The Best Day Ever

Bubbles went into a giggling fit as Faheema squealed from beneath her ass, and it wasn’t simply because it tickled. Granted, that was a large part of it, but not the only reason.

To be honest, she rarely indulged in a good round of facesitting, preferring to smother with her breasts when the time came for a little breath play.  Aside from the fact that she just really - really - loved having trapped faces between her tits, her weight made it a problem with the smaller girls. They just couldn’t take the severe pounding when Bubbles got carried away, so she would have to go soft to keep them safe. If there was one thing she hated it, it was half-assing her sex. Pun intended.

But Faheema was different. Faheema could take everything she had to give, and she was going to get it and so much more besides.

She pressed down, spreading her ass over the Nubian’s wanting face with every bit of flesh she could spare, forming a perfect seal and trapping her in a world without oxygen and light. It wasn’t necessary, but Bubbles even slipped her feet under Faheema’s head and pushed it further up, exerting as much pressure as she could. She struggled, of course, but it was useless. It would’ve been useless without the restraints, but they just added to the effect. Plus, it made sure that Mariah didn’t get kicked in the head as she went about her own tasks.

As much as she enjoyed the show, Mariah wasn’t one to sit back and watch idly while her wife did the work. This was a group effort, after all, and she had her ways of contributing.

As Faheema thrashed about, Mariah moved to the side of the bed, leaned over, open her mouth, and took one of the Nubian’s hardened nipples in her mouth, suckling at it like a babe. Kisses. Caresses with her tongue. Hot breath blown across the supple skin. A nibble here and there, playful and short. She worked away on it, did everything she could do with her mouth for a minute as Bubbles continued her oppressive smother…

...then she pulled away, picked up the candle she’d relit off the dresser, and rained down droplets of steam wax where her mouth had been only a few seconds ago, replacing the heavenly pleasure with hellish pain.

Being sat on beat the ice treatment by leaps and bounds, especially when the woman seated on her face was as huge as Bubbles was. Her size and strength weren't the only qualities that made her unique, but it was so rare for Faheema to spend time with women who could overpower her. Nothing beat a little force to put the Nubian in her place, and the Virgin Killer knew how to use what her body building had given her.

“Hng...mmm!” Faheema moaned in ecstasy, yelled in excitement, and screamed in protest as Bubbles crushed her head. It was shameful and degrading, it kept her from seeing or breathing, and with the sheer weight on top of her, it hurt quite a bit...all of which Faheema enjoyed tremendously. All of that, and Bubbles still had more tricks up her sleeve. The Nubian felt her soft soles sliding around the back of her head, pushing up to squeeze her head even harder. The Nubian was seeing spots now, and as loudly as she tried to vocalize, Bubbles would hear her less and less, as her thick body pressed down with enough authority to silence the trapped woman.

Instead, Bubbles would feel her voice resonate against her body, more so when Mariah worked her mischief on Faheema's chest. Long, soft sighs massaged Bubbles' rump as her wife's lips massaged the tender flesh of their captive's tit. Each caress of her tongue brought a shudder with it, a quiver of delight as Faheema undulated up and down. She stopped pulling on her restraints, for a brief moment...

Then, far too soon, Mariah's lips went away. A needy whine vibrated against the ass cheeks of her captor...followed by a startled yelp when the first drop of searing wax dripped onto her nipple. Then another drizzled along one of her mounds, and another fell into the valley between her breasts. There was no consoling her after that. As her skin burned with the wax hardening on it, Faheema thrashed and pulled at her restraints hard enough to make her muscles burn. Her body was trembling from everything her nerves had processed, the pleasure and the pain.

“Hnn...” Faheema mewled softly, light-headed and delirious. Her chest was feeling tight, with lungs depleted and wanting. She was being swallowed by the abyss, cradled to sleep by the soft, warm curves of Bubbles, pressing tightly against her. If Bubbles wanted to put Faheema out and then “have fun waking her back up”, as she had suggested to Mariah earlier, there was nothing to stop her except her own discretion.

