The Metal Will Live On

Styx had been joking, just a bit, when she 'threatened' Anne with the possiblity of doing her hard in front of the passerbys. Not that she had a problem with modesty - as much as she hated all the little sexpots in the AFW, her beefs with them didn't stem from some their willingness to fuck out in the open. But most girls would've been mortified at the idea, and Styx thought she could stir a little fear in Anne with it. Heighten the mood.

Well, the mood was heightened. Just not in the way she expected.

"You're not just a dirty slut." Styx ran her tongue along the ridges of Anne's ear, perfectly tracing it all the way down to the center. "You're my dirty slut. Come here."

Styx stood up and dragged Anne along with her. Her hand had to, unfortunately, quit its work underneath the pants, but she'd only be ignoring that particular region for a moment, and what she had in mind would be a different improvement.

She held Anne closed and brought her hands around behind the smaller girl, grabbing two handfuls of ass and sinking her claws in deep. Groping, holding her up, lifting her as she rose, she accentuated the rough manuever with an even rougher, smashing their lips together with the same feverish ferocity she'd had at the beginning.

With her grip tight and their lips locked, Styx drove forward and made out with Anne every step of the way, ramming her back into a pillar nearby pillar in front of the tunnel. Gasps and giggles could be heard all around them, but Styx didn't bother to actually look at any of them to see the reaction. No, she wanted as many senses devoted to Anne as physically possible, focusing squarely on her as she brought up her thigh and started to work it against the little rocker's eager sex. Slowly at first. Then faster. Then faster, still...

Much to River's surprise, and perhaps her delight, one of the reasons Anne had joined the AFW was that she had become something of an exhibitionist. It had started innocently enough, with a few dirty selfies in school that got handed around by indiscreet lovers, then a progression of acts of public indecency. All of this culminated with a penchant for lurid acts, simulated or otherwise, on stage during her brief musical career. Mix that with her violent tendencies, and well... Voila, as they say.

As those wandering fingers slipped from between her thighs the little rocker let out a shameless and longing groan. The removal of her source of pleasure seemed to immediately restore Anne to her senses and she nearly leaped to her feet as the older girl pulled her up. A sharp gasp stole from her lips as those fiendish claws dug into her round ass lifting her up into a ravenous kiss. Revitalized, Anne returned the hungry kiss amidst a cascade of sloppy grunts and moans as they blindly worked their way out onto the platform proper. The meeting with the pillar pushed another low grunt from the rainbow haired girl as she still worked to lose herself in the kiss and those grasping hands. The rising thigh between her legs prompted renewed whimpers and the occasional snort from Anne as she threw one leg up around River's hip to give her less restricted access to her body. Her own devious hands wound their way around to the lower back of her new best friend, with a brief but sensual caress they ran up under her top until they could feel shoulder blades. Then with a low growl rumbling up from her throat dragged her nails all the way back down.

The crowd on the platform clearly tried their best to stifle their reactions to the show being put on for them. Some turned to look away, a few walked off in disgust to wait for another train; while others clasped their hands over their mouths to quiet giggles and gasps. The artificial shutter click of a few cellphone cameras could be heard. Anne couldn't help but let her half lidded eyes drift over in their direction with a renewed blush and to moan just a little louder as if just to add to the spectacle.

Styx still wasn't paying too much attention to the onlookers, fucking as if they weren't even in the room...or really, as if they were. So far as she could tell, it wouldn't have made a damn day's difference to either her or Anne if they were or not. If anything, they could've done this in a more public place. Really got some eyes rolling and made more than a few faces blush.

As it was, though, Styx was satisfied, and if the shutter clicks she heard were any indication, their show had drawn at least some appreciation.

Styx opened her mouth to say something - a quick quip, nothing more - but she was interrupted when Anne's sharp fingernails scraped away at the skin of her shoulders, leaving a path of torn skin in their wake and adding another mark to the plethora of scars that were already there. Whatever funny little thing she was going to say, it was instantly forgotten and replaced with something far more tawdry. "That's what I like." She pressed their foreheads together and stared into Anne's eyes with a manic smile. "Harder."

