Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy

This was a new thing to add to Styx's always-growing list of vices, but she was loving it. The idea of using sex to dominate someone and manipulate their body was a radical concept - most often, she was content to just wreck people's shit until she got her way. But there was an unmistakable thrill about having Liberty dancing to her touches. It made her feel sexy, damn sexy, and that was a rare sort of feeling. For her.

Granted, she wasn't about to start doing hentai matches or coming out to the ring dressed like a high-end hooker. But behind closed doors, this was definitely the sort of thing she could get used to. At some other time, she might psycho-analyzie it as being somewhat jealous of the beauty queens that seemed to dominate Friction's roster. For now, she was way too hot to care.

"No, I ain't got you." She let out a long, deep growl as Liberty arched back, right on the edge of the cliff. Styx would push her off soon enough, but she wouldn't be satisfied with doing it on her fingers. No, she had to taste it. She had to. "Not yet."

Styx had to pull her fingers out, but she had the sense that Liberty wouldn't mind the switch once she saw what she trading up for. Styx slid her body down the champion's waist, dragging her teeth along toothsome middle as she went, until she dropped down all the way and brought her face in front of Liberty's sweltering sex. She didn't say a taunt, didn't make a noise, didn't even blink before she grabbed hold of Liberty's ass on both sides with both hands, gripped hard, and drove into Liberty's pussy with a frenzied tongue, plunging it in just as deep as her fingers had been. She went at it with all the subtlety of a wild animal, feverishly running the tongue around every inch, kissing it just like it was another mouth, and through it all she managed to get out only one, ragged harsh word.

"Scream!"

Liberty panted softly as Styx withdrew her fingers, ensuring that she would stay on the brink for a little while yet. She was teetering, though, and used this brief calm to take deep, steadying breaths, taking in the hot, smoke-steeped air. It struck the black-haired girl just how much attention was being lavished on her body right now, a rare feeling for the carefree, self-effacing punk. The joy of the moment couldnâ€t just be put down to her addled senses or her pent-up sex drive.

Though, those other factors were helping. Especially the latter. The sense of anticipation was so heightened it was almost painful for Liberty to bear, as Styxâ€s mouth slid lower, both girls knowing now that her sopping wet sex would be the target.

Liberty had been dreaming of this pleasure for weeks. Winning the hardcore belt had come at a horrible cost, her crotch cruelly targeted by a succession of low blows, forcing her into an unplanned, agonising abstinence. Now, though, happily, she was finally ready, and had a willing tongue to set things right.

She gasped when Styx entered her, taken aback by the sheer stimulation of the blondeâ€s keen kisses. Styx was licking hard and deep, the firm hands on her ass signifying that she wouldnâ€t let go.

“Yes! Ah! Yes!” Liberty squawked girlishly, shuddering in uncontrolled pleasure as she was pushed towards her climax. As she felt it surging she really began to moan.

“Ahhhh! AHHHHHH!!” Utterly losing herself, Libertyâ€s thighs tensed, clamping Styxâ€s head in place against her crotch. She gripped the couch and thrust her hips forwards, rubbing her climaxing pussy into her loverâ€s hidden features. “YEEESSS!!” she screamed, convulsing for several joyous seconds.

Panting and reeling in the comedown, her grinding sex eked out a few more moments of pleasure against Styxâ€s face, before her thighs finally relaxed.

Slick with sweat, the naked girl would slump back against the couch, reeling, spent, but grinning broadly.

“Fucking… amazing….” she gasped.

For a moment, Styx had almost forgotten how powerful the hardcore champion was. Easy to do with her thrashing around like this, going crazy in heat, rutting like a wild animal. But when those thighs clamped around her head and powered down around her skull, she was given a harsh, but welcome reminder - this was no little schoolgirl whose brains she was fucking out. This was Liberty fucking Vella.

Styx gripped even tighter as Liberty reached her climax, her head practically disappearing underneath the skirt. Hot. Wet. Sticky. Delicious. She ran her tongue all around as the champion went into a frenzy, bucking so wildly that Styx was almost afraid she'd knock the couch over.

Well, not 'afraid', that would probably have been funny as shit. She didn't like interruptions while she ate, that was all.