Drip, drip, drip.

Mariah had initially been a tad disappointed that she would have to stay away from the lash - she’d been working on her swing, hated to waste that time - but now she was almost thankful that Faheema had been so insistent about it. It forced her to be creative, to use some of the more unconventional tools and methods, and that was having a clear payoff.

Bubbles had been mining Faheema for her kinks, and it seemed like they’d struck gold. Not only was this an effective way to drain the Nubian’s resistance, all parties enjoyed the results. Bubbles loved the feel of that iron skull between her cheeks, pounding away on it, grinding it into her bare ass. Mariah always took pleasure in seeing her wife humble another one, and it was hard to imagine Faheema being more humbled than she was now. Faheema...well, Bubbles couldn’t read minds. But judging from the squeals and screams echoing through her body, the Nubian was thrilled by this ultimate act of dominance. She wanted punishment, she got punishment.

They were all on the same page. The only question was how far Bubbles would go with it.

”She’s starting to get a little weak.” Bubbles looked Mariah’s way with a sheepish grin. Her wife knew it was all a front, that the Virgin Killer could be as devilish as they came, but she appreciated the look all the same. ”What do you think? Should I let her up?”

”Hm.” Mariah idly hummed as she sat the wax candle aside for a moment, letting it burn away on the lampstand. She slid down the bed and turned her attention to other things - namely, Faheema’s sex, which she greeted with a soft stroke of her index finger as she reached over the bed. It stayed soft, at first, but Mariah moved faster with each second, pressed harder, pushed deep, until she had a nice, steady rhythm going. The Nubian was already soaking wet, it likely wouldn’t have taken that much to push her over the edge…

...if she was still awake, anyway. ”Let her sleep. Maybe it’ll teach her a lesson.” She said, in a tone of voice that clearly hoped for the exact opposite.

That order was all Bubbles needed to hear. She arched her back, clenched her muscles, and pressed down into Faheema’s with all the force she could muster, creating a perfect seal of flesh. It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ she would get knocked out, but ‘when’ - and, given how long she’d been under and how much energy she’d expended thrashing about.

Regardless, Bubbles would keep on sitting, keep on pressing until Faheema’s struggles died away to nothing.  Then, and only then, would she lift up and let her body get the oxygen it so desperately needed.

Every passing second without air made Faheema weaker, and she was vaguely aware now that Bubbles had no intention of freeing her. Usually, being knocked unconscious was terrifying – the last thing a survivor like her ever wanted was to be unaware and helpless, at the mercy of the types of people capable of hurting her. Although she was luckily at the mercy of women that she trusted not to dismember her while she was down, it was impossible not to freak out a little when they had her trapped like this. The panicked response of her body was autonomous, and the rush she got from her own humiliating captivity was visceral and intense.

While Faheema's head spun, and her hope for salvation waned, she felt a soft finger gliding over her sex. Slowly at first, like a piranha nibbling at its potential prey to make sure it couldn't fight back, before tearing into her more ravenously. Mariah was adding to the sultry display of ownership by fondling the Nubian's unprotected crotch, sending ripples up her spine and causing her heart to shudder. There was an erotic sort of cruelty to her action, exploring Faheema's sex at her leisure while the woman couldn't stop her. It was beyond naughty, and Faheema loved and hated it!

“N-nmgh, hmmhh!” Faheema moaned and pleaded for mercy, a long, baritone cry that murmured into the flesh of her goddess' ass cheeks. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Mariah pumped her finger up and down, manipulating her lower body to gyrate and dance. It might have been enough to make her cum if Faheema had been more lucid, but her senses were fading, pain and pleasure both growing dull and distant to her frayed nerves. “Mmmm...”

