The Best Day Ever

Bubbles was amazed at how well Faheema straddled the rather large line between innocence and brutality. Only a few hours ago, she’d been engaged in straight out war with this woman, the two of them tearing each other apart with a fierce fire that would’ve left most wrestlers crying in the corner. Bubbles knew how dangerous Faheema was, was well aware of how she could’ve laid waste to this entire room in mere minutes.

And yet, despite that, she found a way to play up an innocent act, coming off so childish and pure. It almost made her want to get Faheema in a schoolgirl outfit, just to go along with the outfit. Shame she didn’t pack one, but there’d be plenty of time when they were out and about.

For now, this was more than enough to keep her sated, and it helped that Faheema wasn’t a passive type - far too many of Bubbles’ lovers liked to sit back and be done to, putting themselves on display for her to ravage, like a human buffet. There was something to be said for total submission, but there was something to be said for a little resistance, too. Making a game of it.

Faheema could’ve just passively taken it when they struck her ass, but instead she jumped forward, threatening to fall out of Bubbles’ lap. A reflex? Defiance? Either way, the response was the same. Bubbles roughly yanked Faheema back onto her lap and Mariah gave her cheek two quick, stiff slaps. ”Stay still.” She warned in her iron voice, adding in some extra boom to really sell it. ”Unless you want it to be worse.”

She said, fully knowing Faheema probably did want it to be worse.

That Bubbles and Mariah were not only willing but eager to ride out Faheema's belligerent behavior filled the young migrant with joy. Figuring out exactly how to approach her wild lovemaking with Bubbles and Mariah had not been easy for her. As much as she had come to enjoy placing herself in the hands of them both, she was still a warrior in spirit, a renegade years in the making. It was hard for her to simply give in to the will of others, no matter how sensuous the results promised to be.

With Bubbles, however, she didn't need to surrender completely. She could feed her passion for stubborn defiance, content in the knowledge that Bubbles could handle her. Assuming that she kept her full strength in check and stayed mindful of everyone's safety, of course. That was exactly her plan.

Dragged back by the inexorable pull of Bubbles' strong arms, Faheema mewled and groaned as two more sharp swats echoed through the hotel room. Her "objection" to the treatment was paper thin, as this spanking promised to deliver on the most enjoyable pain Faheema had ever felt. If there was any doubt that she was having the time of her life, the wet spot spreading from her crotch to the thigh of Bubbles that it rested on would quickly put that concern to rest.

Alas, it wasn't enough. Faheema was indeed used to a higher caliber of discipline, and she wanted to feel the strength of both Bubbles and Mariah coming into play. Turning her head to give Mariah a smirk, Faheema dug her elbows and knees into the couch and slowly began to push up. She didn't leap for freedom as she had done before, but it was clear that the Nubian hadn't learned to behave herself.

“Your words don't scare me, Bubbles!” Faheema cheered, daring the Virgin Killer to get rougher in her treatment. There were four arms between Bubbles and her wife, and Faheema figured that motivating the two to work together in keeping her held down as they spanked could be a fun bonding exercise for them.

Bubbles sighed when she felt the dampness on her thigh, the telltale sign that Faheema was having the time of her life. Not that she really needed the extra confirmation - the Nubian’s squeal and squirming and the look of rapture on her face were evidence enough. She was in heaven or hell, depending on how you looked at it, but either way, she was content to be in their grasp.

At least, that was the truth on the outside. Inside, she was a slippery thing to get a handle on, her sweat-slicked skin nearly slipping through Bubble’s grasp. Though she wasn’t quite as belligerent as before, Faheema was still being defiant, brazenly defying authority as she started to raise on her haunches. It seemed a little extra discipline was in order, and mere spanking wasn’t going to cut it. What to do, what to do…

Ah.