She continued to lap away for a few moments while Liberty's legs relaxed, figuring she might as well finish the job while she was down there. When her head finally emerging, she was a sopping wet mess, and what little hair she had was mussed up and messed. She crawled forward and slid along Liberty's body until they were face to face again, and indulged in one last kiss, letting the champion taste her own passion.

"So." Styx pulled back and knocking the strings of spit between their lips away. Her mouth curled into the lewdest smile she could manage. "I think we'll make a great team. Agree?"

by hamish1024 on Thu Sep 18, 2014 1:21 pm
Liberty panted softly as Styx withdrew her fingers, ensuring that she would stay on the brink for a little while yet. She was teetering, though, and used this brief calm to take deep, steadying breaths, taking in the hot, smoke-steeped air. It struck the black-haired girl just how much attention was being lavished on her body right now, a rare feeling for the carefree, self-effacing punk. The joy of the moment couldn’t just be put down to her addled senses or her pent-up sex drive.

Though, those other factors were helping. Especially the latter. The sense of anticipation was so heightened it was almost painful for Liberty to bear, as Styx’s mouth slid lower, both girls knowing now that her sopping wet sex would be the target.

Liberty had been dreaming of this pleasure for weeks. Winning the hardcore belt had come at a horrible cost, her crotch cruelly targeted by a succession of low blows, forcing her into an unplanned, agonising abstinence. Now, though, happily, she was finally ready, and had a willing tongue to set things right.

She gasped when Styx entered her, taken aback by the sheer stimulation of the blonde’s keen kisses. Styx was licking hard and deep, the firm hands on her ass signifying that she wouldn’t let go.

“Yes! Ah! Yes!” Liberty squawked girlishly, shuddering in uncontrolled pleasure as she was pushed towards her climax. As she felt it surging she really began to moan.

“Ahhhh! AHHHHHH!!” Utterly losing herself, Liberty’s thighs tensed, clamping Styx’s head in place against her crotch. She gripped the couch and thrust her hips forwards, rubbing her climaxing pussy into her lover’s hidden features. “YEEESSS!!” she screamed, convulsing for several joyous seconds.

Panting and reeling in the comedown, her grinding sex eked out a few more moments of pleasure against Styx’s face, before her thighs finally relaxed.

Slick with sweat, the naked girl would slump back against the couch, reeling, spent, but grinning broadly.
by acuya on Thu Sep 18, 2014 1:59 pm
For a moment, Styx had almost forgotten how powerful the hardcore champion was. Easy to do with her thrashing around like this, going crazy in heat, rutting like a wild animal. But when those thighs clamped around her head and powered down around her skull, she was given a harsh, but welcome reminder - this was no little schoolgirl whose brains she was fucking out. This was Liberty fucking Vella.

Styx gripped even tighter as Liberty reached her climax, her head practically disappearing underneath the skirt. Hot. Wet. Sticky. Delicious. She ran her tongue all around as the champion went into a frenzy, bucking so wildly that Styx was almost afraid she'd knock the couch over.

Well, not 'afraid', that would probably have been funny as shit. She didn't like interruptions while she ate, that was all.

She continued to lap away for a few moments while Liberty's legs relaxed, figuring she might as well finish the job while she was down there. When her head finally emerging, she was a sopping wet mess, and what little hair she had was mussed up and messed. She crawled forward and slid along Liberty's body until they were face to face again, and indulged in one last kiss, letting the champion taste her own passion.

"So." Styx pulled back and knocking the strings of spit between their lips away. Her mouth curled into the lewdest smile she could manage. "I think we'll make a great team. Agree?"
by hamish1024 on Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:18 am
Laying back in her contented, post-climax daze, Liberty sighed as Styx slid up beside her. The blonde pushed her sticky wet face against her and began a deep kiss, forcing Liberty to taste her own juices. She could hardly complain, and didn’t plan to, either. As Styx pulled away for a moment, Liberty simply smiled and then followed with her lips, leaning in to initiate a second kiss. Her fingers brushed the other girl’s face and the shaven patches of her head. Even though she knew Styx a lot better now, the wild girl still felt dangerous, exotic, and difficult to get a handle on. Though the blonde was certainly perceptive, and had been really attentive to Liberty’s needs. To put it mildly. She was still a bit rattled from that mind-blowing orgasm, but the prolonged kiss helped her to collect her thoughts.