One last defiant tug on every one of the four ropes holding her down was all she could muster. Gradually, the strength in her muscles tapered off as her body ran out of energy. With one last pitiful whimper into the airtight hold of Bubbles' rump, her body stopped moving. Passing out, nasty ideas danced in her mind, visions of what Bubbles and Mariah might want to do while she was powerless to stop them, and what they would have in store when she came to.

Faheema wasn’t the only one moaning at the moment. The longer this went on, the more Bubbles found herself wishing it could last even longer. Everything about the scene ticked her boxes - being in control of a smaller woman, dominating her in mind, body, and spirit, taking away the very air that she breathed. There was something mesmerizing about watching her body jerked around in an insane little dance, twisting this way and that, growing weaker and weaker and weaker still, until…

...until nothing. She was out. Muscles relaxed, the struggles ceased, and Faheema’s body came to a full and complete stop. Bubbles arched her back and let out a contented sigh, followed by a shudder, as if the Nubian’s energy was transferring straight into her body. The more devilish part of her wanted to stay on this seat, to revel in the dominance.

There was brief instant where Mariah looked up in concern, knowing that, while her wife was the sweetest soul on the planet, she could get carried away when it came to sex. She needn’t have worried, though, because Bubbles dismounted in the very next instant. She lifted her ass up and brought Faheema’s head along with it, showing just how tightly wedged it had been between her cheeks. A shake was all that was needed to get it free and showed the placid, peaceful face underneath.  ”Seriously,” Bubbles brushed some of the unruly hairs away from her face. ”This was the best idea you’ve ever had.”

”Second best.” Mariah ran a finger over Faheema’s chest, smearing the red wax from breast to breast, making a fine mess of it. ”She won’t be out for too long - want to have a little surprise waiting for her when she comes to?”

Bubbles sat up on the bed and spread her legs out, long and wide, with the Nubian’s head resting on her lap. ”I’d say so. We’re getting her to the right place, she just needs a little more incentive.”

A little nod to the side was all the cue that Mariah needed. She rolled off the bed, strutted over to the side, and returned a moment later wearing the toy that Faheema had been so fixated on early: the electroshock gloves. They’d paid quite a pretty penny getting these, and getting them in through the airport had been a giant headache. But for this moment alone, they’d be more than worth the price.

Mariah slipped them on and got them going with a click, making the small device on her hip hum. She tapped her fingers together, making a short spark, enough to make sure they were going, and then it was straight to the business of pleasure.

”Starting at level three.” She nodded to Bubbles, who began to run her fingers through the Nubian’s hair and look on her from above, ensuring her face - the face of her conqueror, her goddess - would be the first thing she saw. ”Dream a little dream of…”

Mariah placed her hand on Faheema’s breast and groped it, squeezed it, gave it the same loving caresses it had received all night long. Only with a few hundred volts of electricity to go along with it.

A mere moment passed after Faheema's face popped free from the crevice of her former opponent's booty, before her chest started undulating again. It would only be a few minutes before her eyes came open, although if she could have felt her own head resting on the soft, bare lap of Bubbles, she would have stayed down as long as they wished her to. Instead, she was awoken with a jolt of electricity that surged through her breast, making her heart race.

She didn't scream, at first. Her unconscious state ended quickly, however, her eyes snapping wide open as her face and chest both twitched involuntarily. There was just a second to stare up, admiring Bubbles as her bronze features loomed overhead, before she came to fully and realized just how...uncomfortable she was.

“Agh, h-hey, Mariah?!” Faheema stared down her body at the small woman fondling her chest, wearing a pair of gloves that were crackling with electrical power. Oh...now Faheema remembered. The gloves, the ones that had made Mariah scream earlier, were now to be used to make her scream instead. Shocks rippled through her upper torso, painful enough to make her struggle and writhe on the bed. This couldn't be good for her skin, even if it wasn't the worst sting she'd felt in her life. Since the muscles in her core were already tight, contracting thanks to the electricity, Faheema took a deep breath and thrust her body up with as much force as she could.

