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Vi hated the enforcers with every fiber of her being. They made her blood boil, the fucking hypocrites. Lurking around every corner of the undercity, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims as soon as they believe their toes have slipped just a little out of line. So high and mighty, yet every night in the pit, they were there, waving their money, cheering Vi on.

These enforcers couldn't give a single fuck if the undercity beat itself to a bloody pulp, as long as they could get more money out of it than they put in.

It was Vi's two most loyal enforcer bettors that arrested her today. She always won and ensured their pockets were filled at night, but once the sun was up, they forgot all about what she did for them. In fact, it seemed they were trailing her, waiting for her to do something, say something they could clamp handcuffs on her for.

She knew of course, so she was on her best behaviour, strolling through some markets to get some fresh (hardly) air after tasting nothing but blood overnight. They must have gotten impatient, because before she realised it, one stopped following her to cut off her path, causing them to walk into each other.

Unsurprisingly, Vi was blamed for it, and that was all it took.

Now, she was in a familiar cell, chained to the wall like she was a serial killer or super terrorist. Admittedly, after the fight last night and the way the two enforcers made sure to rough her up, she didn't look innocent. Her long hair was a mess, a dirty mix of red and black hanging over her bruised face. The side of her head that was shaved was dry with old blood, and her limbs ached and protested in their chains, her body battered.

But she was innocent, and this cell was much too big for her.

Her ankles and wrists were cuffed to chains that could extend far enough for her to walk to a bucket in the corner of the room and reach to adjust her clothes, but that was it. She refused to stoop down to pissing in a bucket though, especially when she also had a collar wrapped snug around her neck, chained to the wall like the ones holding her limbs.

Any movement, and it would tighten, a constant reminder of how tightly the commander held her prisoner.

Because Vi knew this was all her doing. The enforcers that arrested her were not only loyal bettors to Vi, but were also devoted followers of Commander Kiramman.

They were the ones that threw her in here and chained her up, and they were still the ones standing guard outside the door.

As if Vi would escape. Even if she could, even if she was this massive threat deserving of this treatment, Vi wouldn't even consider escaping.

“She in there?”

Why?

“Yes, Commander.”

Because, while she hated all of the enforcers, this one was a different story.

“Leave us.”

Footsteps receded, and a distant door closed. A few seconds passed, and then the door to Vi's cell swung open.

“You again.”

There she stood, the one that made Vi's heart race and stomach twist all at once, tall, dark and beautiful. Her uniform was regal, clean cut and hugging in all the right places, and so was her voice, sending shivers down Vi's spine as she tutted.

“You just can't resist, can you?”

Vi's blood was boiling, but so was her skin, heating up under the Commander's gaze.

The dark haired woman knew exactly what buttons to push.

“Can't resist fighting, but you so easily give in and come crawling back here, to little old me?”

Hypocrites, all of them. Vi couldn't help but chuckle. “Is that why the highly regarded Commander Caitlyn Kiramman has made her way down to this dingy, abandoned jail cell in the undercity with no escort? just a hooded coat over your shoulders to cover your uniform?”

Caitlyn snickered, but Vi wasn't finished.

“Because she can't resist the scrappy little pitfighter she sent her cronies to collect for her?”

Caitlyn's smirk faltered, barely noticeable, but Vi had stared at those lips enough to catch it. It made her smirk in turn.

“‘You again’, indeed.” Vi said mockingly as she shook her head. “You've got to be careful Commander, you're getting a bit predictable.”

Got her.

With a hum as if in thought, Caitlyn looked like she was going to give in. She clasped her hands together and Vi expected her to start pulling her gloves off.

Instead she stepped backwards, outside the frame of the door. “I guess I'll have to do the unpredictable thing and leave you then.”

It was a bluff, Vi knew it had to be. She wasn't going to fall for it, even as Caitlyn reached for the door handle.

“Make yourself comfortable, you'll be staying here for the night.”

But then Caitlyn was really closing the door, and for a split second Vi considered what the next few hours would be like. Her body already ached all over, and now with the Commander's presence alone working her up enough to bring that ache down to her core, Vi knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. She could try to handle it by herself, the chains did allow her to reach all over her body, but…

“Wait!

No, she couldn't. Vi gave in just like that, and the slowly shutting door halted, but didn't move back either.

Yes, Caitlyn was waiting, but she wanted to hear more.

Vi sighed. “Are you going to make me crawl? you're right.” and it wasn't a full lie; she didn't put up a fight when those enforcers grabbed her because she recognised them. She knew exactly where they were going to take her and what was going to happen to her, and she didn’t fight.

It had been a little while since they last met. Vi had worried the Commander found somebody new.

But when Caitlyn opened the door again, the look in her pretty eyes told Vi no, she wouldn’t be tossed aside anytime soon.
“Crawl.” was all she commanded, and Vi obeyed without a second thought. The cell floor was rough under her bandaged hands and sore knees, but she ignored the pain and crawled.

She only covered about a meter of the cell before the chains tightened and pulled her back, making her choke with the force that pulled her up onto her knees. Eyes blurring with tears, head spinning and body protesting, Vi hardly heard Caitllyn's sinister giggle, nor the scrape of something being dragged forward.
“Oh, you have missed me.”

Spluttering, Vi barely managed to spit “Bite me.”

Again, Caitlyn tutted. When Vi's vision cleared, she saw what had been dragged along the floor. A wooden chair sat in front of her, draped with the commander's coat but no commander sat on it.

“Oh, no.” Caitlyn sighed from behind her, and instinctively Vi’s neck tried to whip back, but Caitlyn's hand stopped her once it wrapped around the back of her collar. “You know that isn't how this works, Violet.” she said like she was chastising a naughty child, making the hairs on the back of Vi's neck stand up. Nobody knew Vi's full name, but being the commander allowed Caitlyn to have access to whatever details she wanted.

She shivered again, partly at the sound of hearing her name uttered on the Commander's lips, and partly because the chain connected to the collar of her neck rattled and loosened. Vi swallowed as much air into her lungs like she had been starved of it, taking advantage of the small reprieve for as long as she could, before the collar tightened again in time with Caitlyn's sharp tug.

Vi fell to the floor again, having no choice but to crawl as Caitlyn pulled her by the chain, like a dog on a leash. She had disconnected it from the wall but still Vi lost all sense of relief, the chain wrapped tight around Caitlyn's ungloved wrist.

When did that come off?

Vi had no time to wonder as Caitlyn sat on the chair and patted her thigh with her other hand and said, “be a good girl and put your mouth to good use, would you?” treating Vi like a dog indeed.

Vi should have been offended. The Commander's abuse was just more reason to hate the enforcers.

Caitlyn tugged again at the chain. The brief but sharp cut off of her breath made Vi grunt, but it wasn't exactly out of pain.
“You do want to be good, don't you?”

Vi so desperately wanted it. She wanted to be good, and she wanted more of that abuse, yet she still resisted. She hated hypocrites, yet she was one. It was too late to think she had any moral high ground, not when she had already submitted to the Commander countless times – in different cells, in alley ways, in quiet bars – but still, Vi couldn't give in just yet.

Caitlyn sighed. “So, it's like that, is it?” shaking her head, she pulled hard at the chain so Vi was forced up onto her knees, and leaned forward so their faces were only centimetres apart. Her breath was warm on Vi's face, teasingly caressing her lips.

“I'm disappointed.” Caitlyn said, her empty hand coming up to tilt Vi's chin.

They were so close.

“I thought after getting yourself thrown in here, you'd want to be good.”

Vi's fists clenched in their shackles. She could have easily bitten Caitlyn's finger, given her a real reason to be in this cell. When Caitlyn lifted her thumb to her lip lip, she was practically asking for it.

“But it seems you are so adamant on continuing to be…” bad “disobedient,” Vi blushed pathetically all the same, no matter what word the Commander chose to describe her. “I might as well have to take the matter into my own hands.”

Vi had not taken her eyes off Caitlyn once. Only then did she blink, not quite understanding what Caitlyn was getting at. With a smug smirk, Caitlyn pressed her thumb further past Vi's split lip so it grazed her teeth.
“The least you could do is ‘bite me’, Violet.”

Caitlyn mocked her just like Vi mocked her before. It should not have heated Vi up as much as it did. She clamped her teeth together hard enough to sting, but Caitlyn seemed unfazed, easily sliding her hand back so the glove slipped off and hung from Vi's mouth.

“Good girl.”

Vi's breathing grew heavier at the sound of those words, her nose exhaling sharply. She knew she probably looked like a panting dog, ready to pounce as soon as she had the word, but she was caring less and less as Caitlyn withdrew that bare hand up her thigh.

The Commander was wearing her uniform with the skirt. Underneath, she wore tights, but Vi could not tell if they went to her waist or stopped at her thighs. Vi's eyes followed the drag of Caitlyn's fingers, the suspense unbearable as Caitlyn toyed with the hem of her skirt.

Just as she was about to peel back the fabric, her hand paused. “You can drop it, you know.” she said with a condescending chuckle that would normally piss Vi off, but after waiting for this for much longer than she had realised, Vi couldn't care any less at this point.

She genuinely did worry the Commander had lost interest in her. Now that Vi had Caitlyn's attention, she did not plan on letting it go. So Vi dropped the glove from her mouth and forced her hands down to the button on her pants, eager to give Caitlyn a show too.

Again, there came that condescending chuckle. “I see your chains aren't tight enough.”

Vi's fingers faltered.

“Keep going.” Caitlyn said, a trap lying hidden in her voice.

Vi hesitated.

“That's an order.”

Preparing for the worst, Vi kept going until Caitlyn made her stop. Once her pants were pushed down to her thighs, Caitlyn tutted and pressed the tip of her boot to her pubic bone.
“That's enough.” she said, but didn't withdraw her foot. The thin underwear Vi wore did nothing to help soften the firm leather of the Commander's boot, now lightly pressing against her lower and lower.

“Some rules,”

Vi sucked in a breath, Caitlyn's foot taunting her as she held it just underneath Vi's crotch, so she practically sat on the boot and thus making it hard to pay attention to the rules Caitlyn was now laying out.