She began to thrust against the little rocker's body with more rhythm, picking up the pace and heating up the grind. With the increased pressure, it was a lot easier to hold her body still against the pillar, and that opened up all sorts of options that Styx immediately took advantage of. She kept one of her hands firmly gripped on that tight, luscious ass and continued to grope away, but the other hand moved back around to the front and ran up Anne's side. Those tasty little tits had gone unmolested for far too long.

She began to work one of Anne's breasts before her hand once more, but this time she paid special attention to the nipple. Twerking it. Teasing it. Rubbing it. Working it. Pressing it every way she could imagine to do with five fingers, relentlessly manipulating it like her new, favorite toy.

"I still want that scream..." She brought her teeth to Anne's neck and slowly started to bite down, sinking her fangs in deeper and deeper...

Blue on blue, Anne's eyes locked with River's with a fixed gaze of shared mania. Pert breasts heaved and roiled with each fiery gasp that issued from her lungs. She was like a dog in heat, fully yielding to her most basic and depraved instincts, and loving every minute of it. At the husky urging of her partner in crime the girls' slender fingers clutched down hard on River's sides just above her hips.

The furtive wandering of River's hand beneath the thin layer of white cotton sent a little shiver up the young rocker's spine that pushed another throaty moan from her lips. As it wandered higher her body arched, her shoulders pushing against the column to lean in harder against the others thrusting hips, and clutching hands at the woman's flanks pulled her in harder still. This through the clothes shit was driving Anne mad, but slowly it was getting her there just the same; with the added assistance of the giggling and gasping onlookers.

It was only a few moments longer before both the abuse of her stiff nipple and the increased and reckless humping forced Anne to break the psychotic gaze she shared with River. Laying her head back against the coarse and unyielding column she began to release a series of loud, shameless moans. "Oh, fuck! That's it, bitch! You're gonna make me fucking cum!" Twisting and wriggling in the air her own hips began trusting frantically against the older girl with reckless abandon. When those teeth clamped down upon the tender flesh of her throat the teen's body collapsed back against the column again as a violent shivering began to run through her every muscle.

Wide eyed the girl made eye contact with her watches as her moans gave way to rising, inarticulate cries of pleasure. It wouldn't be long before River would get her scream at this rate. With both hands and one coiling leg Anne held on to the lean and powerful form of her playmate, bracing for her inevitable orgasm.

Styx told Anne to go harder, and Anne went harder. That sultry, rabid look in her eyes, the fiery furnace of her breath, the tight clawing at her side, the mingling heat of their bodies even through the clothing...it all came together to make a sinful cocktail that Styx was more than happy to drink all the way. She'd had some wild partners before, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't wish Anne had a little more girth to her. But she made up for it in so many other ways, it was hardly an issue.

She bit down harder, really dug her into the flesh, just to the point where it might become dangerous. That was the exact point where Styx let up and released Anne's neck, then ran her tongue over the poor, bruised flesh, delicious and delectable flesh. "Am I?" She dipped her tongue into the teeth marks. "This is just foreplay. I could take you home, rip these clothes, and just ride you all night long. Make you raw. Wouldn't even need my hands, see, because my tongue?" She ran it down Anne's chest, traced the collar of her shirt with it. "It gets the job done. Could taste so much of you."

Styx saw Anne looking off to the side, staring at the onlookers - funny, but not where she wanted that attention to be at the moment. Since her hands were busy taking in as much flesh as they could hold, she put her mouth to use again and kissed at the side of Anne's lips, suckling on them and trying to tempt her head towards her with the unspoken promise of a fuller, rougher, raunchier embrace.

Anne was close. So close. Styx could almost see her at the cliff, and that vision made her push even harder, move even faster, grip even tighter. She yanked down those troublesome cargo pants and brought her ass out into the fresh air, giving the crowd a full view of her panties. Not only that, but it meant that the only thing between Styx's thigh and Anne's pussy was a flimsy garment. Not much of an obstacle.