Bubbles’ smile took an evil curve as the idea occurred to her, and when she looked up to see a matching grin on her wife’s face, she knew they were on the same kinky page. As Faheema reared back, Mariah moved in behind her and yanked her shoulders back, forcing her to sit all the way up. It was just for a moment, all the time Bubbles needed to lift one of her legs up, stretching it as high as she could manage. With that done, Mariah shoved Faheema forward, forcing her back down on only one of Bubbles’ legs this time, while the other came down on her back, trapped her between a pair of massive thighs at the waist.

From there, Bubbles’ locked her ankles together, flexed her mammoth muscles, and began to pour on the pressure with a powerful bodyscissors - one that, conveniently enough, had her facing towards Faheema’s legs, which put her ass in perfect spanking range.

”Not scared of my words, huh?” She gave her ass two good, hard spanks, and jolted her thighs for emphasis. ”What about my body?”

After every curve ball that Mariah and Bubbles had thrown her way, every display of perverse ingenuity, Faheema was amazed that she was still underestimating them. She wasn't expecting any unique solutions to her struggling, not when a simple forearm across the small of her back would suffice.

Nothing ordinary would suffice for these two, however. Kinky foreplay was an art that they seemed close to mastering, and once again, they were a step ahead of their captive. Instead of pushing her down, Mariah snuck up behind her and pulled Faheema all the way up. Pursing her lips, the Nubian turned her head, disregarding Bubbles entirely.

“What on Earth are yrrgh!” Faheema huffed as Mariah gave her a stern shove forward. It knocked her into the danger zone just long enough for Bubbles to swing her leg back down and close the trap. It felt like a sledgehammer had been dropped across her waist, but when Faheema tried to move, she found out that Bubbles wasn't going to let go. Looking to the side, she saw Bubbles fastening her legs together to lock the Nubian in place...and then her thighs started constricting.

Instead of an arm, Faheema was trapped by the strongest legs in the world, being crushed under enough power to make her groan and gag. Distracted by the vice that she was trapped in, Faheema cried out with indignation as two heavy swats landed on her backside. Her blood started to freeze as she realized just how defenseless she was in this position.

“N-no, let me go. Gyah!” the Nubian wailed as Bubbles squeezed the air out of her lungs. She bucked and twisted and pushed back with her arms against the steel girders that were keeping her vulnerable hindquarters isolated, but it was no use. Bubbles and Mariah had her good. The hold wasn't inescapable, but getting free would require Faheema to cross lines that she had no intention of transgressing. To stop Bubbles from cleaving her in two, the captive had but one option: lie down and take her medicine like a good girl.

“Mmm, your body is always intimidating,” Faheema sighed as her struggles ceased. Her legs were a little restless, but the upper half of her body went still with anticipation. Nothing left now but to wait for Bubbles and Mariah to resume their punishment in earnest, while Faheema moaned softly, breathlessly anticipating the next blow.

Bubbles arched her back and let out a contented moan as she brought the power of her legs to bear, reveling in a pleasure she didn’t get to enjoy nearly enough. While she did love getting in a good scissorhold every now and then, most of her opponents couldn’t take the full brunt of her leg’s strength before they tapped out, and she typically had to cut it short then and there. Despite what it seemed like at times, Bubbles wasn’t out to injure anyone, and she took care to not cross those lines.

But Faheema was different. She was tough, possibly the toughest woman Bubbles had ever come across in the ring. She could take it, and more besides. If there was ever a time to test out her legs on something besides an inanimate object, this was it.

She answered Faheema’s demand to let her go with an apex squeeze, depressing her lung and flattening them between her bulging thighs, before abruptly easing up and letting her breath unabated. It seemed like she was learning her lesson and becoming docile - as docile as a woman like her could ever truly be. Even so, Bubbles gave her a few extra squeezes, just hammering home the point. And for fun.

”Glad we agree.” She ran a hand over Faheema’s ass, caressing it, before bringing the pain back with another biting slap. ”Now, where were we?”

