Lilly's Revenge

Lilly was utterly humiliated after losing her second match in the AFW. Especially since she had lost to a MAN! After all the hard work she had done during the match, the victory had been stolen right from under her when Clyde cheated by poking her in the eye. Well, she would make sure that she got him back for that.

Lilly had dragged Clyde to the showers out back. Her body was still sore from all that she had to go through in the match, and she was covered in a thick layer of sweat. But she wouldn't let that stop her from having her way with Clyde. It was her turn to dominate him, and make him hers.

"You ready to be mine, Clyde?" she asked him after laying him on one of the benches in the shower area. She was looking forward to what was to come, that was for sure.

Clyde managed to beat Lilly in their match, but even so, Lilly did manage to give the Cowboy a hard fight that he narrowly stole a victory for despite being battered and bruised by Lilly already, she went out of her way to give the Texan another beating after the match was over to render him defenseless and drag him away, backstage. Passing out as he was dragged up the ramp. Not knowing what was going to happen to him.

Tired, bruised, battered and covered in as much sweat as Lilly, Clyde started to stir when he was laid down on the bench in the shower room. His chest heaved up and down as he sucked in air before his eyes fluttered open, he looked up at the cheerleader, his arms hanging off the sides of the bench, touching the floor. His vision was kind of hazy and blurry, but he knew it was Lilly, even more so when she spoke.

"You ready to be mine, Clyde?" Those were the words Lilly spoke, they sent a chill up Clyde's spine. He got an odd sense of Deja Vu. Those words were said by someone else once before who had the same idea as Lilly long ago! It reminded Clyde of someone once dear to him when her mind and emotions took a bad turn. This wasn't pleasant. And he learned his lesson from before. Lilly was very different too. A lot darker. A lot colder.

"Uhhh...L-Lilly... Don't... B-Bad idea... You can't..." Clyde muttered out to the cheerleader as he looked up at her. She was making a mistake and needed to be warned. That and... Clyde of course had someone else on his mind. He couldn't afford to be Lilly's or anyone else's little slave again.

Lilly watched as Clyde's eyes fluttered open. He seemed to be exhausted still from the beating she gave him, which made her happy, in all honesty. That would make this that much easier. She wanted to be sure that Clyde wasn't going to fight back. But then again, she didn't think he would. Still, he still seemed to want to talk back to her.

"I can't? The hell I can't. Watch me," she said, glaring down at Clyde. It was her time to be dominant. "And you won't resist me, I guarantee it." Lilly reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, slowly lifting it over her head and tossing it to the side, not really caring that it was on the floor. It wasn't her only one anyway. With her shirt gone, Clyde would be able to see the glistening sheen of sweat covering her upper body, along with the white lacy bra she wore, which matched the panties that Clyde had seen several times during the match.

Normally, she wouldn't allow a man to see this much of her skin, but she needed to do what she had to to make sure Clyde wouldn't want to fight back. She would have him calling her mistress soon enough. "Like what you see, Clyde? Because there's so much more to see," she teased, grinning down at her victim. After this, she would then begin to slide down her skirt as well, leaving her in just her underwear in front of Clyde.

"This ain't Good." Clyde thought as he saw that Lilly was insistent on going through with this. She was making a mistake! But she didn't seem to worry about any possible consequences in trying to take Clyde as she told him that he wouldn't resist her.

Clyde's vision was slowly returning, he was starting to get out of his battered daze and wanted to get out of there but then he froze and watched Lilly lift up and remove her low-cut uniform to reveal her lacy white bra that held back a pair of nicely sized glistening breasts that made Clyde's face turn red and his jaw just drop. "Oh... Oh God..." His heart started to pound madly. The thought of this girl, Lilly, with that body, wanting him. All of it was enough to get Clyde rather hot and bothered real quick.

"Dammit... I want this. Holy Hell I'd love to have her take me right now she's so hot! ......But I can't... Not again." Clyde would never admit aloud but he WAS a huge masochist and his body was Begging for Lilly. He wanted so badly to just lie down and let her dominate him right there to be her toy when she wanted to use him. But Clyde knew he couldn't do that this time. Especially with someone like Lilly who had spent the last 10 minutes trying to bash his brains in. But most importantly... Mercy. He thought about Mercy.

