Her Brother's Keeper

Faster. Faster. Faster. Divine fucked Yamato's face with incredibly fury, not even bothering to hold back a single scream as she rode him. No one outside these walls could hear them, and even if they could, they'd probably just chalk it up to another day of sexual debauchery at the AFW. Which would be true.

She pressed down hard, forced him to keep his mouth open, so he'd get a full tasting of the cumming that was coming. And he wouldn't have to wait too long, either. Because it was happening.

Divine threw her head back and let out a long wail - maybe a little more than she had to do, but she really wanted to milk the theatrics out of the moment. She came in spurts, little explosions from her sex that slowly leaked out from around her panties, right over his face, dripping past his nose, around his lips...

After a moment passed, Divine slowly slid off Yamato, moving back to his chest so he could see her face silouhetted in the light. She reached to the side and snatched the camera away from Stone, who'd started to lower the thing away from the scene. No, she wasn't having any of that soft shit. She wanted to make sure Mariko saw it all.

She brought the camera over his cum-soaked face and held it there, getting a perfect shot of it. She was smiling. Not even an evil smile. This smile was her at total peace, knowing she had complete control of the situation. Right now, Divine was a goddess.

"Smile for your sister, Yamato."

By now Divine was just humping Yamato’s face, eliciting several shouts and grunts from the young man, all of which were muffled by the increasingly wet pussy smothering his features. Completely defenseless beneath the Valkyrie, Yamato could do nothing more than simply wait it out, knowing full well what was going to happen.

Divine pressed down against his mouth, forcing it to stay open as she wailed out, and her climax hit with full force. He slammed his eyes shut as her juices coated his face, some of it going right into his open mouth too, which he had little choice but to immediately swallow to avoid choking.

When she finally did remove herself from his face, Yamato once again started gasping and panting, his body furiously trying to regain the breath in his lungs Divine had so expertly sapped right out of him. Though with her perched right on his chest again, that in and of itself was still a bit of a challenge. He just hoped this would be the end of it.

But that didn’t quite seem to be the case yet. Divine then took the camera and held it right above Yamato’s face, still freshly coated in the Valkyrie’s cum. Even though she was no longer sitting on his face, he could still smell and taste her. And he had a feeling that probably wouldn’t change soon. When Divine spoke, Yamato looked up, glaring past the camera and into the woman’s eyes.

“No...”

Yamato was still showing some signs of defiance, and Mako moved to take care of that in an immediate and exacting fashion. But Divine raised a hand to stop her. There was no need anymore. They could've beat him up all day long, and it wouldn't have accomplished nearly this much or ever gotten close to be this satisfying. No, she was done. For now.

"You are a lucky boy. Three girls giving you so much attention, and this is the gratitude we get in return?" She hopped off of him and tossed the camera back to Stone, not even caring if the stupid thing was recording anymore. It caugth the money shot, what else did they need?

Divine shuffled back into her pants, squeezing into them like she was just getting dressed for a regular day. Yamato was an afterthought, now. Something barely worth consideration. "I'd tell you not to take it personally, but really? I think we're beyond that point." She sighed and moved on to her boots, slipping them on one by one. "But I had fun. And I look forward to doing this again with your sister."

Divine stood up and gave him a quick pat on the chest. "If it makes you feel any better, just know that you can't do a damn thing about it. Just...accept things, boy."

With that said, Divine strolled out of the room out of the room, with the other Valkyries right behind her. "We'll call someone to come get you in a little while. Maybe a half hour or so. Later, Yamato."

And with that, they were gone.

Yamato half expected the Valkyrie leader to once again hop up on top of him and beat the living shit out of him. And it seemed that’s exactly what she was about to do, until Divine stopped her. A surprising act of mercy. Or, maybe not. He’d been saved further pain, but at least there was a chance she’d knock him out, and by the time he woke up someone might’ve released him and cleaned off his face so Divine’s scent and cum wouldn’t be dominating his senses.

