When the Music's Over

Irene rolled her head back against the wall, sucking air through her mouth as it hung open in a delirious expression of lust. Her eyelids fluttered open and shut as her heaving breaths grew louder, and each exhale became a moan, drowning out the soft thump as her back got pushed into the wall harder and harder. Jessica wasn't giving Irene anything that she didn't crave, and the timid college girl wrapped her arms around Jessica's shoulders, embracing her and welcoming the tight grip the Violet had on her.

“Unh, ooh Jessica, you're the fucking best, hnngg!” Irene growled as each pump from Jessica's hips sent a burning jet of pleasure through the depths of her body, making her undulate uncontrollably. She could feel herself coming apart, losing all composure as her sex started flooding, coating Jessica's toy and dripping cum on the floor. The thrusts came faster and harder, and the Violent Violet didn't falter through any of it, holding her partner tight and squeezing her until the pressure finally made her pop.

“So g-good...haaah!” Irene squealed as a pressurized jet of hot nectar spurted out of her pussy, escaping with the motion of Jessica's strap-on as its movement created spaces for the fluid to flow. Her orgasm was long and gradual, Irene arching her back and seeing stars as each thrust from the Violet Violet caused another small geyser to erupt. Half a dozen pumps later, Irene's pulverized sex finally stopped, and Irene herself fell limp, tired but still hugging Jessica as she enjoyed the heat of her conqueror's body.

Jessica pushed. She knew that Irene was coming. She could feel it. A raw and powerful orgasm was beginning to overcome her body, and Jessica was feeling the divine pleasure by proxy. Irene's juices fell all over her leg, and Jessica kept on thrusting. The Violent Violet felt every twitch and spasm of Irene's long and powerful orgasm, and literally soaked it up. Soon, her strong thrusts abated and she felt Irene slump against her. The little scientist was clearly quite worn out. Jessica, however, was still standing.

And she would keep standing still. Jessica wrapped her arms around Irene, and lifted her one more time. She was carrying her back to her bed, one final time. This might be the closing act of the evening. It ought to be a showstopper. Jessica lay down on the bed, with her strong legs dangling off of them. She turned Irene around, so that the little scientist's back was to her. She brought one arm around Irene to position her on her strap-on. The Violent Violet was in position.

So she went. She thrust upwards into her little captive once more, letting Irene know that the night had begun anew. Jessica tightened her hand around Irene's throat. This one was going to not only be wildly pleasurable, but this one was going to be humiliating. And it was going to hurt.

Even though Jessica's muscles had been doing all the work tonight, Irene was feeling pretty exhausted right now. Her hips and thighs twitched erratically, shuddering as her pussy contracted around Jessica's strap-on, still sunk deep inside her. Her face hadn't stopped twitching, either, her features scrunched up from the intense feelings as her rosy cheeks burned. Among her past sex partners, Jessica was unmatched in her intensity. The coed was going to have trouble walking for a week. It was over now, though, so Irene started unwinding herself from the Violet's body, trying to let her legs touch the ground, to stand under her own power again.

She hadn't considered that Jessica might want even more out of her. Nothing more than, perhaps, her tongue to serve Jessica as it had the previous two nights. Instead, the Violent Violet lifted Irene off her feet again, carrying her with ease toward the bed. Still facing her, Irene's jaw dropped open as she saw the debauched lust in Jessica's eyes.

“No, Jessica, p-please...I don't, I can't...” Irene gasped as Jessica took a seat on the bed and turned Irene around. The tip of Jessica's latex length touched Irene's sex again, and before she could try to escape, Irene was squealing as Jessica forced her to sit on her lap, with the strap-on impaling her. This time, Irene wasn't such an eager participant as Jessica started thrusting her hips up, forcing Irene to bounce on her cock. She was distressed, already sensitive from the orgasm she'd just endured. Then a hand seized her by the throat, and she realized with a whimper that Jessica wasn't going to let her escape, despite her lower body's struggles as she tried instinctively to extricate herself.

Jessica felt Irene struggling against her. It almost turned her on that even now, after all that Jessica had done to her, Irene was still struggling against her might. Irene's stringy little legs pushed against her massive ones, but the force that Jessica could generate in her arms ought to be enough to keep the squirming little twerp down, she thought. And if she squirmed too much, she could give Irene a few solid whacks with her upper body.

But that would not be anything in comparison with the strength that she could bring to bear in her lower body. Her strong legs kept thrusting the toy upwards into Irene, and her tight core helped make the experience an altogether pleasant one for the little scientist.

