Tag Team Match Part II – Raven’s Revenge
By Hamish1024

Vixen whimpered and squealed as she was dragged backstage; the slender-bodied redhead was bound in chains and utterly helpless to prevent her fate. Raven dragged the losing girl painfully back to her dressing room, with Vixen writhing and squirming indignantly all the way.

“You’re not going to get away with this!” cried Vixen, as Raven opened the door to her room.
“Oh really?” chuckled the voluptuous latina. “We’ll see about that...”
Raven hauled the shackled girl through the doorway. As she did so, a cruel impulse struck her, and she placed Vixen’s head against the doorframe. Raven pulled the heavy wooden door back, then slammed it shut against Vixen’s skull.
“Aghh!” yelped the agonised redhead. “You fucking bitch!”
Raven responded by slamming the door on her rival a second time, then a third.
“You really should start playing along!” laughed the busty brunette, bashing her opponent’s head for a fourth time. Vixen was left groggy and dazed, her skull having been painfully crushed in between the hard, solid wood. Her abused temples throbbed in protest. The mouthy girl now dizzy and wounded, Raven dragged her limp form all the way into the room, then shut the door, locking it.

“Right then, slave,” beamed Raven, “shall we get started? We’ve a long evening of torture to get through!”
Vixen moaned miserably into the carpeted floor. Raven hauled her beaten, shackled body upright, then raised Vixen’s arms above her head. Raven then looped Vixen’s wrist restraints over the coat hook at the top of the door. The flame-haired beauty began to slump downwards, but was held in place by her bound, raised wrists. An unhappy frown appeared on her delicate features, and she groaned weakly.

Raven delivered a sharp, stinging slap across Vixen’s pretty face. Her head snapped backwards and bounced painfully off the door at her back.
“Ungh...” moaned Vixen. She opened her eyes to look at her tormentor, trying desperately to marshal her thoughts.
“Just... let me... go...” slurred the scarlet-clad fighter. “Or... else...”
“Ha!” Raven spat derisively. “Still trying to make threats? You obviously need a lot more softening up...”
Raven made a fist of her right hand. Looking Vixen in the eye, and smiling maliciously, she drove her balled fist into the redhead’s unprotected belly. Vixen groaned again as savage pain gripped her gut. Instinctively she tried to double up, but with her bound body tied to the door, she found it impossible.

“Ahh, what a lovely sight!” grinned Raven. “You’re all mine to play with...”
The powerful latin drilled her fist into Vixen’s midriff for a second time, then a third, forcing a squeal from the bound girl as she bit her lip in awful, helpless agony. Raven happily threw several more slow, heavy punches, spacing out her attacks, each time taking a few moments to watch her victim’s pretty features as they struggled with the pain. Vixen’s cries became louder and louder as her suffering slowly intensified.

“This is SO much fun!” Raven laughed, ruthlessly. “You’re like a human punching bag!”
The black-clad brunette continued to assault her defenceless enemy, launching punch after punch into her soft pink belly. The brutal blows became faster and faster, left and right fists firing in a sadistic rhythm. Vixen began to lose herself to the agonising torture, her low, guttural groans interspersed with high, piecing shrieks. Reeling as her body was methodically destroyed, the poor redhead was powerless to do anything but scream.

Outside the dressing room, passers-by raised eyebrows as the door shuddered on its hinges, and the sounds of female suffering echoed from within. Everyone backstage was now vividly aware that Vixen was getting what she deserved, and Raven was firmly taking her revenge. Many were curious as to why the flame-haired minx was screaming her lungs out, but few felt too much sympathy, even as it continued for minutes on end. Raven’s payback, though, was only just beginning.

The voluptuous babe giggled breathlessly as she drew her boxing session to a close. Raven had spent the best part of half an hour using her chained-up rival as a punching bag – immense fun, to be sure, though now her arms and knuckles were beginning to ache. Vixen’s condition was obviously far worse: her battered body slumped in agony, with her green eyes unfocused and reeling. Pleased with her work, Raven stretched her muscles in satisfaction, then wiped sweat from her glistening brow. The latin girl’s luscious features were flushed red from her exertions; her curvy body was coated in a hot, damp, sticky sheen. Raven ran a hand through her sweaty hair and sighed happily.
“Phew, what a workout!” she gasped, smiling at her dangling victim. “I’m all warm now!”
Raven slowly began to remove her black slingshot bikini, freeing her big, bouncing breasts. “Euch, I really need a shower...” the brunette mused, peeling her costume away and stepping out of it entirely, “...but I think it can wait!”

Raven stood wearing nothing but her boots as she eyed up her bound, defenceless enemy. Smirking, Raven took her folded bikini and wiped it underneath her hot, damp armpits. Finally she ran it in between her glistening thighs, thoroughly soaking it in sweat and body odour. Grinning wickedly, she held the sodden garment up to Vixen’s face.
“What do you think, Vix, am I a bit sweaty?” she cackled.
Vixen’s eyes widened in fear. This quickly turned to revulsion as the crumpled, fetid swimsuit was jammed underneath her nose. The shackled girl grimaced as the hot scent of her rival’s body assaulted her senses.
“Urgh! Fuck off! Gross!” she sputtered, squirming and protesting at this unpleasant new attack.
“Oh, is something wrong?” mocked Raven, keeping the offending garment pinned to her enemy’s face.
“Stinky... bitch!” spat Vixen, writhing unhappily.
“Oh, be quiet!” laughed Raven. She screwed the sweat-stained slingshot up into a tight little ball, then jammed it firmly into Vixen’s mouth.
“Mmpph!!” Vixen shuddered in indignant, muffled horror.
“Mmm, you like the taste of that, whore!?”
Vixen shook violently. The dirty swimsuit filled almost her entire mouth, gagging her in the most humiliating way. Raven cackled harshly, enjoying her victim’s obvious disgust.