“Unhand me right now...ngh!” Faheema moaned in dismay, thrashing in an effort to force Mariah's insidious grip from her sensitive mound. “Seriously, shock implements. Do you and Bubbles torture prisoners often, or is it just me?” she asked, pouting more than glaring up at the woman cradling her head. Pain wasn't at all foreign to her, but the sadistic lust of Mariah and Bubbles was, and she was beginning to wonder if it had any end.

”...me.”

Sure enough, the shock brought Faheema up with an abrupt start, dragging her back into the waking world. The Burstes took in the sight of their captive dancing about for a moment, seeing her squirm about under the hold. It was all perfectly safe, of course. Mariah had read the instructions enough times to practically memorize them, how watch the How-To videos, even consulted a few sundry forums to talk with past users. The gloves wouldn’t leave any permanent marks, wouldn’t cause her any heart problems. Safe, yes...but effective. As Faheema so ably demonstrated.

She eventually relented, though, letting up on the touch as Faheema voiced her protests. She was stressed by the shock, as she damn well should’ve been...but coping. And mouthy. Too mouthy.

”Only the prisoners who are as disobedient as you.” Bubbles gave Faheema a quick slap on the face - not too hard, not too harsh, just enough to drive home the point. Her soft smile never left for a moment, though.

”You’re a special girl, and special girls get special treatment.” Mariah lowered her hand again, this time hovering over Faheema’s iron stomach. Not getting close enough to shock just yet, but the proximity would make that fine, dark skin tingle. ”I want those eyes closed. I want you to apologize for your behavior. I want you to submit.” There was a sternness in Mariah’s voice now, an iron edge that few saw. She kept her tone low, made sure her words were heard and understood.

Bubbles was the clear Good Cop here, and she leaned down to drop a soft kiss on Faheema lips, offering pleasure instead of pain. ”We can make you feel so good, babe. All you have to do is give in.”

Back where Faheema had come from, being tied up and tortured by authority figures was anything but safe, nor very erotic for that matter. It wasn't supposed to be. Those men weren't tempered by any concern for the well being of their victims, like these ladies were, and when they set out to inflict pain, the threat of long term damage was as debilitating as the pain itself.

Being dominated by Bubbles and Mariah was a very different experience, lacking much of the threat that normally came with such a harsh interrogation. Since the women presiding over her were bound by a sense of care and responsibility for their prisoner, the Nubian didn't think Mariah or Bubbles were capable of scaring her the way a real torturer might. They could shock her until she gave in, but there was no way they'd get the satisfaction of seeing their Nubian captive express genuine fear.

Unfortunately for her sense of pride, Mariah of all people was about to prove her wrong. Faheema whimpered briefly as Bubbles gave her a stiff slap across the cheek, following it up with a growl as she looked Bubbles in the eyes, lamenting that her trapped arms couldn't hit back. When Mariah spoke up, however, Faheema shivered underneath them, looking down at Mariah with wide eyes and a mouth slightly agape at just how intimidating she sounded. As unimposing as she looked to the naked eye, Mariah projected the sort of unbreakable authority that not even Faheema was immune to. As her gloved hand started dropping down, Faheema sucked in her gut in a futile effort to keep her body safe.

“You want to extract a confession out of me, is that it?” Faheema said, stammering only slightly as she felt a knot in her gut. She felt like a heretic being forced to repent her sins – a funny comparison considering how unholy their behavior had been tonight. Too bad Faheema was such a stubborn girl, or she might have given in immediately. Her life had been defined by not letting other people control her, and even though Bubbles still had a collar wrapped around her neck, letting them rule her was a tough pill to swallow.

Besides, she wanted to see more of this side of Mariah. Nothing made her swoon faster than women capable of asserting themselves.

“Oh, Bubbles...mhm,” Faheema cooed as the giant dipped down to kiss her. She was trying to seduce the Nubian into submission, but it wouldn't work. At least not until Mariah had softened her up a little. “What behavior am I to apologize for? I think I've been a good girl lately...” Faheema said with as innocent a smile as she could muster, testing Mariah's patience as she stalled.

