Cobra Kai - Pussies | By : salarta Category: 1 through F > Cobra Kai Views: 7907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's Note: Hi! I started this story back in January and never managed to finish it until now. It is, as you might expect, incredibly absurd but I went with it. The combination of season 3 loving to throw the word pussy around as an insult, Tory leaning into her role as a bully on the show, and Amanda and Carmen's life situations being prime for exploitation can be blamed for this fic. Enjoy!
"Fear does not exist in this dojo. Pain does not exist in this dojo. DEFEAT does not exist in this dojo. You are here to study the way of the fist. The moment you walk through those doors, you're one of two things. You're either a cobra... or a pussy."
All eyes turned to two women. Both wore the shameful pink karategi, a design of those fat puffy lips stitched onto their backs. It wasn't just an insult anymore. It was a title held by the two lowest ranking members of Cobra Kai.
By choice. Neither wanted to learn the way of the fist. They didn't even know one lesson's worth of karate. But when Cobra Kai offered stacks of cash to solve their problems, they took it. No bargains. No questions. Just a few signatures on pieces of paper, and each of them had exactly what they needed. One for her family's failing business. The other, mounting debt that only grew bigger every day.
This was the price. On their hands and knees, they paused from scrubbing floors to sit up and greet their new masters.
"Hi, I'm-"
"SILENCE!" Tory shouted, grasping the ends of her black belt. "You will speak only when spoken to."
"Yes, senpai," the woman said. She bowed to show her fealty, pressing her big white forehead against the ground. Her long brown hair cascaded off her shoulders in well-groomed waves along the dojo mat. Her bracelets jingled, black nail polish shining in the light. Remnants of classier attire from her other life as a washed-up local car mogul.
A pause blanketed the air. Stretched for seconds, until a glare from Tory sent the other woman down where she belonged. Her own kinky, wavy dark strands joined her fellow pussy's. They mingled. Roots to tips. Reminders of their shared burden, as a static sizzle passed between them to the shared middle space where their former lives no longer mattered.
Although this pussy's rising butt certainly set her apart in one respect. Its thickness proved an ample soapbox for the foot that soon settled on it. Testing the firmness of its owner's pose, Tory dug her heel into a bulging cheek and went on with her lesson.
"You might have recognized one of these women from your day to day lives. She's been in commercials and owns a fancy car dealership with branches all over LA. Out there, her name is Amanda LaRusso. In here, her name is Cunt."
Amanda didn't budge. Seething under her mess of moppy locks, she endured their whispers with the tact of a delicate hostess feigning pleasantries. Their gossip would spread in time. Gossip she could deny in polite circles before returning to her private shame. Like a lover in an affair, she snuck around to secure her family's future while her husband and daughter enjoyed the high life back home. Oblivious to her moonlighting as Tory's karate bitch.
"It's less likely you've seen our other pussy. She's the mother of Cobra Kai's former champion, before..." Tory stopped herself. With so much baggage, she really didn't want to explain. Besides, if these new students found themselves here, they likely already knew. "Anyway, you won't know her unless you're a huge fan of hospitals. Her name is Carmen Diaz. Her day job is an X-ray technician, but when she walks in here, she's nothing but another mewling Quim."
Resigned. Carmen's whole body screamed resignation. Long hours at machines, barely making enough for their shitty apartment in Reseda, had her running ragged already. This side job added more to her plate. Emotions blurred and numbed into a focus on doing what they told her. As long as they kept paying her bills.
A problem Tory didn't have. Unlike them, her arrangement with the dojo made her stronger, freer, able to pursue her dreams and indulge her deepest desires. Including one she had right now.
"Cunt," she ordered. "Present."
Amanda hopped to her feet. She could see the stifled chuckles, her gaze darting and brows scrunched with worry. Her lips parted a smidge. She could feel it. A heat on her back, as if something lay in wait to pounce. On edge. Senses tingling. She got her answer when a swift kick behind her knee dropped her. An arm wrapped around her neck, catching her in a firm choke hold.
"This is what being a pussy gets you. You're out at night, having a good time, when someone comes up from behind and decides to have their own fun with you. What are you going to do, Cunt?"
Nothing. Amanda did nothing. Even as Tory slipped a hand under her jacket and felt her up, Amanda writhed against her captor like a helpless damsel in front of a good twenty students. She could have escaped. Daniel taught her at least that much, for her own safety. But she played her part, scowling as she glanced down at her chest. The occasional tussle of fabric on the outside did little to show Tory's actions inside. Rubbing, pinching, squeezing, this assault ran the gamut of teasing her poor abused nipple and snaking pleasure across her once haughty flatness. She gasped when a titty twister sent shivers up her spine. Aching for more. When Tory salted the wound.
