The Spoils of War

[BlackAkuma]

From a sexual standpoint, Wendy had been through the wringer today. Her bout with Storm had been one of the most intense, insane, and strangely arousing matches she’d ever had, and if that had just been the end of things, she would’ve still been in a stupor for the rest of the day, maybe the bulk of the week. But then she got dragged to this dungeon and turned into the plaything of an evil blue-haired succubus, enduring torture that would’ve been off-limits in a gulag.

And yet, despite all that abuse, she could still feel herself heating up as she dropped her pussy on Lyssa’s face and began to grind away. Payback was so sexy. ”Ah, yeah, been a long time coming!”

Okay, that wasn’t fair, if she were being 100% honest. While, yeah, Lyssa had used her face like a sex toy when they first met and that had sucked, there were a few big differences between now and then. For starters, she was a much bigger woman that the imp, with a lot more flesh to place on her face and a lot more weight to thrust with. On top of that, Wendy had gotten her face fucked on a bed. This floor was padded, but it was a far cry from the kind of padding you’d want with some big bitch bucking on your features.

Also, Lyssa had been fairly fresh when all that happened - Wendy, on the other had, had just got off from a grueling match, and she had the scent of it. She was better about cleaning up than people might give her credit for - even she wasn’t so heinous as to go into a facesitting match without taking the most thorough of showers - but it still had to be far from ideal.

So, not 100% reciprocal. Too bad. If Lyssa didn’t want to get pussy-punched, she shouldn’t have fucking kidnapped her.

”Come on, no tongue?” Wendy let out a haggard laugh through her gasps, as she picked up the pace and drove Lyssa in even deeper. Juices were starting to flow, nerves were getting set alight. ”Fuckin’ spoilsport, huh?”

Not that it mattered, she was doing a fine job of reaching a climax on her own. She arched her back and ran her spare hand over her bare chest as she mimicked Lyssa’s cries, steadily building herself up, higher and higher, until…

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Well, this was excruciating. Lyssa was feeling pretty sorry for herself as her face was thoroughly pussy-pounded on the dungeon floor. Besides the pain of the rough and constant bumping, and the semi-smothered nature of her predicament, Lyssa was incensed at the humiliation. She should have been on top – she had been on top – and yet somehow, here she was, being force-fed an unscheduled faceful of sweaty pussy. As reversals went, this one was as mortifying as they came.

“Mgnhhh!!” she seethed angrily from her fleshy prison, as Wendy cajoled her for her lack of tongue. It was like the bitch was daring her to bite… but, as tempting as it was for Lyssa to retaliate like that, she wasn’t confident she could make it work without it backfiring on her. She wasn’t exactly sure what Wendy was complaining about, either – the white-haired woman seemed to be getting plenty stimulation from the bucking facesit as it was.

Although she was managing to ride this situation out for now, Lyssa needed to do something, soon. Wendy’s grunts, and increasing wetness, told the blue-haired girl that she’d soon be taking an orgasm to the face, if she stayed where she was. And whilst that would be humiliation enough, she doubted the Southerner would stop there – once she’d sated her baser instincts, there was still a dungeon’s worth of tortures here, to keep up her interest in making Lyssa’s life miserable.

Her flailing leg, unobserved by Wendy, brushed up against something metallic. A gift, from the collapsed shelf of seedy sex toys now littering the place. Mustering as much control as she could, considering she was being face-fucked, Lyssa flicked her thigh sideways, nudging the weapon toward her arm. Her deft fingers seized on the device, and her smothered mouth gave an unseen smirk as she recognised it by touch.

It wasn’t what she would have singled out, but it would have to do. Lyssa knew she’d have to time her weapon strike perfectly, though, in order to maximise the impact. And so, in an uncharacteristic show of restraint, Lyssa had to lie back and let Wendy hump her face for a few more gruelling moments, as the rough Southerner worked herself towards climax. Subtle, tell-tale quivers began to build in the buxom woman’s body…

At which point, Lyssa would flick on the shock wand, and jam it straight into Wendy’s ribs.