She leant back, looking into Styx’s eyes and smiling. “We’d better make a good team, with the shit we’ve got planned,” she chuckled softly. Her hand slid leisurely down from Styx’s face, fingertips tracing across the blonde’s breast.

“We’re gonna be in dangerous territory, and if we get it wrong, there’s all kinds of ways we can get fucked.” She punctuated her last point by gripping Styx’s breast that bit harder, giving it a playful but firm squeeze.

“Guess that’s all part of the fun though, isn’t it?” she purred. Her hand continued to trace patterns on Styx’s chest as she tried to get a feel for what the other girl wanted. Liberty was spent but she still felt a keen connection to her partner.
by acuya on Sat Sep 20, 2014 3:21 pm
It was stupid. Styx knew it was stupid. She hated that it was so stupid. But there was no getting around the way she felt - right now, she just loved being held by Liberty.

She fought the urge to purr and moan as the champion gripped her breasts and fondled them, being far more attentive than any of the other fucks she'd ever had. The few lovers she had never brought any stamina to the table. Fuck, sleep, then disappear in the morning. To an extent that was fine, it wasn't like Styx wanted a lasting relationship with anyone. She was mobile for the last few years, hitching trains and roaming about the country from fight to fight. Sometimes she didn't even know what city she was in. But it wouldn't kill her to try a little something new, would it?

She let those thoughts slide on by as Liberty's hands went to work on her chest, and she fought the urge to let out a little girlish moan...and failed. Terribly. But, in her defense, she hadn't been worked like this in a good long time, and it felt like Liberty had a little bit of heaven on those grubby mits of hers.

Styx hissed and bit her lip as Liberty gave her that harsh squeeze, and she slowly slid over beside her partner and laid back with her eyes, closed, letting her do whatever she wanted. Liberty seemed like a girl with a good imagination, she'd think of something.

"Yeah..." Her voice was scarcely higher than a whisper as she got lost in the moment. "Speaking of fun - idea." Her eyelids peeked open, scarcely an inch. "You got any plans for the rest of the day? Because if not, you can just...stay here. With me. We can fuck. We can fight. We can sleep. Just sort of have a day with each other."

Her head rolled back as the haze started to take over. "Stay with me a little while. I'd like that."
by hamish1024 on Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:42 am
Liberty smiled, her big grey eyes coming back into focus with renewed interest in her lover. Styx was almost sounding… sentimental. At least, in a way which still involved fucking and fighting. The blonde seemed to think that Liberty might screw her and run, at any rate.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she teased, rolling her eyes. She knew she did want to stay in this hot, heady, sexy den for a while yet, though she found it safer to joke about the situation than analyse her own feelings that closely.

“I might be a violent, heartless nihilist, but I’ve got standards,” she chuckled wryly, caressing Styx’s breast some more. “You want me for the day, I think I can clear some space in the calendar.”

“Besides, everything you’ve done for me, I think it’s fair to say I owe you…” she purred, leaning over to lick gently as the blonde’s nipple. She was content to play slowly for now, unsure as to how the other girl was feeling, but her tongue lapped at her lover’s sweaty chest, Liberty’s hand trailed down Styx’s belly and began to unbutton the waist of her pants.
by acuya on Sun Sep 21, 2014 2:46 pm
Styx would never, ever admit it, but she almost would have been content if Liberty left and she was left to rub one out on her own. Simply working the champion into such a fury had already done wonders for her own drive, and she could the dampness growing below. Being in control of Liberty, bringing her to a thunderous climax, having the body writhing to every movement her tongue made...totally electric, all by itself.

But with a body like this and a girl this willing, she had to ask for more. If Liberty was eager to give as good as she got, Styx would gladly take it.

"Yeah...yeah, that's it." She growled and gripped the couch as Liberty went to work on her chest.She went just as crazy as when Liberty had in the same situation, her head rolling around her nerves started tingling, wondrous energy surged through her. She only wished she had the size to smother Liberty like she'd done to her, give her that same heavenly feeling of simply being engulfed by another person...

