When It Rains

Jessica wondered if Buddhist monks in the past made their acolytes untie their boots. It was a wonderful lesson in humility, and she was sure all those neophytes learned a lot. The Violent Violet was completely insouciant if this little pink-haired girl learned anything from the evening, other than to not mess with Jessica Wright. But it still felt nice, like having a valet that you earned by expending the oldest currency known to man: violence.

She appreciated Kaede's efficiency. Clearly the girl was a little shook up, not that she could blame her. The little bruiser was still topless and Jessica had a lovely view down her chest. She was definitely going to play with that later, but for right now she needed to be taken care of. Jessica kicked off the first boot, and then raised the second one up so that Kaede could carry on with her nasty business.

"Regular ass women I have taken home? There are too many to count." Jessica paused to think. "But wrestlers? A good number. First there was Lamya, Arab girl, fucked like it was the end of the world. Then there was this little scientist girl, Irene. She kept trying to fight it. But she broke." Jessica glared at Kaede. "Then there was Ven. She prattled on and on about justice, and looked awfully good in a dog collar. Then Sig, who was a kinky bitch." Jessica was looking off in the distance with her head completely filled with tons of lascivious images.

Then she turned back to Kaede. "So what's your deal? How many actually strong fighters fucked the shit out of you?" Jessica asked with an evil grin on her face.

Luckily for Kaede, Jessica’s feet didn’t smell too bad.Oh, sure, they were like sniffing roses or anything, but they didn’t reach the gag levels. A little musky. A little sweaty. Not the worst she’d come across.

Of course, that was probably because she didn’t work up much of a sweat in their matches, but Kaede chose not to dwell on the thought.

She pulled off the boot and tossed it to the side, then started about with the second verse, same as the first - or, she would have, if she hadn’t been asked the strangest question she’d ever heard in her life. It certainly didn’t help that it came off the end of one the strangest conversation she’d had ever had in her life, either.

”What?” Kaede went into a rapid blinking fit and started sputtering, needing a few seconds to compose herself. ”I’ve never, I mean…” She went back to the business of untying Jessica’s boots, avoiding eye contact the whole time. ”I mean, I’ve been on the giving end before, but never like this.”

Bold lie, but Kaede sold it hard.

Jessica could recognize a lie when she saw one. The Violent Violet had read precious few books, but she had a fair amount of street smarts. Plus, she was mendacious at every opportunity where a lie could get her an advantage that the truth couldn't. Her eyes screwed up and she cocked her head to the right, wondering whether or not she should call Kaede on it. Jessica had very little problem with conflict, but tonight was supposed to be fun.

Jessica kicked her other shoe off, and stood a little bit closer to Kaede. Her sex was only inches from Kaede's face now, and she placed her hand under her chin to force her eyes up. "There is a first time for everything." Her words were slow, and her voice was deep and resonant. "And tonight it definitely going to be a night you are going to remember for a very very long time."

The Violent Violet then grabbed Kaede's hair and threw her on the bed again. Jessica was like an animal, tearing at Kaede's clothes until she was fully nude. Like a shark in a terrible frenzy, she went at her task, doing everything she could to make the pink haired girl feel as small as a fly.

She took a step back to admire her work. Kaede looked terribly young. The Violent Violet accepted women of all sorts in her bed. "Damn," she said, very much enjoying the view.

While Kaede went about the business of taking Jessica’s boot off, she spared another glance upwards, just quick enough to catch the look on her captor’s face. Not impressed. Definitely not impressed. In fact, she looked a little pissed off, and for a moment, Kaede thought more pain would be coming her way...or, at least, more immediate pain.

And it did, just not as she’d expected. Before she knew it, Kaede was being lifted up by hair - painful as fuck, by the way - and hurled back, like so much trash. Before she could even hope to react, Jessica was on her, pulling her clothes off, ripping away little she had left to wear like it was nothing more than paper.

Suddenly, Kaede was naked. On a bed. With a woman who was looking like a starving man before a buffet, like she couldn’t decide which body part she wanted to ravish first.

Panic began to set in, and Kaede started to crawl back on the bed, moving away, until she had nowhere else to go with her back against the wall. ”Uh, wait, wait-”

Jessica made Kaede afraid. Good. The pink haired girl had quite a lot to be fearful of. In one fluid motion, Jessica whisked her clothes off in one fluid motion, and her naked body looked amazing in the wan light of the room. Her tights abs looked magnificent under her large breasts, and Jessica felt like the queen of the world. She climbed on top of the bed and crawled towards Kaede.

The Violent Violet grabbed Kaede's leg. Her grip was tight, and she looked Kaede straight in the eyes as she did so. There was nothing to hide, nothing to fear. Jessica's voluminous chest hung low and jiggled as she crawled. There were millions across the world who would give anything to see such a sight, but poor little Kaede was deathly scared of Jessica, and all of the nasty things she could do.