“You can't touch yourself, or me.”

That wouldn't be an issue. With the way they were positioned, Caitlyn's foot between Vi's thighs, her calf resting against Vi's cuffed hands which hung low, Vi could not touch herself nor Caitlyn without Caitlyn withdrawing her leg.

“I, of course, can touch you however I like.”

Scowling, Vi dared to ask “What do you want me to do then?”

Smirking, Caitlyn just said “Watch.”

She lifted her skirt, at first just revealing the tights she wore were Vi's favourite – thigh highs – and then quickly revealing those tights were all she wore underneath her uniform.

“Fuck…”

The commander’s cunt was fully exposed to Vi's waiting mouth, as well-groomed and delectable as she remembered – not that she could ever forget, of course. With her free leg falling open invitingly and her pussy pink and glistening, Vi went to dive in as if on instinct, eager for the taste she did not remember as well as she would have liked. Her throat felt raw, like she had long been dying of starvation and thirst and only realised it now once a meal presented itself.

But then Vi was choking on air, Caitlyn’s hum of disapproval louder than the ringing in her ears. She held the make-shift leash connected to her collar up high, the chain pulled taut.

“Do you not understand simple commands?” Caitlyn hissed, “Have you been roughed up so much you can't understand a command as simple as ‘don't touch’?” her anger a stark contrast to the gentle, teasing way she continued to rub the top of her boot against Vi, “Do you understand me now?” even as her voice dripped with venom, “or do I need to tighten your chains even more?” her threat making Vi drip just the same.

Gasping for air, Vi couldn't even answer. The constant cut offs of air making her ache in all the right ways roughed her up much more than the punches and kicks she took in the pit, and she wanted more – – but she couldn't risk passing out. How would she convince the commander to see – take – her more often, if she passed out from a little roughhousing? Why would the commander want to have her way with Vi again, if Vi couldn't even stay conscious for it?

Commander Kirraman was tough and cold, but even she had her limits. Yet her eyes still blazed with sadistic enjoyment when she spat “Well?”

Vi barely managed to say she understood, but Caitlyn got it. She dropped the chain just enough for it to slacken, and Vi fell against her leg, panting hoarsely.

“See?” gently, Caitlyn dropped her hand down to stroke the back of Vi's neck. Despite the chain brushing against her skin, it was comforting. “You can be good.” Admittedly, Caitlyn's praise felt just as good as her abuse.

Vi intended to stay there until she fully caught her breath again, but the all too familiar sound of fingers sinking into wet heat cut her recovery time short. Her head whipped up to look, and Caitlyn's hand grasped a fistful of her locks tightly, holding her firm and making her whine.

“Remember, no touching.”

Commander Kiramman may have had her limits, but that didn't make her any less cruel. She held Vi's head still so she couldn't look away, forcing her to watch as she fingered herself.

Even if Vi could look away, she wouldn’t have.

In and out Caitlyn’s fingers slid, smooth and slick over her clit and folds. She used her long index and middle fingers, gradually pumping them in faster, deeper, sinking to the knuckles. No noise came out of her mouth. In fact, she seemed bored.

When she began to stretch herself, her fingers spreading in a scissoring motion allowing Vi to catch a glimpse of her opening cunt, Vi couldn’t help but groan. With the silence broken, Caitlyn’s interest certainly piqued, if the increase of wetness coating her long fingers were anything to go by.

The sight could have made Vi drool.

“Caitlyn…”

Then she was groaning again, purely in frustration as Caitlyn slipped her fingers out completely. Vi had no time to savour the sight of her loose pussy before those wet fingers pressed to her lips, shushing her by shoving her fingers inside.
“Careful, Violet. Don’t make me gag you too.”

If gagging meant Vi could suck her fingers, she would not protest.

“You know what to call me.”

But then Caitlyn was withdrawing her fingers again from her mouth, leaving Vi with nothing.

“Commander,” she said breathlessly, almost pleadingly.
Caitlyn hummed in approval, “Good girl.”and sank those wet fingers back into her cunt.

Again, Vi groaned. With mock pity, Caitlyn pouted.
“You did this to yourself. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” she said as she scratched the back of Vi’s neck, making her shudder in pleasure, drowning out her infuriating lies. Vi did nothing wrong, but she was eager to make it right regardless.
“Let me make it up to you.” Vi spluttered, her shame long gone. Both of Caitlyn’s hands paused, even as her foot started to move again.

“You know the magic word.”

Shit, her voice was so smug. Looking up, Vi saw that sly smirk and triumphant blaze in the Commander’s eyes.

‘Fuck you’ is what she should have said – because truly she would have loved to do so indeed – but instead, Vi caved.

“Please.” she panted, again and again as she grinded against the foot of Caitlyn’s boot.

“That’s right,” Caitlyn chuckled that condescending sound again, but this time, “beg.” it just made Vi beg.

“Please, Commander. Let me touch you,” she already was, arms hugging Cait’s thigh so she could better rut against her, “please you.” but it wouldn’t do anything for Caitlyn, at least not in the way she wanted it to. “You can shut me up, use me,” Caitlyn’s fingers slowed inside herself, but the ones entwined within Vi’s hair only tightened. “just please let me put my mouth to good use.”

And Caitlyn caved, just like that.

“I knew you had it in you.” she spoke as if she was proud, even as she yanked Vi upwards by her hair. “Just keep your hands where I can see them.”

With her arms still around Caitlyn’s leg, Vi had no choice but to let her hands hang. The angle was awkward, with both the chained collar and her pulled hair holding her up, and she struggled to position herself appropriately with her knees burning against the floor, her thighs constricted within her half-pulled down pants, and Caitlyn’s foot still pressing against her. Luckily, Caitlyn manhandled her so her face rested in between her thighs. The crane of her neck and twinge in her back and shoulders were anything but comfortable, so Vi hastily distracted herself by finally diving in.

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her body tensing ever so slightly as Vi lapped up her taste.

“Good girl,”

She dragged her tongue all over, licking along her folds, desperate to savour it all in case Caitlyn decided to disappear again. Vi truly had been starved, and Caitlyn tasted too good to devour in one bite.

“Fuck,”

It was rare to hear the Commander swear. Usually so composed and refined, the crack in her resolve was all the encouragement Vi needed to taste more. Sinking her tongue into Caitlyn’s loosened hole, she flicked and stroked against the inner walls, tasting the slick arousal that was teased on those fingers that now caressed her scalp.

Caitlyn moaned, “So fucking good,” and soon enough those fingers were turning desperate, nails scratching against Vi’s scalp as they grabbed and pulled at her hair. “Too good,”

She held her back, leaving a string of saliva hanging between her cunt and Vi’s mouth. It only broke when Vi licked her lips, eager to get back in there. But Caitlyn held her steady, just for a moment that was long enough for Vi to let out an impatient growl.

With a snicker, Caitlyn simply commanded “control yourself,” and forced her back down.

Vi didn’t hold back then. She feasted upon Caitlyn like her pussy was her last meal on death row.

Knowing her, Vi would not be surprised if Caitlyn ended up being the death of her. After all, Caitlyn took great enjoyment in torturing her, apparently even more than being pleasured. Vi kissing and licking inside and out her cunt – and sucking on her clit – did nothing to deter Caitlyn rubbing her foot against her pussy.

If Vi wasn’t so busy eating the commander out, she may have had the mind to be utterly humiliated. Her face was flushed, her body was trembling and her underwear was completley soaked. It was just Caitlyn’s foot, her gorgeous leg fitted with an over the knee boot, stockings poking out just above, but it was enough to make a mess of Vi.

“Pathetic.”

So much of a mess that now Vi was no longer busy eating Caitlyn out, because she simply couldn’t. She just huffed and puffed, her breath fanning Caitlyn’s pussy hard enough to make it pulse.

“Did I say you could stop?” Caitlyn’s voice dripped that warm venom again, the sound hot enough it almost made Vi come then and there. She stilled her desperate rutting against Caitlyn’s leg to catch her breath, but Caitlyn wasn’t having it.

“Keep going,”

Another sharp push and Vi’s mouth was back on her, no room to breathe except through her nose as Caitlyn held her down to grind against her tongue.

“And don’t stop.”

Caitlyn was practically riding her face, the roll of her hips controlled and precise. Vi struggled to keep up, her tongue and lips messy and clumsy as she moaned into Caitlyn’s cunt, Caitlyn’s foot not helping. At the same time as she fucked herself on Vi’s sore mouth, she continued to rub and press and drag her booted foot along and against Vi’s throbbing pussy, as if Vi’s mouth did not faze her at all.

The taunting pressure between her legs becoming too much– cruelly grazing her covered clit, torturously slowing against her clothed folds – Vi took less than a second to let her mouth catch some air, before Caitlyn forced her back, her tight grasp in Vi’s hair making her whimper – fucking whimper.

“Stay down.” Caitlyn grunted, almost like she was getting tired of Vi. Whether she was tired of her mouth, or having to discipline her, Vi could not tell. But, Vi could feel her thighs around her face tense, the typical indicator that Caitlyn was close. Caitlyn was so disciplined and composed, Vi wouldn’t have been able to tell if she wasn’t so familiar with her body already.

So Vi dived back in, eager to leave the commander so satisfied she wouldn’t be able to resist coming back much sooner than she ever had before. Vi let go of what little restraint she had left and ground her hips down, humping Caitlyn’s leg like a bitch in heat. If Caitlyn was so determined to push her to snap, after successfully making her melt into such a good girl, then so be it, Vi would bite.

“F-Fuck!”

And bite Vi did, latching her mouth onto the soft flesh of Caitlyn’s inner thigh, just a breath’s width from her drenched pussy. The trim of her stockings tickled Vi’s jaw, the patch of skin exposed only little.

“Shit…” Caitlyn whimpered as Vi made sure to suck hickeys on each thigh, ensuring no strip of bare skin was left unmarked. Weakly, Caitlyn tugged at her hair and chain, and her foot faltered.

