Trojan Horseplay – Storm’s Revenge

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Lyssa gave a shrill laugh of self-satisfied amusement as Wendy listed the ways she’d been wronged this evening, starting with the ice to the ass. “Ha, that’s priceless. Big old Storm gave you a solid ten-minute beatdown, but you’re hung up on a little ice cube wedgie? I bet one week from now, that’s all you – and your adoring fans – will be thinking about!” Lyssa shot a seductive side-glance at the nearest webcam, and continued her carnal grinding on the handcuffed girl’s body. “Nahh, I’m just here for added sparkle, and lovely little surprises,” she purred, her fingertips curling back and slipping gently underneath the crotch of Wendy’s black one-piece, for a quick, intimate stroke of her sex. The straddled Southerner’s bucking made the penetration a little more pronounced than Lyssa had meant, her two fingers dipping into Wendy, finding her warmth and her wetness.

“You really wanna talk about Storm?” Lyssa grinned, a not-entirely reassuring sight. She pulled her hand away before Wendy could derive too much pleasure from the encounter, locking eyes with the bound girl, before slowly and deliberately bringing her fingers up to her own mouth, and licking Wendy’s juices. “A pretty, big-titted brute at my beck and call? Do I really need to show you all the ways that could be entertaining for me?” Lyssa dragged her crotch forward over Wendy’s upturned breasts, leaving the blue-haired girl straddling her upper chest and neck. Her milky thighs framed Wendy’s face, and Lyssa started to toy with her captive’s breasts again.

“Storm’s cool, she’s got my back. And she’s fucking bad-ass,” Lyssa enthused, although an emotion flickered across her features as she thought about her partner, and she subconsciously bit her lip. “And I’ll tell you something else…” Lyssa’s voice darkened, and she hunched forwards to get a good look down over Wendy. “I once tortured her for twenty-four hours straight, and she took her medicine a damn sight better than you, ya whiny little bitch!” Lyssa’s face lit up with sadistic glee, and she punctuated her point by rapidly shifting from pleasure to pain and pinching Wendy’s tit, hard.

“So, don’t talk shit about Storm, just because you ambushed her. Sure, she grew up soft, she’s a bit naïve, but we’re working on that. In a fair fight, I’m sure she’d ruin you.”

Lyssa squeezed her thighs together, her crotch grinding against Wendy’s chin now. Their chat had given the bluenette a wonderful mental image of Wendy getting ragdolled by Storm, and the horny little hellcat was steadily approaching her point of no return.

“Although maybe you’d like that. Maybe you want to keep getting served up as my little sex toy,” Lyssa murmured to herself. Moaning, she lifted her hips and tugged her small blue thong to the side, revealing her smooth sex as it hovered above Wendy’s face. “Wanna earn yourself some bonus points and use that foul mouth of yours?” Lyssa enquired breathlessly, as she began to lower her bare pussy and apply a lustful forwards facesit on her helpless, handcuffed victim.

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck this was hot. Wendy didn’t want it to be, but damn, it was.

It didn’t help that it had been a good while since she’d had any sex, either. She wasn’t a nympho, but she’d rarely gone a month without a good lay back home. In Japan, the pickings were slimmer - not that there weren’t clubs she couldn't go to or places she could mingle, but her size and her demeanor and her sucking at the language made her a hard sell. Needless to say, but she would’ve welcomed a little hottie like Lyssa grinding on her chest in just about any other scenario but this one.

She could tell the little bitch knew it, too, from the way she was working those fingers in her pussy, forcing her body to buck without her even wanting it to, trying to get all the pleasure she could out of the moment. She groaned when Lyssa slid forward, and that touch went away, but what she got in return wasn’t half-bad, either, as the attention went back to her budding breasts.

It wasn’t easy to pay attention to what Lyssa was saying through all of this, but Wendy somehow made a decent go of it, trying to learn how these two had come together. It didn’t quite make sense - how the hell had she gotten Storm trapped for a whole damn day to toture her? How had that led to them being friends, or whatever-the-fuck they were supposed to be? She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as Lyssa turned the switch from pleasure to pain with a twists of her tits.