Fresh fear flooded Vixen’s mind as she contemplated her unpleasant predicament. The slender redhead had been trying to steel herself for an evening of pain at the hands of her enemy – but now, with a mouthful of fetid lycra, she realised things could get far worse. In the ring, Raven was not above using nasty, humiliating moves on her opponents; her enthusiasm for dishing out the Stink-Face was infamous. The busty brunette revelled in degrading her enemies as much as hurting them, which was bad news for Vixen. The gagged girl winced at the thought of what this vulgar, full-figured, sweat-soaked, butt-naked domme could do to her – for well-groomed, imperious, preening Vixen, this was a horrifying thought indeed.

Raven seemed to sense her victim’s thoughts.
“The fun’s only just beginning, hun, I promise!”
The nude brunette leaned back then delivered a hard kick to Vixen’s soft, aching belly, eliciting an anguished, muffled wail. Raven then kneed her victim in the gut, maximising Vixen’s agony yet again. As the gagged girl reeled in hopeless pain, Raven lifted the redhead’s bound wrists up off the door hook and let her slump to the floor. Battered, weak, and hurting badly, Vixen curled up into a foetal ball on the carpet, whimpering.

The full-figured latin stood over her enemy, sneering.
“Aww, tired? So soon? Want to lie down and rest?”
Raven sat on the edge of her armchair and began unlacing her black wrestling boots. She slid them off and walked barefoot over to her shackled slave. Staring down contemptuously, Raven placed her bare foot on Vixen’s shoulder, and used it to roll the smaller girl flat onto her back. The gagged redhead looked back up in fear. Raven smiled to see her hated foe in this helpless position, shivering nervously... and set up perfectly for more suffering.

With slow, malicious pleasure, Raven ran her bare foot down Vixen’s bound body. The dusky, olive-skinned fighter curled her toes around Vixen’s left breast, squeezing the nipple through the fabric of her scarlet top, chuckling as her victim quivered. She slid her foot down further, moving across the soft, exposed flesh of Vixen’s stomach. Then Raven raised her leg and stamped her heel down hard onto her enemy’s battered belly. Vixen convulsed in pain as her sensitive gut was struck again; she exhaled sharply through her nostrils and gave a muffled, agonised groan. Raven cackled at her plaything’s predicament and placed one foot either side of Vixen’s body, straddling her, staring down into her slave’s green eyes.

The voluptuous girl placed her hands on her wide, full hips.
“Brace yourself...” she sniggered, giving her broad, rounded ass a couple of soft, sexy slaps. Vixen winced as she head the crack of that thick, naked flesh. Then, with brutal speed, Raven let herself drop downwards. The weight gone from her legs, Raven plunged down towards the floor, her big body landing ass-first onto Vixen’s stomach. There was a huge thud as Raven’s heavy, curvy figure smashed straight into Vixen’s delicate frame. Excruciating pain hit the flame-haired girl as the harsh weight crushed her tender belly. She felt sick and dizzy as the air was driven from her lungs, and her vision swam from the heavy, disorienting blow. Moaning in shock and distress, she shuddered helplessly, now pinned firmly against the carpet by the body of her larger foe. Slowly, painfully, the sharp discomfort in her head and chest ebbed away, replaced by the dull ache in her squashed stomach. She blinked away the water in her eyes, and the sickeningly
 smug figure of Raven, sat unassailably atop her body, came back into focus.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I being too rough for you?” mocked the nude brunette. She bounced carelessly on Vixen’s belly, causing fresh spasms of pain to wrack the petite girl’s body. The captive minx squealed in protest.
“Aww, poor baby,” teased Raven. “Let’s try a more gentler approach, then!”
Placing her hands on the carpet for balance, the busty, dark-haired wrestler leaned back and lifted her legs into the air, piling her full weight onto Vixen’s body. Raven brought her thighs together and then gently placed her feet down onto Vixen’s upturned face. The redhead grimaced as Raven’s sweaty soles were pressed against her features. Vixen could feel the thick, slippery layer of warm sweat smear onto her skin as the Latina’s hot, tired feet were damply plastered across her face. The bound girl shuddered, revolted at this grubby, humiliating sensation.

From her seat on Vixen’s belly, Raven laughed girlishly at her victim’s misfortune. She ground the soles of her feet into Vixen’s upturned face for several long moments. Unhappily, the gagged girl was forced to breathe in the pungent smell of her opponent’s sweaty feet. She groaned miserably, straining against her steel restraints, as she was made to suffer this extremely stinky punishment. Her senses reeled, and she sank further into despair as she was utterly humiliated.