Vi only grinded faster, sucked harder, more desperate.There was so little strength in Caitlyn’s protests, Vi knew it was all for show to save her dignity.

Caitlyn had wanted to feel Vi’s bite from the start, and Vi wasn’t going to disappoint. She wanted to lose control, even if it was only for a brief moment, and Vi would let her.

And brief it was, Vi quickly moving back to kiss her clit once she bit and bruised all of the commander’s pale skin she could reach.

God, she tasted good no matter what part of her Vi got to taste,

Another brief moment passed, and then Caitlyn’s thighs clamped around Vi’s head, holding her prisoner as her orgasm hit. The walls tensed around Vi’s tongue immediately, drenching her taste buds with the sweetness of her arousal. Caitlyn's back arched off the chair, stomach pulling taut, and her body just quaked, broken moans spilling out of her mouth she tried so desperately to smother by biting her lip.

Vi so desperately wanted to catch those lips between her own teeth, but now wasn't the time – there never was time for that anyway. All Vi had time for was making a lasting impression while she still could, refusing to relent while she still had Caitlyn trembling.

Keeping the Commander distracted was also a bonus, giving Vi more time to chase after her own release which neared the edge quicker with every rock of her hips.

Vi was so close, and Caitlyn was too far. Her body had slumped, the waves of her orgasm calming down.

“Stop,” Caitlyn muttered, her voice breathless.

Vi didn’t stop. She kept going, making Caitlyn's body begin to shake from oversensitivity.

“Stop.” Caitlyn said more firmly, but it was too late. Vi was much too close to obey now. If Caitlyn wanted her to stop, she had to make her.

“That's an order,”

So she did, yanking the chain so hard and fast, Vi choked. Lightheaded and vision blurring, Vi thought she may have passed out, her throat struggling to take in another breath.

“Violet.”

But when Caitlyn tutted her name in that condescending, disapproving voice that hinted a smug sort of amusement, Vi was coming too. Whether it was purely from Caitlyn's voice, or the way she carefully rubbed Vi through her orgasm with her boot, or the way Vi's mind and body went into an absolute frenzy when Caitlyn cut off her air supply, Vi could not tell. All she knew was with a strangled cry, she came hard and fast, pathetically quivering against Caitlyn's leg as she gasped both for air and for relief.

Her body gave out just before she passed out, collapsing against Caitlyn’s leg once she dropped the chain. Underwear soaked and body covered in sweat, Vi stuck to her with her cheek lying atop Caitlyn's damp thigh. The only sound that filled the cell was their breathing, Caitlyn's light and controlled while Vi's were heavy and desperate.

Any second, Caitlyn could make her choke again. But she didn't. Instead, she did something much worse.

“Good girl,” she said those words of praise so softly as she stroked the back of Vi's neck in such an oddly comforting manner, Vi could have purred. When she lifted her gaze to meet Caitlyn's, the look of fucked out lust she saw swelled Vi's chest with pride. Caitlyn's face was as flushed as Vi felt.

It was intimate, more than they had ever allowed. Once Vi realised they had been staring too long – Cait's eyes softening – Vi turned to gently nip at her thigh, to break them both out of it.

“Look at me.”

Yet Caitlyn didn't let her, forcing Vi's face up by her chin. Weak and numb, Vi couldn't protest even if she wanted to, Caitlyn having pulled back her leg so she had nothing to support her weight. Of course, Vi had no complaints. She had never seen the Commander so gentle.

Caitlyn's breath fanned her face, and with furrowed brows her gaze filled with concern, pouring into Vi's own.

“Your eyes are slightly bloodshot.” she murmured quietly, as if ashamed. Was that guilt lacing her voice, or something more sinister? Perhaps it excited her like it did Vi in that moment – the possibility of Caitlyn leaving some sort of mark on her like she had done to her thighs making Vi realise now was as good a time as any to do what she really wanted – what they both wanted.

“I'm afraid I may have–”

Gotten carried away? So did Vi, swooping down to smash her mouth against Caitlyn's while she had the chance.

Those smirking lips tasted better than Vi ever could have imagined, and her startled moan was even sweeter once Vi swallowed it up. She licked into Caitlyn's mouth, forceful and the kiss hardening.

Caitlyn did not push her away. The way the commander melted was a stark contrast to the way she had tensed just moments ago.

Finally, something Vi could control. The kiss was burning and deep, yet it wasn't enough. Vi craved more, so she took more.

Where Caitlyn's lips slid languidly, Vi's moved more aggressively. She gave Caitlyn another second to pull away, before biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

That taste was even sweeter. A guttural groan escaped Vi, rumbling up her throat and into Caitlyn's mouth. Briefly, Caitlyn chuckled – the sound and vibrations of it pleasurable – but once she got a taste of her own blood, she moaned long and deep.

It was not a sound Vi had heard before. Neither was the slight whimpery yelp that followed.

Caitlyn recoiled, her shock very delayed. In fact, she looked so alarmed it was almost comical, her pupils practically pinholes. Once again, it was all for show. Vi knew she only pulled away because she realised she should have done so already.

“What?” Vi feigned ignorance. Finally having done something to be proud of, she curled her smuggest smirk and licked her lips still wet with come and blood. “did I not put my mouth to good use?”

A beat.

The impact of Caitlyn's slap hitting her cheek didn't come as a surprise, but it still knocked that smirk off Vi’s face as she fell to her side.

“Never again.”

When Vi twisted to look back at Caitlyn, she had no regrets whatsoever. Her face burned, her throat burned, her eyes burned, but there was no way she looked as hot and bothered as Caitlyn seemed to be then. Invigorated, Vi licked her lips to taste her own blood mixed with Caitlyn’s.

Cailtyn watched, eyes following her tongue closely, the perfect distraction from her fury.

Vi chuckled, “Too much?” and dared to push further. “Don’t tell me you’re all bark and no bite, Commander.”

That pissed her off again. With a scowl, Caitlyn reached down to pull Vi back up by the collar of her jacket, close to throttling her, and hissed “Just because I’m not a brute like you does not mean I cannot rough you up the same.”

At that, Vi barked out a laugh, “Don’t I know it.” Caitlyn’s empty threat falling on deaf ears.

Nobody must have ever laughed in her face before. Another temporary weakness in her stony resolve crumbled, showing how taken aback she was by Vi’s response, and she was quick to piece it back together, but Vi still saw that crack, so obvious once she knew it was there.

Vi said, “You know how to rough me up just right,” knowing just how to push Caitlyn’s buttons. “And I’ve been beaten up enough to know how to spot a brute from a mile away.”

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed, daring her to continue, so as always, Vi did.

“Don’t believe me?” she snorted, “When you’re with me, you let the leash off that side of yourself you don’t let the public see. It’s so different from that Commander who just radiates cool dominance.”

That dominance was deteriorating though, Caitlyn’s eyes darting down to Vi’s mouth as if she needed to see her speaking to ensure she heard her clearly.

Vi smirked. “Maybe you do unleash it with others, maybe there are others and I’m not special – but I don’t think there is anybody else. No matter how much you deny it, you’re a brute as much as I am, and that’s why you can’t keep away.”

It was hard to tell if Caitlyn really did want to throttle her then, or have her way with her once more.

“Choke me, bite me, kiss me.”

Either way, Vi didn’t mind.

“Either way, you’ll come crawling back. You always do.”

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, and Vi knew that she had won, no matter what she did next. Caitlyn’s hands at her collar shook with quiet rage, her teeth grinded as her jaw set, and her eyes still lingered on Vi’s lips, contemplating her next move while Vi tried to guess it.

“Get yourself cleaned up.”

Vi didn’t expect the simple command, but of course she had no complaints being bossed around by a pretty enforcer.

Somewhat aggressive but still cautious, Caitlyn released her jacket hastily so Vi could do as she was told. “You’ll be let out in an hour.” she said as she stood to turn, giving Vi a stunning view that she happily let delay her.

She had never touched that waist, but seeing the curve of it so defined by the glow outside the cell door, had Vi putting that first on her to-do lists for next time. It was so lithe, so perfect to drape her arms over. She was entranced by it as Caitlyn walked away, only being pulled out of her trance the moment Caitlyn grabbed the chair and dragged it back toward the door before swinging it open, the scrape of the wood and the squeak of the hinges loud.

Once she grabbed her coat and stood in the now open doorway, Caitlyn threw Vi one last look over her shoulder.

“Be a good girl and don’t let me find you in any more trouble. I’d hate to have to put you back in your place again.”

Her words made Vi fucking shudder, the silent promise confirming what she already knew. Another challenge Vi had already won.

She let Caitlyn think she would be good, “Yes, Commander.” but once that door closed, Vi already began planning how she could get Caitlyn’s attention next time, and what Caitlyn would do when Vi really made herself known.

Chapter Text

None of this had gone as Vi planned.

“You really fucked up this time.”

Yet she was glad she was handcuffed then.

“Just know we had nothing to do with this,”

Because if her hands were free…

“This one was all you, Vi.”

She would have punched the smug, shit eating grin off that hypocrite enforcer’s face, and he knew it. Her sore hands ached with not just pain, but with the overwhelming urge to wrangle her captor's neck.

Doing so would have done nothing to help the situation she was in, but it would have brought some much needed satisfaction after the boiling stress that had built up over the past few weeks and erupted into an utter mess tonight.

With her weapons of choice rendered useless in chains, the enforcer taunted her for what felt like hours as she was escorted from the fighting pit to that familiar little jail.

The very same enforcer that bet on her to win the fight that got her locked up in the first place, heading for the very same cell which Vi had always entered somewhat willingly, until now.

This was real. This was serious. In fact, they didn't even take her to the same cell, instead choosing another darker cell, the one next to her usual, tight and suffocating as they chained only her hands to the wall. It didn’t make sense considering her legs were free and her neck was uncollared, but it didn't have to. She was chained in a way that made it she couldn't even face the door, her hands hooked up above her head where she stood facing the wall, barely allowing her to crane her neck and look back.

It was so fucking degrading. Years of experience in the pit was screaming at her to never turn her back on the enemy, but she had no choice.