"Do it." She pressed against the little rocker's sex and ran her thigh all the way up it. A nice, long grind. "Fucking do it."

Feeling those teeth find deeper purchase in her throat Anne shut her eyes tight against the growing pain; at the same time she bit down on her own lower lip with a half muffled squeal of pleasure. Her hands grasped and fumbled dumbly now at River's back, running up beneath her shirt to indiscriminately claw. When the pressure of the other woman's jaws was finally released she gasped sharply and nearly lost control then and there.

Another long, loud, shuddering moan issued forth from Anne's lips as the exquisite agony of the bite was replaced by the delicate caress of that wet muscle across her bare and bruised skin. With a piqued and frustrated groan she continued to press herself wantonly against River's leg like a feral dog, "Uhhhn! That's it, bitch! I want you to fucking use me!" Turning her eyes towards the ceiling she began to shiver from head to toe as her climax built, making herself wait just as long as she could stand. "I want your tongue on every fucking inch of me!"

The presence of River's lips teasing at the corner of her mouth dropped Anne's jaw with lurid gasps. The girl craned her neck to follow those lips, desperate to engage them in a deep and savage kiss. Her endeavors, however, were interrupted as a new and sudden flush filled her already rosy cheeks. Her pants fell down, gathering around her ankles much to the delight of their spectators. The pressure of the woman's thigh against her wet panties was now even more unbearable, and as though her body followed River's command she completely lost control. "Oh shit! That's it! Uhn nyaaah! I'm, yaah, fucking cumming!" Her hips knocked against the other woman's leg with a savage rhythm as she screamed shamelessly in the echoing darkness of the subway platform, "Oh, River! Yes! Fucking take me, bitch!" Her juices flowed freely down her bare thighs, soaking her panties and likely leaving a damp patch on River's leg.

Styx let out a low, pleased, tawdry sigh as Anne's pants fell down around her legs, discarded as if they weren't even an issue. Yeah, this girl was definitely a keeper. The sort of girl she could bring home to mother, if her mother was completely deranged and perverted. The noise was a big part of it. Styx loved her girls when they were vocal, and Anne was about as loud as they came.

And speaking of coming...

Styx pressed hard into Anne as she went into a maddening thrash. Not just because she wanted to drive her crazy, not just because she wanted their bodies to be as close as physically possible, but because she had to in order to keep the crazed girl from bouncing away. Styx was proud of her ability to drive girls wild, but even she wasn't used to getting this sort of reaction. She could stifle a little laugh at it, but the predatory look on her face kept things in check.

"Yes." There it was. There was the scream that Styx had been clamoring for, aided by the accoustics of the tunnel. It was an amazing shriek, so loud and piercing that it left her ears ringing, and Styx swore she could've came right there on the spot with just a little more coaxing. But no. Not like this. She had to do it a special way, didn't she? Especially after a display like that.

"I think I win." Styx reached down and dipped her finger under Anne's panties, getting a fresh sample of her juices all over it. She brought it back up after a moment and licked it clean, without a second of hesitation. "Now, what should I take as my prize?" She tapped her chin, looking for all the world like it was a real question that needed answering.

Their little audience was gasping in shock and horror, or was that delight, as the two wrestlers brought this portion of their show to a close. Anne's pants caught around her ankles, stuck on her boots in a manner that resembled a pair of leg irons. Shivering from head to toe like an autumn leaf the petite punk clung to River with fingertips biting like claws into tender flesh. Letting the last orgasmic spasms wrack her body and releasing dwindling gasps and lurid moans.

Supple hips continued to grind absently, rubbing her soaking wet lace panties against her dominator's leg like a bitch in heat. Those wild eyes still stared up into River's like a couple of blue flames, far from mollified by her orgasm. Many girls her age would have fallen back with a swoon to pant breathlessly and long to cuddle, but Anarchy wanted more. Beyond that, it only increased her need to see River cum. "Mmmm... I dunno. That sure felt like I won." Shifting her undulating hips she lifted a bare thigh up to press it against the taller girl's crotch as best she could. With her head bowed slightly, forcing her to look up past her dark brows she licked her lips like a hungry jackal, "I want you to use my dirty fucking mouth until you cum all over my face like a little porn star slut." She wasn't sure if that was what River had in mind for a prize, but it was what she wanted and could only marginally care otherwise.