With the interruption done with, Bubbles and Mariah went back to meting out the punishment, alternating from cheek to cheek with their slaps, making sure the Nubian could never get accustomed to the rhythm. They even mixed up the punishment itself - sometimes Bubbles just kept her hand pressed after a slap and dug her nails deep into the flesh, and sometimes Mariah would dip down and gave her cheek a ruthless bite. But it always came back to the spanking, blow after blow, driving her mad.

After a minute or so, fatigue started to get the better of Bubbles, and the two of them put a pause. Time to throw in a little verbal domination, too. ”Are we learning our lesson, yet?” She gave her bodyscissor another good flex. ”What happens when we misbehave?”

As tough as Faheema was, she wasn't tough enough to suppress a groan or a cough every time Bubbles tightened the screws on her waist. Her legs were a wonderful vice to be caught in, warm and smooth, even soft when she wasn't flexing. A perfect restraint to hold Faheema still while Bubbles and Mariah exacted revenge for the spanking that the former had suffered in the ring.

Feeling ruthless, however, Bubbles decided to test Faheema's midsection with her legs while she could, squeezing down so hard that Faheema couldn't catch her breath to scream. All she could do was stay still and pray that her hips weren't crushed by the strain.

That's how it felt to her, anyway. While she would probably incur some nasty bruises from the hold, her body was more than capable of handling it. The Nubian loved it, in fact, invigorated by the visceral reminder of just how dangerous the Virgin Killer's muscles were. She really could hurt Faheema if she wanted to, and while she had no intention of doing so, the capability alone made her captive shudder.

This, right here, was the kind of experience that Faheema had hoped for Bubbles to provide. An emotional cocktail of fear and helplessness, offset by sexual longing and the knowledge that she wasn't in real danger. It was a unique feeling, to be happy that she was at someone else's mercy, and her emotional frenzy only got better when her defenseless hips came under assault.

“Gaahh!” Faheema mewled as the first of many slaps graced her ass. With each successive hit, Faheema jerked from the sheer force of the blows, flailing her arms and kicking her legs. It was impossible not to struggle a little, as the Nubian's subconscious brain sought to save her body from further abuse. Alas, the stern scissor hold kept her hips nice and still, perfect for lining up as many shots as the two women wanted to take. Each strike hurt more than the last, with only the biting and squeezing eliciting some surprised moans to break the parade of grunts and cries.

After a minute of erotic torture, they finally stopped. Stopped...but didn't release Faheema, which worried her. Pumping her bulging thighs against Faheema's tenderized body, Bubbles demanded an acknowledgment of the captive's submission. Too ragged to resist, the Nubian would quickly give in to her captor's desire.

“Misbehaving gains...one hell of a sting,” she sighed, grimacing as she spoke. Indeed, Faheema felt like she had landed ass-first on a spike strip, and a deep shade of burgundy was setting in over the affected area. “Hnn, what must I do to earn your forgiveness?”

She asked the question with a sheepish grin, happily playing up the angle of a disobedient girl atoning for her sins. After all, she had tried to hurt Mariah earlier, a crime that Bubbles had treated with great severity. How far did Bubbles wish to go in avenging that little transgression? The sore, battered Nubian waited excitedly for an answer, going as far as to spread her legs a little to give Mariah a glimpse at just how...excited she was to be at their mercy.

Bubbles was holding back, but she wasn’t holding back too much. The level of pressure she was putting on Faheema with her legs was maddening, sure, and it had to be agony to her ‘pet’, but most other women would’ve been screaming in agony, not squealing in ecstasy. Years of bodybuilding had created legs like tempered iron, and she could bring insane power to bear - but that was the great thing about the Nubian. She could take it. She’d taken far worse in her life, Bubbles didn't doubt it.

Better still, Faheema’s own muscles felt divine against Bubbles’ thighs, as they slid and rubbed against each other. It was the kind of friction that would’ve been painful if not for the sweat, but the thick sheen between them was just enough to enhance the mood, not harm it. The way she squirmed around, shaking her curves with every little bounce, her untamed her whipping about, her squeals filling the room.

