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Vi growled, panting heavily as she pinned Sevika beneath her. Her foot planted firmly on the metal bicep of her foe’s prosthetic, her bloodied, wrapped hand curled around sevika's throat. “Where’s my sister? Where’s he keeping her?” Vi demanded, her voice irritable, tinged with desperation for a lead after so long.
Even in sevika’s precarious position, she wore a smirk. Vi’s grip was present, but loose. She could breathe freely. The punk had always been too soft. Her grin grew wider when she heard Vi’s desperate demand “keeping her? You mean jinx?” She asked low.
The change in Vi’s expression was quite the sight. Her breath hitched, her eyes narrowing as she processed this news. Sevika stifled a chuckle, “she works for him” she continued.
If Sevika had found vi’s reaction amusing before, this was even better. A soft gasp escaped vi’s lips, her eyes widening. Foolishly, her weak grip loosened further, her trembling fingers retracting an inch or so. This was all the opening she needed. She curled her metal fingers into a fist, landing a heavy punch to vi’s gut, just below her ribs. The blow was harsh, knocking the wind out of Vi, who recoiled.
Sevika didn’t hesitate to have the last word, leaning in to twist the knife, her lips ghosting vi’s ear “she’s like his daughter..” she murmured, watching vi’s pained grimace at both the blow and the words. Then, Sevika used vi’s temporary decommission to shove her hard, knocking Vi away onto her front, clutching her stomach.
Vi coughed weakly, trying to draw air back into her lungs after the brutal metal punch, when firm fingers gripped her face tightly. Her back arched as she was lifted, the older woman towering over her “you know.. you look cute like this. Heh, never though I’d say that about Vander’s prodigy” sevika said low, her tone taking on a sultry edge as she gazed down at the semi helpless woman before her.
In response, Vi spat on the ground at her feet, drawing another husky chuckle from Sevika. “Cute. But next time don’t miss. Doesn’t hold nearly as much disrespect” Sevika murmured as she began to thumb at the button of her trousers, her dark eyes never leaving Vi’s defiant face.
Vi growled when she noticed “what the fuck are you doing?” She spat.
Sevika watched with a smirk as vi realised she was face to face with an imposing strap. It was both long and girthy, coloured a hot magenta with a cavity in the centre, which could be filled with a vial of shimmer Sevika carried on her person. Sevika rarely took the monstrosity of a device off. It made her feel powerful. “Can it, Vi. All is fair in love and war” Sevika growled huskily “now. You're gonna do what I say. I could kill you. But silco never specified what I should do with you. Only to ‘deal with you’. I’d say, this is dealing with you” she mused with a dark chuckle.
Vi glowered up at her. This position was precarious, to say the least. Her chest ached from the metal gut punch, her lungs still shuddering to draw in breath. She tried to spit a protest when Sevika guided the strap between her lips, but was cut off as it was pushed deeper.
Sevika groaned low as she watched Vi’s lips stretch around her. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the vial and inserting it into the top of the mechanism, the device making a low gurgling noise, followed by mechanical whirring as it powered up. She moved nice and slow at first, hoping to heat Vi up too. Sure, she could force herself on her, but she’d be far more satisfied watching the other woman get riled up and retaliate in kind.
And it didn’t take long for just that to happen. Vi glowered up at her, her arms finally reaching up to dig into sevika’s hips, pressing her nails in roughly as she began to move with sevika’s hips, glaring up at her all the while.
This drew a low chuckle from Sevika’s lips. She adjusted their postition so her foot was pressed against Vi’s groin, the toe of her boot moving slowly against vi’s sensitive flesh. From the way Vi growled around her strap, the motion pissed her off. That made Sevika smirk. Cute.
Sevika quickly grew tired of this arrangement. As amusing as it was to watch Vi choke on her strap, she wanted more. Without warning, she shoved her back, causing vi to fall backwards with a grunt. Sevika allowed her no recovery, descending on her roughly.
Vi fought back, out of a combination of hate and lust. The pair grappled, fighting for control over the other. When Sevika won again, vi let out a frustrated growl as she was pinned. Again, Sevika allowed no recovery, roughly tugging at vi’s trousers as she pinned her against the wall.
Vi attempted to kick Sevika irritably, only to receive a sharp metal slap to her now bare thigh, eliciting a yelp from her lips, followed by an embarrassed glower. Sevika smirked, yanking vi’s trousers off fully and throwing them aside. Her thick fingers probed at vi’s boxer shorts, before slipping under. She found a light Sheen of slick, but certainly not as wet as she hoped. But that was just fine, she could remedy that easily. She yanked vi’s underwear off too, gripping her thighs and forcing her legs wider. Sevika chuckled low as she got sight of vi’s unshaven mound. Soft pink folds framed by hot magenta pubes. What a sight to behold “look at that. Pretty in pink, eh?” She taunted.
Vi protested, pissed off that she found herself boxed into submission. A breathless gasp escaped her lips as Sevika descended on her. Sevika was no prude. Vi had found her location because she was a regular at the brothel. This woman was an expert, and now she was at her mercy. She writhed, her head tipping back against the wall as sevika’s rough tongue laved her sensitive clit.