“You know me and my partner here,” the enforcer tilted his head to said partner, both men standing outside the door that was still open, their necks and faces safe with Vi chained up, “we love your work, but even by our standards, you got carried away.” the other enforcer chuckled, but was wise enough to not egg her on, even as his partner continued. “We had to step in, of course.”

And yet they stood feet away from her now, behind the threshold of the cell door just in case she miraculously managed to break free.

Despite her vulnerable positon, Vi couldn't help but scoff. “What would the poor little undercity do without you heroes?”

Yet she did wonder what would have happened if they didn’t stop her. She did get carried away. She didn't know why, it had never happened before, even during embarrassing fights where she was horribly defeated. This one was close at times, but she was always a step ahead, and yet…

Vi had her pinned down and didn't stop. The gong had rung, her opponent was down, and Vi had won.

But the girl had dark blue hair and a slight gap between her teeth. Underneath Vi, in the haze of a fight, she almost looked like Caitlyn. Not quite of course, but the similarity was enough to send Vi over the edge.

It had been weeks, maybe even months, since she last saw the Commander. The distance between each meeting seemed to be getting longer. Vi had tried everything she could think of to get Caitlyn's attention, but nothing worked. No amount of drunken brawls, threats or harassment did the trick. Maybe they didn't reach her ears – which didn't make sense.

Caitlyn had practically dared her to step out of line, and Vi had not backed down. Why wasn't the Commander fulfilling her end of the bargain?

It didn't matter now. Now, Vi had really fucked up. She let herself get carried away, blinded by an enraging, overwhelming confusion, and kept beating her already defeated opponent until multiple enforcers had to tear them apart.

They only managed because the fight had already exhausted her, and she was glad for it. The girl's blue hair would be matted with dark blood now, and the gap in her teeth would be even bigger now with the tooth that Vi punched out gone.

This was the first time in a long time she truly deserved to be locked up. As that enforcer prick kept taunting her and his partner kept laughing at her, Vi begrudgingly took it. There was no time to waste with petty insults after all, not when she had to brace herself for Caitlyn’s arrival.

Vi had never actually witnessed the real Commander Kiramman in action before, at least not first hand. She had heard enough about her cruelty though to dread it. If Caitlyn was already so… harsh when she actually wanted to see Vi, how would she be when she had no choice but to see Vi? when it wasn't for pleasure but for punishment?

The one time Vi did not want to see Caitlyn was the one time Caitlyn seemingly planned to see her.

There was no more time to worry about it. A distant door opened and heavy footsteps followed. Vi did not have to see to know who it was, those footsteps having haunted her sleepless nights. The prick of an enforcer on the other hand, was still rambling so obnoxiously that he didn't notice who had joined them until she stormed up right behind him.

“Out.” is all she said, and her simple command seemed to freeze even their breathing.

A beat of silence passed. All Vi could hear was her own heart racing because shit, that voice sounded pissed.

“But, Commander, she's danger–”

“Get out!”

Mumbled affirmatives and more scrambled footsteps followed by the sound of that distant door closing.

It was just her and Vi then, the silence between them deafening. Vi wanted to break it, either to attempt a light hearted joke to soften the tension or splutter remorseful apologies and beg for forgiveness.

Instead, the familiar sound of Caitlyn's boots hitting the floor as she stepped inside is what broke the silence. She walked slow and precise, menacing but merciful, like she was waiting for Vi to break. Giving her the chance while she still had it.

But all Vi let out was a shaky sigh. No words formed at the tip of her tongue because no words came to mind. No words came to mind because, well… while none of this was a laughing matter, Vi couldn't find it in herself to have any regrets. The sound of Caitlyn’s ominous footsteps did indeed make Vi breathe shallowly in apprehension, but it wasn't purely out of fear.

Caitlyn was the first to speak, her footsteps coming to an abrupt stop.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” she asked, the disapproval in her tone making Vi's chest twist with guilt and core ache with… she wasn't exactly sure what.
Again, Vi sighed. “What is there for me to say?”

It was a risky question, but it was genuine.

An empty chuckle slipped out of Caitlyn, the sound clear as if she had come closer.

“Do you have any remorse?”

Vi didn't answer.

“And to think,” Caitlyn clearly stepped closer then, “I had faith in you.” her breath warm against the nape of Vi's neck. It never failed to make Vi shudder, but it wasn’t purely in pleasure this time.
“Wh-What?” she stammered as Caitlyn’s words settled in. There was a cunningness in her voice, and also a genuine hint of disappointment. What was she getting at?

Caitlyn took a moment before explaining, and while Vi could not see her thanks to the awkward angle of her chains, nor know how close Caitlyn stood from her, Vi couldn’t help but feel she was being touched. By her eyes, raking over her body slowly while the sensation of a hand hovering over her backside made Vi tense as if for impact.

“I was hoping you’d keep up the relatively good behaviour.”

Caitlyn had to have been standing just to her side, slightly behind.

“I was starting to get tired of abusing you,” she sighed, her voice closer now, as if her face was just beside Vi’s own. “you deserved it, of course.” Vi could hear the smirk in her words, “but you took all of it so well, I started to wonder if I should reward you.”

Vi’s breath hitched as Caitlyn’s hand came down to rest where she thought she had been imagining it hovering above.

“But now…”

Her hand trailed up from the small of her back, fingers caressing the dip of her spine and sliding over the bindings that hugged Vi’s heaving breasts. The higher her gloved hand moved, the faster and shallower Vi breathed.

The Commander had never touched her body, only her neck and above. It was brief, Caitlyn’s fingers falling back into their favourite spot in her hair, entwining within the ends of Vi’s locks, but it was enough for Vi to hold her breath as Caitlyn leaned in awfully close to whisper,

“Well, I always knew you were a feral brute, but I never thought you’d stoop so low to get my attention.”

A breathy chuckle slipped out of Vi then.

“You know me,” she gritted through her teeth, “I’m all bite and no bark.”

Apparently, Caitlyn could bite too. With a sharp tug of her hair, she pulled Vi’s face back and held it there so she could smash their lips together so hard and fast it knocked what little wind was left out of Vi.

Fuck, it was hot. It burned with desperation, everything about it hurting – the way Vi’s neck protested at the angle, the way her scalp stung at the pull and her lips bruised under Caitlyn’s kiss. Their height difference was more obvious too, with Cait standing over her and making Vi feel so small in all the right ways.

But the pain was an ache, the kind of ache that only more pressure could relieve.

Never had Vi so willingly submitted. Never had she allowed herself to shrink as she was right now. Not even during a fight had she been so roughly manhandled.

Why?

Because, as Caitlyn licked into her mouth and nipped at her lips, Vi simply let it happen.

This was only their second kiss. When Vi kissed her last time, she worried it had been a step too far, the final push to keep Caitlyn away forever.

Obviously, she was wrong, and she had never been so glad to be wrong.

When Caitlyn pulled away – but kept Vi’s face in place, leaving her completely at the Commander’s mercy – Vi whined. It was pathetic and humiliating but at the same time that ache swelled. Now, Vi had a clear view of Caitlyn.

She looked no different. Her hair was pulled back, and it seemed she wore the same uniform as last time. Easy access as always. Maybe Vi wasn't in as much trouble as she thought.

Her blue eyes were heavy with lust, the way she stared deep into Vi’s making her knees buckle.

With a snicker, Caitlyn said, “I saw what you did to her.”

Shame should have flooded Vi then.

“I saw what she looked like before, too.”

But none came.

“I couldn’t help but notice some similarities between her and I.”

Instead, Vi’s chest swelled with some sick sense of pride. It must have shown on her face, because suddenly Caitlyn’s eyes were narrowing, her lustful stare turning into an accusatory glare.

“Is that how you’d treat me?” she hissed, voice dripping that familiar sweet venom that Vi so desperately craved to taste again. “If you could get your hands on me?”

If Vi could get her hands on the Commander… shit, she didn’t know what she would do. Yes, a part of her really did hate her like all of the other enforcers. She was their commander after all. That part of Vi, blinded by loathing, would have loved nothing more than to get her hands around her neck, to land a few of her famous punches into her gut.

But her body was in control now, betraying her anger so she could melt under the Commander with no shame. Caitlyn was just… she had a way with Vi that nobody else ever had. Maybe it was her beauty – soft and radiant, yet cold and dark at the same time. Maybe it was the way she spoke – confidently commanding, sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle. Maybe it was how unabashedly she used Vi how she pleased.

It was wrong, always had been, always will be, but Vi could never get enough of it.

She had to put up some sort of fight though.

“Is that why you’re here?” Vi laughed, “I should have known! You couldn’t resist, could you?”

Caitlyn glared harder, which only encouraged Vi more.

“I knew you’d come crawling back, I just didn’t expect you’d come back so eager to be roughed up by a feral brute!” she kept going. “If I got my hands on you, I’d fuck you so good you’d never be able to arrest another Zaunite without wishing it was me.”

Caitlyn’s gaze wavered, flickering between Vi’s eyes and mouth. Glancing at Caitlyn’s tight mouth in return, Vi resisted the urge to try and cover the gap between them again, because she wasn’t done just yet.

“You’re not as refined as you think, Commander. No good girl wants what you want, to be abused and used by someone she considers a brute.”

An amused huff of air escaped Caitlyn’s nose but her eyes stayed locked on Vi’s lips.

“I know.” Caitlyn said, her voice light and her smile much too innocent.

Suddenly uneasy, Vi wished she could have said more, but her mouth just opened and immediately fell shut, nothing left to say.

Caitlyn’s smile turned smug then. “But neither are you, hypocrite.” was all she said before shoving Vi’s head back so her forehead hit the wall with a light thud. It didn’t hurt, but the slip of Caitlyn’s hands leaving her hair left Vi craving more, so much so she wasn’t offended by the Commander’s audacity to call her a hypocrite simply because she didn’t process how hypocritical it was. The loss of Caitlyn’s touch, no matter how rough, was what hurt the most.

“You’re not a good girl no matter how well you please me.”

