When It Rains

Jessica looked over her quarry. She was pretty. The medical staff made her all pretty again, after Jessica messed her all up. They pulled all of the tacks out of her back, and slapped on bandaids where needed. They even made sure that the pink haired girl didn't break anything, and Jessica was a bit disappointed in herself that she hadn't caused that much harm. Jessica had it in her of course, but poor Kaede could simply not endure the onslaught that Jessica had unleashed upon her. Not a lot of women could.

They were in the back seat of a limo now. Her agent snuck that in the contract when she reupped with AFW. They had to pay for a limo to drive her all around the city. Jessica had a car of course, but she was tired of driving that old lemon all over the place. Life was a lot less stressful this way, and as she sat in the backseat with Kaede's head in her lap, stress was the last thing on her mind. Jessica was still wearing her wrestling gear, and she made damn sure that Kaede was still wearing hers. If anyone was going to strip Kaede tonight, it was going to be her.

When the limo pulled up to her apartment complex, she looked outside. It wasn't the nicest place in the world, but the landlord and neighbors had long stopped questioning who she brought home and how she brought them home. Jessica tugged at Kaede and threw her over her shoulder once more. The chauffeur was nice enough to carry her gym bag for her, and he dumped it on the floor and turned tail the second he had the space for it.

Jessica sighed. She liked her women a bit thicker, but Kaede would do. Jessica's passions were indiscriminate once they started going, and the Violent Violet was pretty sure she could get them going pretty quick. She closed the door behind her, and dumped Kaede on the floor. Her boot graced Kaede's stomach as she tried to nudge the woman awake. "Come on. It is fun time, honey."

Needless to say, Kaede Komatsuzaki did not have a pleasant sleep. Her dreams were fraught with all manner of craziness, particularly dealing with a certain purple-haired woman who’d been ripping her apart in the ring. Even sleep wasn’t a respite from Jessica’s unending onslaught - the Violent Violent was even fiercer in the unwaking world, as hard as it was to believe.

She broke Kaede, over and over. Rended flesh. Cracked bones. Bruises and blood, all over her flesh, and the beating never seemed to stop.

Kaede was a tough bitch. She’d dominated her old school, was a terror in the halls. But against Jessica, she truly knew what it was like to be a small fish in a big pond, with the sharks slowly circling, growing nearer with each passing second.

Then she woke, and that nightmare became a reality.

Kaede’s eyes were slow to open at first, then they shot open as the realization dawned on her. She looked up and saw her tormentress looming over her, casting a long shadow across the room. She looked to the sides and saw that she was in a room she’d never been in before, a completely unfamiliar apartment, with not even a phone in her pocket to call her way home. She looked behind and saw there was nowhere to go but a blank wall. No escape routes. No anything.

That didn’t stop her from trying, though. Like a mouse trapped in a cage with a snake, she immediately started to scoot backwards on the carpet, pushing away with her bare feet until her back hit the wall. ”Stay-stay back!” She began to look around, frantic and panicked.

Jessica chuckled and shook her head. Kaede had not quite realized what this was, or what had happened. It would have been precious, had Jessica not been a bit pissed off about it. She advanced Kaede slowly, taking her time. Jessica had all night, after all, at the very least, and this was not something that she wanted to rush into. This was something she could really take her time with, and it would be far more fun if she let this percolate.

"Or you'll what? Beat me up?" Jessica bent down low as she mocked her captive. She wanted to get up close and personal to the woman who would be hers for the night, and she wanted to see if Kaede would look at her cleavage. There were women who took a lot of prompting to doing lesbian things, and Jessica wanted to know if she would have to work towards it.

Jessica stood up straight again. She wouldn't even have to drink a coffee to stay awake. During the match, she hardly expended any energy at all. Hell, she might not even have to take a shower. She would, because it would be sexy as fuck to make Kaede wash her of course, but she wouldn't have to. The Violent Violet extended her leg up, and pushed it against Kaede's shoulder, pinning her to the wall.

"Honey, you knew what sort of match this would be. And even if you didn't, well, ain't a whole lot you can do about that now." Jessica pushed Kaede harder, making her really feel the pinch. "I can knock you out again, of course. But if that happens, shit is going to be a lot worse for you." Jessica let a little bit of the pressure off. "So play nice. Get fucked like a slut when I tell you to, lick my pussy when I tell you to, be my bitch when I tell you to." Jessica applied pressure again. "Or guess what happens..."

Kaede hissed when her back pushed against the wall, reliving the pain of the tacks from earlier. Someone had done a great job patching her up, and it didn’t look like she’d be bleeding out or anything anytime soon, but they still stung. And she got the distinct impression that this thing with Jessica would not be a healing experience.

She winced at the pain, and when her eyes opened again, she found herself staring at a rather nice pair of tits. Jessica was built like a tanks, yeah, but a damn hot tank. Kaede had been so busy fighting for her life that she hadn’t really paid much attention. She looked like the women from the American muscle magazines that she used to swipe when she was a kid, back when Kaede was still coming to terms with a few facts about herself…

It was an idle thought, and one she didn’t get to indulge in for long. Jessica’s leg made sure of that, as Kaede suddenly found herself sandwiched between it and the wall. She squirmed and squeaked, legs kicking about as she feebly pushed at Jessica’s thigh, but she might as well have been trying to push open a pull door. It wasn’t happening.

She blanched at the little speech that followed, and fear started to take hold of her...but not fast enough to keep her mouth from doing what came naturally. ”Or else what?” She spat, then immediately shut her mouth hard, as if she could bring the words back inside if she were quick enough. ”Look, listen, please just get off a second…”

Jessica cocked her head to the side. Wrong. Wrong to the very core of the being of truth. Shame Jessica would have to rough her up a little bit more, but it wasn't that much of one. The Violent Violet got the sneaking suspicion that Kaede liked getting beaten up. That was the only possible reason that she opened her mouth and spoke in such a fashion. "Or else this." Jessica gave Kaede a knee to the chest. It wasn't a particularly hard one, but Jessica had little doubt that it would make this loudmouthed woman shut the hell up for at least a second.

