Do Unto Others (For Darius 2.0)

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy could, in fact, hear Nha speaking. Barely.

It wasn’t the easiest thing. With the way the blood was rushing around her ears and the bouts of unconsciousness, it was hard to make sense out of anything. She had a good lung capacity, able to take this better than many of her victims ever could, but even that could only get her so far, and she was only still awake thanks to stealing the occasional breath from Nha’s cheeks. She would turn this way and that, sucking in stray wisps, just enough to keep her head above water, but the devilish diva on top would always grind down harder, keeping her in total control.

But she wasn’t so out of it that she couldn't make out what Nha was saying, what she was threatening, and the implications that came along with them. As bad as this was, it was just a taste of what could come - the idea of spending a night with these two, or even longer, trapped, no way to escape…

Wendy processed that grim fate as Nha leaned back and spread the smother out, taking even more of Wendy’s precious air and even going over her eyes, keeping her in total darkness. Time seemed to slow, and she had enough of a mind to process what her next step should be, what she would have to do if she wanted to get out of this and see her own apartment today. She didn’t like the answers, but then, she didn’t much like any of this.

So. Fuck dignity.

As Nha leaned back, Wendy brought her hands up and ran them along her chest, running them along her torturer’s body until she found the same breasts that she’d been wrecking only a few minutes ago. As if to make up for the damage she caused, she gripped them with a slow, sensual massage, pressing against them, kneading them, working on them as best she could in the awkward position, all in an attempt to gain some favor with Nha.

It wasn’t her proudest moment, but pride wasn’t on Wendy’s agenda. All she could think of was survival - well, that and the increasingly violent fucking from Sha’s fingers, as her pussy was pounded at a jackhammer’s pace. With her body so close to the edge already, there was nothing she could do to stop what was about to happen - and, frankly, at this point, she didn’t want to. She let herself go, and euphoria ran through her as she came, erupting at Sha’s invaded touch, her body bucking as a heavy moan shook through Nha’s ass. Wendy tensed up for a moment, then relaxed, going limp in their grasp.

[Darius 2.0]

Wendy's next actions were very telling for both of the Egyptian sisters. With Nha threatening further reprisals outside the walls of the gym, their larger captive would almost immediately react by reaching up and grasping the blue twin's chest. Unlike the last time she did this to Nha, where her touch was one of possession and exploitation, now Wendy sought appeasement. She massaged Nha's breasts tenderly over top her sports bra, bringing an amused smile to Nha's face. Even from her awkward position under Nha's ass, Wendy was still able to manipulate her boobs wquite skillfully, and the sultry Egyptian couldn't help but let out a small moan.

However, Wendy's submissive act would be put on pause when Sha brought the woman to an explosive orgasm! Her hard fingering of Wendy's snatch would produce results when she came all over Sha's hand and onto the gym floor for an incredibly humiliating display. The red twin smirk as she withdrew her cum covered hand from Wendy's pussy, and would wipe it clean upon the woman's captured thigh. "(She seems eager to make nice,)" Sha observed, slipping into their native Arabic.

"(Doesn't she, though?)" Nha giggled, looking across large, shapely form of her enemy spread out underneath her, limp after her forced orgasm. Oh, the fun she was going to have such a prize. "(Get her up. We're not done with her yet...)"

Nodding, Sha would release Wendy from the painful leg-spread hold she had been applying, while Nha would simultaneously remove her ass from her face, freeing Wendy of all their holds. But while Nha would stand up and move back, Sha would be on Wendy again, where she would grab the bully and pull her up onto her feet. That's not where it would end, though. Utilizing those muscles of hers, Sha would lift Wendy clear off the ground while forcing the woman's legs up over her head, where she would lock them in place by bracing her arms against the back of her head!

Spoiler

In a stunning display of strength, Sha will have folded Wendy in half using a kind full-nelson; one that would trap her legs while keeping her suspended in the air! Not only would this be incredibly uncomfortable for the white-haired woman, but her naked body would be put on full display!

[BlackAkuma]

Though she preferred to use her grip to hurt, Wendy knew how to go at breasts in a pleasing way, too. Sometimes, that was the best way to approach it - nothing left her victims more confused than getting a burst of pleasure after they’d been made to suffer so much pain, and she loved seeing the look on their faces when their own body betrayed them. Now, she put that same expertise to use in the small hope that she might get some small measure of mercy from the twins, and judging by the way Nha moaned at her touch, it wasn’t totally in vain.

