Redemption Sound

Clack clack. Jessica rolled the two red dice in her hand and released them onto the table. The awful Japanese beer she had went down rough and Jessica didn't even look at what she rolled before she picked it them up again. The TV flickered in her line of vision but the Violent Violet paid it no mind. Those game shows where little Japanese dudes had heaps of violence levied against them were usually her favorites but Jessica just couldn't get into it. Jessica took another sip of beer and then paused; she looked at it for a second before she downed the whole thing. It was her fourth and she wasn't even tipsy.  

Jessica didn't know how to react to her loss. There was anger and frustration that followed initially after the match had subsided. And now she felt...nothing. She couldn't even summon up the energy to be mad. There was a hollow feeling in her chest, one that told her that she should have, could have done better. But she didn't. And she lost to Avery Shields a rank rookie and someone Jessica knew she should have beaten and beaten quite handily. Jessica managed to find the replay on the internet and Avery's finisher was quite impressive. To pin her, Avery put her butt right in her face- that gave Jessica a blip of anger before the hollow feeling returned.

Losses never stung her like this when she was back in the indies. Her lifestyle was peripatetic then; when she lost in Rapid City, she would be out of the city within 24 hours and on the road again. There was nothing to dwell on. It would just be more practice, more training, and then she would get better. This was something else entirely. She couldn't just up and leave, at least she didn't feel that way. Jessica was here, stuck, in Tokyo, and couldn't just take off for the next town. The dingy arenas of Des Moines, Omaha, or wherever were far away and Jessica was in her apartment.

She looked down at her phone. The glowing screen read the last text message she sent to her friend River. Come to my apartment. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Bring toys. Maybe if she had the shit fucked out of her she would start having actual feelings again. Jessica looked around. She had cleaned it a bit and made everything a little more orderly so if River tried to steal any of her shit Jessica would be able to spot the thing that wasn't in the proper place. All Jessica was wearing was a dark t-shirt and basketball shorts. No underwear.

Jessica leaned back in her chair. She had recently gotten a bigger apartment and it was almost nice. The apartment was smack dab in the Roppongi Hills, an area notorious for its ties to the mob. The Violent Violet sighed. If she was lucky, this whole fuck-buddy things would make her have feelings again, but she doubted it. Clack clack.

One of the good things about having absolutely no compunction was that it saved River Styx a lot of money on things. For instance, when her fuck-buddy/friend/semi-willing sparring partner, Jessica, texted her with a booty call and requested she bring toys along, her first instinct was to do a quick raid on the nearest sex store. Then she remembered that the AFW arena was, most likely, the world's largest repository for sex based toys, and her goals became much simpler.

All she had to do was take a little detour backstage with a travel bag and scoop out a few essentials - handcuffs, whips, a crop, a dildo, a collar and a leash. Basic stuff, and she would have loved to bring a little more, but security was starting to get wise to her, these days. Best not to push her luck, especially when so much was on the line.

Styx hated to admit this - seriously, really, truly she did - but she needed a good fuck today. The Hardcore Tag Match had been a massive pain in her ass, not to mention the bout of fuckery that happened with Odessa right after. Some of the things she'd said were still swirling around in Styx's head, and the way things were going, they would have stayed there for a while. Ruminating thoughts, churning in her brain.

But now? She was going to get all that shit out of her head, and Jessica Wright was going to help. Jessica was many things, but a boring lay was not one of them. When you had sex with her, all you could think about was having sex with her, so once they went at it there would be no further distractions.

She stepped out of a taxi cab in one of the dingier parts of Japan, still carrying the battle damage from her match. Bruises around the face, some scarring along her back, her sleeveless shirt was more ripped up than usual. Petty shit, not even worth changing for, and Jessica might just rip them off, anyway, so there wasn't much point. This would do.

With the bag slung over her shoulder, Styx made  her way up the stairs of Jessica's new apartment, hoping it had thicker walls than the last one. When she was the right door, she gave it a knock. With her foot. A very loud, raucuous knock.

"Open up, bitch." Another kick. "Openupopenupopenup..."

Jessica sat up in shock and the dice jostled out of her hand. Part of her wondered if River was trying to open the door with a battering ram. That was just the over-the-top shit that River would try in Jessica's estimation. The Violent Violet glided over to the door and flung it open. There was River in all her ratty and bruised glory. She arched an eyebrow- River usually showed up with a few bruises but this seemed a little extreme. Jessica had the sense not to ask where they came from. She really didn't want to know what woman River had just beaten the tar out of.