Her breath stopped for a moment as a thought popped in her head. The lewdest thought she'd had all day, which was saying quite a bit.

"Lib." She reached down and grasped her by the cheeks, pulling them face to face. "Your ass. I want it on my face." She pushed their forehead together. "Smother me while you work me off. Right out."
by hamish1024 on Wed Sep 24, 2014 1:44 pm
Liberty was enjoying the pleasant uncertainty of what the rest of the day would bring, idly wondering as she idly toyed with Styx’s half-dressed body. She got an answer soon enough, as the blonde grabbed her head quite forcefully and nuzzled up close. And confessed a desire to be facesat.

It was unexpected, to be sure, Liberty’s heart skipping a beat, and her eyes widening as she looked straight into Styx’s own, wondering what to make of this. Unexpected but… interesting. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her lips.

“Smother you out, huh?” she leered, clapping a hand to her ass and clutching it provocatively. “I’ve been known to give bitches a face full of butt, though they’ve always been worthless ring trash that needed to be punished.”

“But if you think you’re hardcore enough to take it…” she added, feeling a frisson of anticipation at what might follow. Trust Styx to throw a curveball, she thought. A fucking fun one, too. Normally she might have reservations about diving so wantonly into such kink, but a combination of a good mood and good alcohol were telling her to go for it.

“Let’s see just how tough you are, then,” she grinned, leaning in for a deep kiss on the blonde, getting further in the mood before pulling away.

She stood up from where she was slumped on the couch and stood in front of Styx. She grabbed the other girl’s unbuttoned pants and began to tug them down her legs, pulling roughly, relieving her of her clothes and also trying to drag her onto the floor in the process.
by acuya on Wed Sep 24, 2014 1:58 pm
Never let it be said that River Styx wasn't up for trying new things. She wasn't even sure where the idea came from, but glad it presented itself - in her usual style, she just went with whatever felt right at the time. Even better was that Liberty seemed up to the task. Between two women like this, nothing was forbidden.

Besides, when they finally fought, she didn't plan on getting into this position at any point. Might as well get a taste of it now and satisfy her curiosity.

She enjoyed the deep kiss for a few moments, letting Liberty take charge this time and probe as deep as she wanted. Submissive? Maybe. But she liked to look it as being served. Or just a mutual exchange of power, experiencing what it was like to be under someone else for a change. She sure as hell wouldn't get an experience like that from 99.9% of the other bitches walking around this place.

She sighed as Liberty pulled away, but that quickly turned into a yelp as she was pulled off the couch and landed pantsless on her bare ass, leaving a lower body that was just as bulky and torn up as the top. She looked up at Liberty and hid her wonderment behind a mask of raw desire, beckoning her on with a curling finger. "Do it."
by hamish1024 on Thu Sep 25, 2014 1:23 pm
Liberty, standing over the floored, unclothed Styx, looked down and appraised the other girl's body with unhidden interest. It was a striking sight, the strong, muscular, battle-hardened blonde, now lying naked at her feet, and openly challenging her to, for want of a better expression, take liberties with her body and face.

She chuckled, shaking her head in bemusement as Styx invited her on. "Ohh, you asked for it..."

Her white panties were tangled halfway down her legs. She had been unsure whether to take the nice or nasty approach, but Styx's bravado now tipped her towards the latter. She kicked her underwear down her calves and flicked the garment onto the floor.

Liberty began to unbuckle her leather skirt, but then thought better of it. Leaving it on might help cocoon poor Styx in the hell she was making for herself.

"You know you're going to regret this, right?" she grinned, turning to straddle Styx, and slowly lowering herself down. "If I do something, I do it hard."

She wouldn't leave much time for the floored girl to make any last requests, though. To stop her own idle thoughts about whether she would regret this later, she felt it best to plow straight ahead.

Kneeling over Styx's head, facing her feet, Liberty pulled her skirt up to free her bare, sweaty ass cheeks, and then sat down heavily onto her victim's face. She let out a happy laugh, amused by the illicit feeling of the act.

by acuya on Thu Sep 25, 2014 2:00 pm
There was something almost unholy about seeing Liberty standing there, blocking out what little light she had in this room with her gorgeous, sweaty, massive ass. It wasn't a ridiculously huge butt - not freakishly out of proportion, anyway. Liberty wasn't exactly fat, not an obese woman, but she didn't look like she missed any meals. She was thick, voluptuous sort of women, the kind that Styx just decided, right now, that she preferred. It was nice to have a girl with some actual weight to her body.