“Mmm, you like that, bitch!?” teased Raven, enjoying the feel of Vixen’s face beneath her feet, savouring every second of her enemy’s suffering. On a whim, Raven started tickling Vixen’s ribs, forcing the petite girl to shudder in forced laughter. The redhead shrieked into her stifling mouth-gag as the intolerable sensation wracked her body. Not only was the tickling excruciating to bear, the violent spasms made her bruised belly thump painfully against the weight of Raven’s body. The anguished Vixen was forced to begin inhaling sharply, forcing the unpleasant stink of Raven’s tired feet further into her nostrils. Poor Vixen was in an awful predicament now – enduring hefty doses of pain, suffering and humiliation. All the while, Raven cackled as she slowly brought her bound plaything closer and closer to breaking point.

Vixen was starting to wonder just how more of this gruelling torture she could take, when Raven began a fresh angle of assault. The full-figured fighter slid her right foot into the centre of Vixen’s face, then used her sweaty toes to pinch the redhead’s nostrils shut. The gagged girl’s eyes widened in fear as her only airway was sealed off. Unable to breathe, she thrashed and moaned in animal terror. Raven simply giggled.
“Look how much suffering I can inflict... using just my toes!” she grinned as she smothered her helpless foe.
Vixen emitted desperate, muffled squeals from beneath Raven’s foot as her body was slowly starved of oxygen. Still, the big, dominant brunette continued, showing no mercy for her bound prey. As the ruthless, horrible foot-smother dragged on, Vixen found her lungs beginning to burn, and her vision blurring. Gripped with fear and pain, she looked up pleadingly at her voluptuous tormentor, desperate for reprieve. Raven smiled as she saw the suffering of the girl beneath her – enjoying total control, even over Vixen’s air supply. She slowly pondered whether or not to let the writhing redhead take another breath... and with a wicked grin, decided she wouldn’t.

“So long, bitch!” teased the busty, olive-skinned babe. Vixen’s anguished squeals became more intense as her whole body ached for oxygen. Utterly at her enemy’s mercy, Vixen’s senses began to dull as she began the gruelling slide into unconsciousness. The last thing that the gagged and smothered girl heard was the harsh cackle of her rival – then the poor petite fighter fell into oblivion.

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Fresh, sharp pain brought Vixen back into consciousness. The ginger-haired beauty found herself completely naked, and trapped in a new, uncomfortable position. Raven had stripped her rival of her scarlet wrestling costume, and used the shackles to tie Vixen firmly to her black leather armchair. The redhead was flat on her back on the seat of the chair, arms trapped behind her back. The metal chain running between the slave collar and the wrist restraints had been slipped underneath the chair cushion, severely restricting Vixen’s movement and making escape all but impossible. To further compound her helplessness, Raven had removed the chains from Vixen’s feet and instead used two leather belts to bind the smaller girl’s ankles to the front two chair legs – leaving her thighs awkwardly splayed open. This left Vixen’s crotch hopelessly vulnerable, and Raven was now taking full advantage of this by idly pinching her victim’s pussy. It was this
 unwelcome pain that had forced the bound girl awake.

“Mmmpphhh!!” groaned Vixen, still gagged with her enemy’s sweat-stained swimsuit. A splitting headache throbbed through her groggy mind, and her mouth was horribly dry. She tried to wriggle her hips free of the wicked crotch maul, but found herself trapped flat against the chair and unable to move. She stared unhappily at the ceiling and moaned in despair.

Seeing her rival finally come to, Raven left the pussy torture and leant over her captive plaything.
“Wakey wakey!” she beamed. “Now you’re ready for round two!!”
Vixen winced as fear gripped her stomach. She was in no condition to take any more abuse but, looking up at the big brunette above her - large naked breasts dangling down, face adorned with a wide, malicious smile – Vixen knew her problems were only just beginning.

“Well, I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself so far” mocked Raven. “Watching Sapphire give you a nice big stink-face was a particular highlight of mine... and of course you spent a lot of time nose-deep in your friend Jade’s butt cheeks!” Raven smirked as Vixen cringed at the memory. “It seems that pretty face of yours has eaten an awful lot of ass this evening!” The latin girl giggled and gave her captive a playful slap. “Well... how about making it three in one night!?” Raven started stroking her own fleshy, olive backside. Appalled at the prospect, Vixen gave a muffled squeal and shook her head vigorously from side to side. Raven simply laughed. “Oh come on... I promise we’ve saved the best till last!”

The voluptuous wrestler turned away from her enemy, straddling the bound girl and presenting her ass towards her. Raven’s big round booty was perfect for facesitting – her wide hips and full figure endowed her with ample expanses of flesh with which to squash and smother her foes. Vixen stared at her enemy’s thick, curvy, naked backside, eyeing it with dread. She squirmed helplessly as those large olive ass cheeks were pushed closer and closer to her face. Slowly, they took over her field of vision, until they were just inches from her nose... when Raven paused, hovering rudely above her.
“Take a good long look, Vixen!” teased the latin girl. “Cos this is where you’ll be spending the rest of the evening!!”