"Yes, you can." Jessica's acid words were poured right into Irene's ear. Jessica was going to push Irene to her limits, and far beyond them. Even though Irene had just orgasmed, Jessica kept pushing and pushing. In a metaphorical sense, but Jessica was far more concerned about this very literal sense.

Her hand went a little bit tighter around Irene's throat. She had tolerated the last cry of protest that she wanted to hear. From now on, Irene was going to be Jessica's, and Jessica's alone. All the time for fighting back had well and truly ended.

There was nothing that Irene could do. At her best, the plucky college girl had only barely been able to compete against the whims of her captor. Now, she was far too weak to resist the arms that kept her firmly in place, and the Violent Violet had worked her intimidation too well for Irene to risk trying. Besides, as much as it pained her to say, Irene had grown to love this aspect of Jessica as much as hate it – her willingness to violently take what she wanted. She was just the kind of archetypal “bad girl” that Irene's parents had never wanted her to end up with in college. Dangerous...but irresistible.

Maybe Irene would have felt differently if Jessica had been an iota less talented in bed, but as things were, the Violent Violet was just as creative as she was powerful. When she squeezed Irene's throat and continued to hammer into her from below, the smaller girl shivered, from top to bottom, with arousal and fear. The tension never left her muscles, but Irene's coordinated effort to free herself vanished, and she rolled her body back to lean into her mistress. Jessica would have her, one last time.

“Oh f-fuck, augh!” Irene hissed as Jessica continued to bounce her up and down. It wasn't a strictly pleasurable experience, not while she was so sensitive from their previous romp. Each thrust came with a bold shock to her core, and the soft tissues of her sex were starting to burn. Jessica's tight grip on her throat definitely didn't do her weary body any favors, and before long Irene was seeing stars, delirious but surprisingly delighted as she oscillated on top of what felt to her like an active volcano.

There was no air for Irene to speak any further, so her pitiful gasping would be Jessica's music as Irene bucked and twitched on top of the women, with spurts of hot lava starting to trickle down her thighs to the carpet below.

Jessica felt Irene lean in, in a physical sense, but also in a figurative sense. The struggles stopped. The little scientist had finally given into her baser desires, and would let this experience be the best one of their whole "romantic" weekend together. Jessica wanted to make Irene's sweet surrender worth it, and her powerful legs thrust upwards and upwards, only to feel something warm and wet trickle down them. It was a good feeling, and as warm as Irene's honey.

Jessica's other arm groped Irene's breast. There was some sense of toying, but Jessica's hands were large and her desires perverted. The rough mauling had tender moments, but Jessica was far more interested in squeezing Irene's perky and young little breasts. Her other hand, however, was still wrapped tight around Irene's throat, and Jessica was not going to cede that for anything.

The Violent Violet pushed and pushed, eager to get one more orgasm out of Irene. The wetness on her leg told her that she was awfully close. But she had not broken down the barrier yet. For a woman as tough and mean as Jessica, the fact that Irene had not cum again was a challenge. She could not even imagine what it was like, with one session coming so closely on the heels of another, but she did not particularly care.

Jessica had a goal in mind. And she was not going to stop until she got it. So she bounced the little scientist, looking for one last trip around the block.

Irene's eyes slipped shut, a lopsided smile on her face as Jessica's nipples pressed against her back, scraping little lines up and down her shoulder blades as the Violent Violet bounced her. The steady drumbeat of Irene's heart rang in her ears, as loud to her as the slap of flesh against flesh whenever Jessica pushed up with her hips. This wasn't the first time Irene had gotten intimate with a former opponent, and it wouldn't be the last, but no one could make her feel quite like Jessica did.

“Hnnh, I'm y-your toy, Jessica,” Irene whispered, leaning back and turning her head to the side to just barely meet Jessica's gaze. “Whenever you want me,” she hummed in a moment of sincere submission, before leaning in to give Jessica a kiss. It was the only chance she would get, because the perky coed was starting to fade.

All there was for Irene to do now was enjoy the feeling of weightlessness she got from flying up and down on Jessica's lap, her long, black hair cascading up and down in time with the motions. The burning sting in her loins grew until Irene's dam blew open one final time, with a lustful scream bursting from Irene's lungs. Her juices spilled all over Jessica's legs, her own, and the carpet as the heat of the moment overwhelmed her.

When her orgasm subsided, Irene fell motionless on Jessica's lap, passed out from exhaustion with the large strap-on still sunk inside her. Jessica had drained every last drop of her strength, and she wasn't likely to get any more life out of Irene this weekend. At least she could take satisfaction in her breaking of Irene's defiance, because the college girl's final words had been very genuine. If Jessica ever decided she wanted Irene's company again, the lesser woman would be there without hesitation. The Violent Violet owned her, now and forever...