She knew, from experience, that it wouldn’t be the deepest of jolts – the toy was designed for surface sparks, over the deep, full-body pain that her car battery had provided, but it would still fucking hurt. Lyssa could only hope that her timing was enough, and the psychological gut-punch of a ruined orgasm would be enough to leave Wendy reeling, and let Lyssa slip out from under her shocked opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

”Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-”

Wendy rode Lyssa’s face like a champion bull rider, gripping her skull tight and driving down harder with each subsequent thrust, letting herself get lost in the lust of the moment. This was the second face she’d rode to an orgasm today, and while she’d gotten more than her share of jollies off of Thunder’s face, there was something even more satisfying about getting the smaller woman down. The tinier head made it easier for her thighs to frame it, capture it, pound it. Probably something scientific to it, something about surface area. Fuck if she knew.

All the pain she’d gone through over the last bit likely helped, too, enhancing the pleasure, letting her reach insane heights. She closed her eyes, tightened her lips, and waited for the wave to crash into her…

…something was wrong.

Lyssa wasn’t fighting back, just lying back and taking it. Which was fine, but not very much like her from what Wendy had seen. She suspected the little imp was up to something, and that fear was confirmed when she felt something jab into her side, followed by a jolt that ran through her entire body like lightning. She shrieked and fell to the side, clutching the tender spot on her ribs where she’d been shocked.

A cattle prod. Not the real kind they used for cows, the playtoy kind you could get in a store. Wendy had one of her own back home, and they typically weren’t all that dangerous, more designed to make a lot of noise and sound scary than anything. But Wendy’s whole body was sensitive, both from the fucking and the beating, leaving her in no state to take even that kind of punishment. The effect was a heavy one.

Groaning she rolled over to her hands and knees and groggily pushed her way up, shooting Lyssa a death glare along the way. ”You…you fucking…”

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The pleasing crackle of sparkling electricity brought a smile to Lyssa’s smothered face, as she jammed the prod into the side of her distracted opponent. As she’d hoped, the effect was immediate, and the second that Wendy lurched to the side, Lyssa would take the opportunity and slip out from under her opponent.

The blue-haired girl was still groggy – after all, she’d taken a prolonged and heavy front facesit. She slowly sat up and wiped Wendy’s sweat from her eyes. Lyssa might have avoided an orgasm to the face, but her features were still embarrassingly sticky from her foe’s wanton fucking. Coming round, she wrinkled her nose angrily and met Wendy’s glare with an icy look of her own.

No time for words. Putting the mortifying ordeal out of her mind, running on pure instinct, Lyssa found her feet with lightning speed – she was still reasonably fresh, having avoided brawling for most of the evening. She scrabbled toward the crawling Wendy and jammed the cattle prod into the base of the Southerner’s spine, pushing it down, trying to give her victim a more prolonged shock this time, and quench any thoughts of fighting back on fair terms.

[BlackAkuma]

A cattle prod. Of course, Lyssa stuck her with a goddamn cattle prod. Fucking hell, what was with this bitch and electricity?

It was just one of the many things going through Wendy’s addled mind at the moment, as she reeled from the pain. It wasn’t just the shock that got her, it was the cascading effect through her body. She’d been running high on adrenaline, ignoring the toll on her body, but that shock ended all of that. She was coming down from the high and crashing. Hard.

Whatever small window Wendy had was closing fast, and the deadly look in Lyssa’s eyes all but confirmed that playtime was over. She scrabbled forward, reaching for the paddle, desperate for even the tiniest advantage-

Nope, wasn’t happening. The prod jammed into her back and send another shock through her sending, lighting up all her neurons at once. Wendy shrieked, her back arching, only for her to flop back down and squirm as the electricity ran its course, flopping about on the floor with all the dignity of your average fish.

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A multitude of emotions swelled within Lyssa as she pushed her opponent down and pinned her with the crackling cattle prod. Relief, as she once again secured the upper hand. Hatred, at what the bitch had done to her, thinking she could turn the tables, having the nerve to sit on her face. Primarily, though, she felt malicious glee, savouring the squeals of her victim as she quivered on the floor. Lyssa, never merciful at the best of times, made sure her foe got a long, agonizing dose of the electricity. The blue-haired girl laughed openly as she dealt out the punishment. She wanted Wendy to suffer, and she also wanted her as incapacitated as possible.