In her addled, weakening state, Wendy could sort of make out that her captors were saying. It was in whatever weird language they spoke, so she couldn't make heads or tails of it. But the tone? That, she recognized. The two of them were planning something, something wild, and something she was almost guaranteed not to like.

She wouldn’t be left to wonder on the specifics for too long, either, as Nha finally stopped using her as a perch and lifted up, giving her the chance to take in full, unrestricted breaths. Her monstrous twin let go of the hold, as well, and for a short, blissful moment, Wendy was allowed to lay there and catch her breath.

The relief turned to horror, though, when Sha moved in and lifted her back, starting the torment once more. ”Wait, what are you-” She grunted and struggled in vain as she was lifted up and powerful arms wrapped around her legs, forcing them up, up, and up, contorting her past natural limits. ”Stop, stop, stop-”

Wendy broke into a scream as she forced into the impossible hold - or, at least, she tried to. With her breasts forced upwards, however, they covered her mouth and nearly smothered, adding an extra bit of humiliation to an already mortifying situation. All she could do was sputter and try to squeeze out the occasional word when she managed to get her lips free for a second or two. ”Stop! Please, stop!”

[Darius 2.0]

Sha's magnificen muscles were put to work as she dragged he bigger Wendy up to her feet. Lifting he big gal off the ground would have been impressive enough, but Sha took it quite a few steps further when she practically folded Wendy in half like she was a lawn chair. To the sound of Wendy's desperate screams, Sha forced her victim into such a position where she hung in the air, legs folded backward, breasts against her chin, and naked pussy on full display. Amazingly, such a position didn't seem to be that difficult for the red twin to maintain. As Wendy whined and whimpered, Sha gave a satisfied smirk, easily able to keep the heavyweight aloft for as long as was needed.

Nha was lucky enough to be the only spectator for the act of contortion that went on before her. The blue twin wore a cruel smile as Wendy begged and pleaded in the humiliating hold, looking at the woman's nude, folded up body in a similiar way a predator would look at its prey.

"You know, I must admit, Wendy.....I'm impressed," Nha chuckled as she approached the trapped woman. "No one has dared to go after us before. Seems like you were out to make a name for yourself, huh? I have to respect the hustle on that one." Nha would eventually end up standing right before Wendy as she kept her suspended in the air. Her dark eyes were particularly drawn to the woman's completely exposed and still dripping wet pussy.

"So you took a gamble.....and you lost...." Nha's slender hand would then lower down to Wendy's snatch, where she would run her finger slooooooowly across the outer folds of it, scooping up up some of the heavyweight's juices along the way. "......so now it's time for you to suffer." Finally sliding her finger off of Wendy, Nha would then take it into her mouth, sucking up the juices from Wendy that had accumulated on it. When she slid her finger, all of it had been licked clean. "Or you could apologize to the both us. You never know; we might just accept it...."

[BlackAkuma]

As the torture went on Wendy kept up to hope that her tormentors would grow tired, that Sha wouldn’t be able to hold up bulk this for too long. After all, this was a monumental effort, holding her up like this. She wouldn’t call herself fat, but she wasn't light by any definition or the word, and suspending her for extended periods of time wasn’t something that any normal human could sustain for very long. They had to get tired sooner or later, the bitches arms would go weary, and she’d be let down.

As time went on, though, things only got worse, and it grew readily apparent that her hopes simply weren’t going to manifest. ‘Being tired’ didn’t seem like something that Sha knew how to do. Not when there was some fun to be had.

Something they had in common. Wendy would’ve appreciated the irony, if it didn’t piss her off so much.

This hold, whatever it was called, wasn’t just painful. Pain, she could deal with. Pain, she was quickly learning to ignore, having been exposed to so much of it over the past few minutes. She was growing numb, reaching a point where her body couldn't properly process all the agony.

Pleasure, though? That was different. That still registered just fine, perhaps even more than usual. Wendy’s eyes rolled up as Nha’s finger trailed across her pussy, with sensations spreading like wildfire, and a hoarse moan managed to squeeze its way out of her compressed lungs. She sagged - as much as she could sag - when the finger came away, and looked on as the Egyptian savored her taste.