Well. Bubbles could’ve gone on like this for hours, spanking Faheema so much that she wouldn’t be able to sit down without thinking of her for a week. Certainly tempting. But this wasn’t all about doing one thing, and after Faheema’s question, certain ideas were beginning to formulate.

”How else do you get the favor of a goddess?” Bubbles was a little iffy about taking on the title instead of mistress, but she figured it was worth trying on for size. ”Worship.”

With one final, authoritative squeeze, Bubbles uncoiled her legs and released Faheema from her clutches, letting the Nubian slip free to the floor before her. She pushed off the chair and stood up, leaving a dampened spot on the couch where she’d been sitting, and rose to her full height, towering above her former - and in some ways, current - opponent.

With a confident stride, she stepped towards the center of the room and began to pose, calling back to her bodybuilding days as she showed off her body. Muscles shifted beneath her skin, bulged and hardened, grew and swelled. While it had been a long time she’d had to take the stage, she still knew how to bring out the magic and make her muscles, how to get the most out of every single inch.

Mariah just sat on the couch and swooned, loving the sight of her wife at full flex, idly stroking her sex while she chewed her bottom lip. She had a good idea of what was coming next, and her body shivered with the mere anticipation.

”Worship me. Head to toe. Back and front.” Bubbles ran a hand over her bare breasts, letting the sway for a moment, tantalizing fruit for Faheema to work her way up. ”Kiss, rub, lick, whatever you see fit.”

To Faheema's simultaneous relief and dismay, Bubbles decided to let her go after giving her a final squeeze. Faheema rolled away from her legs and picked herself back up, seizing the opportunity to rub her burning hindquarters. Sitting would probably send a shock or two up her spine, but nothing too severe. While the Nubian recovered, Bubbles started boasting, calling herself a Goddess.

It was an especially ironic title of choice to Faheema. Up until now, she had thought of the woman as more of a Golden Calf than a Goddess. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with an impressive figure and golden-bronze skin that dazzled the eyes. More importantly, she was the vessel that had lured Faheema away from virtue into a life of depravity and sin, fitting the demonization of idolatry in most other faiths.

Like Mariah, however, Faheema had freed herself from the moorings of tradition, embracing a sexual identity that her culture had tried to erase. She preferred tangible pleasures to intangible promises, and she would gladly worship Bubbles no matter what she called herself. Hearing the command, Faheema dropped to her knees, staring up in reverence for a long moment.

“There's so much of you. How am I to worship it all?” she said, genuinely perplexed by the prospect. Bubbles was a giant in every sense of the word, and giving her entire body the fullest possible praise would take all night. For pragmatism's sake, Faheema would have to leave some areas untouched. She wanted to make sure she hit all the major muscle groups on her body. They were the highlights of her anatomy, after all.

“If I miss anything important to you, feel free to guide my attention to it,” Faheema said as she crawled around to face the blonde's backside. Technically, her conceit to abridge her worship was another act of disobedience, but Faheema wasn't trying to be difficult with her. She just wanted to make good time so the three of them could move on to even greater depravity. Before the night ended, she was going to figure out why Mariah and Bubbles felt the need to travel with a suitcase full of sex toys.

“I'm skipping your feet for now, but I will be happy to let you use my face as your footrest later. Or perhaps I could be made to kiss your wife's feet instead,” Faheema suggested as she bent her head down to start kissing Bubbles' calf muscles. Since the Virgin Killer accepted both rubbing and kissing, Faheema brought her hands around to start caressing the front of her legs up and down, while her mouth worked the bulging muscles toward Bubbles' back. She alternated between legs, kissing up to her knees before she wiggled her tongue around the backs of her knee joints, testing her resistance to ticklish sensations.

Was this over the top? Yes. More than a little silly? Yes. Would Bubbles and Mariah be giggling about this moment for weeks to come? Certainly, yes.