”Ah, fuck!” Wendy yelped and bucked on the bed, as much as she could with Lyssa’s pressing down on her upper body like this. ”You’re sure, huh?” She snarled up at the tiny tormentress, as she pushed against her chin with her pussy and made her fight for every word. ”Well, you’re damn sure gonna find out. Better believe I’m getting a match with her flabby ass the first chance I get.” And she was already circulating some ideas on what kind of match it would be, too. Ideas that would damn sure involve dropping her ass all over the Scotswoman’s face, time and time again.

It made for a pretty picture. Unfortunately, it was a little hard to focus on said picture when Lyssa’s pussy was steadily making its way toward her face. ”Hey, hey, wait-”

Lyssa didn’t wait. She let it all come down on Wendy’s face, giving her a faceful of fresh pussy. The Backstage Bully let out a long, groaning growl that reverberated through the blue-haired bitch’s body, but she couldn't help but let a moan slip through - those hands on her chest still felt so good. As much as she wanted to keep thrashing and try to buck her off, there was a real part of her that loved this, far more than she’d ever want to admit. That Lyssa was probably banking on that just made it all the more infuriating.

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Lyssa let out a triumphantly lustful snicker as she shuffled forward to lower her hips, planting her crotch down on Wendy’s protesting face.

“Ha! Waiting is really not my thing,” Lyssa purred, taking pleasure in her total dominance as she dropped her pussy, forcing Wendy’s face to be smothered between her thighs. The blue-haired girl bit her lip again, moaning lustfully. She loved the control, she loved that she was forcing her bound victim into yet another extreme predicament, but most of all, she loved the sensuality of a squirming, smothered face against her slick sex.

She took a few exaggerated shuffles of her butt to get really comfortable in the forward facesit, grinding herself into Wendy’s features. “I’m more into instant gratification…” she added huskily, grunting a little as her shuffles became rhythmic, insistent grinds. Whenever Wendy tried to talk, it sent delectable little shivers through Lyssa’s pussy, forcing moans from the horny Brit’s own lips.

She’s wanted tongue, but Wendy didn’t seem forthcoming on that front. No real matter to the lustful and impatient Lyssa, as she felt her skin prickle excitedly, the first flushes of an oncoming orgasm not all that far away for her. Making this big, Southern beauty into her bitch was stimulation enough. That, and, grinding ever harder, so that Wendy’s nose began to be worked deeper and deeper between her thighs.

“But hey… we’re still getting to know each other… right?” Lyssa panted, mocking her fuck-toy even as she approached the point of no return. Her brown eyes were a little fuzzy now, and her mind was awash with lustful abandon. Lyssa reached behind her and carelessly groped at Wendy’s chest, casually enjoying her victim’s voluptuousness. She could tell from the way that Wendy was wriggling and writhing that the Southerner wasn’t entirely appalled by this arousing position, hell, she was probably hoping for some more attention on her own pussy… fuck that, Lyssa thought now. She was focusing on herself, first and foremost. Recklessly rocking her wet sex back and forth, gripping Wendy’s tits, getting increasingly wet as she subjected her seat to this hot and sticky smother…

It didn’t take long. Lyssa never did. Her lips fell open and her panting became ever more feral, as the deliciously sensual situation began to peak for her.

“Fuck… yes…. Fuck! Ahhhhh!” Lyssa’s sassy tongue was momentarily lost for words, as a hugely enjoyable orgasm began to hit her. She frantically shuffled and shoved Wendy’s nose even deeper inside her, maximising her pleasure at the expense of her victim. “AHHHH!!” she squealed again, shuddering in sheer joy, cumming hard into Wendy’s face, clenching her thighs together for complete control, holding and grinding for as long as possible. In her ecstasy, she would grip Wendy’s tits, hard, luxuriating in both her own pleasure, and her fucktoy’s pain. Seconds passed, Lyssa writhing this way and that, dragging out her breathless enjoyment.

“Haha… ah…. Ah, that was gooood,” Lyssa drawled, wiping sweat from her flushed face, before finally shuffling back, peeling her wet pussy up from Wendy’s face. The blue-haired imp adjusted her thong, and sat back down on Wendy’s chest, gazing down at her victim in post-orgasmic reverie. She reached back, and idly stroked at Wendy’s inner thigh.