Lyssa was usually hot-headed, running on instinct and impulse, but zapping Wendy with the weapon had slaked her immediate lust for revenge. With the Southerner squirming at her feet, Lyssa allowed herself a brief moment to think. Wendy had come pretty close to dominating her, and the realisation formed a knot of worry in Lyssa’s gut. She had to make sure that it could not happen again.

So, there was a little more calculation in her cruelty now. Still working briskly, Lyssa scanned the scattered S&M tools, and quickly seized upon a length of discarded rope. She looped it around the neck of her prone opponent, planted a foot on Wendy’s shoulders, and pulled back with all her might.

“Choke, bitch,” Lyssa spat, as she endeavoured to weaken Wendy further by robbing her of air.

[BlackAkuma]

Close.

So. Fucking. Close.

That was the most frustrating thing, here. Wendy had been right on the cusp of turning this whole thing around and getting some measure of revenge on the blue-haired freak, only for the imp to luck out of it at the last second and save herself. All the things she could’ve done to this bitch, every little torment she could’ve inflicted.

No. No, don’t think about that, just get up, focus on getting up. Just put one hand on the ground, then the other, and push.

Wendy gritted her teeth and began the slow rise, when Lyssa came back and put a premature end to her rally. She expected the woman to do something fancy, lock her up in handcuffs or hit her with the whip, but instead she just came in with the rope and gave her a good, old-fashioned choking, leaving her to gasp and flop around while her foot pressed down against her shoulder.

Helpless, all the Backstage Bully could do was meekly pull at the rope as the pressure dug into her neck, not letting a single wisp of air slip through. With a choke like this, unconsciousness wasn’t going to take long, and she already found herself slip, slip, slipping away…

[hamish1024]

Lyssa was pissed. Throttling Wendy with the rope didn’t even begin to slake her hate, and even as her victim squirmed helplessly and crumbled under the prolonged choking punishment, Lyssa’s chest still thrummed with unspent rage. This wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation for the impulsive imp, and having given herself a moment to collect her thoughts, she formed an idea on how to focus her fury.

Firstly, she was experienced enough to know that manhandling an unconcious body, especially a fat-assed one like Wendy’s, would be a bit of a bitch. The scheming sadist would therefore take some care with her rope-play, guaging the floored girl’s struggles carefully as she reached the final stages of the choke.

“Ohhh, it’d be soooo easy to snuff you out….” Lyssa cooed cruelly into her opponent’s ear. “But you are NOT getting off that easily.”

She waited until Wendy was at the liminal point between light and darkness, lolling weakly without being completely limp. Then, Lyssa would loosen the throttle a little, stepping off her foe’s shoulders. She kept the rope in place, though, and would now repurpose it as a leash, half-walking, half-dragging Wendy across the room, keeping it taut enough to force Wendy to follow, lest she suffer another strangulation.

“Come on bitch… this way… good doggy…” Lyssa sneered. As they moved away from the shelves of toys, Lyssa snatched a black case she’d had her eye on, then began to lead Wendy toward the practice ring in the centre of the room.

Arriving at the foot of one of the turnbuckles, Lyssa stopped and stooped to grab a handful of Wendy’s hair.

“Up you get,” she hissed, hauling her enemy up by her platinum tresses. Once she had Wendy upright, Lyssa would slam her face-first againt the outside of the ringpost, keeping her as pliant as possible. She did NOT want this bitch slipping free again.

Standing behind Wendy, Lyssa would guide the bigger woman’s arms up and forwards, threading them through the ring ropes, either side of the turnbuckle. She then opened up the black case, producing a pair of heavy-duty steel handcuffs. With nimble fingers, Lyssa clasped her foe’s wrists together and clapped the metal cuffs on her.

Wendy would be left standing outside of the ring, facing the corner, with her arms raised and wrapped around the turnbuckle. Whilst she had a little freedom of movement in this position, the ropes would stop her from moving away.

