, as usual. Specifically, Fumi's face, the same cute little thing she’d ambushed a few months earlier and subjected to special treatment. This time, Wendy had come across her while she was coming out of the showers and getting dressed; one thing led to another, and well…

She sat on the bench in the locker room, or rather, she sat on Fumi’s face, which lay on a few towels on the bench. The towels had been put there by Wendy herself, as a little act of mercy to the foxy lady, not wanting the poor thing to get concussed by having her skull pressed on the wood. Typically, she wouldn’t have cared much about protecting one of her ‘victims’, but Fumi was more willing than most and did such a good job in the role that she felt she deserved a reward.

What could she say? She was in a good mood.

Things had gone well in the past few weeks, which was saying a lot considering how the year had started. After she lost that Facesit War to Storm, she’d figured her career was essentially in the toilet, that no one would ever take her seriously again, but that turned out to be the furthest thing from the truth. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined things would go so well after the worst defeat of her career, but getting facesat into oblivion and kidnapped worked out remarkably well for her.

She had a crew now. Maybe not ‘friends’, exactly; she wasn’t ever going to take Lyssa or Storm to the bowling alley or anything, though she wouldn’t rule that out. But she had people who would watch her back as long as she watched theirs. Storm had proved that by going after Lillian Bryne, and Wendy intended to repay that favor someday.

Possibilities were opening up. Paths she never would have thought of before. All of a sudden, she felt like she could ask for more from this company. Maybe even gold…

It made her optimistic, for the first time in a long time. And you know what? Wendy kind of liked being optimistic. It worked for her. So, as she sat there, smothering Fumi and wiggling her cheeks, she had a bright, wide smile.

She gave the woman a good, hard grind before lifting off and allowing her to take in some breaths while she slipped on her black sports bra. ”Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. And…” And back down she went, letting her cheeks spread wide across Fumi’s face once more.

[ADarlingDucky]

This was a nice change of pace. For near all of her LAW career, Fumi put on an aura of composed dominance, flirty seduction that was used to destroy her opponents, and while the fox certainly liked being on top, it was something of a shame that she never got a chance to meet someone who truly offered her that same challenge. That was until she had run into Wendy Winston, a meeting that was initially incredibly hostile, but had evolved into something far more sensual. It had seemed that Wendy had a similar enjoyment in the power and cruelty that seduction could bring, and the two had somehow, miraculously, ended the meeting on good terms. Better than good, actually, as now, their next meeting had become yet another intimate affair, situated comfortably in one of LAW's many locker rooms, Fumi resting on the bench as Wendy's thick, round ass rested comfortably on her face!

Spoiler

"Hah... ah... mmmmmph..." Fumi breathed deeply at Wendy's instruction, before those massive cheeks descended upon her once more, and she gave a low groan into Wendy's rear, delivering a smattering of kisses to the rear end of the southerner. It was hot, heavy, and still so enticing, and so Fumi relaxed, a hand on Wendy's thigh as she continued to take a turn being the worshiper instead of the worshipee.

But not everyone was here for fun.

The presence of both Wendy and Fumi together was enough to steer almost anyone clear of the locker room, as stumbling upon the facesitting happening there would likely cause many to take their leave and let the two continue their business. But as the locker room door opened and closed once more, there was a new presence in the room, and one that didn't leave. From behind, it would take a few slow steps up to the duo as they rested, before finally, a singular finger would reach out and poke Wendy's shoulder, getting the attention of the heavyweight heel and hopefully, causing her to turn to see the interloper.

Spoiler

"Hello darling. I need a word." With not a single other word, Dhalia Williams would suddenly shoot a hand out and snatch a handful of Wendy's hair, yanking the southerner off of the woman underneath her and up onto her feet, pulling her a few steps away before pivoting and swinging her captive hard. The result would be Dhalia looking to smash Wendy's head into one of the nearby lockers, bringing skull against metal with a heinously audible clang, a move that would leave even the hardest headed wrestlers reeling!

[BlackAkuma]

Though Wendy was having a good time, she wasn’t so wrapped up in the moment that she didn’t register the entrance of a third party - she simply didn’t care. She was well known enough in LAW that she doubted anyone would be crazy enough to sneak up on her, especially now that people were learning she had backup. She was an apex predator. No natural enemies. Or so she thought.

She perked up at the tap on her shoulder, looked around, and found herself staring at…who was this? Big chick, about her own size. Blonde, too. She dug the leotard. The woman looked a little familiar, too, but where had she seen her before…

…oh. Oh, crap.