Now, this was interesting. And intriguing. An incredibly willing, sexually liberated, physically pleasing little lady that seemed quite interested in giving back to Styx everything she'd invested in their little match. What, oh what, was she to do with Anne?

She could barely feel the thought of her lover's thigh through her thick pans, but Styx moaned at what little sensation was there - it was the thought that countered, after all, and it did give her a few ideas. Height was the main problem, here. As they were, anything Anne did would be a pain for them both, forcing her to do awkward work. If Styx was going to be pleased, she would make sure that she got the best she could get.

"That what you want, huh?" Styx ran her fingers through Anne's hair, nice and gentle. That didn't last - in the next moment she gripped it hard and tight, yanking her head back while she planted a smoldering kiss on the little sexpot's mouth. Her tongue slapped around the sides of her mouth like it was taking ownership and clearing the room, while her lips smacked and sucked away.

When she finally pulled back, there was a thin line of glistening saliva between them."We'll get there. But we got to even the playing field, first."

Styx started to drop down and lay back, pulling Anne down along with her until she was on her back, shoulders scraping against the hard floor. She reached down, grabbed the edge of her shirt, and slowly pulled it off to reveal her form underneath. Scars. Many, many scars. Souveniers from years and years of fights, permanent reminders of the life she led before the AFW. Muscles, too, rippling down her chest. And her breasts, while nowhere near the biggest in the AFW, were not meager. She had more than enough flesh for Anne to lick.

Styx tossed the shirt away and crossed her fingers behind her head. "I used your body. I want to see what you can do with mine."

Every breath that drew past Anne's lips quivered doggedly and her heart pounded against her ribs like it was trying to fight its way to freedom. She'd had a taste of River and she wanted more. Unconsciously she leaned her head into the gentle caress as those fingers passed delicately through her dyed black locks. With a throaty moan she closed her eyes like a cat getting its ears scratched. This little romantic interlude was cut short tragically short as a powerful hand snatched up a handful of those raven tresses and pulled the girl into a dominating kiss. Caught off guard by the savage tongue-lashing Anne moaned wantonly through their joined lips. Slender hands stroked and clutched at River's back desperately as her hips continued to undulate lewdly, still rubbing herself greedily against the older girl.

She gasped sharply as the kiss was broken; half-bared breasts heaving as she gulped down lungfuls of air. Almost as if entranced she followed River as the woman used her hair like a leash. Obediently she sunk down onto her knees as the hardcore beauty laid out before her. Greedy eyes drank in the scene as the older girl took her top off and issued a challenge that Anne simply couldn't resist. Taking the opportunity she hurriedly discarded a few hard removed garments; tossing her bra aside, absently towards the spectators; and kicked off her boots and pants together in a tangled mess behind her.

"Mmmm, 'render unto Caesar'." She spoke in a lurid purr and left the parable unfinished. Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's. Now in only her red lace panties and a pair of black and purple striped socks she crawled around like a stalking tigress, on her hands and knees, until she knelt by River's shoulder. Placing both of her hands upon the older girl's toned abdomen she slid her hands apart in a slow, sensual gesture. One hand meandered up River's stomach and over her chest to massage her firm breasts; the other hand traveled down over the woman's navel and slithered its way down into her pants. Not quite finding its way between her legs yet she would let her fingertips just play at the edge of her pussy through any underwear she might (but probably wasn't) wearing. She was taking things slowly, surprisingly. She wanted to frustrate her conqueror just a little longer although she longed to pounce like a wild beast. Her own desire was obvious through the labored breaths that rolled against River's stomach as she lowered her head, hair brushing over bare ribs and ass in the air, to draw little patterns on the woman's skin with the tip of her tongue.