"Should I see the other woman?" Jessica deadpanned as she motioned towards a particularly nasty mark. Then she spied the bag which was hopefully full of all sorts of goodies. River had an interesting notion of passion and love-making and Jessica knew that she would be the cure for her blahs. Jessica seized River by the scuff of her collar and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut afterwards.

She then pressed against River and forced her back to the door. "Don't answer. Let's keep the talking to a minimum." Jessica put her hands on River's hips. There were considerable muscles underneath and Jessica appreciated that. The woman was a lone wolf, and lone wolves must be strong. Jessica leaned in, closed her eyes and kissed River, tasting cigarettes and hellfire and god-only-knows-what in her mouth. Foreplay. Done.

Jessica then turned and made her way to the bedroom. Her shirt came off with a flourish and she dove on the bed and finagled her pants off. She spread her legs a little bit as an invitation River was sure to accept.

Styx grunted as she was pulled inside and slammed against the door by Jessica Wright, the woman who - fortunately for her - was the only one in all of Japan that Styx would not punch in the face for doing that. Not when she kissed this hot, when her hands where that forward, when their bodies fit so well against each other, with their tongues rolling around and dipping under and through and around.

No talking? Sure. What was there to say? Jessica wanted to be fucked and River wanted to fuck her. It was a little odd - they usually talked tons of shit to each other before, during, and after sex, even if it was mostly bullshit and bluster these days. No big deal, she'd ask after the dust settled.

Styx kicked her boots off and the shirt followed next, landing on the television and drapping over the screen. No distractions The jeans stayed on for the moment as she made her way onto the bed and dropped the bag beside them, then quickly moved up to straddle Jessica's waist from behind.

One hand reached around Jessica's chest and grabbed a handful of her breast, trying and failing to get the whole thing in her palm. The caress was gentle at first, compassionate and tender, but there was no way the Violent Violet couldn't know how fast that would change. Sure enough, Styx dug her claws deep into the flesh after only a few seconds, mashing it between her fingers.

The other hand went into the bag and fished out a pair of handcuffs, then rubbed them along Jessica's thick skin. Ice cold to the touch, still frigid from being outside, guaranteed to send a few shivers up her spine, but Styx was quick to heat her partner back up.

She leaned down and sank her fangs into Jessica's neck. Not a full bite, not quite there. Styx simply gnawed away at her skin, massaging the muscles with her teeth and running her tongue along everywhere they passed. Steamy breaths billowed out of her mouth all the while, like a wild animal claiming her prey.

Jessica grunted as River dug into her breast. The caress was soft, calming even. And then it turned into something more aggressive, more River-like. Jessica clutched the bed-sheets and bit down. Jessica soft breasts were treated the same way a dog would treat a chew toy. The same way Jessica wanted to be treated right now. And then something cold and metal went down the length of her spine. Jessica let out a shiver and breathed in sharply. River wasn't one to kid around much and that's exactly what Jessica wanted. A brutal, honest to goodness fucking.

Then there was River on her neck. The bald girl was all over her and Jessica was loving it. The bites were gentle, almost loving in a mama bear sort of way. But the Violent Violet knew that there was a lot of power behind them, a power that she would get if she was lucky. Jessica bit her lip as River gave her a mauling. If there was a place that was like rock bottom, Jessica wanted to spring towards it. She loved being the dominant one, the one holding all the cards, but now she just wanted to give herself away.

Jessica propped herself up so she was on her knees and her round ass was high in the air. Face down, ass up, just how she liked to fuck all the girls she could get her hands on. It was a vulnerable position, a slave's position and here she was warm and prime for action. She spread her legs a bit more, providing an even more visceral sign of her complete submission. Jessica put her hands behind her back, hoping the metal that had ran down her spine was a pair of handcuffs. She usually didn't submit, not like this, and she hoped there would be some sort of catharsis in being a human fuck-toy. River was perfect for her, in a sense.

Come on, River, Jessica thought, show me some of the awful things that roll around in that bald-ass head of yours.

Styx had never, ever, in her entire life, paused during sex before. Sex didn't work that way, couldn't work that way for her. It was like a boulder rolling down the hill - there was no stopping her until they crashed. Nature took control and nature would not be denied.

But the sight of Jessica laying before her, with her ass in the air like an overpaid hooker, was enough to make her stop. Just for a second. Barely even that. But she did stop. Everything felt off. This wasn't the Jessica she'd known to come to know and tolerate, this was one of the meek, mewling mice they were always making fun of on TV, right after they'd finished breaking the bed with a good, hard session. It was surreal, and it was becoming patently obvious that Jessica was off.