The gears clicked a moment too late, as Dhalia gripped her by the hair, pulled her away from her throne, and sent her heading ramming into a nearby locker, filling the room with the resonating crash. Wendy fell to her back, gripped her head, and let fly with a string of barely-comprehensible Southern curses. ’Cheapshottingcuntfuckbitchfriggingfuckerfuckyou-”

[ADarlingDucky]

Well this was weird. It seemed like, for just as quickly as she had sat back down upon her face, Wendy was now back up off of her, the smothery embrace of those thick cheeks making way for fresh air and abrupt illumination. This was definitely weird, as Wendy was most certainly not the type to give air freely when smothering someone. Usually, she wanted them to work for it. Fumi really liked that, actually. So this sudden change was a bit odd, but perhaps the southerner was experimenting with some more lenient methods of-

CLANG!

“What the fuck?!” That was DEFINITELY not normal. Fumi sat bolt upright at the noise, a poor idea since it made her instantly lightheaded, but after a second, her vision cleared and she was able to fully see the spectacle in front of her. Wendy, on her back and spouting curses, a tall and incredibly well-built blonde, and a locker with a crater in it, one that hadn’t been there before. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening, though for the moment, Fumi continued to gaze at the sight with bewilderment.

In the meantime, Dhalia was remaining busy. With seemingly little care for Wendy’s barrage of profanity, the platinum blonde would instead grab her target’s legs, stepping through with one of her own before crossing them over, in a move that would be quite familiar. It honestly wasn’t something that she would have used otherwise, but as she turned Wendy over onto her stomach and sat down into a nasty sharpshooter, it had its intended effect of turning her to face Fumi, allowing her to address the masked fox while still delivering pain to Wendy.

“Shoo. Go on, shoo.” Addressing her like a literal animal, Dhalia waved one of her hands at the lightweight in a gesture for her to leave, a move that almost instantly caused Fumi’s eyebrows to raise in disbelief, before the fox moved to stand, an indignant look crossing her face. She was then stopped in her tracks when Dhalia flashed her a look that would send rabid rhinos scurrying in fear, and as Fumi took stock of her backup in this case, that being Wendy, the lightweight would very quickly reevaluate her options. Her choice would be a relatively understandable one.

“I’ll… uh… I’ll go get backup!” And just like that, Fumi would turn and break for the door, exiting through it and leaving Dhalia and Wendy alone, the blonde watching the door swing shut before glancing over her shoulder.

“She’s a cute one. Not terribly brave, but I suppose I don’t blame her. She’d have ended up just like you, but far faster.” Dhalia’s voice maintained a casual tone in spite of how far she was bending Wendy, and after a moment, she’d address her captive more directly. “So, darling. My name is Dhalia Williams. Does that seem familiar for any reason? Any idea why I’m here?”

[BlackAkuma]

”-stupidfuckingpieceofshitfuckergoddamnit-”

Wendy was not a happy woman.

For starters, she was acutely aware that this floor was in dire need of a good cleaning, with her mouth getting an unwanted taste of it and the grime now all over her breasts. That was small potatoes next to her face being nearly caved in, though. Her vision was blurry, her jaw ached something fierce, and she was reasonably sure she had a mild concussion.

Even with all that, though, she still had the brain power to process what was going on. While she wasn’t super family with Ducky’s family tree, she’d glanced it a couple times, here and there in passing, enough time that she recognized the woman who was currently grabbing her legs, folding them around, and-

”If you don’t let me go I swear to fuckfuckfuck!”

Wendy had a lot of good traits, but flexibility was never one of them, and as Dhalia bent her back that was pushed well beyond her comfort levels. Thrashing and writhing, she cried out as she beat her fists on the ground and watched Fumi making a quick exit. Somehow, she doubted the woman was actually going to get any help. Call it a hunch.

They’d have a little talk about that later. In the meantime, her main concern was the woman folding her up like a paper napkin. ”Ah, fuck, I don’t know.” She growled through her as she pressed her forehead against the floor, trying her best to cope with the pain. ”’Cause your dumbass sister can’t handle her own goddamn business?”

[ADarlingDucky]

Alone at last. Dhalia was grateful that Fumi hadn’t put up a fight, opting to turn tail and flee from the locker room than to test the blonde heavyweight, saving her from sharing Wendy’s fate of having her head used to cave in a locker door. And now that they were alone, Dhalia was able to get down to business on why she had come here, something that Wendy seemed to have a pretty good idea of already judging from her reaction to the platinum blonde. Of course, knowing why Dhalia was here wasn’t going to save Wendy’s head, and it definitely wasn’t saving her back, as her words caused Dhalia to give a disapproving sigh before she leaned back an extra bit further, to really put the screws to the southerner.

“No darling, that is woefully incorrect. Your deductive reasoning could use quite a bit of work. Though I suppose the fault could partially lie with me.” Another torque of Wendy’s legs would follow, before she continued. “My sweet baby sister handled her own business fine. Your first match against her, I’m sure you remember. Even if you had beaten her in your second match, there’s no harm in a hard fought loss.”