Caitlyn disappeared from sight and her footsteps receded. For a terrifying moment, Vi thought she was going to leave. Panting, she tried to twist her body to look over her shoulder, but it was no use, not as Caitlyn tutted, as taunting as ever. The disapproval was thick enough to hold Vi in her place.

“You’ve left me with no choice, Violet.”

But Vi still groaned, unable to smother her frustrated desperation, and snapped.

“Just piss off already if you’re going to leave!”

She regretted it almost instantly, the weight of something firm and cylindrical pressing against her ass making her tense.

“What is–”

“This?”

Caitlyn cut her off by tapping it against her upper thighs, just below the curve of Vi’s ass.

“Cait–”

Another tap, much higher and firmer than the first. A warning.

“It’s much too early for you to want me to stop and leave, but if that is what you really want, all you have to do is say my name again and I’ll go.”

Vi shut up. Caitlyn was daring her again, daring her to step over the line. As much as whatever it was that Caitlyn held against her concerned Vi, the thought of Caitlyn leaving was even more dreadful.

“No?” Caitlyn’s pout was evident in her voice, that mock innocence returning. “You’re not under duress, but you are under arrest. You can’t leave, but I can. Just say the word.”

Vi said nothing.

“Good.” Caitlyn’s smile was audible too.

What was she planning?

Vi may have risked the question if Caitlyn didn’t suddenly grab the waistband of her pants and pull it to Vi’s knees.
“Wh-What are you–” Vi did chance the question, but nothing came out of it as her words morphed into a grunt of pain.

Shit.

Caitlyn had hit her, not with her hand or across her face like last time, but with whatever it was she held in her hand, across the flesh of Vi’s supple cheeks. It wasn’t particularly hard, but the shock of it still took the breath out of Vi’s lungs.

“Putting you in your place.” Caitlyn said simply, the utter lack of remorse making Vi’s knees weaker than the hit managed.

Despite the position she was in – bare from the waist down apart from her underwear, chained to a wall with her arms above her head and her back arched – Vi couldn’t help but snort.

“Good luck with that.”

It was a challenge for Caitlyn too, and she took it on eagerly. With another swing, she struck the device hard and said, “You want a proper punishment that bad?”

Again, Vi grunted at the impact. It was oddly familiar, the dull thud pleasing the ache in-between Vi’s thighs. What sort of punishment did Cait have in mind? She took a moment to think, but it was a moment too long for Caitlyn, and she struck again.

It was harder that time, making Vi’s teeth clamp together, the same way she would push through the pain whenever she had gotten into a real tussle with an enforcer –

Was it a baton?

Chuckling, Vi shook her head. How ironic, considering Caitlyn was trying to show her how brutish she was, while she was brutally abusing her power.
“What’s so funny?” Caitlyn asked, almost sounding bored – but the falter in her pace suggested otherwise.

Vi had been struck by enforcer batons enough to handle them easily. This was nothing.

“This all you got?” she spat, “some good ol’ enforcer brutality?”

Caitlyn giggled, the sweet sound a stark contrast to the next hit which made Vi gasp.

“Isn't this what you want?” another hit, “I've noticed you've been trying to get my attention,” another hit, “Aren't you asking for it?”

Another hit of the baton followed, the pain so throbbingly, toe curlingly strong, that Vi fucking moaned. Each one hit harder and faster than before, like nothing had ever hit her in all her years of pitfighting. Yes, she knew how to handle punches and kicks, but this was new. This was more humiliating than losing, but that's what made it so much fun. Vi didn't care anymore if she moaned, collapsed or came, because Caitlyn was right; this is exactly what she wanted.

“F-Fuck, yes,” she groaned with the next strike, arching her back further like a whore begging for more – Hoping Caitlyn wouldn't make her say it.

The next would-be strike stopped mid swing, the force of the air cooling Vi's burning ass. God, she must have been red. What would the bruises look like when they blossomed?

The baton caressed her sore flesh, the cool finish of it somewhat soothing. Vi sighed slightly in relief.

It was a mistake. Caitlyn paused for a brief moment, before pulling the baton away. Any second now Caitlyn would make Vi beg. After all, she could practically read Vi's mind.

“You want more?” she asked.

Weakly, Vi nodded her head. “Yes, please.”

It wasn't enough. “How much more?” Caitlyn pushed further.

“More.” Vi mumbled. A weak answer, but it was honest.

Something soft and warm touched her then. It felt so foreign that it took Vi a moment before she realised it was Caitlyn's hand, bare against the small of her back. Her skin was warm, yet it still sent a shiver up Vi spine.

“Violet,”

Caitlyn's other hand came up her front and grabbed her chin. Now, this touch was much more familiar, the roughness in the way she jerked Vi to look at her sorely missed. Through tears she hadn't realised were brimming her eyes, Vi looked at Caitlyn as silently commanded.
“Don't make me ask again.” she ordered.

The lust was still there in her face, but so was that firmness; her jaw set, eyes hard. At that moment, Vi was at the mercy of Commander Kiramman.

Vi melted instantly. “As much as I deserve. Punish me.”

And Caitlyn's stony resolve cracked. “Good girl.”

Vi could have dripped then and there, and there would have been nothing to hide it. Her underwear was pulled down below her knees before she could blink, but she had no time to blush, not as Caitlyn crashed their lips together again. Again, the angle was painful and again Vi's body protested – even more so now – but as always, the kiss was breathtaking. Vi fell into it, became lost in it, the aches long forgotten and all sense of time lost. She only broke away when Caitlyn's palm slid further down along the curve of her ass, fingertips brushing under just across the backs of her upper thighs, and hand slipped in-between her cheeks.

Not once had Caitlyn seen her without underwear, much less touched her down below with anything other than her boot. Despite everything Vi had done, all the ways she had submitted to the Commander, this was what made her shy.

“What are are you –”

“Giving you what you deserve.” Caitlyn said as she dipped her index and middle finger into the cleft of Vi's ass, the pads of her fingers painfully light against Vi's sensitive flesh while they brushed over both of her holes.

The touch was featherlight yet electric.

Vi gasped, “H-holy,” all too much and not enough – nowhere near it – at the same time.

Shit. Vi was no stranger to being touched, but from Caitlyn? and to tease everywhere… that one spot she never let anybody even look at, a vulnerability she refused to ever expose, and here Caitlyn was, taking great pleasure in taunting her.

“holy?” Caitlyn laughed, “but I’m a brute, just like you,” the way she enjoyed watching Vi squirm almost alarming. It was torture. Vi thrashed in her chains, unsure if she wanted to get away from Caitlyn's cruel fingers or if she wanted to sink onto them. They pressed against the bottom of her slick folds now, slowly pushing her open but refusing to slide just a little bit further in.

“I always knew you'd be so wet.” Caitlyn murmured, “especially after you soaked my perfectly good leather boots with your sopping cunt.” and Vi whimpered because fuck, yes, she was so fucking wet.

Lifting her other hand from Vi's chin, Caitlyn brushed the sweaty strands of hair out of Vi's face. It would have almost been loving, if it weren't for the sudden tug that followed.

“I deserve an apology,” Cait said as she ran her fingers over Vi's throbbing pussy, sliding in-between the folds but no deeper. “Don't you think?”

Vi didn't give it a second thought. “I'm sorry.” she rasped, the way Caitlyn pulled her hair making her dizzy.

Of course, it wasn't enough. Another disapproving tut, and Caitlyn dragged her fingers further up so they barely skimmed Vi's pulsing clit.
“I'm s-sorry!” she spluttered this time, the teasing circling of Caitlyn's fingers tracing the edge of her clit wrecking her body with shakes.

If the Commander didn't fuck her soon, Vi would pass out. Her legs were going numb from holding up her body that was too overwhelmed with pain and pleasure to help. Her arms had given out, utterly void of any feeling, her hands hanging limply in their cuffs. She hurt all over, from the fight and from Caitlyn, yet she still needed more.

Luckily, Caitlyn could still read her mind.

“Better.”

The approval in her voice would have made Vi sigh in relief again, but alas, Caitlyn loved interrupting her. Before she could even let out a breath, Caitlyn pushed her index and middle finger into Vi's desperate cunt.

‘Fuck’ is what Vi would have said, but she practically held her breath, afraid she would combust any second. Caityn's fingers were thinner than Vi's, but so much longer, stretching her oh so nicely.

“You're so wet,” Caitlyn groaned, the guttural sound enough to make Vi moan in return. Clearly encouraged, Caitlyn looked away from Vi's likely fucked face for just a second to watch her fingers pump into her.

“Fuck.” she cursed, the word foreign on her lips, which she caught between her teeth to smother another groan.

If Vi was not chained nor held in place by Caitlyn's hand in her hair, she would have dove to bite those lips too. Instead she just bit her own lip and muttered, “Fuck me.”

Those hungry blue eyes flickered back to meet Vi's. That smug smirk returned, but so did that hint of softness, the same look she had when Vi thought she had regretted choking her last time. Was she going to oblige?

“So demanding.”

Her remark was lighthearted, laced with fondness for Vi's mischevity.

Caitlyn moved too slow though. The way Caitlyn dragged the pump of her fingers, curling them so they clawed at her walls deeper than Vi had ever reached, it had to be deliberate. It was still too much and not enough. Hips bucking back as if on instinct, Vi wanted – no, needed more.

“So needy.”

Caitlyn picked up the pace then, fingers pumping faster, opening in a slight scissoring motion, spreading Vi's cunt further to slip in a third finger.. The stretch drew out the most shaky moan from Vi's mouth, the pleasant feeling of being filled by something other than her own fingers or toys being one she had sorely missed.

She was so wet and so stretched at this point, all three fingers sank to the knuckle as Caitlyn fucked them in and out of her dripping pussy.

“Yes,” Vi couldn't help but pant like a chant, hips naturally falling into a rhythm that complemented Caitlyn's pace.

It was embarrassing how close she was to coming already. Where that aching heat had pooled for so long in the pit of her stomach, it now began to unfurl. Her breathing ragged and shallow, Vi was rapidly approaching her tipping point,

“So soon?”