"What small tits you have. Are you sure you're an adult?"
She burned a brighter shade of crimson as they laughed. Some more freely. Others less so. All trapped by the sight before them. Class, brains, poise, everything about her stripped away into this pathetic figure drooping in Tory's grasp. She had little recourse now but to beg.
"P-please, senpai," Amanda asked. "I'm going to-"
"Going to what?"
A smirk. A tease. One flick of a stiff brown nub as it slid into view, and Tory had the comeuppance she sorely desired, shoving the loser toward her real students. Before Amanda could even fix herself, Tory left a withering look that kept the karate mom's hands at her sides. Allowing all of them, every last one, a chance to savor the sight of a grown woman's breast openly bared.
The first of many rewards for staying with Cobra Kai.
"As you can see, karate is about more than kicking high or winning tournaments. It's about having some respect for yourself. If you know karate, you know how to keep it. That brings us to the next lesson. Quim, your turn."
Carmen shambled upright. Weary. She remembered this part, and as a taller woman, she took on Tory's role of mere moments ago. Choke hold in place. Then, the reversal. With all her weight, Tory flipped Carmen over her shoulder, sending the single mother to the ground on her back with a flop and loud huff.
But Tory didn't stop there. In seconds, she had her toes chafing Carmen's lips, the arch of her sole pressed to Carmen's nose. Drawing circles, until every inch of those beautiful Latina features received a slather of her wet warmth. That creamy soft skin felt absolutely divine. Like a lotion on her foot, soothing its roughness with her victim's face. The young girl dominated her charge. And Carmen laid still, taking it like a good pussy.
"Lick," Tory ordered.
Carmen obeyed. Staring up past Tory's heel, she swept along and between, dipping into the curves. She watched for that satisfied glint. The one where Tory went from simply using her to savoring her sloppy tongue bath. Relaxed muscles. Calmer breaths. Signs of how well she pleased the girl above and beyond her call of duty and sealed herself as this dojo's premier foot slut. For money. Pleasure meant pay, the more the better. So when Tory's big toe entered her mouth, she sucked. Eliciting a wickedly delighted grin bound to add a bonus to her weekly check. Fake moaning around the fatness, Carmen shuddered at its taste but swallowed it along with her pride.
"When you have power, real power, you can take what you want. Cobra Kai will teach you how."
Lesson given, she wiped with Carmen's hair and shifted focus. To Amanda.
Already, delicious fear crept in the older woman's posture. Confidence from age slipped into sagging shoulders, a slack jaw, lines wrinkling her cheeks and forehead. Too weak to fight, unable to flee, Amanda froze while Tory closed the distance.
"Can we skip this one?" Amanda asked. "I'm not ready."
Tory answered by sweeping her leg - with a twist. Instead of letting the woman fall, she grabbed a wrist, yanked forward, and guided Amanda's head straight into the hot sweaty embrace of her armpit.
This left Amanda leaning backward. Nails clawing into Tory, face flushed as she breathed in her master's raunchy scent. She could almost faint as it flooded her nostrils. It burned sharp. Crisping the outside of her pert nose. More potent than any designer perfume she wore on the showroom floor, it pushed out those kinder, gentler fragrances in her mind to become the one and only master of its domain. She knew Tory now. Knew her by the wetness soaking her chin. Knew her by the lingering smell of her own failure, sinking deeper, thicker, staining what remained of her dignity. Nestled snugly in that crease.
"The enemy won't wait until you're ready. You have to be ready for them. If you're not, you'll end up like her."
Then, suddenly, Tory dropped her. Stepped on her chest. Revealed Amanda's other breast while laying claim to it like a soldier planting her flag in war. Her toe rolled around the edges of Mrs. LaRusso's horny teat, jutting upward as it did like the cap of a hill. The tiniest of hills. A firm peak hardly big enough for ants. She dug that toe into its tip, reveling in how her victim squirmed. She had power. Real power. Able to make grown women twice her age into her bitches with a few quick moves. From brow raises and scrunches to lip curls, Amanda made no secret of her deep discomfort at being so thoroughly owned by a girl her own daughter's age - and rival at that. And Tory loved every second. Including the very second she unzipped the crotch of her pants.
The look of sheer horror on Amanda while staring directly at it was pure bliss for Tory. No words needed to explain what came next. Or who. But before that...
She reached over. Grabbed and wrenched Carmen's arm the very moment she stood, driving her forward until she bent over from the strain. Side by side. Face to Face. Putting all three in perfect position for her final lesson.
"Please, please don't, not again," Carmen begged. In vain. For as Tory's grin spread wide, so did Carmen, when Tory's hand reached her supple cheeks. A firm squeeze parted those legs. Commanding. Forceful. As if the act itself sent an order through Carmen's body and made her obey. The gasp when Tory's fingers reached the woman's slit shocked all but that pussy's owner, who wasted no time in using it for the well-worn prop it was.