Jessica's boot went right back to Kaede's shoulder. "Listen, bitch, you don't call the shots tonight. From what I have seen of you in the ring, you don't call the shots ever. I am going to do whatever I want to you, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. Are we clear?" She asked. The struggling was totally pathetic and in vain, and Jessica knew that Kaede knew that.

"So I am going to give you five seconds to pick. Easy way or hard way." She raised her hand, extending all five fingers as she did so. "Five." Her thumb went down. "Four..." There went her pinkie.

Jessica made Kaede regret the words of defiance that came out of her mouth, and it was only downhill from there.

She was a pretty good healer, all things considered, but the knee in her chest still sucked and made her remember the nasty suplex she’d taken outside the ring. Kaede cried out, but the boot on her chest silenced her soon enough, and she was presented with a clear ultimatum - submit or get the shit beaten out of her more. The latter was probably going to happen a bit either way, but likely less if she played along. Jessica seemed particularly well-versed in the ways of pain, and there was no telling what other ideas she might cook up if given half the chance.

So, with that in mind, it was a simple choice.

Kaede opened her mouth, started to give in. ”I...I…”

She knew the smart thing to do, the logical thing, even the sane thing, but somehow she couldn’t quite get the words out. It just didn’t feel right, bowing down like this, letting herself be used. She was Kaede Komatsuzaki, and that had never been her way.

A small part of her just had to keep on pushing.

Her eyes hardened and she looked up at Jessica with the hottest glare she could muster through the pain. ”Bring it.”

Hard way. All the girls she had brought home always had to do it the hard way. Jessica could have lit a few candles, played some Barry White, really gotten the mood going but all the wrestlers she brought home were defiant until the end. Jessica would be too in this exact situation, but Jessica was one of the best wrestlers at AFW. She could afford to be headstrong and bitchy until the very end.

Kaede, on the other hand, could not. "Fine." Jessica reared her leg back, and kicked Kaede as hard as she could. The poor pink haired ragdoll would find that this was only the appetizer from the dinner from hell, as Jessica quickly moved downwards to grab Kaede's legs and pull. Jessica tried to drag Kaede all the way to the kitchen, sending Kaede's stomach a stomp every so often to make sure she stayed down.

Upon entering the kitchen, she promptly grabbed one of her chairs. It was an old thing, bought when she first moved to Japan. It was rickety and on the verge of breaking at any moment anyways, so Jessica asked herself why she shouldn't break it right now. She lifted it high above her head and then threw it down on Kaede's stomach.

Kaede could see Jessica’s hellish blow coming, but sadly, knowing that pain was about to occur didn’t do much to help you tolerate it. The boot still cut into her abs, still sunk in deep, and still made fold up on the floor, gasping for breath as she tried to suck air back into her lungs.

The next thing she knew, she was being dragged along on the floor, the rug burn doing wonders for her battered back. Kaede reached out, tried to grab anything to slow her down - pulled on a desk, a chair, yanked a phone cord out of the wall - but none of it worked, and Jessica’s stomps stopped her efforts cold.

By the time they were in the kitchen, she was a gasping, groaning mess. That was before the chair hit.

She saw Jessica coming at her with it and raised her hand in defense, but that didn’t do a thing. The chair crashed against her and shattered against her body, breaking apart and leaving a wrecked human being in its place.

Kaede was slow to move, but she did move. The pink punkette rolled over to her chest and crawled forward, trying to pull her way out of the kitchen and as far away from Jessica as possible.

"You cannot be this stupid." Even after all of that, Kaede was still trying to get away. Jessica was bigger and stronger and sure as hell meaner, and the pink haired punk simply had to know that Jessica wasn't going to simply let her walk out the door right then and there, which made her terrifying capacity for violence so much worse. She followed behind Kaede, eager to see exactly where she thought she was going to go, but she was slightly curious to see where Kaede would go.

Not so curious that she was going to let her go of course. She grabbed Kaede, and hauled her onto her shoulders. "I have broken stronger girls than you," she threatened. Then she pulled her into a torture rack, or a Cyclone Rider, as she called it. The Violent Violet looked as if she were in the ring, with an opponent over her shoulders and the lights glaring down on her. But there were in her kitchen, vying for control.

Jessica bent her as much as she possibly could. There was no mercy in her actions whatsoever. Kaede would have to be shown that her actions came with very serious consequences. Kaede was not the first woman she had taken home from the ring, and she would almost certainly not be the last. If she had to break every last one, so be it.

While it was true that Kaede was not known for her incredible intelligence or cunning wit or...just about anything that involved higher brain functions, she really didn't think she was going to get away from Jessica. Not like this. Not in here.


It was more of an automatic response, really, something that her body had the sense to do even though he mind wasn’t quite processing. Like an instinctual fight-or-flight response, one that she wished would’ve kicked in before she stepped in the ring.

Now, there was no escaping the pain that was coming her way. She shouted with protest as Jessica hoisted her up, she shouted in surprise as she was dropped on the bruiser’s shoulders, and she shouted in sheer pain as her body was bent further and further into an unnatural shape, her body creaking and cracking in protest.

Kaede had never cared much for stretching in her karate classes, wanting to get right into the actual sparring more than anything. She was dreading that decision now, as her flexibility was put to the test, one that it failed immensely. The torture rack lived up to its name, and all she could was flail about in the hellish hold, feebly kicking and waving her arms about. ”Ah, God!” She sputtered. ”Put me down, stop!”