But maybe that was the point of this whole grandiose thing in the first place. Faheema was so intimate and willing and eager for this whole experience, in a way that none of Bubbles’ previous lovers had ever been. There wasn’t just lust and longing in the Nubian’s eyes when she kneeled, but reverence and respect. Two things that she wouldn’t have thought to associate with six before, but that greatly enhanced the rush of power flowing through Bubbles. A ‘goddess’? Sure. Faheema was selling the image to her.

As tempting as it was to give Faheema a little punishment for her suggestions, Bubbles nodded along and went with it for the time being. Just from a pragmatic standpoint, it made a lot of sense. She was an exceptionally big woman with quite a lot of space to cover. Best to prioritize. Besides, she could always redirect her to the more pleasant spots as need be…

As Faheema went to work, Mariah took once last moment to admire the scene, before abruptly popping off the chair and taking a leisurely stroll to their luggage. She kneeled down, unzipped one of the bigger suitcases, and started reaching in to take out some of the more intriguing items they’d brought along - nipple clamps, a pair of silvery electro sex gloves, a blindfold, handcuffs. Mariah kept plumbing, only stopping every once in awhile to see if Faheema was stealing peeks her way, looking for reactions.

Bubbles, on the other hand, was too wrapped in the moment to do much more than enjoy the treatment. As it turned out, Bubbles was ticklish - extremely ticklish - and she almost burst out laughing when Faheema’s tongue gave her nerves a good laughing. She managed to keep it together for the moment, though, and even reached around to caress her lover’s hair, giving it gentle but solid tugs to urge her higher. ”Tell me,” She bit her lip to stifle another giggle. ”What are you thinking?”

Faheema didn't know if she was ticklish herself. Some parts of her body were pretty calloused, especially her feet, but every woman had a soft spot. Finding hers could make for a fun little challenge if Bubbles and Mariah felt so inclined. Either way, teasing the backsides of Bubbles' knees got her to jitter a little, but she managed to stifle her laughter, keeping her regal posture uninterrupted.

“Aww, no laughter for Faheema Salih?” she pouted with an exaggerated whine. She felt tempted to assault more of Bubbles' sensitive areas, just to prove that she could make the larger woman sing for her. Not now, though. Worship, as Faheema saw it, was supposed to relax Bubbles and embellish her control over the match's loser, so she wasn't going to deny her that satisfaction.

Feeling her hair tugged a little, Faheema mewled softly, complying with the implicit demand that she move higher up. Being compelled to obedience gave the Nubian an enormous rush of excitement, and there was no better way to make her move than to lead her with a tug of that vulnerable, messy hair. She resisted for a moment, just so she could feel the intoxicating burn of those captured curls stretching her scalp.

“Mmm, I could handle harsher, if you want,” she said, shyness keeping her from admitting that she wanted to have her hair yanked. Moving on, Faheema pressed her face into the backs of those muscular thighs, nuzzling into the rock solid flesh, kissing passionately up and down. Her hands were still at the front, feeling Bubbles up from the knees to just below her crotch.

For an extra thrill, however, Faheema pushed her head forward, burrowing until she had wedged it right between the giant's meaty leg muscles. Once she was in position, she turned her head left, then right, to kiss and lick the inner thighs just as she had with their exterior. Plus, she enjoyed being in the danger zone created by Bubbles' legs, knowing that she could probably crack Faheema's head like a walnut if she wanted.

“As a matter of fact, my mind was wandering, thinking of you and Mariah,” Faheema said, sticking her head out from the front of the Virgin Killer's legs, as though she were held in a standing headscissor. Her arms went to caress the dangerous woman's outer hips, so as not to interrupt her work while her mouth was occupied by questions and answers.

“While I'm tending to your body, maybe you would be willing to stimulate my mind. How did you two fall in love?” Faheema asked, turning her gaze to flash a smile at Mariah. Watching her and Bubbles interact with one another had restored Faheema's faith in the idea of romance. The two had mutual respect for each other, even though one was clearly stronger than the other. Now Faheema was wondering what had brought them together. Simple physical attraction, or something deeper?