Bubbles was blessed with a superior body, and to her credit, she’d worked to cultivate, long before Mariah had even known her. Raw, unyielding strength like hers didn’t come from nowhere, and merely being as tall as her wasn’t enough to even the odds in your favor. Those muscles took years of hard work, pools of sweat, discipline that a mere mortal like Mariah could never hope to imitate.

But she had other talents. Talents beyond just being a manager. There was a time, long ago, when she’d dabbled with the idea of becoming an actress, a path that ultimately led her to wrestling. She still had the skills. Still remembered the lessons.

That was the training she called out as her hovering the air, just inches away from painful contact with Faheema’s tanned skin. She studied their captive face for a moment, closely watched it, and took in every little twitch. She was trying to hide it and doing an admirable job, a talent she certainly picked up from her harsh lifestyle. But the body didn’t lie. The shivering and shuddering, that quiver on her lip. There was fear there, and Mariah could work with fear.

”Have you been a good girl?” Bubbles brought her hands down to massage Faheema’s shoulders, kneading the flesh and working away on the taut muscles underneath. ”A good girl would keep her eyes closed. I wouldn’t have to wrestle a good girl onto the bed.” She tapped Faheema on the nose, then ran her finger down the Nubian’s face, dipping it in between her lips, almost daring her to bite it. ”Don’t you agree, honey?”

”Completely.” Mariah moved the glove higher, going away from Faheema’s stomach, letting her relax down there, but making her mind wonder where the next thunderbolt would strike. ”You’re wild, Faheema, and its up to us to tame you. And that’s going to take time. Time and-”

Mariah abruptly broke her sentence and moved back to Faheema’s stomach again, giving her a hard jolt where she’d thought herself safe.

Damn, Bubbles was really cranking up the charm right now. While she gave Faheema a soft lecture, speaking in a voice that glowed with maternal warmth, she even gave Faheema's shoulders a little rub. It was a joy to listen to her talk, and her hands were as talented as they were strong. The Nubian couldn't hide her reaction any better than she had with Mariah earlier, biting her lip to suppress a giggle as Bubbles bopped her nose and ran a finger over her lips, teasing her so cutely.

Oh hell, she couldn't resist. As Bubbles caressed her lips, Faheema opened her mouth...and extended her tongue to lick the wandering digit up and down. She had learned to crave the taste of the Virgin Killer's muscled flesh, but she didn't need to bite her to savor it.

Now wasn't really the time, though. Not while Mariah was still brandishing that fearful shock glove just above her abs. She didn't relax her body even when the vixen moved her hand away, knowing that it was only a matter of time until it came back. Still, her heart was picking up speed as she stared a hole into that hovering hand, anxiously discerning where it might strike next. Mariah had taken her by surprise with that opening salvo on her breast, but this time, Faheema was ready for her.

After a brief, tense wait, Mariah brought her hand back down on Faheema's stomach, sending a current surging through the muscles in her core. Even as her flesh rippled and burned, however, Faheema didn't scream. She thrashed and pulled hard enough at her restraints to make the bed creak, but aside from a growl of anguish that never seemed to end, she stayed as stone-faced as she could.

“Grmh...I'm an exile for a reason, Mariah. You're far from the first people to try to 'tame me'. The sexiest women to try, yes, and the most benevolent rulers I've known, but that doesn't mean I'll just let you keep me under your thumb,” she boasted, staring Mariah down with a grimace that tried to hide her doubt. This silly standoff couldn't end in her favor, and with Bubbles and Mariah promising so much pleasure in exchange for her surrender, she didn't want it to. It went against her instinct to let the inevitable happen, though, and since Bubbles had been required to prove her authority in the ring, she figured Mariah deserved a challenge to let her inner strength shine as well.