What Goes Around

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy was kind of hating life at the moment.

There was the fact that she’d just been hit with a fucking muscle buster, of all things, and onto a bench no less, but as insanely painful as that was, it wasn’t what ground her gears the most. No, the fact that she was in this position at all really wound her up. That Dhalia thought she could come in here, do this, and that everything would just be okay afterward, like there wouldn’t be some real hell to pay. Wendy had only started imagining how she planned to get back at this bitch.

But they'd all have to wait. For the moment, she couldn't fight. She couldn't even move, not really. It was all she could do to hold onto consciousness and wait for Dhalia to move on, and…

…and why was she being rolled over?

It took Wendy a moment to register it, as she lay there with bleary eyes and a weary face, but Dhalia was repositioning her, clearly setting her up for something new. And as she stepped over her body and eclipsed the lights about her, she connected enough dots to figure out why.

”No-”

Yes.

Down she came, covering Wendy’s face with her encompassing ass, engulfing her in totality. With her body still aching, all the Backstage Bully could do was meekly squirm under her, desperately searching for pockets of air and finding absolutely none - that, and managed to raise her hand at Dhalia’s request.

And flip her off. Because of course she did.