Raven sexily swayed her hips in a circle, her bare ass brushing lightly against the tip of Vixen’s nose. The gagged girl whimpered unhappily, praying for some kind of mercy... but tonight was definitely not her lucky night. Raven began the facesitting with a sudden, ruthless drop from her elevated position. She plunged downwards, her bare ass slapping heavily against Vixen’s upturned face, her full weight thudding into the ginger girl’s head and squashing her skull. As poor Vixen reeled from the impact, Raven let out a long, satisfied sigh, and began to make herself comfortable atop her rival’s face.

The captive redhead was utterly overwhelmed. In an instant, her world went dark, with the sudden blow of Raven’s weight causing painful pressure in her skull. This though, was the least of her worries. Raven’s fleshy ass was now jammed firmly in Vixen’s face, totally engulfing the smaller girl’s fine features. Vixen felt her head sink back into the soft leather armchair as her rival’s full weight bore down upon her. Her head was now fully encased, trapped between the leather cushion and Raven’s ample rear. Gagged Vixen shuddered helplessly, appalled at her position, her pretty face enveloped by the big latina’s butt cheeks. Her situation was degrading beyond belief: domineering Raven sitting smugly on the armchair, pinning Vixen in a heavy, naked straddle, the bound girl humiliated as her head was used like a cushion.

Poor Vixen was gripped with total disgust. An evening of wrestling had left Raven’s body flushed and glistening with perspiration, and her big ass was very hot and very sweaty. This made the facesitting even more unpleasant, as Raven’s broad buttocks were unbearably damp and sticky. Vixen cringed as the warm, slick flesh pressed heavily into her features, and a thick layer of ass sweat was slowly ground into her face. Squirming with revulsion, Vixen gripped the chair with her trapped, useless hands, and inwardly cursed the cruel, kinky bitch atop her.

This was just the beginning of Vixen’s facesitting torture. Raven maintained her seat on Vixen’s face, enjoying the sight of her enemy’s bound, helpless writhing. Planted firmly on Vixen’s features, Raven’s sweaty ass cheeks formed an airtight seal around Vixen’s upturned nose, robbing her of oxygen. After the first gruelling minute or so of heavy facesitting, Vixen felt the tingle of breathlessness inside her squashed skull. Mouth gagged tightly with Raven’s dirty swimsuit, Vixen was forced to try and breathe through her nose. This was a deeply unpleasant prospect, especially as Raven was naked and there was no protective layer of clothing between Vixen’s face and Raven’s big bare ass. Vixen winced as her need for oxygen pushed her into trying to inhale. For her efforts, she was rewarded with a meagre amount of hot, fetid air, tainted with the body odour of her enemy. The redhead groaned weakly, overwhelmed by the nastiness of her
 position.

It was about to get worse for poor Vixen. The ass-smother continued for another minute or so, and when the petite girl tried to breathe again she found, to her dismay, that she couldn’t. Her air supply was now cut off completely, and she began to feel the all-too familiar burn of oxygen deprivation. The humiliation and disgust brought on by the facesitting was now tinged with panic, as her need for fresh air got more and more urgent. Raven, though, was sitting firm, showing no signs of mercy from her dominant position. Vixen’s lungs burned, and her head throbbed, as the claustrophobic smother slowly robbed her of air. The suffering became unbearable for the squashed captive, and she began to lose her grip on consciousness... when Raven shuffled her ass forwards and allowed her to breathe.

Her head swimming, the gagged girl gratefully sucked in air through her nostrils.
“Ooh, this is fun!” cooed Raven. She leaned forwards and twisted her head round to look down at her shackled slave. Vixen was in a real state – her pretty, delicate features were flushed red with panic, and her face was covered in a thick, glistening layer of ass sweat. Her green eyes were wide and vacant as she reeled from the facesitting she had been given.
“Enjoying the fresh air?” mocked Raven. “Good luck, bitch, it’ll be your last!!”

Raven then ruthlessly plunged her ass back down onto Vixen’s upturned face. The redhead gave a muffled shriek of dismay as her brief reprieve was cut short, and she was wickedly thrust back into a hot, sweaty smother. Raven cackled harshly at her victim’s misfortune, shuffling her curvy butt around until she was sitting nice and comfortably on top of the smaller girl’s face. Vixen groaned as she yet again found her features jammed full of Raven’s nasty, clammy ass cheeks.

Feeling exquisitely dominant, Raven cruelly ground her soft ass firmly into Vixen’s face, maximising her suffering, enjoying the feel of Vixen’s nose brushing up against her ass crack. Her sexy round booty was now all but welded to her victim’s smothered features, as the full-figured babe exercised her love of the reverse facesit. Raven could only imagine what hell her rival was enduring down there, though Vixen’s heavily muffled squeals gave some indication to her suffering.
“No escape this time!” Raven teased. “I’m going to shut you up for good!”

After a minute or so of evil squashing, mashing and grinding, Vixen’s moans became less and less frequent, as her air supply gradually ran out. Unable to breathe, a feeling of dread overcame her – naked facesitting was a degrading and humiliating way of being put to sleep, but she was utterly powerless to prevent her fate. Lungs burning and senses reeling, Vixen tried to wriggle free of the hot, stifling smother, but no matter how much she squirmed beneath Raven’s sweaty ass, she couldn’t escape. Sick, dizzy, and utterly humiliated, the sat-upon girl began her slow, torturous slide into oblivion. Chest burning and head throbbing, the dreadful weight upon her face never let up, and after more than two minutes of punishing facesitting, Vixen once again blacked out, smothered unconscious by her tormentor’s big, sexy ass.