And just as rapidly Caitlyn stopped

“That won't do.”

With the sudden loss of Caitlyn's fingers filling her up, Vi let out a string of curses as her ‘yes's became ‘no's. She was so close to the edge, but Caitlyn's abrupt retreat sent Vi back to where she started, aching even more.

Pissed, Vi snapped “What the fuck?” and tried to break out of her chains, but it was no use when Caitlyn held all the strength and power. The hand that had been coiled in her hair dropped to the nape of her neck and squeezed, shoving Vi's face back against the stone wall.

“Too soon. You don't deserve to come just yet, certainly not with that language.”

There was no time to complain nor protest. Whatever snappy retort Vi had on the tip of her tongue was instantly smothered by a groan as Caitlyn pushed her fingers back into her needy cunt.

Three fingers this time. No wonder Caitlyn kicked her feet apart.

“O-Oh,”

Vi tried to hold it in, she really did. The stretch was mind numbing.

“Fuck!”

But as soon as those three, slender, long fingers were buried to the knuckle, Vi was pulled back toward the edge, and that was still much too soon.Caitlyn tutted, cruelly holding her fingers still inside Vi, even as her pussy throbbed.

“What did I just say?”

Vi had no complaints, but she didn't apologise either. Desperate she rolled her hips back in an attempt to fuck herself on the Commander's fingers. The slide was glorious, the fill of those fingers stretching and filling Vi even further, making her moan even louder.

But it was short lived.

“You're pathetic.” Caitlyn said, flat and firm as she squeezed tighter around the back of Vi's neck. Gasping in both pleasure and pain, the familiar cut off of her airway also cut Vi's hips off, her pace stuttering to a stop. The only thing that went to her head was Caitlyn's insult.

“You want more?”

Vi wasn't thinking straight – not when she had three fingers inside her and certainly not when she was being choked – because without hesitating she rasped, “Yes please.”

She heard Caitlyn's breath hitch, just for a second, and her grip loosened. Then she chuckled and just said “good.” and that was exactly what Vi wanted to hear. No more ‘good girl’. She'd only be good for Caitlyn's pleasure, but for her own?

Vi took the opportunity while she had it and turned to spit “Fuck me.” no lip biting and playing coy, just pure venom and a challenge.

At that, Caitlyn reacted exactly how Vi wanted – by shoving her back and finger fucking her like it was a punishment.

It was anything but. It was messy. It was loud. It was rough. But a punishment? no, certainly not.

If enforcers were good for anything, it was certainly their happy trigger fingers.

Vi didn't even complain when she felt the pad of Caitlyn's thumb graze up toward her behind, teasing her rim daringly. It just made her shudder more, the light touch utterly electric. All care and worry about how vulnerable it made her feel was gone. Vi was just too close.
“More?” Caitlyn asked sweetly, like she wasn't circling her thumb along Vi's puckered hole while she pumped three fingers into her pussy.

It was a no brainer.

“Fuck, yes!” Vi snapped, desperate for anything as long as it was more.

This time, Caitlyn giggled, the sound just as sweet as her question. “You're much cuter when you're desperate.”

And then something even lighter ran over Vi's clit, the touch drawing out a whimper from Vi's strangled throat.

It wasn't exactly what she expected, but with Caitlyn's hand fully occupied with pleasuring her now, Vi still had no complaints. Three fingers inside her, a thumb teasing her hole, and the gentle brush of Caitlyn's pinkie finger against her clit was more than enough. Legs trembling, sweat running down her back and her wetness dripping onto the floor, Vi was reaching her limit.

“You like that?” Caitlyn husked into her ear, “you like my fingers buried deep inside your pretty cunt?” and licked at the crook of her jaw. “You're so wet, and you take my fingers so well, I didn't expect such a rough pit fighter to give in like such a whore.” she whispered as she nipped at Vi's earlobe, evoking a pathetic mewl from her bruised lips. The vulgarity of Caitlyn's words were so unlike her, and Vi had never been spoken to in such a degrading way, but her core heated up regardless, a flame unfurling, ready to spark into a wild blaze.

Caitlyn's breath was warm on her face as she asked “you’re close already, aren't you?”

Vi panted “Yes,” unable to manage a ‘please’.

“Yeah,” Caitlyn said, “I can feel your pussy begging for release.” what she wanted to hear clear by the challenging tone of her breathless voice.

Yet all Vi could manage was “Fuck y-yes,” no room in her panting vocabulary to plead.

Regret creeped in once Caitlyn sighed in obvious disappointment.

“Language.” was all she said before both her hands retreated from Vi's trembling body yet again.

The cruelty of being denied her relief a second time had Vi hissing “Fuck you!” and thrashing in her chains, as if she could break out with enough furious determination.
Caitlyn just laughed, her amusement even crueler than her torture. “You don't learn, do you?”
Vi was panting from pure rage now. “Oh, I'm sorry, is there supposed to be a lesson I'm being taught here?” she twisted to meet Caitlyn's smug eyes. “Fuck you, ‘Commander’.” she spat, making sure her spit didn't miss Caitlyn's cheek. “Is that better?”

However, Caitlyn being infuriatingly calm, did not blink nor flinch.

“No.” she said simply. “It's the other way around.” and before Vi could try to figure out what she meant, her mind went blank as soon as something cold and firm and fucking phallic pressed against her behind.

“C-Cait–”

The baton slid forward, in-between her thighs and along her folds. Whatever Vi was going to say she could no longer remember.

“I just wanted to teach you some respect.” Caitlyn said, sliding the baton gently back and forth. “You seem to have forgotten your manners…” she trailed off as she looked back to watch, momentarily distracted as Vi felt her wetness slick the baton up.

Caitlyn's eyes darkened. “if I have to fuck it into you, so be it.”

Vi was starting to get the hint.

“C-Commander,” she whined, half in protest and half in impatience. The hate she felt for all enforcers was begging her to put a stop to this, disgusted she wasn't fighting back harder, but the lust she felt soley for Commander Caitlyn Kiramman was overpowering, the desire to be ruined by her overwhelming, begging to be fucked hard and rough no matter how Caitlyn chose to do so.

If Caitlyn was going to fuck her with that… so be it.

“Please,”

Caitlyn snickered.

“Please, what?”

Shamelessly Vi rocked her hips back so she practically grinded along the baton.

“Please fuck me.”

There was that triumphant blaze in Caitlyn's eyes again, the light darkening.

“Is this what you want?”

And once again, Caitlyn pulled away suddenly.

“You want me to fuck you with this?”

Vi did not need to feel nor see the baton to know it was what Caitlyn referred to, but did Caitlyn really want her to say it?

“I didn't think you could stoop any lower.”

No chance came for Vi to speak, and she was thankful for it, even if it meant she was at Caitlyn's mercy. With speed faster than Vi could have reacted to, Caitlyn reached for her cuffs chained to the wall and adjusted them, and with strength stronger than Vi expected, Caitlyn turned her around so her back hit the wall and they finally fully faced each other.

Speechless and breathless, Vi would have melted under Caitlyn's glare if it weren't for her hands being held and cuffed up above her head.

“You think I'm that cruel?” Caitlyn said with a fire in her eyes that could burn – but only just turned Vi on more. Wetness seeped out of her and instinctively she clamped her thighs together, but it was too late. Caitlyn caught it all.

Dropping her hand from Vi's cuffs, Caitlyn grabbed the back of her left thigh and hitched her quivering leg up, spreading her open to the cool air. Vi had to bite back a moan so hard her lip split, and Caitlyn caught that too, an amused smirk curling.

“Or are you just so…” brutish? feral? savage? those were the words that ran through Vi's head before Caitlyn said “beneath me –” and it should have hurt, but it didn't, it just made her pussy clench on nothing but thin air. “-- that you think it's what you deserve?” Caitlyn taunted as she brought the baton back up – which Vi now noticed was attached to a belt on her waist – and pressed it to her pulsing opening.

All Vi could stammer was a broken ‘yes’. After all, Caitlyn was cruel and Vi did deserve it.

Apparently, Caitlyn was not so cruel as to agree with Vi. “You're so fucking desperate.” she said as she dropped the baton so it hung at her hip and in its place pressed her palm to Vi's clit. No amount of biting her lip so hard it bled could hold back Vi's whimper at the disappointing loss of the baton, nor the moan that quickly followed as Caitlyn sank those same three fingers back into her cunt.

“So fucking pathetic.”
Caitlyn’s eyes were locked on hers, and no matter how vulnerable Vi felt pinned underneath them, she couldn’t look away. This angle was much better, Caitlyn's fingers pushing deeper, but it was also more humiliating, Vi unable to hide her flushed face which blushed redder and redder the harder Caitlyn pleasured her and the harsher she degraded her.

“You'd let me do anything,” Caitlyn lifted the hand that held her leg up toward Vi's binded chest, “wouldn't you?” and pulled the bindings apart until Vi was completely naked and utterly exposed. Her bare breasts heaved with her ragged breathing and Caitlyn had no shame, blatantly staring as her hand between Vi’s thighs stuttered its movements.

She was right. Instead of hiding, Vi happily let Caitlyn ogle, unbothered by how her nipples pebbled under Caitlyn's stare. She didn't even drop her leg, instead hooking it over Caitlyn's hip to keep herself nicely spread, and pulled the Commander in close. it made Caitlyn jolt out of her trance, and despite herself, Vi chuckled.

“Choke me, bite me, kiss me. I have no preference.”

Caitlyn did not need to be told twice. With her hand and fingers returning to work down below, she busied her other hand with Vi’s breasts and dove down to finally reconnect their lips with a painful knock of teeth and messy clash of tongues. Body on fire, Vi followed Caitlyn's every move.

Her hips rolled against Caitlyn's hand, rubbing her clit across her palm and riding her fingers in a chase for her release. She arched her back off the wall so her breasts pressed further into Caitlyn's touch, which was gentle and rough at the same time, the way Caitlyn squeezed her breasts like a pleasant massage, a contrast to the way she squeezed her nipples, like a sharp shock that electrified her body. She kissed Caitlyn back with equal fervor, but much more desperation as the warmth in her stomach heated up, almost becoming unbearable.