He started to force himself up off the bench to begin crawling back but froze at Lilly's words. He Loved what he saw and couldn't deny he wanted to see more. Temptation was at him again. And he sat their, eyes wide watching as Lilly lowered her skirt and stripped down to just her bra and panties now. He gazed at her curvy body in awe, his heart thumping faster as he thought about what Lilly could do to him. What he Wanted Lilly to do him. He couldn't allow himself to become her property. He needed to get out of there NOW before he lost control.

"I-I-I...I... I thought you said you weren't looking to make friends!?" Clyde stuttered as he looked up at Lilly in a nervous and flustered manner.

Seeing Clyde's face light up bright red, and his jaw open was a sight that really brought satisfaction to Lilly. She knew that he wouldn't be able to resist staring at her, especially now that she was showing him this much skin. She hadn't even done anything, and she already had him transfixed on her.

It looked though that Clyde was starting to get some of his energy back, as he had managed to crawl back a bit, away from her. Was he really going to make it that hard on himself? Judging from the look on his face, Lilly could see the conflict in his eyes, as if he had something else on his mind as he oggled her. Why would he be thinking of something else? She would have to change that.

"I don't want friends. You aren't my friend, you're my slave, that's all," Lilly said as she stepped closer to him and reached down for the rim of his pants. It was true, she didn't want any friends, and Clyde was no exception. But Clyde had gotten under her skin in his own way. She wanted revenge on him, and for some reason, beating him to a pulp just did't seem to be enough. But making him completely succumb to her and call her mistress seemed so much better. After all, there was no better domination than the domination of the mind.

Lilly would lift her leg and move it over Clyde so that now she was straddling him on the bench, low enough so that the bulge in his pants would rest on her covered crotch. Her hand was still on the rim of his pants as well, holding it firmly. "You can't lie to me and say you aren't looking forward to this," she said through a vile grin, her eyes fixed on his.

Clyde's heart raced, his breath grew hot and heavy as he stared at Lilly's glistening half-naked body, gulping nervously as she got closer to him, the thought of what she would do with him still in his mind. Torture or pleasure? And the inner conflict he felt towards letting this happen and resisting. Part of him was entranced but another part of him had a very bad feeling about this wanted to get away.

His suspicions seemed to be correct when Lilly stated she just wanted Clyde to her slave. He was a masochist but he was defiant and didn't want to belong to anyone against his will. He had too much pride and knew better than to be under service of woman who wanted to bash his brains in.

He tried to back away but Lilly held him in place when she grabbed the rim of his pants, his bulge growing as she did this, freezing up as he watched her lift up her smooth leg and move it over him, straddling his body and resting her crotch against his own, making Clyde release a soft gasp of sorts that sounded closer to a moan of pleasure. Clyde's heart beat faster as the beautiful blonde straddled him and placed her clothed sex upon his bulge that would twitch and grow harder from the sight, sensation and the thoughts that went through Clyde's mind as Lilly made it appear like they were having intercourse already.

Clyde looked up Lilly with eyes wide, full of awe, a bit of fear and worry, but lust as well. Reluctant lust he wanted to resist. Mercy was still on his mind. But Lilly seemed to be taking over. Or trying to.

Clyde could only look up at Lilly nervously, silent as ever and conflicted, unable to respond. "...I can't be your toy..." He told her. He avoided the question because part of WAS looking forward to this.

Lilly knew that it wasn't going to take much to get Clyde to get hard. Once she mounted him and rested her own crotch against his, she could feel the bulge growing bigger, which brought a smirk to her face. Typical man. All he had to do was see her naked and he was already raring to go. But he would soon find out that this wasn't about him. It was about her, and her revenge. He would service her until she was good and ready to let him stop. "You're pants have a different opinion," she would say, now reaching down to unbutton his pants.

As she did this, she began to wonder how she wanted to start. She felt nasty, and sticky from the match. The sheen of sweat that covered her body was uncomfortable, and she desperately wanted to be rid of it. That wasn't a bad way to start Once she got the pants unbuttoned, she would reach out to grab his chin, and mover her face close to his, glaring at him deeply. It was time to show him that this wasn't going to be a pleasurable experience for her. Not at all.