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The hapless redhead was welcomed back into the waking world with a sharp and savage pain in her crotch. To Vixen’s dismay she was still gagged and strapped to the armchair, with Raven having shuffled forwards to sit on her chest. The voluptuous nude brunette was now cheerfully clawing at Vixen’s undefended pussy, causing vicious jolts of agony to course through the bound girl’s body.
“Mmphhh!!” cried Vixen, eyes widening in shock and pain.
“Hehe, thought that’d wake you up!”

Raven seemed to be having too much fun to stop, and continued to pinch, scratch, and generally abuse her rival’s womanhood. Legs held apart by the ankle restraints, Vixen’s crotch was hopelessly exposed, and she could do nothing but suffer as her sensitive spots were cruelly clawed. As the attack continued, the pain in her pussy got worse and worse, severely testing Vixen’s capacity to withstand this punishment. The ginger girl’s muffled screams got louder and louder, and after a minute or so of this torture she was beside herself with pain. Vixen thrashed desperately, tugging uselessly at her restraints, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop the abuse. Her pretty features were creased with anguish, and she was biting down into her sweaty mouth-gag in an attempt to manage the continuing pain.

The agony now threatening to overwhelm her, Vixen tried to tilt her head forwards, pushing painfully against her metal neck-collar, in an attempt to head-butt Raven and make her stop. The rather pitiful end result of this was a feeble tap of her forehead against Raven’s backside. This did, at least, get the bigger girl’s attention.
“Hey, what’s this?” she mocked. “You don’t like this game? You want me to sit on your face again instead??”
Vixen gave a muffled cry of despair. “Ooh, I’ll take that as a yes!!” grinned Raven.

The full-figured, olive-skinned latina raised herself up off the chair and shuffled backwards, leaving her ass hovering ominously above Vixen’s upturned features.
‘Oh, God, no, not again...’ Vixen thought miserably. Her self-pity was cut short as Raven swiftly brought her bare bottom back down into Vixen’s face. The brunette cackled as she gleefully resumed what was fast becoming her favourite pastime. Leaning backwards, Raven put her full weight into the move, engulfing her victim in hot, sticky flesh, robbing her of fresh air yet again.

“You make a really good seat, you know” the brunette callously observed. She started to rock backwards and forwards, mouth curling upwards in a grin as she rubbed her bare ass into her enemy’s face. With cruel enthusiasm, she continued this nasty, heavy grind, subjecting Vixen to another long, fetid, humiliating smother. The redhead groaned despairingly as the facesit left her breathless, and slowly mashed yet more of her rival’s body odour straight into her face. Vixen shuddered, toes curling as she endured well over a minute of this punishment. The brunette’s big, sweaty backside was all but glued to her, crushing her senseless in a horrible fleshy prison.

Raven laughed heartily as she watched her opponent suffer, warming to the sight of Vixen’s pained, pathetic struggling. The curvy latina arched her back and ran a hand through her hair, ecstatic at her total dominance. Raven had been craving revenge against her smaller, red-haired enemy, and this was more than living up to her expectations. The feel of her rival’s face squashed up against her ass was both satisfying and sensual in equal measure. Raven continued to slowly grind her hips, luxuriating in her power, control, and the suffering she was causing. This was pure, unadulterated pleasure; the voluptuous girl bit her lip as she felt the enjoyment begin to get the better of her.

Raven was initially surprised at these first stirrings of desire, but, with a wicked grin, she decided to indulge her kinky thoughts. The voluptuous brunette leant forwards, peeling her ass up off of Vixen’s face. The smaller girl, reeling from the prolonged smother, was relieved to find herself free of the gruelling facesit. Vixen’s relief was short-lived, though, as Raven then shuffled backwards, jamming her pussy straight into Vixen’s face. The redhead cringed at this new humiliation, emitting an indignant, muffled shriek. Her position was unbearably degrading, with Raven’s naked crotch now pressing hard against her features. Vixen was overwhelmed with disgust as her rival’s womanhood rubbed all over her upturned face; it felt hot and moist, with the occasional scratch of pubic hair against her skin. The gagged girl twisted and turned, trying desperately to avoid this latest unpleasant debasement, but of course she was completely at
 Raven’s mercy and could do nothing to escape her predicament.

Raven continued this vulgar move with a cruel, measured slowness, stretching out her own gratification whilst maximising her victim’s suffering. The gagged girl groaned in feeble protest as Raven’s pussy was ground straight into her face, over and over again. It was incredibly hot and sweaty in between the big brunette’s thighs; with her face jammed up against her opponent’s moist pussy, Vixen’s features were given a thorough coating in its damp, sticky wetness. The redhead grimaced, forced to breathe in the heavy scent of her rival’s sex as it was mashed into her face. The petite beauty was abused like this for several long, humiliating minutes, each moment feeling like an eternity as she struggled with a faceful of pussy.