Dhalia suddenly stepped back over, turning Wendy over onto her back and pulling her leg back, but she held tight to the big woman’s legs, tucking them tightly underneath her arms as she fixed Wendy with a stern gaze.

“But you didn’t beat her. You cheated her. And not only that, you and your help attacked her after the match. And while she got punished, you seemed to have skated by without any. Which I’m here to correct.” And with that, Dhalia would pivot once more, a short and sharp turn as she swung Wendy in a semicircle, gathering incredible force in that short window before slamming Wendy’s entire body sideways into the bottom row of lockers, another horrible creak of metal sounding after the impact!

[BlackAkuma]

It took immense effort not to scream right now, and the longer she stayed in this hold, the more of a losing battle it became. She could feel the discs in her spine grinding, the tendons stretching, the muscles mushing together in ways they never went to go, and every fiber of her being wanted to shriek, more than anything else.

Actually, no, that wasn’t true. More than anything else right now, she wanted to take Dhalia’s head and dribble it like a basketball, but that option wasn’t in the cards. The woman had ambushed her, laid her out, and she didn’t seem keen on giving her an opening. For now, Wendy was stuck in a hurt box.

Then it was good for her that Dhalia seemed to have a sense of variety, as she rolled her over and eased up on the pressure. Before Wendy could even think about squirming away, though, she was lifted and swung hard into the lockers, denting up another one with her tremendous impact.

This one, she took right on the shoulder, and it left her numb all the way down. Not dislocated, not yet, but damn close.

”You fucking shit!” Wendy rolled about and grasped her battered shoulder as she tried to massage feeling back into it. ”Fuck you and your stupid bitch sister! All high and mighty.” She rolled over and tried to rise, slow and ponderous as it was. ”Your ass is so fucked after this, your whole family, I swear-”

[ADarlingDucky]

Another deafening metal clang rang out in the locker room as Dhalia swung Wendy into the nearby lockers, crushing several of them from the impact and leaving Wendy rolling on the floor, holding her shoulder. Dhalia’s point was certainly made very clear, but Wendy’s continued shouting of curses, and very specifically , a threat to go after the rest of her family, would cause the heavyweight to breathe a sigh, before reaching down to grab Wendy, helping haul her to her feet. If there was one thing that was sure to set Dhalia off, it was someone going after her darling sisters. Of course, Wendy had figured that out already, but she was well on her way to discovering that if there was a second thing, it would be the kind of obstinate refusal to listen that Wendy was demonstrating here and now.

“No, Wendy, no. I feel like you are misunderstanding me. I’m here to remind you of the consequences for trying such underhanded tricks, not to encourage them. Here, allow me to help you.” Dhalia’s version of help would see her stoop down, yanking Wendy up to her and planting the southerner’s neck against her shoulder, before she reached out, grasping the back of Wendy’s legs in an iron grip. And then, in a feat of monstrous strength, Dhalia would lift Wendy up and off of her feet, hoisting her upside down and wrenching down on her legs to lock the big southerner in a muscle buster!

“If you truly can’t help your baser instincts, then I shall indulge you in these petty squabbles. I’ll just make sure you understand what you’re getting into first.” With that, Dhalia wrenched down hard on Wendy’s legs, compacting her foe atop her shoulders while forcing her into a wildly uncomfortable splits as she did so, pulling with as much force as she could muster. And then, all at once, she would simply let go of Wendy, allowing the big woman to fall from her shoulders and crash down onto the bench nearby, the same one still bearing the towel that she had been using to cushion Fumi’s head. Hopefully, it would provide Wendy some small comfort as she fell atop it!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy was a smart person, or so she liked to think. She was smart enough to get the jump on a lot of women, apparently, and was able to routinely outmaneuver them and come out on the winning side. She had good instincts and had a long track of doing ostensibly smart things.

But not when she was mad and not when she was in pain. Right now, she is very much of both.

Threatening the family of the woman who was currently beating you up because you hurt her family was definitely not a smart move, and somewhere in the back of Wendy’s head - the small and rational part that was still functioning - it told her to just shut up before she made it worse. Her greater brain ignored the suggestion, though, and she wound up paying for it immediately, as Dhalia continued her assault. At first, Wendy was confused, as she found her neck placed on the woman’s in an odd position, but the intent was made clear enough, as she was hoisted up and split wide.

”A fucking Muscle Buster?”

Indeed.

Wendy shrieked as she was lifted and over, then sent crashing down with a vicious Muscle Buster, slamming into the bench so hard they nearly broke it in half. She flopped away from the impact and wound up on her chest, barely moving, face flat and arms spread wide.