“Oh, I’d been looking forward to that! Think I’m done with you now, though,” she smirked, as she continued to trace her fingertips between Wendy’s muscular legs. “I should probably pass you back over to Storm, and I don’t think she’ll be as nice as I was,” Lyssa grinned, drinking up Wendy’s reaction to the prospect of even further punishment.

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In normal circumstances - circumstances that didn't involve someone breaking into her apartment and tying her down - Wendy wouldn’t have been opposed to reciprocating and giving Lyssa some of the tongue action she was probably pining for. But then again, in normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place. She was much more of the type to do the riding instead of being ridden, and even though she had gone down on a few girls in her time, it was pretty much always when she was in control, when she was the one driving things.

Little bitches like Lyssa weren’t supposed to be on top, she was supposed to be on top of them, fucking their brains, twisting them into knots, taking control. She was pretty sure Lyssa knew that, too, which just made the situation all the more fucked up. If she ever got the little blue bandit alone, just for a minute…

It was a lovely thought, but it was quickly buried underneath all the worse ones, as Lyssa continued to fuck her face into oblivion, grinding down so hard that Wendy could’ve barely wiggled her tongue out if she wanted to. The woman hadn't been kidding about holding back her lust, working herself up in record time, and she could already feel the telltale signs of an orgasm coming. She picked up the pace, her breathing reached a crescendo, building and building and building to raucous explain.

Lyssa came. And came. And came. It was one of the most explosive orgasms she’d ever seen out of a woman, and Wendy could say that with some authority, with the little troll making far more noise than you would’ve expected from a girl her size. Her nails dug deep into the Backstage Bully’s tits, forcing a wailing cry that reverberated through her tormentress’ body, no doubt adding to the pleasure and driving her even more insane than she would’ve been.

For all Wendy’s troubles, she just ended up with a faceful of Lyssa’s juices, smeared all over her face as the woman finally peeled away. She sucked in air, trying to get her breathing control, as her captor savored the bliss, but she wasn’t so out of it that she couldn't make sense of what was being said.

It was Storm’s turn now? Fine. Wendy had some stuff to say to her, anyway, and what else could the woman really do to her, at this point? ”Just…fuck.”She let her head fall back as she tried to relax as best she could, given the circumstances. ”Just get on with it.”

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Lyssa had needed a good fuck. Her first few weeks in Japan had been disappointingly chaste, with her night-time forays for fun getting interrupted by things like this bitch Wendy ringing her to revel in torturing her friend. This all meant that, when she did come, it was an absolute explosion of ecstasy for the little wrestler, deliciously prolonged, as well as making an utter mess of Wendy’s face. There was a justice in that, with Wendy paying for her previous cruelties by taking a total faceful. Not that Lyssa really cared about the concept of justice. Hell, in her blissful post-orgasmic daze, she didn’t really care about anything. Sure, she was straddling a beaten, bound woman, and in other circumstances she’d be drawing hours of entertainment out of that, but tonight was Storm’s night. Her partner was the one that was really due the revenge, and for all her faults, Lyssa would respect that.

“Just get on with it, huh? Girl’s in a hurry to get wrecked!” Lyssa grinned slyly, languidly shuffling backwards but staying sat on her captive for now.

“Storm!” Lyssa turned her head and called out to the next room. “This bitch wants you to do your worst!!”

Storm sauntered back into the room. Whilst both Brits were stripped to their skimpy thongs, there was a clear contrast in their demeanour, with Lyssa hot, flushed, and serenely happy, whereas Storm still had an air of firm, icy anger. She was clutching Wendy’s phone, and handed it to Lyssa as the smaller girl came down from the bed.

“I’ve edited the match, got some really good shots of us ruining her,” Storm explained. “Wanna take a look over it while I teach this bitch a final lesson?”

Lyssa nodded and headed out the door. Storm turned to the bed, looking the handcuffed girl up and down with a disdainful sneer.

“I’m gonna go ahead and guess that playtime with Lyssa hasn’t improved your attitude any?” Storm inquired. Without waiting for an answer, the Scot balled her fist and drove it hard into Wendy’s defenceless belly, before hopping up onto the bed and sitting down hard on her captive’s stomach, looking into her eyes.