Raven purred contentedly as she carried out this wickedly sexy manoeuvre, gyrating her hips and rubbing her groin across the contours of Vixen’s face. Her sensitivity increasing, and her pussy moistening, Raven shivered with pleasure each time Vixen’s nose pressed up against her womanhood, stimulating her with a delicious slowness. Any reservations she had about the extreme intimacy of this position were quickly dispelled as her body embraced the arousing move; in fact, the kink increased her enjoyment, as she demonstrated her ultimate dominance over Vixen and used her as a private plaything.

On and on the crotch grind went, Raven’s excitement gradually increasing, until the voluptuous babe felt the beginnings of an orgasm building between her legs. Licking her lips, the busty brunette sat upright, once again squashing Vixen’s head beneath her full weight. The redhead’s nose pressed deep inside the latina’s wet pussy; Raven’s fleshy butt cheeks quivered as she bounced up and down on her victim’s features. After such a prolonged build-up, Raven was now gripped with lust, and the onrushing climax felt absolutely massive. The olive-skinned domme gave a long, satisfied moan as she came heavily, right in Vixen’s face, for several long, exquisite moments.

Reeling from her intense orgasm, Raven sat back, taking a fullweight seat on her enemy’s face and squashing her with her damp, sticky crotch and ass. The big-chested babe sighed happily, lost in a warm, content glow, sparing no thought for the hapless girl beneath her. Poor Vixen’s position was not at all pleasant... her face was covered in a thick coating of pussy juice and sweat, which was now being mashed into her skin by yet another smothering facesit. Raven’s big, curvy body was hot and tired from her kinky exertions, her face flustered and pink, her glistening skin perspiring freely. The flesh filling Vixen’s face was now oppressively warm and sticky, adding to her nasty, breathless torment. Senses reeling, the petite beauty moaned into her mouth-gag as she struggled with the torrid, overwhelming ass-smother.

Raven smiled happily, utterly content, imagining the suffering of the unfortunate girl beneath her. A whole minute passed, with the buxom brunette keeping her hot, sweaty backside firmly planted on her enemy’s face. Poor Vixen was utterly aghast as she was forced to endure this gruelling punishment, squashed, smothered and completely humiliated. Starved of any fresh air, her lungs began to burn, and her crushed head became sickeningly dizzy. Raven, though, was in no mood to let her opponent breathe. Instead she sat back, subjecting Vixen to well over two minutes of damp, sticky smothering. Eventually, unable to take any more, the little redhead finally succumbed to the unpleasant facesit, her tortured senses slipping into darkness yet again.

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Vixen slowly came to with an unhappy groan. Her mouth felt even drier than before, and was still crammed full of the foul-tasting swimsuit. Her pretty green eyes slowly came back into focus as she tried to assess her surroundings. Her heart sank as she realised she was still strapped to the accursed leather armchair, though at least there was no weight atop her naked body, or any pain between her splayed legs. With nothing to endure other than a splitting headache, the flame-haired girl stared at the ceiling for several minutes, wondering nervously what her tormentor was doing.

Vixen wasn’t left alone for long. Raven soon returned, setting a bottle of wine and a tub of popcorn down on the table beside the armchair. As Vixen frowned, the naked latina leant over the bound girl, her big olive breasts dangling down into her face, and spoke softly into her ear.
“I hope you didn’t think this was over – believe me, honey, the evening is only just beginning” hissed Raven, with malicious glee. “I’m going to face-sit the absolute living fuck out of you. I hope you’re good at holding your breath, because from now on, you’re nothing but my seat.” She looked down at her enemy’s terrified green eyes and smiled. “That’s right... you’re going to regret ever crossing me. You know, Vix, I once had reason to face-sit someone for the best part of two hours straight...” Raven grinned at the memory. “That was a few years ago now, and I’m definitely looking to break my record with you. Maybe even double it!”

Vixen winced and tugged uselessly at her restraints as she realised the scale of the trouble she was in. She couldn’t quite believe how she’d ended up in this awful position – bound, gagged, and completely at the mercy of a large and vengeful smother enthusiast. She prayed desperately that this nightmare would end, but with Raven turning to stand over her in a reverse straddle, it looked like she was in for a whole lot of trouble. Slowly, surely, the full-figured latin lowered her big bare ass down towards Vixen’s upturned face, her broad, fleshy buttocks covered in stale sweat. The petite redhead cringed at the sight, utterly dismayed... then Raven was on her, plunging her ass down and engulfing Vixen’s head. The gagged girl shuddered miserably as those wide, rounded butt-cheeks were pressed heavily into her face.

Raven happily wriggled her hips, making sure her victim was firmly ensconced in the punishing naked facesit. Enjoying herself, the voluptuous girl spent the next several minutes rubbing her big, sexy butt cheeks all over her victim’s features. The captive redhead squealed helplessly as she endured the gruelling ass grind. Sometimes her nostrils would be squashed shut by Raven’s bare, sweaty buttocks, smothering Vixen for long, dreadful periods... but as her aching, breathless lungs felt as though they couldn’t take any more, Raven’s backside would slide forwards and allow Vixen a quick breath of fetid air. Thus the ginger girl clung onto consciousness as the minutes slowly passed, albeit in a state of constant distress. For fifteen minutes Vixen endured the indignity of having Raven’s ample ass mashed continuously in her face; each second of this punishment was utterly excruciating, and it felt like an eternity. Surely Raven would tire of this
 soon?