“Fuck,” Caitlyn groaned into the kiss and pulled back to catch her breath, “Violet…” her sigh just as heavy as her eyes, roaming up and down Vi's writhing body almost predatorily. If Vi was not already naked, those eyes may have undressed her. “The things you do to me.”

The vulnerability of being so exposed to such a woman of power was utterly freeing, so much so Vi needed no more goading to beg, her self-restraint a long-forgotten skill.

“Please, Commander.” she muttered, “fuck me. Ruin me. Use me or hurt me, I don't care, just…” and she knew it was risky to put her pleasure back in the mercy of Caitlyn's hands, that it was likely the wrong thing to do, but…

“Please, please make me come. I'm so close, please—”

“There's that good girl.”

It was so wrong that it was just so right, and Caitlyn finally cutting her off for her own sake was all the confirmation Vi needed to know she did the right thing. There was no more teasing, taunting or torture. Caitlyn maintained her pace, the very pace that was bringing Vi back to the edge for – hopefully – the last time, and the only thing she changed was where she kissed Vi next. Instead of returning to her lips, Caitlyn lowered her mouth to Vi's neck, and before doing exactly as Vi had demanded not so long ago, she murmured “come for me.”

Caitlyn's lips sucked, her tongue licked, and her teeth sank in, and it was that very lovebite that finally tipped Vi over the edge. The moan that escaped her was loud and whatever word she uttered was incoherent – ‘Caitlyn’? ‘Fuck’? ‘Yes’? – but it didn't matter, not as her orgasm slammed into her full force. Her vision went dark, her hearing muffled slightly, and she was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure that had been cruelly held back for so long.

Caitlyn had pulled away from her neck to watch her come undone, and she should have been embarrassed, but she was too far gone. Now that it was free, her pleasure overcame her completely, so much so a squirt of wetness seeped out and over Caitlyn's hand before soaking Vi's legs.

Vi gasped, “O-Oh my god,” the pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before. Not once had she come so hard, not even by herself. The pleasure was so much that it was too much, her body giving out from the weight of it all.

“Shit,” Caitlyn grunted, “I've got you.” If her hands were not all over Vi's body, she would have fallen limp in her chains. Luckily she was there to break her fall, Vi instead collapsing against Caitlyn, her head falling atop her shoulder.

Everything ached. Her body was utterly numb. Legs lifeless, arms burning with the soreness of having to hold herself up all this time. Still, it was a pleasant ache.

Vi may have blacked out for a moment, but as soon as Caitlyn withdrew her fingers from her leaking pussy and more wetness rushed out of her, the sudden emptiness jarring, Vi stirred out of her daze frantically and forced herself back up onto her own weight. Her body screamed in agony, but now that everything was said and done, Vi was too fucking mortified to care.

Caitlyn's giggle just made her blush deeper. Vision still blurry, Vi had to blink to see her clearly.

“I never would have guessed a pitfighter as tough as you could be a squirter.”

Neither would have Vi. It had never happened before. That level of pleasure had never been reached, and she didn't want to reach it again.

Alas, Vi wished she couldn't see then, the sight of Caitlyn licking her own fingers making her drip with want. The way her pretty refined lips wrapped around each finger to lap up her slick wetness with that perfectly pink tongue…

“You're more pathetic than I thought.”

At least now, Vi did have half the mind for Caitlyn's taunting to humiliate her as intended, but at the same time, the other half of her mind was still focused on that burning desire. The degradation did nothing to stop Vi from wondering how Caitlyn's mouth would feel where her fingers had just been. She certainly lapped up her own fingers nicely… Vi almost wanted a taste.

That sudden thirst made Vi look to Caitlyn for a taste of her, too. Of course, she was still very much dressed. Regardless, Vi’s eyes darted to her skirt, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that just underneath it, dampening her stockings, were some wet patches. Since her uniform was dry, Vi knew that wetness was not from her.

“But, I think you've learnt your lesson, don't you?”

Absently, Vi nodded her head in agreement.

Fuck. Caitlyn got that wet, just from pleasuring her? Shit, Vi would have happily lent a helping hand – or mouth – to finish the job and clean up as needed. In fact, she glanced around for the sign of that collar and chair, waiting for the command.

“Good.”

But none came, even as Caitlyn closed the distance between them again, mere centimetres apart.

“I wish I could stay a little longer just to reinforce it all,” she said with a sigh, “but since this was not in my schedule, I have to get back to work.” and bent down to help Vi back into her pants.

Considering she was still chained up, Vi should have made it easy for her – lift her feet, push them into each leg of her pants – but she didn't.

“What? unlike all the other times my imprisonment was in your schedule?”

Caitlyn snorted. “Maybe I just happened to have a free hour.”

Vi snorted too. “Bullshit.”

She was lucky Caitlyn didn't storm off, and instead chose to shrug it off innocently and force her legs back into her pants.
“Think what you want Violet, but what you did today has got you staying here overnight.”
“What?” Vi almost forgot what she had done, her memories clouded with the pain and pleasure Caitlyn had inflicted on her aching body.
“You’ll be let out tomorrow.” Caitlyn said and stood up to rewrap her bindings around her chest. “You're lucky I’m even dressing you. Wouldn't want everybody seeing how much of a mess you are, would you?”

Yes, without Caitlyn's help Vi would have remained naked until someone came to free her. Yet, it was Caitlyn's doing in the first place – even if the whole reason she was in this cell was because she did deserve it, but only this once.

“Thank you.” Vi grunted quickly.

Caitlyn smiled sweetly. “I'm not going to bother telling you to behave this time. I’m sure your punishment is enough warning, yes?”

No. Anything but. That simmering arousal noticed the challenge again. If this was the punishment she would get from now on, Vi was going to go crazy trying to figure out how to get Caitlyn's attention once more.

“Of course.” Vi lied just as sweetly, her mind already racing with ideas.

If Caitlyn saw through her lie, she didn't show it and instead just said “good.” and reached up to Vi's chains. Whatever she did, it freed her hands from the wall, but not her hands from her cuffs. They fell to Vi's front heavily and stayed there, exhaustion weighing them down. This time, Vi's “thank you” was more sincere.

With a dismissive wave, Caitlyn turned to leave. “Don't thank me yet.” she called over her shoulder, “Wait and see how you feel tomorrow.” and walked out of the cell without another word.

Vi had no complaints though, not as she got another gorgeous view of her swaying hips and long legs.

And that fucking baton, hanging off her hip and still gleaming in the dim light from her arousal.

When Vi tried to sit and lie down a little later, after trying to stretch the aches out of her legs and arms, she found no comfort. Her backside was sore, ass too beaten and bruised to rest against. That was her one complaint. It was not yet tomorrow and she already regretted thanking Caitlyn for anything.

The only glimmer of relief she had was sickening – she couldn't stop thinking about that baton, the wetness on it and the wetness in-between Caitlyn's thighs. The only way to distract herself from her discomfort was to imagine Caitlyn dealing with her own arousal with that very same device. Enough time had passed for Vi to know it was shameful, but she couldn't stop picturing it, especially not when it had her touching herself again to numb the pain.

It wasn't fair. She needed to repay the favour.

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It only took one more try for Vi to succeed, to finally turn the tables on her captor when she least expected it.

“Violet–”

“Shh.”

Still, she was surprised she managed to get the upper hand. After racking her brain for ideas for days on end, her mind never resting ever since their last meetup, Vi still couldn't quite figure out how to get Caitlyn's attention again. Each time, Caitlyn either found her exactly when she wanted to, or found her because Vi had made herself known. Since she had no control of when Caitlyn wanted her next, nor felt the need to go and beat someone up to a pulp again, Vi eventually gave up.

Besides, she knew Caitlyn would come.

“Don't you–”

“Quiet.”

Caitlyn always came, all Vi ever had to do was wait. In fact, the waiting may have made Caitlyn come to her quicker. Her enforcers were always watching Vi, waiting for her to trip up. When Vi wasn't trying to get Caitlyn's attention however, apparently her behaviour was so good even they couldn't find a reason to arrest her.

“Do you not realise–”

Vi cut her off this time by tightening the chains around her arms so they pressed firmly to the back of the chair, making the commander hiss.

“Caitlyn,” Vi sighed with a roll of her eyes, “do you ever shut up?”

The glare Caitlyn shot over her shoulder then would normally make Vi's knees buckle. It said ‘do you know who you are talking to?’ and Vi knew very well. She had the Commander chained to a chair, completely at her mercy. and Caitlyn just had to take it. She had no choice, not when she was tied to that very same chair she sat upon weeks ago, the exact one she used to anchor herself as she had her way with Vi's mouth. Of course, Vi had eagerly lapped her up then. But today, as soon as she saw her chance, she didn't give herself a second to rethink it.

“I could have you arrested for this.” Caitlyn spat. Her threats were worthless though, and she knew it. Her voice lacked any venom to sting.
So Vi laughed in her face as she came around to face her. “Is that supposed to scare me? How many times have you arrested me already? You arrested me today, and look what happened.”

Caitlyn's mouth fell shut, lips pulling into a tight line as if she was gritting her teeth.

A smirk tugged at Vi's lips as she shook her head in amusement. “Not so tough now, are you Cupcake?” she chuckled, before kneeling down to fix the chains around Caitlyn's ankles, holding her legs against the legs of the chair.

“We'll see about that.” Caitlyn murmured under her breath, loud enough for Vi to just catch it underneath the sound of rattling chains.

Another challenge. Always a challenge.

But Vi was in control. For once she had the power. It had been so easy to take it, but it could be just as easy to lose it.

“A refined topside commander should know better than to speak out of line, shouldn't they?” Vi said as flatly as she could manage, keeping her eyes focused on the matter at hand.

Caitlyn snorted, but didn’t say anything more. Didn't even struggle against the chains.

Mind games. Always mind games with her. Vi dismissed her odd behaviour, refusing to let it get to her. Commander Kiramman would have to try a lot harder to outsmart her. They were on even ground now, after all.