“Jesus, you got quite the facial there, huh?” she mocked, raising an eyebrow at just how sticky Wendy had gotten! “Did you enjoy yerself too, or was it one-way traffic?” The brunette reached back and took a rough, groping hold of Wendy’s crotch, showing off her dominance as much as checking for wetness in her victim.

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This had only been going on for, what? Half an hour? Tops. It was hard for Wendy to get a grasp on time a the moment, it felt like she’d been here for ages, but when she stopped and made sense of the time, she realized it had all been a short burst of time. The two had burst into her apartment and worked her over in a hurry, fitting in a lot of damage in an insane amount of time, wrecking her like a hurricane, but it looked like their time together was finally coming to a close.

Maybe. She hoped.

She turned her head to the side and did her best to wipe her face off on the bed as Lyssa called Storm back in, only half-succeeding in getting the gunk off. She was able to clear her eyes, at least, which meant she had a clear view of the Scot as she came back in the room, looking no less pissed than when she’d left. Wendy had about the same amount of venom to throw back at her, only she was much less able to do anything about it, a fact she became painfully aware of when Storm gave her a hard shot to the gut.

Wendy croaked as her fist sunk deep into her defenseless stomach, driving all the air clean out of her. She tried to refill her lungs, but that was made far more difficult when the big bitch took a hard seat on her stomach, driving down with all of her weight. It left her coughing, gasping, struggling to get a single word out. ”I want-” She sputtered and wheezed. ”I want a-”

Wendy shrieked as Storm’s rough hand clapped on her pussy, still sensitive from Lyssa’s grinding, still hungry for some release. Her body betrayed her, thrusting against her captor’s hand, desperate for some release. Seething, she was able to collect herself enough to form a sentence after a few moments - well, incomplete sentences, anyway. ”Fuck. You.” She spat off to the side, trying to get the taste of Lyssa out of her mouth, before she glared up at Storm. ”I want a goddamn match.”

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Storm smiled callously as she sat down hard on Wendy’s belly, the pained reaction from her seat showing that she’d been hurt by that toned ass slamming down. Good. She wanted this woman – no, this animal – to suffer. It was certainly in cruelty that Storm reached back for an indulgent grope of Wendy’s crotch, although the shrieking response of the bound girl caught Storm by surprise. A pleasant surprise, mind, and one that brought warmth back to the Scotswoman’s grin, as she realised that her plaything had been left hanging by Lyssa, and was now uncomfortably horny as she lay in her handcuffs. The bare, frustrated, anguished arousal was palpable, and delicious. Storm was chuckling to herself as Wendy struggled to straighten her hormone-addled head, and spat out a demand for a match.

“Ohh, you want a match do you? Seems like there’s something else you’d want, too…” Storm replied leeringly, rubbing her thumb over the crotch of Wendy’s one-piece. There was no sensuality to her movement, though – her caress was one of spite, done purely to tease and to dominate.

“Hah. God. You’re still labouring under the delusion that you’d beat me toe-to-toe?” Storm purred, idly stroking her seat’s inner thigh, carefully gauging just how much Wendy was craving her physical release, and making sure she denied it. “A fair fucking fight? No dirty tricks?” Storm leant forward to look Wendy right in the eye. “I’m not sure you even know what that is. If you did, you’d realise I would take you apart – again. And you’d end up in a spot not unlike the one you’re in now. Again.”

Storm stopped her stroking and gave a malicious pinch to the soft inner flesh of Wendy’s thigh, just to punctuate her point. “How many times am I gonna have to teach you this lesson? Ah, fuck it, I’ll take you on again, no sweat. Be fun to slam you again, torture you again, face sit you again… if that’s really all you want,” Storm grinned as she groped her hapless plaything.

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Wendy utterly loathed the woman on top of her right now. Hated her stupid face, hated that she’d broken into her apartment, hated that she and her living troll doll of a friend had gotten the better of her. While it wasn’t the first time she’d had the tables turned on her, no one had ever made it this damn personal before, no one had ever taken her treatment back to her and actually one-upped her in the process. She wanted - no, needed - to make an example out of Storm, put everyone on notice, take her rightful place on top.