"I'm tired, and sore, so I don't feel like washing myself. You are going to do it for me. Got it?" she would say, her tone demanding, yet somehow sensual. She wasn't going to give him any chance to fight her anymore. And she was already enjoying herself quite a bit. "You should feel honored anyway. You'll be the first man to touch me. Enjoy it while it lasts." Pushing his head back with some force, Lilly would then reach behind herself, and unhook her bra, casually sliding it off and tossing it to where her shirt was, leaving her sweaty, glistening chest bare for him to see.

Clyde's eyes would widen a bit towards Lilly's remark about his pants, causing him to shift his eyes and gaze away from Lilly as his face turned red. "...Can you blame them?" He asked her solemnly. It was natural for him to be aroused by Lilly and to be attracted to her physical beauty. He definitely was.

He gulped as he felt her hands unbuttoning his pants, unsure if he should stop her or let her just have her way for now. He had taken a beating too and could barely stand or fight back on his own. His head got thrashed big time by Lilly earlier, during and after the match. He grew more 'nervous' as Lilly griped his chin and moved her face closer to him and looked into his eyes with a piercing gaze at that was a little intimidating.

Clyde looked into her eyes as she made her demands and frowned slightly, his face still red from her sensual tone and what she was asking to do but wasn't he pleased with the manner of how she demanded. He wasn't even able to respond to her last statement before she pushed his head back, making him hit the bench, causing Clyde to wince. "Gahhh...Ah.." He let out from the pain in his sensitive skull, he immediately gripped the back of his head and closed his eyes as he nursed his head.

When he opened them back up he saw Lilly... Bare chested... Her bra removed. The thoughts that Clyde had on his possibly injured skull went away as he looked at Lilly's body. Face was red and his jaw hung open, he was entranced until he realized what he was doing, he shook his head and placed his hands on Lilly's thighs and looked up at her eyes.

"...Listen here, lady... I can deal with doin' all this for ya if you're lookin' for a one time thing, 'ight? But if you're lookin for someone to be your little slave you gotta pick another guy, I got somebody on my mind already. So don't expect me making any house calls. You can't make me be your loyal little doggie. I'm tellin ya right now." Clyde would access sternly to Lilly with a firm stare.

Lilly saw how bright red Clyde's face had gotten as he stared at her naked chest. She knew that he wouldn't be able to resist staring. Though she could feel the slightest blush pass her cheeks. No man had ever seen this much of her before. She never even entertained the thought of allowing a man to look at her, let alone touch her. She reassured herself that this was a special case, after all. Clyde would get what was coming to him. And if that came at the expense of her having to let him see, and even touch her body, then so be it. He would be hers in the end.

Still, he had a lot of guts telling her off as he did. After the brutal beating she gave him before dragging him here, she was honestly a little shocked he was still resisting. Something, well, someone, must have really gotten under his skin if he was trying this hard to worm his way out. But she wouldn't have it.

Glaring, she would grab at his chin again, her nails digging in a bit, but hopefully not enough to draw blood. "Listen you, I don't care WHO you have in mind. You are mine, and mine alone. This isn't just some one night stand, or a fling. You are going to be my slave. You will answer me when I speak to you. You will come when I tell you to. And you will not talk back to me like that again. Got it, cowboy?" she would snap, her tone much less sensual than before. In fact, that was all gone as she spoke. She needed him to know that she was all business, and she wouldn't put up with his mouth anymore. He had been snide in the ring the entire match. She hated it. So she would make sure he would not keep that up. "And you will call me mistress, not Lilly."

Clyde kept his eyes locked on Lilly as he defied her. He felt it was the right thing to do. Regardless if she could beat him to a pulp right here and now. Clyde had too much pride to let himself become Lilly's slave, especially if she cared nothing for him.

He stood firm as he felt Lilly grab his chin and dig her nails in, his lip curling up from the feeling as he listened to her words that made his eyes widen. Now he understood how Lilly felt and part of that made him uneasy. Once again a girl had come along to force something onto him and claim exclusive rights by force. She dismissed the girl Clyde had his mind and declared he was to be her exclusive slave and that he would obey EVERY command... Even calling her mistress.

Clyde's eyes narrowed and he frowned deeply at Lilly, locking eyes with her. For the first time, Clyde was making his own choice. Easier said than done. His carnal desires told him to just submit himself to Lilly, but Clyde knew he could not.

"...No... Lilly..." Answered Clyde firmly. Putting a deep emphasis on using Lilly's name.