“No knots to unpick now, bitch,” Lyssa crowed as she surveyed her work. She teasingly dangled the key from the handcuffs case. “Without this, you are going fucking nowhere,” she gloated.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy hated being choked - hated taking most damage, really, but especially like this. Every once in a while, one of her session guys would get cute and find a way to get around her and lock on some kind of hold, and she always hated when they went for the neck, so much so that she made sure to put them down hard for the insult. This was no exception - while she had laundry list of reasons for wanting to wreck Lyssa’s world, what she was doing right now would top the list.

If she could just…get…free.

Thoughts of revenge were fading fast, along with everything else, as the woman continued to throttle her, squeezing the life clean out of her body and riding down every struggle. Wendy put up a fight - as much fight as anyone could expect, given the shit she’d been through today - but it wasn’t long before the lack of oxygen took its toll. Her thrashing turned to spasms turned to twitches, her body began to falter, the world grew darker, and Lyssa’s twisted words sent a shiver through her body, fear was taking hold…


Fortunately - maybe unfortunately - a knockout wasn’t in Lyssa’s plans, and she let up on the choke just before the darkness could take hold, bringing her back to life with coughs and wheezes. The small mercy hardly meant she was off the hook, however, as her torturess proceeded to dogwalk her around the room, leading her about on all fours while she struggled to keep up, so starved for air that she couldn't even muster enough to curse at the woman along the way.

The journey stopped at the ring, just as Wendy was getting her bearings back - a milestone that Lyssa ruined when she slammed her face against the ringpost, filling her world with stars and dropping her back down to her knees. Her world was covered in a thick, hazy fog, and by the time Wendy came out of it, it was too late. Her hands were caught, snapped up in handcuffs, secure against the ring. Fuck.

”You-” Despite knowing how futile it was, she still frantically pulled against them, hoping against hope that they might have been the El Cheapo brand that you could break if you tried hard enough. They weren’t. They weren’t even the kinky version with the safety latch. No, they were the real deal, she’d screwed around with police enough to know the difference.

”Fucker!” Wendy awkwardly swung her leg back in a failed attempt to hit Lyssa, then dropped down to her knees and sagged. Even that effort took all she had at this point—utterly spent. She’d have to settle for verbal barbs. ”Not my fault you can’t tie a goddamn knot for shit.”

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Lyssa pursed her lips in pleasure as she watched Wendy take in the reality of her situation, struggling against the handcuffs and utterly failing to free herself. Finally, the flailing heavyweight sagged to her knees, understanding that, between the handcuffs and the metal turnbuckle, she was utterly stuck.

For the blue-haired girl, this was bliss – a dicey situation had ended with her total dominance, and she felt the reassuring dopamine hit of a gamble paying off.

“Oho, fucker is right,” Lyssa grinned, hovering behind her helpless victim. “I don’t know what I was thinking, playing about with those ropes. Handcuffs are much more my style. None of that fancy shit, just quick, effective, straight to the point. I obviously need more practice...”

Lyssa stalked forwards and wrapped her arms around the kneeling woman, reaching for her chest, taking a good handful of bare boob in each hand, before squeezing them maliciously with her cruel little hands.

“Mmm, definitely more my style, wouldn’t you say?” she leered, revelling in causing Wendy more pain. “I mean, you were so, SO close to getting one over me…. Having me at your mercy with a whole dungeon full of punishments to work through…. But in the blink of an eye, it all flipped back. Fate’s a fickle bitch, isn’t she?”

Grinning, Lyssa gave Wendy’s chest a final, squeezing grope, before stepping away.

“Not as big a bitch as me, though,” she mused. “Gosh, there are so many excruciating tortures down here, I almost don’t know where to start!”

She sauntered off to the shelves, actually having a pretty good idea of her first move, returning quickly with a metal pole.

“This is in case you try and mule kick me,” she explained, as she fiddled with the restraints on the leg spreader. Lyssa would roughly hairpull the kneeling girl upright, bouncing her face off the turnbuckle to keep her pliant, before deftly reaching down and fitting Wendy’s ankles into the bondage device, fastening the straps to leave the white-haired woman with her legs awkwardly spread.

“Yeah, much better than ropes,” Lyssa cackled, running her fingertips over Wendy’s bare ass, before giving it a hard spank to demonstrate her dominance.