Vixen’s hope of a reprieve was sorely misplaced: this first quarter-hour of ass grinding was just the beginning, as Raven settled in for the long haul. Resting comfortably atop her victim’s face, Raven sat back and slowly poured herself a large glass of wine, enjoying the feel of her enemy’s features beneath her hot, sweaty ass. For several long minutes, the latina sipped at her drink, gently rocking back and forth as she listened to Vixen’s pleading, smothered groans. The petite redhead was forced to take another fifteen minutes of humiliating facesitting like this, languishing beneath the bigger girl’s clammy, overwhelming butt cheeks, totally dominated by her buxom opponent.

Unfortunately for poor Vixen, Raven was just getting started. Comfortably positioned on top of her prey in a heavy reverse facesit, the full-figured brunette was in no hurry to go anywhere. She leant back, subjecting Vixen to the full, smothering weight of her broad, fleshy ass, and reached for the TV remote. Raven absent-mindedly began flicking through the channels as she continued to use her enemy’s face as a seat. Resting snugly in the armchair, the sexy latin babe smiled dreamily, enjoying her long dominance over the hapless redhead. As the soft, muffled cries of Vixen’s anguish continued, Raven simply raised the volume on the TV, callously ignoring her victim’s plight. The voluptuous girl wiggled her wide ass, grabbed her snacks, and settled in for the evening.

Poor Vixen was now set up for some hellishly long punishment. Locked in a sticky, crushing ass-smother, the assault on her senses became worse with each passing second. Yet her tormentor was clearly in no mood to stop – with TV and drinks to amuse her, Raven was now in for the long haul. The bigger girl gently rocked her big bare butt back and forth over her enemy’s features, flooding her face with grinding, sweaty flesh. The occasional break in the torrid facesit would allow Vixen to snatch some air, but throughout this extended torture, the trapped redhead knew she completely was at the mercy of her opponent’s ass. Humiliation and suffering threatened to overwhelm the smaller girl as, with an almost infinite slowness, the minutes dragged into hours; all the while her pretty, gagged features stayed firmly pressed up between her rival’s butt cheeks.

As time wore on, Raven became increasingly light-headed, as the twin pleasures of inflicting suffering, and good wine, buoyed her cheerfully cruel spirits. More than once, she let herself get distracted from the ongoing facesit, and completely forgot about her rival’s need for oxygen. Face sealed in her enemy’s ass, Vixen’s disgust would turn to panic as the fullweight facesitting robbed her of air and the hot, unyielding smother left her no chance to breathe. Her imprisoned senses screamed as the life was drained from her... Raven would usually remember about her victim in time, shuffling her butt and allowing Vixen a few fetid lungfuls of air, dragging the reeling redhead back to consciousness, before resuming the languorous ass grind on her face. Sometimes, though, the busty brunette would forget about her seat altogether, leaving Vixen stuck in a firm smother for well over two minutes. The petite girl could do nothing but squirm in panic and
 pain as she slid into awful oblivion.

At various points in the evening, Vixen would awake from one of these overlong facesit smothers, only to find her face still jammed full of sweaty ass flesh, and her ongoing punishment continuing. She completely lost track of time, and it felt to the poor shackled girl like her torture would be endless. Her dignity and fighting spirit were being slowly squashed into nothing; the pervasive scent of her enemy’s body odour and the claustrophobia of her heavy, fleshy prison were driving her out of her mind. The impish redhead had been put firmly in her place, but even this new, forced humility would not save her from further suffering. Broken and helpless, the unfortunate slave languished in the reverse facesit for well over four hours, her cruel tormentor revelling in her awful predicament. Raven had been true to her word, and subjected Vixen to an extraordinary amount of bare-assed smothering. The poor ginger girl had been put through hell, courtesy of
 Raven’s broad, curvy hips, and her gorgeously round, though unpleasantly sweaty, olive-skinned butt cheeks.

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Having endured this excruciatingly long facesitting session, Vixen was utterly ruined. It was late into the night before Raven eventually peeled her ample rear up off Vixen’s face, though not before knocking the smaller girl out cold with one last, heavy, fullweight smother. The flame-haired beauty had been put to sleep an awful lot tonight, and had started to doubt whether she could even survive her horrendous punishment. Finally, though, Vixen awoke, free of the reverse facesit.

She should have been relieved, but by this late hour Vixen felt so wretched, it hardly made any difference to her. She was still naked, and strapped to the leather armchair in her hopelessly vulnerable position. Her head and lungs ached terribly, still suffering the after-effects of prolonged oxygen deprivation. The worn black slingshot bikini still filled her mouth, and her pretty nose felt like it had been squashed flat by the weight of Raven’s fleshy round ass cheeks. A nasty layer of sweat and other fluids was smeared across her face, feeling damp and sticky as it slowly dried onto her skin. Vixen grimaced, disgusted at her position, her nostrils still full of her rival’s lingering body odour. She felt sick, helpless, and completely beaten.

“mmnngghhh....” the battered redhead groaned miserably through her fetid gag.
“Ooh, good, you’re awake!!” chuckled Raven from across the room.
Stabs of fear hit Vixen as she heard her enemy’s voice – she had hoped her ordeal was over, but now she was dreading yet more punishment. Raven came over and stared down at her captive form. Vixen realised she must have been out cold for a while, as the big brunette had showered and changed. Seeing Raven dressed and refreshed made the redhead very conscious of her sweaty, naked and bedraggled state.