Jessica pulled Kaede by her leg and once again straddled her. "You don't get it. I am ten times the woman you could ever hope to be." She leaned down and kissed Kaede on the lips. It was far from one of those nice embraces you see in stupid rom-coms. This was a quick peck to give Kaede a taste of what was to come.

"What the fuck would I wait for?" Jessica asked, as her hand roved up Kaede's body, to her throat.

Kaede watched as Jessica peeled her clothes off and revealed the iron body underneath, glistening in all its glory. Tall. Muscular. Solid to an almost unbelieveable body. Kaede wasn’t an expert, but she certainly couldn’t recall seeing a more hulking body in her time with the AFW. Or anywhere, for that matter. Jessica’s body was an unreal specimen.

It was then, just then, that she realized what she was dealing with - a juggernaut of lust. And Kaede, poor Kaede, was right in the way.

Jessica’s hands might as well have been steel manacles for all Kaede could do to escape them, as she clamped down on her legs to keep her anchored. Sure, she struggled, but it got her nowhere, and her thrashings stopped the minute their lips met. At least, she started thrashing for different reasons.

The noise Kaede made was sharp, indignant, showing that she didn’t want the lips forced on her.

Her body’s reaction was more carnal. Her hips began to thrust against Jessica before she even realized what she was doing, her hand acted of its own accord and started wandering down Jessica’s back. The kiss did feel good, as did the hand exploring her body, moving over every crevice, exploring the darkest folds…

She was panting. Her blood was racing. Her cheeks were reddening.

Kaede put up a fight. In the ring, of course, but here too. It was annoying at first, but Jessica bore little doubt that she could ultimately not win Kaede over. The pink-haired girl was never going to win any sort of fight against Jessica, that was for certain. The question was, could Kaede score a victory over herself. Jessica was reading Kaede's body language and reckoned that the pink haired girl very much could. And the Violent Violet wanted to see exactly how far she would go.

Jessica's free hand roved down Kaede's lithe form, and found her sex. She found it to be tight and very much wanting, both of which Jessica loved. The Violent Violet was going to find every depth she possibly could, but first she wanted to toy with Kaede, to see how much she really wanted it.

Her thumb brushed against Kaede's clit, went up and down, and then clamped against Kaede's leg. Her forehead was pressed against Kaede's and her eyes were glowering with ill intent. "Beg me to fuck you." She demanded. "Beg me to treat you like the little sack of shit you are." Jessica licked her lips and traced the outlines of Kaede's folds with her finger.

At first, Kaede had thought that Jessica was just bragging about how many women she’d taken back to her place for a wild night’s romp. Sure, she didn’t doubt that the Violent Violet had done this before - more than a few times by the way she seemed so natural with it - but there was no way that she could be as adept as she made it sound, right?

Right?

In her current position, however, those thoughts were rapidly beginning to dissipate. The way Jessica’s hands roamed over her body, the way she knew exactly what to touch and when to touch and how to touch, the way she played with her sex like it was a familiar toy...perfect. The woman knew her stuff, and Kaede was left a moaning, melting mess underneath her.

But Jessica wanted more than just moans. She wanted words. Very specific words, that Kaede would never have uttered under normal circumstances. But there was nothing normal about this, and try as she might, they started to slip out.

”Please…” She spoke in a raspy whisper and started to thrust her lower body upwards, as if searching for the fingers to fulfill her needs. ”Please fuck me…”

Jessica did it. It wasn't even that hard, all things considered. Her unrestrained violence and delightful capacity for erotic pleasure won Kaede over, but more importantly made Kaede win a victory over herself. In the ring, she had been running her mouth and bragging and boasting, and now here she was, naked on Jessica's bed. Jessica was a powerful woman, in more ways than one, and she was going to show all of her prowess here.

"You like this, you dirty little slut..." Jessica's forehead was still pressed against Kaede's, and she was getting into it nearly as much as Kaede was. The Violent Violet deftly inserted her long and spindly fingers into the pink haired girl, slowly getting as much as she could inside the woman. This wasn't a match where you had to go at it as quickly as you possibly could, and Jessica had all the time in the world.

She took her time, going at Kaede in a slow, almost methodical way. The Violent Violet was careful to pace herself, to build Kaede up in a sensual way. Jessica was breathing hard, her nostrils flaring with a slow burning intensity as she began working the girl more and more. Kaede was begging to be fucked, after all...

Kaede tried to hold back her moan as Jessica slid her deft fingers into her waiting sex - tried being the operative word. She managed to hold it back at first, shutting her lips tight, like a dam holding back a raging river. But, sure enough, that rouse didn’t last for long, and nature had its way - she moaned. Long, hard, shameless, and it wasn’t getting any quieter.

”Yes…” Whether she was answering Jessica’s question or merely getting wrapped up in the ecstasy, even she couldn’t say, nor did she care. Her mind was too focused on the crazy pleasure flowing through her loins to really think much on it.

Her hips began to buck, trying to force this along even faster, humping Jessica’s fingers hard. At the same time, she reached up and grabbed her captress by the hair, mashing them together with even more force, letting her suck in every hot breath that slipped through the Violet’s lips.