"This dojo has three rules," Tory shouted. "Strike first."
She dipped inside. Shallow. Tickling Carmen's clit, bringing the lightest hint of rosy pink to her victim's pallor. Those little fidgets within her grasp were only the beginning. A warning of something greater. She drew her hand back. Bulging the seat of Carmen's karategi. Allowing those who glanced in the mirrors to get a good look before announcing this next step with pride.
"Strike hard."
She slammed her quim like a hammer. Deep. To the knuckles. Between the writhing and moans, Tory knew she had Carmen's pussy eating out of her hand. Those lips clamped tight and sucked like their lives depended on taking in the cock they thought Tory offered. They persisted even when Tory removed herself, leaving them to flex and gape for something beyond their reach. A rush of lust had Carmen groaning for just another touch. Just another feel. Hoping for its fix.
Tory left kept her waiting. Letting her students see the pathetic mother of one at her basest. Then, she said it. Those fateful words. The ones both women dreaded with every demonstration.
"No mercy."
She didn't stop. Ever. Pounding that pussy with lightning speed, she had Carmen shaking from her first orgasm in seconds. Like a world record of zero to climax, Tory poured her all into making Carmen squeal.
"Oh, oh, oh god," Carmen cried between thrusts. Her ass bounced. Her thighs quaked. Her entire body worked into a carnal froth. Tears of want and shame crested in the corners of her eyes. Sleazy, sweating, she bucked into the hand as it turned her dark vulva a few shades redder. From more than friction. "That's... that's enough..."
"I'll tell you when it's enough," Tory barked.
But Carmen was only one half of this equation. She met the other by lowering herself. Dragging Carmen down with her. Rolling her hips until her cunt slotted neatly into place on its namesake.
Amanda couldn't move. Pinned under Tory's weight. Face caught between two thick legs, nose buried in Tory's fat mons, makeup smearing from the heat. She mumbled into the muff against her mouth. Mumbles turned to panic, then screams, as Amanda raged into her next meal. A point Tory made after flicking Amanda's tit til she went silent.
"Eat what you are," Tory growled.
Amanda pressed her own lips to Tory's. Her tongue slid along its freshly shaved stubble. Cautiously. As if testing waters it didn't want to tread. Inch by agonizing inch, it rippled on her buds in her slow journey toward its center. Big and full, that pussy demanded her service when it sensed her at its apex and drew her in. Never before had she tasted another woman - girl, to be exact - but it sweltered to the point of melting. Equal parts steamy and slick, it destroyed her favorite sushi to reign supreme. She didn't want to admit it. She was a good wife, a happy wife, plenty content with her sex life. But in her darkest thoughts, she loved everything about Tory's cunt.
She licked longer. Closer. Trying her best to coax more of its wonders. As she did, she stared up past Tory's butt at the ordeal of her fellow Pussy. Watching those fingers piston made her own loins twitch. The ruthless assault had Carmen's snatch drizzling on her forehead, drumming to the same rhythm that made the Latina's wide ass ripple. She saw these details from below. A front row seat to a show harsher than her dirtiest porn. Her own legs crossed as she imagined going raw.
Her sympathy faded when Tory came in her mouth. It flooded forth, filling fast. She gulped furiously to keep pace but quickly found herself outmatched. On every level. Too rapid. Too thick. A torrent clogged her throat. Couldn't gasp. Couldn't moan. Couldn't breathe. Desperate for air, she clung to Tory's thighs like a fighter begging to tap out.
To no avail. She couldn't escape. Tory wouldn't let her. It took little time before this onslaught had her reeling. Blinking. Her arms went slack, then her legs, then finally her jaw, until she passed out beneath her better. Drenched to her neck in the results of her hard work.
Leaving one.
Carmen's wavy locks tossed about in a wild mess. Feral with desire. Marred and undone by her son's ex, learning for herself just how expert Tory could be at more than fighting. Her knees buckled, tucked beneath her, backside hanging out like a centerpiece in some art display. She slid forward. Too tired to move, wailing into Cobra Kai's filthy dojo mat. Despite her years, nothing prepared her for this. In a battle of wills, Tory knew how to please a Pussy better than Carmen herself. It still yearned for that touch, wet and needy, when she went slack and joined Amanda in defeat.
Tory pulled out. Dripping from hand and quim. Zipping her pants, she stepped off her Pussies and toward her students. If anything truly impressed them, it was her calm. Not one shallow breath from their senpai, even after knocking out Cunt and Quim.
"A true Cobra can use these lessons anywhere. After all," she said, lightly kicking her downed foes. "The world is full of Pussies."
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