When It Rains

Action, reaction. One of the laws of the universe, so fundamental that every student has to learn it. All of Jessica's actions were yielding the exact reaction that Jessica wanted to. The horripilation that Kaede underwent was as sumptuous and beautiful as all of the paintings in the world to the Violent Violet. Sadistic thoughts clouded her already dark thoughts, and Jessica was not going to quit until Kaede was absolutely howling.

Naked, in the light of her living room, Jessica went at it. She brought the whip down over and over, trying to put Kaede in as much pain as physically possible. Jessica was using more of her power now, which was not a pleasant experience for Kaede at all. She reckoned she already left a mental mark, so now it was time for her to leave a physical one.

Jessica's purple eyes were manic with glee. Kaede wanted to struggle, wanted to fight it, she could tell. But she might as well have tried to appeal to a wall. Mercy came rarely to a woman such as Jessica, and she did not feel particularly merciful now.

If Jessica was looking for screams, she’d get them. For her sake, Kaede hoped the walls were damn thick.

She tried to hold back the screams at first, and to her credit, she didn’t do the worst job. She managed to stifle a few, and the others were reduced to yelps, not wanting to give too much away, or betray to much weakness - though, really, the ship had sort of sailed on that.

But, sooner or later, nature always won out. This time was no different.

The screams came, loud and fast and random. She bounced about on the bed, thrashing around. She knew that there were red streaks beginning to form - she could feel the cool air running over them, burning with every breeze.

It was all she could do to bury her face into the covers and bite down hard on the fabric, turning it into makeshift gag.

Jessica paused for a second. Not out of any sense of mercy, far from it. Those lovely red welts were beginning to form and Jessica wanted to see the process. It was the best little science project Jessica had done in her life, and Jessica did not regret it at all. The screams were just an added bonus. Her apartment walls were not terribly thin, but she imagined that if the neighbors were not acclimated to all the noise by now, then it was just never going to happen. Not that she cared either way.

The Violent Violet lived up to her moniker once more striking Kaede with the whip a few more times before ceasing the sadistic act. The whip fell to the floor and Jessica walked toward the woman who was restrained on her bed. Her hand roamed over the back that had been thoroughly whipped, and Jessica licked her lips. Unfortunately, she had not had this much fun in a long while. But for right now, she could really enjoy it.

She sat down on her bed, beside her quarry. "Have you ever been whipped before, little girl? Am I your first?" Her malicious intent was clear in her tone. She doubted she was making a friend for life tonight.

When Jessica’s whipping stopped, Kaede’s body visibly sagged in the bed. It had been a short but torturous ordeal, but she’d managed to come through it mostly intact. Nothing that had been done couldn’t be healed, and the pain would fade after a few weeks of sleeping face down. Her body eased up and relaxed.

That was a mistake. It made what came next so much worse.

When Jessica suddenly started again, the pain hit so hard that Kaede actually jumped straight up, testing the bonds all the way to their limits. It didn’t last long, thankfully, but when it was over she noticeably worse off before. Sweating and red all across her back, she buried her face in the covers and tried to control her breathing, only looking up when Jessica sat beside her and asked a question.

”Is it…” She started to say, until she realized she’d need more breath to make it all the way through. After swallowing a few more gulps, she went on. ”Is it that obvious?”

Jessica chuckled. Kaede could not quite take it, and that is exactly where Jessica wanted her to be. At this point, Jessica regretted not taping it. Then she could show it to all of her cadre, and maybe put it somewhere on the internet. Women here in Tokyo should have known by now that she was the biggest baddest bitch here, but sometimes one needs an example. She reckoned Kaede had ample reason not to fuck with her anymore.

But Jessica was not done yet. "Just one more little night cap. Last one, I promise..." The Violent Violet traced the outline of one of the whip marks with her back with one of her long fingers. Pain was fun, but she thought she ought to end the night with pleasure. "Keep your eyes to the bed, if you know what is good for you."