Styx closed her eyes as Liberty lowered them and she felt the heat from her ass before she sense anything else from, radiating from her body in waves. She took a deep breath, or tried to - she only got halfway before her LIberty's body dominated her face.

It was a surreal sort of experience. Styx avoided drugs a general rule - not for any morals, but because they were usually more of a hassle than she was willing to put up with just to get a high. But she had done more than a few in her time. This reminded her of one, in a way - a head trip, a whole new word inside of mind, full of darkness and rich smells. Salty tastes invaded her mouth as she opened it and took a few futile breathes, quickly using up what little air she had. She opened her eyelid and felt Liberty's skin smearing over them, the sweat stinging her sensitive eyes.

Her body started to react, turning from side to side and struggling all its own, but she probably couldn't have gotten out if she'd been trying with all her might. Liberty was too heavy, too strong for it - once you were under her, that was it.

Deep within Liberty's ass, Stxy screamed.
by hamish1024 on Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:54 am
Liberty wiggled her hips as she settled into her new seat. She felt Styx’s face squash up against her rear, and a ticklish wave of air and muffled noise as the blonde tried to emit a smothered cry. The hardcore champ couldn’t really tell if the victim’s screams were good or bad, though at this point it barely mattered. They were past the point of no return, and Liberty was going to push this girl no matter what.

“Tsk, you asked for it!” she chided, her drunken voice full of mischievous glee. She made sure her feet were trapping Styx’s arms, helping to hold the floored girl in the intense pin. “Besides, it’s your fault I’m all wet down there!”

Liberty bit her lip, rolling her eyes at her own behaviour. She wasn’t really used to playing the raunchy domme, and it was probably just as well that Styx couldn’t see the brief flash of self-consciousness on her face at that moment. Still, it was a fun change of pace, and not being watched made it easier for Liberty to settle into the role. With casual cruelty, she brushed her leather skirt downwards, letting it fall down around her hips, and Styx’s head, further encasing the victim in a hot, dark, airless prison.

“Yeah, wet and sweaty,” she giggled. “Are you gonna get excited too?” Keeping her butt on Styx’s face, she would lean forwards and begin to stroke at the floored girl’s sex For now she simply ran a solitary finger between the blonde’s spread legs, gently pushing apart her pussy lips and softly circling her clitoris. It was a joy to think that this strong, rough fighter was now utterly her plaything.
by acuya on Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:09 am
Styx started to realize there was some actual danger here. She wasn't feigning her weakness at this point, she really couldn't get Liberty off her if she tried hard. Even though it was an erotic move, she was seriously suffocating. And she had a big, strong, drunk girl on top of her, who might not be too able to process certain complex ideas, like how long the human body - even a powerful, fucked up human body like Styx's - could survive without air. There was a very real chance that Styx's life was in danger at the moment.

The thought just made her hotter.

Styx wiggled her face around, letting it sink even deeper into the sweaty cleft, embracing the situation in more ways than one. Her hands useless tried to paw at Liberty's ankles, until she just gave that effort up and settled for massaging them instead, as if she were trying to appeal to this insane prison's warden.

She thought it couldn't get any better, until it did - Liberty brought her finger into the act and gave Styx the stimulation she'd been silently craving. Just one finger, true, but she'd been raging hot for the past hour. Even that minor touch was enough to make her body buck and twist, using up the waning energy she had left. Styx's screams turned into soft, rumbling moans, as she struggled to stay awake long enough to appreciate Liberty's attention.

by hamish1024 on Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:40 am
Liberty chuckled softly as she felt Styx’s struggles become weaker and weaker, the wriggling only serving to work the poor victim further into her ass. The blonde’s flailing died down to a mere massage of her feet, almost as if the tough fighter had accepted her sweaty fate.

The fingering began to change that. Styx’s smothered body responded strongly to the slow, gentle stimulation that Liberty was meting out. She grinned, speeding up a little bit. The pace was far from frenetic, though. She had all the time in the world. It was her victim who didn’t.