That was all in her mind, however. Her body, however, had a different opinion, if the way it kept thrusting against Storm’s fingers was any indication. ”God, fuck!” She hissed as Storm’s thumb came tantalizingly close to giving her the release she craved. Just a little more, just a little more…

She managed to get her shit together enough as Storm dipped down and got in her face, so confident that any match between them would go in her favor. The pinch to her thigh helped with the clarity - she wasn’t getting the release she sought, it looked like, which meant she’d need some personal time once the two of them left, right after she tried to put a stop on whatever money Lyssa had taken out of her account.

”Bullshit. I laid your ass out easy last time, I’ll do it again.” She squirmed around under Storm, trying her best to get comfortable. “Talking all this shit, but all I needed was a couple good hits to put you down. You ain’t half as tough as you think, just wait and see.”

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Defiant to the end. Wendy was still bragging about beating Storm down. True, the small of Storm’s back was still aching from the powerful slams she had been subjected to, but that twinge of lingering pain wasn’t about to make her think twice. It just made her more angry. The brunette went still, simmering with quiet rage as Wendy snarled with resistance and bragged about her abilities.

Sat atop her, Storm let Wendy finish. Then she wordlessly balled her fist, and slammed a hard punch down into the handcuffed woman’s unprotected face.

“Why!?” Storm spat, taking a moment, before bringing her arm up and smacking Wendy again.

“Why do you think it was so easy last time, huh?” The Scot wasn’t interested in an answer. Instead, she prepared to rain a flurry of blows down on her victim’s defenceless head.

“Because! You! Fucking! Ambushed! Me!!” Her point was punctuated by five of the hardest, most heartfelt punches she had ever thrown.

Storm was panting now, blood pumping from that burst of brutality. She paused for several breaths, admiring her handiwork, collecting herself a little. Her fury cooled into something more controllable.

“Back home in Scotland, there’s a creature – a monster – called a Selkie. It looks like a beautiful blonde woman, and lures you in, but once you get close, it drags you under the water and eats you alive.”

Storm looked into Wendy’s eyes with stoic determination. “You’re not luring me in again. I know you now. I know the kind of monster you are. You just need putting down.”

The big brunette knelt up from her straddle of Wendy’s waist. She shuffled round so that she was facing Wendy’s feet, kneeling over her chest, ominously positioned for a reverse facesit. Storm’s big, round ass, bulging out of her tight black thong, hovered pointedly above the handcuffed woman’s face.

“Any last words, bitch, before you say goodnight?” Storm leered, patting her pert butt, wringing out the Southerner’s unfortunate situation and making sure Wendy was well aware of what she was in for now.

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You know, maybe trash-talking the pissed off Scottish bitch while she was pinned and handcuffed to a bed wasn’t the brightest idea Wendy ever had.

That notion occurred to her at the last moment, right before Storm balled her fist and cracked her square in the face, hitting her with a battering ram blow that turned her entire world white. The Scot was yelling at her, but her senses were too scattered to make any sense of it, too stunned even to form a proper thought, and she found herself taking another hard shot in the next second. More followed right after, one after another, battering her head left and right, knocking her in and out of consciousness. It was a relentless, merciless mauling, and by the end of it, Wendy didn’t even know what planet she was on. It was a miracle she was still awake.

Moaning, aching, rapidly blinking, she struggled to form cogent thoughts, all while Story continued to go on and on about…something? She was honestly too out of it to make much sense of the woman’s words. Something about
‘Selfies’? It was all going over Wendy’s head, but judging from the look on Storm’s face, it was an important point, and it was leading somewhere.

Despite being out of it, despite feeling like her brain could leak out through her nose, despite having her skull thoroughly rattled, Wendy was still acutely aware of where all this was going. Given what happened last time, there was only one way this could end - with Storm’s ass hovering right above her face, about to drop and smother the life out of her. Still dazed, there was no way she could fight her way out, no way she could even turn her head in time to avoid it. She was utterly fucked, at her lowest point, and there was only one thing she could do, even if she knew it wouldn’t work.

Beg.

”P-please…please…” She gasped, trying to suck in air that would be in short supply soon. ”Just, just wait a second, we can-”