The Violent Violet went over to her nightstand once more. This time, she pulled out a nine-inch strap-on. It was plastic, and jet black. Wasting no time or effort, Jessica pulled it up to her hips and then hopped on the bed, behind the pink haired girl. She pulled Kaede up to her knees, with the restraints still ensuring that her head would be down to the bed. The Violent Violet rubbed the implement against her leg.

"Guess what is going to happen next," she threatened.

Kaede gulped the second she saw the strap-on come out of the drawer. Not because of surprise, really - heck, the surprising thing would have been if there wasn’t a strap-on in Jessica’s apartment somewhere tucked away.

But seeing it, proportionally correct for the wearer, long and hard with a lot of menace on top, was a different thing. Suddenly, Kaede was all too aware of her backside, poised and pretty. The position made more sense now - sure, Jessica could’ve forced her to face upwards, but that would’ve made what came next more inconvenient than it needed to be

Jessica wasn’t going for it immediately, but that didn’t make Kaede feel any more comfortable. She said the first thing that came to her mind for an answer.

”Bedtime stories?” It was getting late, and she could use the shut eye. She doubted it would be a gentle sleep, but she’d take it.

"Close." Jessica said. She grabbed Kaede's ample hips and then thrust the toy into her captive. The thrust came with a fair amount of power behind it. Jessica had forsaken even the concept of gentleness in favor of absolutely excoriating this woman in every way, and now that she was nearly done with the night, she was not going to simply give up on that now. The first few thrusts were slow, almost cautious, before Jessica started really picking up the pace.

Jessica's focus was palpable, and she wondered if two holes were about to form in the back of Kaede's head. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as she plumbed the depths of this pink haired girl once more. The strap-on was well-used, and Jessica was an experienced girl. Jessica absolutely knew how to rock this shit.

”Whoa,” Kaede’s eyes widened when it became clear that Jessica was about to dive in without any more preamble. No gel, no slow working in, just a hard, dry thrust. ”Shouldn’t you-”

Nope.

In Jessica came, hard and fast, and Kaede let out what had to be one of the top three loudest shrieks of the night as the point was rammed home. Jessica went in deep, damn deep, and Kaede felt every inch of it. It was a completely new experience, and she showed it every time Jessica thrusts, her voice a strange mixture of pleasure and pain, moaning and gasping and sighing and groaning, like she couldn’t make up her mind just how to respond.

Kaede gripped the sheets so tight she thought might rip them, threw her head back and gritted her teeth. Just one more hurdle for the night, one more mountain to climb...

Jessica's teeth were bared, as if she were some fearsome predator. In a sense, she was. Kaede would certainly attest to that, especially at this stage in the game. But Jessica did not care about her, not in the slightest. She cared about what she could still do, and what she could still do was quite a lot. The power in Jessica's thrusts were not hampered by all the exhausting activities of the evening. Rather, they aided her in a spiritual sense. She liked the idea of giving women nights they could never forget, and Jessica wanted to go until her body failed.

Because her mind was certainly not going to. Jessica was a fierce woman not because of her muscles. They helped, of course, but her mind was a depraved thing, hardened by a dearth of opportunities and material success. When she had a nice juicy piece of meat in front of her, she was going to bite off every little bit, even if she couldn't chew it. She sent Kaede's ass a few slaps before she went harder into the woman, showing no restraint in the slightest.

Maybe it was just Kaede’s imagination, but she could’ve sworn time was slowing down to a crawl as Jessica thrust away, jackhammering her into the bed with reckless abandon. She could analyze every sense in the room, taking in the heady scent of Jessica’s body. It seemed to dominate the air, and each breath that Kaede took just drew her deeper into the lung. It was as if every corner of her body was being claimed by the madwoman, taken through every hole…

Another violent thrust brought her back to reality. Harsh, painful, delicious, amazing reality. Like before, Jessica was pushing her towards that cliff, but this time in a wholly different way. She being dragged there, roughly hauled every inch of the way.

Her screams grew louder, her breath grew more ragged, and she stopped gripping the sheets. Now she pounded the bed, hammering away on it as every muscle began to tense up. ”Oh god…” She hissed through her teeth. ”Almost, I’m almost-”