She hated this woman. She hated her so much. One day - she didn’t know when, didn’t know how, didn’t know where - she would get them both for this and pay it back ten times. She swore it. The brief flicker even showed up on her face, for all of two seconds…

…but self preservation came first. In order to get to that day, she had to make it out of this one in a single. ”I’m…”[/colo] Wendy took a deep gulp, swallowing her spit and pride. ”Fuck! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Just let me down, stop, pleasefuckingstop, fuck-”

[Darius 2.0]

While Sha had the task of keeping Wendy in the painful and dominant hold, Nha wormed her way into her mind with acts of pleasure and offers of mercy. Nha looked Wendy deep in the eyes after making a show of licking the juices that still dripped from the woman's crotch. SHe wanted to see the moment when her foe broke and realized she was doomed. FOr a split second, she saw a hint of defiance in her eyes, and wondered if Wendy really was as stupid as she had surmised. That was until the heavyweight broke down and started pleading with Nha for mercy. She apologized profusely, making the blue twin smirk in amusement.

"(Well, I feel much better now,)" Nha chuckled. "(I guess we can just let her go and let bygones be bygones.)"

There was a split second of silence between all three women. It would soon be shattered by the Egyptian's laughing.

Sha would let out a low sort of laugh that would cause her to bounce Wendy in her arms, while Nha would nearly be outright guffawing! It would take some time before she calmed down. "Whew! (Alright, alright,)" she giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. "(Bring her over to the bench.)"

Knowing immediately what her blue-clad sister meant by that, Sha would smirk in confirmation. With Wendy still wrapped up in her grasp, she would walk the woman over to a nearby workout bench. Once there, she would untangle Wendy from her arms and lay her across the length bench on her back, but farther enough back where her head hung off the edge of it.

If the red twin managed that, Nha would come to happily take a seat on Wendy's lap. She would seat her luscious behind just on top of Wendy's naked crotch, her legs on either side of the bench, balancing her out. Once that was done, Sha would move in and wrap her powerful, muscular thighs around Wendy's head as it hung off the bench. Hiking her head up until it was pressed up against her butt, Sha would then lock her ankles together and flex her legs, applying a frighteningly powerful standing reverse headscissor to the naked heavyweight, squeezing her head and neck for all it was worth!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy knew as much as most Americans did about Middle Eastern languages - which was to say, not much at all. When Nha and Sha started up again, she hadn't the first clue what the two of them were going on about, couldn't make heads or tails of it - but then, maybe she didn’t need to. She could understand tone, and it was the same kind of voice she used whenever she was in control, that calm, knowing way of talking, smooth as silk, the perfect way to rub salt in the wounds of a victim. And those laughs - yeah, she didn’t like those laughs. She gritted her teeth as she was bounced about and let out a low moan as the sister’s enjoyed themselves at her experience.

This wasn’t over. Not yet.

Her fears were confirmed a moment later, as she was carried over like an overweight package, hauled over to the more of the workout equipment. When Sha finally - finally - released her, Wendy let out a long, agonized gasp as she unfurled, with all her bones resetting at once and all her organs expanding together. It left her like putty, easily controlled, all too pliable when she was laid out on like this. She was like a buffet, an open target of them to pick apart.

And that was precisely what they did. Wendy found some pleasure as Nha sat on her lap, pressing against her, grinding into her without even thinking, but that moment of bliss ended as soon as Sha came in. Her legs clamped down like jaws around her neck, squeezing with an insane pressure, one that cut off Wendy’s air supply.

Weak, desperate, all Wendy could do was flail about as the walls closed around, as this mass of muscle shut her windpipe down. She was already starting to fade, her world growing dark and her struggles growing weaker. Not much longer, now…

[Darius 2.0]

With Wendy having been laid acorss the bench, the twins showed their coordination in the cruelest of ways. While Nha got herself comfy on Wendy's naked lap, Sha would wrap her strong legs around the woman's head and squeeze, threatening to crush it like a walnut between her muscular thighs. Though Wendy would be treated to an up close and personal view of Sha's firm ass, the heavyweight would likely be in too much pain to fully appreciate it!

As her twin legs compressed around Wendy's throat like two steel beams, Nha was sitting pretty upon the woman's crotch, her spandex covered ass running up against Wendy's no-doubt still tender pussy, bringing the bully a slight bit of pleasure to the unbearable pain that Sha was inflicting on her. Wiggling her hips a little to further stimulate Wendy, Nha would look around Sha's body to get a look at Wendy's head popping out from between her legs. "Oooooh, her face is turning purple," she giggled. "You might want to lay it off a bit? She's less fun when unconscious."