That being said, Styx was still going to fuck her senseless. She wanted it, she'd get it. But after that, she had the feeling this would become 'a very special episode.

She reached up and grabbed Jessica wrists, pulling them forward to the bedposts. She held them still with one hand and locked them in the other, shackling her with the cold steel and holding her in place. Not that she needed to, reallly. But it did help the atmosphere.

She moved back and gave Jessica a fierce slap on the ass while she pulled her pants off, then dug her fingernails deep into the flesh, scratching away on it while she licked her lips. Hers. All  hers, Now, she just had to claim it.

She reached into her bag and brought out the strap-on, then tied it tight around her waist, all while she started to move into position...

The handcuffs went around her wrists with a click. This was it. The point of no return. She was firmly in place and firmly submissive. The room was mostly pretty dark. The only thing illuminating the room was Jessica's bedside lamp which was a holdover from her old apartment. It was small and cast an unearthly glow over her pale skin. She felt unearthly, like a specter of regret haunting Tokyo. And she hoped this little session would be cathartic.

Behind her, nothing happened. As far as Jessica was concerned at any rate. This wasn't her usual position when she and River went at it like animals in heat. Sure, she let River do her fair share of the fucking, but then Jessica would do her fair share of fucking right back. But this was different. This was Jessica trying to fuck the doubts away, an ablation from all the niggling guilt she felt. There was a desire to look back, to see what River was doing but she fought it off. The firm smack on the ass confirmed that River's thoughts were impure. Good. Jessica wasn't in the mood for a therapy session.

At least not a more normal therapy session. She heard River rustling around the bag and then pull whatever it was out. If she was lucky it would be something painful and studded and pleasurable at all the same time.

River was not gentle. She was never gentle, but especially not tonight.

Tonight, she settled in behind Jessica, grabbed her hips and only took about half a second to get a good grip, before she pushed forward and rammed her way inside Jessica's waiting ass. She didn't bother to work up a slow rhythim or pace herself. There wasn't any point. This was raw, animalistic furry, and she punctuated every single thrusts with shrieking growl.

Faster. Harder. Hotter. Longer. She fucked with fury as the bed creaked beneath them and the rails tapped against the wall. She lost herself in the moment and idle hand went off its own, raking her nails down Jessica's spine and leaving a bright red trail in her wake on her milky white skin.

Jessica inhaled deeply as the toy went into her ass. Of course it was going to be ass. No lube, no playing around. It hurt quite a bit as well and Jessica clawed at the sheets. The thrusts were punctuated by low growls and Jessica felt herself getting more and more turned on. This was the first time anyone had been allowed anal. It was a lovely mix of pleasure and pain and Jessica gritted her teeth; she didn't want to love it.

The nails raking her back made her cry out in pain. Jessica felt every inch of the deep arrhythmic thrusts and began moaning against the bed. River was causing the whole bed to shake violently and crash into the wall. The Violent Violet closed her eyes and tried to be in the moment as much as possible. This was her, this was losing. This was gunning for bottoming out.

Jessica's toes began to curl. From pleasure, from pain, from humiliation, she didn't know. But part of her body was reacting to getting fucked and dominated. The moans became louder and louder and soon became fairly loud despite being muffled. She felt like some bitch being fucked by the biggest alpha dog in the junkyard and that wasn't far from the truth.

Jessica moaned loader. Styx rode harder. Jessica moaned loader. Styx thrust deeper. Jessica moaned loader. Styx scratched longer.

Admittedly, this was an area that even she, in all her depraven debauchery, lacked experience in. She'd picked the strap on out from the supply closet on a whim, and she only got the idea to do it like this when Jessica presented her ass towards her, so blatant she might as well have been wearing a 'Fuck Me Here' tattoo. Most girls she'd been with didn't even entertain the idea, but Jessica was one of a kind. If the girl had any limits, Styx hadn't run into them yet.

Hardly mattered. This was a night for firsts. Styx was one step closer to winning the hardcore title and having her dream come true, and right now, Jessica was letting her feel like the queen of the world. Not content just to claim Jessica's tits, she let her rough hand slide down the country girl's body, haphazardly making her way over every muscle until she reached the final destination - Jessica's waiting pussy.

A finger plunged inside and another followed right after it, as Styx came at her from both sides, taking as much of her as she could handle.