When It Rains

Jessica had brought Kaede to the brink, and now it was time to shove her over it. Sweat bounced off of her body and fire burned in her heart. If Kaede came, good for her. Jessica just wanted to eviscerate, humiliate, denigrate her, in the best way she knew how. Her mouth hung open and her knuckles were bright white as she gripped the supple flesh in her hands. This must be awful for this bitch, she thought. Good.

Then Jessica reached forward and grabbed Kaede's hair. She wanted to make this more painful still, and she had the means and the motive to do it. Her abs were getting quite the little workout, as were her legs. Every thrust came with raw power behind it, belying Jessica's intense fury. She was all in. She had always been all in.

The hair was what did it for Kaede.

Everything else was a torrent of raw, carnal feelings, as Jessica ravaged her body again and again, cemented her complete dominance. But when her hair was grabbed and her neck was yanked back, it all came full circle.

She let out another shriek, but this one wasn’t like the many others she’d uttered in the past few minutes. No, it was longer. Harsher. Wilder. It was the sound of an orgasm tearing its way through her body, getting stronger with every thrust. Kaede’s back arched, as if trying to force the scream out of her lungs before it tore its way out, and her struggles reached their zenith. She pulled so hard on the bonds that you could feel the bed cracking and straining, and it almost seemed like the damn thing would collapse in heartbeat.

That didn’t happen, thankfully. Instead her body rocked back and forth, going limp as Jessica continued to ride, taking the waves of pain and pleasure as far as she could go...

Jessica sat back on her butt, and recovered her breath. The pink haired girl was still in front of her. She had very few places to go, after all. All the noises of the evening surely would have been enough to call the cops had it been any other apartment, but the neighbors knew her by now. Even if they didn't particularly like her. Jessica stood up and shimmied the strap-on off of her, and let it lay on the floor. She was done with it tonight. She was done with everything tonight. Still breathing hard, the Violent Violet crawled onto the bed and undid Kaede's wrist straps.

She figured that the girl could not take any more. Jessica couldn't really blame her. A few Japanese women had graced her bed, and none of them were capable of putting up with half the stuff that Kaede was. Then again, Jessica hadn't just beaten the crap out of any of them and forced the issue.

The Violent Violet positioned Kaede so they were spooning, with the pink haired girl as the little spoon. Jessica's big breasts ballooned against Kaede's back, right where the flog marks were. Her strong arm crossed Kaede's taut belly and held her close. It would have been adorable, had one not known all of the events that had just transpired.

And just like that, it was over. Kaede didn’t remember Jessica undoing the bonds, but she must have because the next thing she knew, she was free again. Or, at least, as free as she was going to get for the foreseeable future.

Her first thought was to roll off the bed and get a drink of water - her throat was raw from all the screaming, and she wouldn’t have been able to voice a word of protest, even if Jessica was of the mind to listen. Before she had the chance, though, she felt a pair of powerful arms circle around her waist. Jessica’s. They might as well have been iron chains.

Keeping silent, save for a long hiss when Jessica’s breasts pressed against her back, Kaede let Jessica take hold of her, hoping the giantess would drift off to sleep without another word. They were done for the night, that was enough. The morning would probably bring fresh, new, frightening and exciting experiences, but for now she’d just rest...

Her body had been pushed and pushed and pushed, and Jessica rewarded herself with a gentle sleep, entirely unbecoming for such a violent woman. The purple eyes that struck fear into the hearts of wrestlers were closed, and Jessica's chest rose and fell slowly. Jessica didn't say a word. She didn't have to.

Jessica passed the remains of the evening sleeping like a log. She didn't snore, and her dreams were pleasant yet unmemorable. They were far away from the street, but not far enough that no noise came to them. It was nice, she thought, to hear the cars whizz by. Japanese drivers were overly polite, and almost never honked.

Jessica's arms were wrapped tightly around Kaede through the whole night.