“Oh, you do want that, don’t you?” she cooed with a lecherous smile, as she idly teased Styx’s wet sex. “I wonder, are you gonna cum with your face buried in my ass? That’s kinda embarrassing…”

“Or… are you going to pass out first, getting no relief, going through all this torture for nothing?” she cackled. “That’d be frustrating, eh?”

Liberty was surprised at herself for warming to such a domineering situation. It was definitely easier to be cruel when you didn’t have to look in the victim’s eyes, and quite fun to talk dirty when you knew it was going to be a very one-sided conversation. Maybe it was the effect of spending all those weeks starved of sex, but she was finding genuine pleasure in this.

She rocked back a little, applying even more weight to Styx’s face for a few seconds, gleefully tormenting the hapless captive. A few moments later, though, she would lean forwards and resume the fingering, slipping a second finger inside the blonde and probing a little bit deeper between her legs. Liberty had a vague notion that it would take two or three minutes to knock Styx out entirely, which she had no qualms about doing. So this little session really could go either way.
by acuya on Sun Sep 28, 2014 2:33 pm
If Styx had one complaint, it was that she couldn't hear the sound of her own moaning properly. Unavoidable given the situation and hardly a big deal, but still, she liked to get a little loud when she was on the receiving end of a fucking. The walls were thick, but not that, and she could only imagine the weird noises people in the offices below would hear if they lifted their ears in the right direction when the air conditioner turned off.

She was dimly aware of the weight shifting for a moment, coming down even harder than before, and when Liberty finally lifted up she could have sworn her head was wedged in so tight that it went with the cheeks a bit. Her body started to twitch and squirm at Liberty's touches, and the champion posed a really interesting question - would she be able to last long enough for the orgasm?

She was close. Damned close. So close she could almost taste it, even through the rapidly growing haze in her mind. Her hips could only manage tiny thrusts up into LIberty's fingers, but even that was enough to double the pleasure, as pathetic it was. It was almost as if her body itself was begging for release, even if her brain could hardly process it.

Then it happened. She was too weak to do much more than meekly whimper between those heavenly cheeks, but the rest of her body showed all the signs - an arching back, curling toes, and, of course, the gushing from her sex as she came and came and came, finding the release she hadn't gotten since she came to Japan four months ago.

River Styx was well and truly fucked, and as she faded out into unconsciousness, she tried to remember a time when she'd been more genuinely happy. She couldn't do it.
by hamish1024 on Fri Oct 03, 2014 9:56 am
Liberty was licking her lips, enthralled by the entertainment of facesitting the helpless Styx, teasing her sex to keep her squashed but stimulated. It felt like a guilty pleasure but she had to admit, getting to be kinky and cruel, dominating a girl who would otherwise be her equal, was surprisingly good.

The blonde was obviously getting something from it, too, as her body began to buck in ecstasy. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you?” she challenged playfully, keeping her bare bum pressed down on Styx’s squirming face. Her fingers pushed deeper, getting flooded in warm juices as a powerful orgasm gripped her lover. Liberty kept going, making sure that, since Styx had chosen the path of surrender, she would get the most joy possible from it.

She wouldn’t break the smother though. Styx had dared her to knock her out, so Liberty was determined to facesit her senseless. One had to have standards, after all. She kept her ass in place until Styx went limp, idly wondering just how gruelling it was for the smothered girl to go out like that.

Chuckling to herself, she eventually stood up, peeling her sweat-soaked cheeks away from the blonde’s abused face. She padded around the apartment, picking up her grubby, scattered clothes, casually dressing as she snooped around Styx’s stuff. It was an extremely cool setup. Liberty was sorry to leave but didn’t doubt she would drop in again soon.

Having had a quick rummage through the sleeping Styx’s belongings, she penned her this note:

Hey. Hope you’re not dead. I was tempted to hogtie you with your own belt, but I figured you’ve suffered enough humiliation today. See how nice I am? I must be going soft on you.

Still, you’re more fun when you’re conscious, so I’ve fucked off for now. My phone number’s written across your tits if you need it. Oh, and I’ve taken some of your cigarettes. You’re definitely a bad influence, bitch.

L x