Sha would snort at her blue-clad counterpart but would eventually comply with her request. Before Wendy could go unconscious, she would loosen her standing reverse headscissor. Though Wendy would remain in the prison between her hard thighs, she would at least be able to breath properly now.

After Sha had done that, Nha would take one of Wendy's hands and guide it towards one of her breasts. She would make the captive limb grope her boob, moving it around to knead it in a pleasurable manner. Nha bit her bottom lip as she did so, not knowing which she enjoyed more; the feeling on her boob being squeezed or the fact that Wendy was now in their complete control.

"You know, Wendy," Nha would purr. "I'm not the only one you wronged today. Sha had to deal with quite a lot thanks to that little call you made to security earlier. I think you need to make it up to her." The two twins would share a look of identical smiles, which obviously meant trouble for their captive. "Kiss her ass," Nha ordered. "I'll tell you when to stop...."

[BlackAkuma]

Once again, Wendy found herself on the edge of unconsciousness, and also found herself almost craving it, knowing it would be the only real way to bring all this torment to a messy end. It was a hell of a way to go, laying there with Sha’s ass overhead and her thighs clamped tight around her throat like a vise grip, taking up more and more space that her neck was meant to occupy. At first she’d made a vain, reflexive attempt to pry the legs apart, but now she was giving it, letting her body fade and giving it. Just a little more, and it was all over…

It wasn’t that easy. Of course. When Nha let up, Wendy came back to life with weak wheezes and sputtering coughs, sucking in as much air as she could. The steel pythons around her throat weren’t making that easy, with the stronger sister applying just enough pressure to keep her in pain while making it possible - if difficult to breath.

Wendy was so swept in it all that she didn’t even notice what her hand was grabbing at first, but her body moved without her permission to group Sha’s breasts. Weird as it was, she welcomed the sensation - anything to take away the pain was a pleasant difference, and she flicked and fondled away to give her tormentor the pleasure she craved.

”What…” She mumbled at Sha’s request - no, demand. If she wanted this to end, there wasn’t any real choice, here, and it didn’t take much thinking for Wendy to realize that, even in her addled state.

Without further prompting, Wendy went to kiss. A quick peck at first, then another one, longer. Another came after that, another followed even sooner, and before long she was planting them as fast and furious as she could, as if each one had a chance to shorten the torture.

[Darius 2.0]

Sha's muscular thighs were seconds from putting Wendy away when Nha recommended that she let off on her head scissor. She would do so just in time, releaxing her legs around Wendy's neck but still leaving her facing the red twin's ass. It was then the Nha would offer her ultimatum to her hated attacker; kiss her sister's ass as a way of apology. Though Nha didn't say what would happen if Wendy refused, their treatment of the woman thus should make it clear that it would not be a pleasant experience for Wendy.

Thus it came as no surprise to Sha that she soon felt a pair of lips press against her workout tights, planted right upon one of her butt cheeks. The normally stoic twin smiled in amusement at the feeling, and soon enough her ass was being showered with quick, desperate kisses in proper order. It was an enjoyable feeling to be sure, especially considering who it was doing the kissing. Any opportunity to further hurt and humiliate the woman who tried to go after her sister was a good feeling in Sha's book.

The red twin wasn't the only one enjoying the performance. Looking over Sha's shoulder from where she straddled Wendy's body, Nha watched with barely contained glee as her attacker further debased herself for them. But that wasn't all, for in one of Nha's hands (the one that wasn't guiding Wendy's hand to grope her) was her cellphone! She was recoding the entire thing with her camera! From the moment that Wendy threw her pride away and kiss Sha's ass, Nha had begun to immortalize the entire act. "That's right," Nha whispered with a wicked smile. "Get nice and deep in there. Don't be shy...."

Once Nha was satisfied she had gotten enough footage, she would tuck her phone back into her sports bra. "Alright, you can stop now," Nha would say to Wendy. "I'm the one she really needs to apologize to, after all..." Her more muscular sister smirked in response. It was then Sha would unwind her legs around Wendy and step aside, leaving Nha room to scoot up Wendy's body until she was sitting upon the woman's chest, her spandex covered crotch nearly right up against the woman's chin. "Kiss," Nha commanded, pointing directly at her pussy. "And say some nice things about me while you do. You're good at talking. It should come easy..."

Meanwhile, Sha would pull out her own phone, ready to record the latest humiliation should Wendy comply.