But that wouldn’t be the case, and he was left to simply lay there, confined to the table and forced to listen to Divine as she spoke. She was damn sure right about this being personal, especially considering how Mariko was involved in it all. And he knew there was nothing he could do about what was to come. His sister was going to see what had happened in this room, and he had no doubt how she’d react. There would be no stopping her. And once they took their leave, Yamato was now alone, still chained down to the table.

“HEY!” he shouted, hoping there was someone out there who might hear him. “SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!” he called out again. Still no answer. It was nearly an hour later before a few people finally came into the room and undid the chains holding him. One of them seemed to be one of the trainers. He sat Yamato up on the table, wiped off his face with a towel, checked his eyes with a flashlight, then looked around for possible injuries. Fortunately there was nothing major. A few bruises, maybe. But that did little to ease his mind, knowing what was going to be happening soon...

Divine wasn't exactly a whiz with computers, but when she was determined enough and had proper drive, there was little she couldn't accomplish. She wanted the entire world to see this video, and that was almost exactly what happened.

It started out on Youtube, though it didn't last there for long. After about an hour, it was taken down for nudity and her account was suspended. Hardly mattered. Once it was up, people already started to mirror it, and it spread like wildfire through the internet. It was in AFW chat rooms. It was on the boards. It was being tweeted and retweeted and there were even a few dirty memes popping up about - Divine stumbled on one with a 'Got Milk' word bubble attached to Yamato's face. It was a public figure getting humiliated and the slovenly and sleazy slobs of the net ate it up like pigs at the trough.

Divine's only regret was that she couldn't be there to see the look on Mariko's face when she found out. But she could imagine it. And, as she laid back in the chair in front of her computer and watched her work spread, the mental image made her smile.

It was beautiful.

Seated on the couch in her apartment with a now empty wine glass in her hand, Mariko continued to watch that night’s Tension broadcast on TV, which was nearly over now. Several matches had gone by, but still no sign of her dear brother, and no word from him about why he’d so suddenly been called down to the arena for tonight’s show. Something just seemed so...off about it all. She’d tried calling his phone a few times, but it always went straight to voicemail.

“Maybe he had to turn it off for some reason...” she tried to rationalize, not wanting to jump to drastic conclusions. “Or maybe he just forgot to charge it again.” That actually seemed pretty likely. It wasn’t uncommon for Yamato to forget simple things like that. His phone had probably just died a little while after they’d last spoke. Yeah, surely that’s all it was.

But then the social media notifications began to flood. Dozens at first, but quickly moving into the hundreds once all the reposts and retweets and everything else factored in. But why were her accounts suddenly blowing up like this? She hadn’t even been to the arena since Showdown, and her “public appearances” had pretty much been limited to a few trips to the club just down the street from her apartment. So why?

Mariko decided to find out, though she’d soon wish she hadn’t. A click onto a tweet with a video link a fan had sent her, and within moments her expression shifted from one of confusion to one of absolute shock and disbelief. She saw it all. The initial attack that incapacitated Yamato so the Valkyries could drag him away, him being chained down to a table, the vicious punches from Mako...and Divine fucking his face until she came all over it, and a closeup of his face immediately after.

She wanted to feel proud of him for the moments when he’d outright refused to do what they told him to. But right now, Mariko felt more anger surging through her body than she’d ever felt before. She’d taken a brutal beating at Divine’s hands, and even made a conscious effort to stay out of the Valkyries’ way and off their radar, all to keep them away from Yamato. And what did all of her effort amount to? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.

With a shout as thunderous as she could muster Mariko stood and hurled the empty glass in her hand right at the wall with all her might. It shattered, sending countless pieces of broken glass scattering all over. Her limbs started shaking as she seethed with rage. And a couple moments later, she bolted out the door and headed off to the arena as fast as she could possibly go. First priority right now: making sure Yamato was ok. But this was far from over. Divine was at least right about that much.

“You’ll fucking pay for this...” she said aloud, having already decided she was going to seriously reconsider a certain proposition made to her recently...