“Well, we’ve been up very late tonight, so I’m afraid it’s time for me to leave” smiled the olive-skinned girl. “Don’t worry, though, I’ve got some parting gifts for you...”
With an evil grin, Raven produced a pair of nipple clamps, and fastened them to her opponent’s upturned breasts. Vixen shuddered as the cold metal pressed against her skin, then gave a muffled wail as her nipples were painfully pinched. She squirmed helplessly, but there was no escaping the steady pain now attacking her tortured, sensitive flesh. Raven cackled harshly at her victim’s suffering.

As Vixen was still reeling from the attack on her bare breasts, Raven presented her with her next evil toy – a large, black, wicked-looking vibrator. Through her existing pain, Vixen’s green eyes widened in fear, and the gagged girl shook her head anxiously. Her desperate protests were to no avail; smiling, Raven moved the long, hard device downwards and brought it up between Vixen’s splayed thighs. The redhead struggled, but the restraints on her ankles kept her legs wide apart, and she could do nothing to defend herself against this degrading attack. She shuddered as the sex toy pushed up against her crotch, then slowly slid inside her parted pussy. Without any sympathy, Raven pushed the vibrator’s shaft deep inside her rival’s womanhood, smiling cruelly at Vixen’s obvious discomfort. The latin girl licked her lips as she prepared to begin Vixen’s final humiliation.

Her victim fully violated, Raven switched the device on, then stepped back to observe the effect. The low electric hum of the vibrator filled the room, along with Vixen’s muffled wail of distress. The redhead writhed in anguish as, insider her, the sex toy thudded painfully against her sensitive skin. Invasive and relentless, the device buzzed away; the bound girl groaned as she knew there was no escaping this torture.

“Mmm, having fun there, Vix?” mocked Raven.
The unfortunate victim tried to ignore her enemy’s taunts, but it was no use. As the vibrator continued to fuck her, the flame-haired beauty felt herself become unwillingly aroused. She moaned in anguish, and tried to fight the mechanical stimulation, biting hard against her sweaty mouth-gag. However, Vixen could do nothing but delay the inevitable, as she slowly found herself being overcome by the sex toy. Her delicate features flushed red as, despite her pain and suffering, she was brought to the edge of orgasm. She groaned miserably as her artificial arousal reached its climax, feeling utterly mortified as she was forced to come in front of her hated foe.

Raven added insult to injury by laughing cruelly at her slave. “See, I knew you’d enjoy yourself, bitch!!”
Vixen screwed her eyes shut in utter despair, all resolve draining out of her, all too aware that she had been completely dominated. She tried to block out her rival’s leering taunts, the burning pain in her breasts, and the dull, continuous thud of the vibrator in her wet pussy. Raven, though, bent down and took a firm grip of her captive’s face, forcing Vixen to look straight into her eyes.
“Well, thank you for a lovely evening” the luscious latin grinned. “I do enjoy teaching upstart whores a lesson or two. You make an excellent slave, and a wonderful smother toy... and if you EVER cross me again, I’ll make sure you get a permanent position as my bitch. Just think about that for the rest of the night. Bye, honey!”

Raven released her grip on Vixen’s face and headed for the door. The shackled redhead emitted an anxious squeal – she was still bound and gagged with clamps on her nipples and the vibrator buzzing between her thighs. She really didn’t want to be left like this!
“Oh, yeah, don’t worry Vix” smiled Raven. “I put fresh batteries in that vibrator, it should last you a good eight or ten hours at least. Enough to see you through the night anyway... and probably most of tomorrow as well...”
Laughing cruelly, Raven left and locked the dressing room door behind her. With despair, Vixen realised she would have to endure several more hours of torment, alone and helpless, trapped in this awful, degrading position – an excruciating end to her hellish night of suffering.

Poor Vixen had borne the full brunt of Raven’s vengeance tonight. Firmly shackled and utterly defenceless, she had been shown no mercy by her larger foe, her petite body receiving a thorough pummelling. Her torture had been psychological as much as physical, as Raven gagged her with her sweaty wrestling costume, then smothered her with her pungent bare feet. This, though, had been nothing compared to the horrendous facesitting session Raven had subjected her to. The full weight of the voluptuous latin crushing her head, those big, bare ass cheeks grinding into her face... the cruel, endless smothering had been unbearable. Trapped and humiliated for several long hours, poor Vixen had been dominated like never before. Even now, she had no idea when she would be free, left shackled and alone with the vibrator and nipple clamps, in continual torment.

The impish little redhead had paid a heavy price tonight for attacking her larger opponent. The flame-haired beauty had almost succeeded in bending Raven to her will, but the full-figured latina had ultimately come out on top. Once in control, the big-chested brunette had been free to get even with her enemy, subjecting the losing girl to the full wrath of her sadistic, pent-up anger. Vixen’s torture had been long, nasty, kinky, and, in Raven’s eyes, utterly deserved. The petite girl had been made to suffer an incredible amount of abuse before Raven had finally been satisfied – making Vixen learn a very unpleasant and very thorough lesson. You really did not want to be on the receiving end of Raven’s revenge!