It was ironic that Sevika had laughed at her for lack of patience, for every movement seemed to be quick succession. Sevika was eager to make her fall apart, that much was clear. Vi writhed as Sevika’s thick fingers joined her tongue, roughly pushing into her pussy without so much as a moment of adjustment, thrusting in and out in time with her skilled tongue.
Vi’s hand fisted in the gravel below them, her thighs trembling from the intense stimulation. Less than thirty seconds and she felt herself caving, her inner muscles tightening around sevika’s fingers as she felt her tether to control wavering and slipping.
Just as it began to ramp up, the white hot pleasure coalescing into a tight knot in her belly, ready to unleash at any moment, Sevika pulled back, leaving her floundering and horribly empty.
Vi shuddered, left wheezing as she noticed sevika’s cruel smirk. But before she got the chance to cuss her out and ask her what she was playing at, Sevika grasped her again, hauling her up roughly and dragging her a few feet to the left, tossing her down so she was bent over a crate.
The position was horribly exposing, making her feel vulnerable, but Sevika clearly didn’t care. She bumped vi’s thighs open wider, spitting lewdly on her still quivering cunt before those same fingers began to massage the saliva in, infuriatingly slowly
A few moments later, vi felt the hot rigid intrusion that could only be sevika’s strap. With a few slow, lazy thrusts, vi’s passage yielded, the muscle parting to allow her to bottom out. Sevika groaned low “tight, but not a virgin. I bet you had quite the collection of prison whores, didn’t you?” Sevika growled in her ear, her hand Roughly fisting in vi’s hair, forcing her head down into the crate as she began to thrust roughly.
Vi didn’t have the conviction to muster up a retort, breathless moans escaping her lips as she was pounded into the crate. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase, some kind of handhold to ground her, only for sevika’s mechanical arm to close around her wrists, holding her arms behind her back as her biological hand pulled her hair roughly, making her cry out.
The sight before Sevika was one she’d burn into her memory forever. Vander’s prodigy, bent over and vulnerable just for her. Her thrusts were merciless, making the skin of vi’s exceptionally pretty ass ripple.
Sevika chuckled at the sight of vi’s panting. She removed her hand from vi’s hair, pulling out another vial of shimmer, slowing her thrusts to a lazy pace as she inserted it in, the strap topping up with the glowing drug and whirring inside vi, making her tremble slightly. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet” sevika whispered huskily, squeezing vi’s ass as she quickened her pace once more.
Sevika growled low, bringing her biological hand down hard on Vi’s ass, eliciting an annoyed yelp. “Y’know, maybe you should become a whore, vi. I know I’d swing by your room in the brothel often if you made such cute noises for me every time” she taunted, trying to rile her up on purpose
The crate creaked under the weight of sevika’s force, but held steady, thankfully.
Sevika could feel from the way vi trembled that she was reaching the end of her tether again. She grew twitchy, her mouth hanging open as she panted hotly, her cheek still pressed against the rough wood of the crate. So Sevika gave her a bit of encouragement, reaching around with her biological hand her to rub harshly at her clit, making vi squirm even more “go on then. Cum on my strap, whore.” Sevika chuckled darkly, enjoying the way vi tried to turn and glower at her. Sevika didn’t allow that, using her body weight to pin vi firmly, her fingers and hips working in tandem.
What followed after was a moment Sevika would relive for years to come. Vi let out a low, keening whine, gasping breathlessly as her body shuddered and twitched, her body tensing up beneath her as her eyes rolled back. Sevika didn’t let up, fucking her through it as she pulled vi’s head to the side so she could really admire the pathetic facial expressions.
To really nail the coffin shut, she thrust harder, faster, eliciting a groan from vi as her movements became overstimulating. Sevika ignored it, her hips moving so fast she’d likely feel it later, before a low grunt escaped her lips, her hips stuttering.
The strap was rather clever in design and function, allowing Sevika to feel some kind of sensation, working in tandem. When Sevika reached her end, the strap whirred, ejaculating the remaining shimmer directly into vi, making her yell and jerk as the drug hit her system unexpectedly, the purple shooting through her veins like a thunderbolt.
Sevika chuckled low at vi’s reaction to the shimmer, her hips slowing to a stop before she slowly retracted. Some of the fluorescent purple dripped out of her, though most of it had been absorbed instantly. Sevika rolled her arms back lazily, stretching before she tucked the strap away into her trousers once more. Her body ached, partly from the vicious fight they’d engaged in earlier, partly from sexual exertion. She sat back on an adjacent crate, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, exhaling a plume of smoke as she admired the sight of vi’s still trembling form.
Vi pushed herself up, shaking violently as her body was wracked with a crazy cocktail of different sensations. Most unwelcome was the buzzing through her veins, her vision tinged slightly purple as the shimmer coursed through her, lighting every nerve on end. It was almost ten minutes later before she could stand again, her legs trembling as she glared hatefully at Sevika “fuck you” she spat.
Sevika simply snorted “no. That was ten minutes ago” she drawled, offering the cigarette to vi, who snatched it as she trudged over to where Sevika had thrown her clothes, dressed with a sour expression. When she was dressed, she stormed away from the smirking woman, taking the cigarette with her. She her to find powder.. or jinx; as Sevika had called her. And she didn’t want to spend another second looking at her smug, shit eating expression.
Sevika watched her go, pulling out a new cigarette. “Vander’s prodigy, indeed” she murmured with a low chuckle