Caitlyn had approached her out of the blue in the street all by herself, taking Vi by surprise, to say the least. She had just downed the last of her beer bottle, tossed it into the trash, and turned to go home. She drank because she had fought all day, and needed just a little relief so she could sleep, her muscles aching even without the ache that would undoubtedly pool to her core as soon as she were to lie down.

The beer was supposed to help keep her mind cloudy too, so she didn't have to be haunted by the Commander even in sleep. When she spun on her heel and suddenly bumped into a very refined chest, framed by a caped cloak, Vi thought she imagined the familiar face the beautifully tall body belonged to. She saw a baton that hung at the waist too, but didn’t every enforcer carry one? Perhaps she hadn't drunk enough.

“There you are.”

But that voice was unmistakable. The way it settled into her bones, tickled her skin, made her blood run hot.

Vi froze. She couldn't remember what Caitlyn said next, whatever her silly excuse was to snap some handcuffs on her and drag her away. She just let it happen because she couldn't believe it was happening at all, not after she had practically given up.

It was second nature, being taken to that dingy old prison. Vi's body moved on its own accord, but her mind was alert. Never had Caitlyn taken her there herself. The unfamiliarity of it made it so much more exciting.

Which may have been why Caitlyn tripped. She said nothing nor expressed nothing to suggest she was eager, but she was clumsy. When she went to secure Vi's ankles in chains, she didn't properly lock them, and didn't notice, not until she moved to uncuff Vi's hands so she could chain them to the wall. It was a split second decision – once her hands were free, Vi overpowered Caitlyn with ease.

The Commander was much lighter than expected, little effort required to manhandle her lithe body into the chair she always planned to sit in anyway.

Now, Vi was just finishing up tying loose ends, so to speak.

“Are you finished?” Caitlyn grunted.

Not quite.

“Impatient, aren't you?” Vi said as she drew out the final touches teasingly slowly, gradually tightening the chain around Caitlyn's ankle until her leg thrashed. Vi immediately loosened it just enough for relief, just as always planned.

“Control yourself.” Caitlyn warned, her cold stare hard. Still, Vi couldn't help but snicker – Caitlyn was in no position of power, even if she was sitting high on her throne.

“Too tight?” Vi asked, ensuring she dragged her gaze up Caitlyn's leg nice and slow, undressing her with her eyes for Caitlyn to clearly see. The Commander was not wearing the uniform with a skirt today, but a pair of tight black pants and a snug blouse that fit high up to her neck. Everything fit her slender body perfectly – even her caped cloak – hugging in all the right places, leaving no curve of her body left to the imagination.

Cheeks dusting a faint pink, Caitlyn huffed ever so slightly, but didn't have anything to say. The sight of her subtly flustered gave Vi an idea though.

Sweetly she asked, “Why don't I help you out?” but gave Caitlyn no time to answer before sliding her hands up her clothed thighs toward her covered core. The sensation sent a gasp spilling past Caitlyn's pretty lips, the sound reassuring Vi she was pressing all the right buttons and encouraging her to reach for the fly of Caitlyn's pants.

Ever so slightly, the Commander thrashed in her seat. Barely, really, but just enough to make Vi chuckle.

“Don't like it when you're the one chained up, huh?”

“It should be you.” Caitlyn grunted, and again, Vi chuckled.

“I know, I know. But just trust me on this,” she said as she undid the button, “once you get used to being restrained,” reached for the zipper, “letting go of control for a pretty lady can be quite enjoyable.” and tugged it down.

Vi heard Caitlyn crack. Her breath hitched the instant her panties were revealed – just a simple navy blue pair – and Vi huffed in smug amusement, which only affected Caitlyn more. Perhaps her panties were thin, because the slight puff of air Vi let out seemed to send a shudder up Caitlyn's spine that she couldn't quite hide.

“Attagirl.”

Giving Caitlyn no time to protest, Vi yanked her pants as hard as she could down her legs, exposing her gorgeous thighs for Vi's eyes to feast on. Over time, she had gotten well acquainted with Caitlyn's legs, but not once had she seen them without stockings or high boots or pants covering most, if not all of them up.

Her skin was pale, shiny with a thin layer of sweat and a tiny hint of pink blossoming underneath.

However, what made Vi fucking groan deep and guttural was just how clean her thighs were. Not one hint of the bruises Vi had so meticulously left on her flesh in the wake of the love bites she littered there not too long ago. It wasn’t really fair, considering Vi’s backside was still marked up from her last beating.

Caitlyn squirmed slightly under her stare. “Violet–”

Vi cut her off by leaning in so her breath fanned Caitlyn's inner thighs, causing Caitlyn's breathing to hitch yet again.

“You heal too quickly.”

When Vi grazed her teeth along her skin, Caitlyn sharply inhaled.

“Don't you dare–”

“Much too quick.”

And as she latched on to suck more of those pretty bruises along her thighs, Caitlyn fucking moaned. All Vi wanted was to leave her mark again, she hadn't planned further ahead than that, but hearing that moan, and seeing the way Caitlyn's panties subtly darkened with dampness? Vi knew she needed another taste, both of her moans and her arousal, no matter what.

So she thought quickly on her feet and figured out how to get a taste of both without completely giving what Caitlyn would have wanted – why else did she so easily give in?

“Tell me, Commander,” Vi backed away, not missing the quiet whine that sounded when her mouth detached from Caitlyn's thigh, and stood up straight to stare the not-so refined topsider down. “Do you enjoy forcing Zaunites to their knees at your feet?”

Not once had she ever seen Caitlyn beneath her. It was a sight Vi would happily get used to, and she wanted nothing more than to relish the uncertainty that furrowed Caitlyn's brows as she looked up at her in offended confusionion, for as long as she could.

And she could, since she was in control. Head spinning with unfamiliar power, Vi lifted her knee to rest it against the chair in-between Caitlyn's thighs and pressed it forward as she leaned down. Her weight was supported by one hand holding the back of the chair by Caitlyn's shoulder, while her other hand firmly grasped the Commander by her jaw, keeping her head straight so she couldn't look away.

“Or is it only me?”

Caitlyn didn't answer, maybe because she refused to play along, but more likely because her lips parted open to let out a soft gasp. Vi had pressed her knee against that growing wet patch in those navy blue panties and could feel them soaking even more in response.

That was the only answer she needed.

“Do you like me on my knees, Commander?” she asked slyly as she lifted her leg back up, only to drop it next to the outer side of Caitlyn's thigh. Caitlyn’s confused creasing brows deepened, but still she refused to speak up, so Vi kept going, lifting her other leg up to rest it against the other side. Here, Vi sat astride the Commander's lap, her shins on the edge of the seat.

Being this close and sitting taller than Caitlyn, the blush in her cheeks was obvious.Vi tilted her head up and narrowed the distance between their mouths,

“That can be arranged.”

And kissed her hard and fast with bruising force. Having all control within her hands – quite literally – Vi wasn’t going to let it slip so easily nor go easy on Caitlyn. Fortunately, as much as Caitlyn put on a good show of a fight, she only held back for a second or two before returning the kiss with equal fervour. Their tongues entwined desperately, lips slid messily and they panted into each other’s mouths as if needing to breathe in each other’s air.

When Vi dropped a hand in-between themselves to slip her fingers underneath Caitlyn’s panties, her head went dizzy with power. Not once had she ever felt Caitlyn fucking melt in her hands, only on her face, and fuck, she loved it. She hadn’t even brushed past her clit, fingers just softly grazing along the fine hairs on her mound, yet Caitlyn was already trembling.

“Careful.” she muttered underneath the kiss, her warning much too vague for Vi to stop. Instead, she scoffed and went a step further, hastily loosening Caitlyn’s long dark hair so it prettily hung over her shoulders, and then making quick work of the buttons of her top.
“No need to be so uptight.”

Pulling back to take a breath, Vi momentarily froze at the sight that greeted her; Caitlyn’s body, almost fully exposed now with her top fully unbuttoned, leaving only her lacy black bra and navy blue panties covering her – her caped cloak still hung off her shoulders and wouldn’t come off with her arms tied back, but that was more than okay when it covered nothing important. Clearly, she did not come here thinking she would lose control and be stripped.

“What?” Caitlyn spat, “Never seen somebody so clean?” her insult lacking bite when her face was so adorably flushed.

Still, Vi needed to put her in her place.

“We’ll see about that.”

The Commander shut up real quick once Vi circled her clit and kissed down her neck. It was clear she was holding back a gasp, but her body betrayed her by tensing instantly underneath Vi’s touch, and it was encouraging, but not enough. Dragging her mouth lower and kissing rougher, Vi littered more bruises down to Caitlyn’s elegant collarbone . It was so pretty she almost didn’t want to taint it with marks–

“Control yourself.”

But that was just the nudge she needed. The fucking audacity…

“Just try and make me.” Vi hissed before sucking along her clavicle, painting it pink with her lips and tongue. This time, Caitlyn couldn’t smother her gasp. A good thing, because by the time Vi was done, she wanted the Commander a bruised, panting mess for her, just like Caitlyn had made her.

When Vi lowered her mouth to lightly brush and lick the outward curve of Caitlyn’s breast in time with pulling her other hand back to trace the edges of her bra, Caitlyn husked another warning.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

Vi smirked against her skin.

“You’re not in control, Cupcake.”

She felt Caitlyn’s heart skip a beat at that nickname.

“Nobody can know.”

And so did Vi’s then.

“You let many Zaunites strip you naked?” she asked with a forced chuckle, knowing the answer well but still feeling her chest twist with jealousy. Caitlyn didn’t respond though. No matter, Vi could keep her mind occupied by dragging her mouth lower.

“Violet.” Caitlyn uttered her name again, somewhat breathy but mostly stiff as Vi kissed in-between her breasts. Another warning, it seemed.
“Or enforcers?” Vi dared to ask, despite her hesitation to hear the answer. She just wanted to make a mess of the Commmander, but now Caitlyn was messing with her head.

When again Caitlyn didn’t respond, Vi pushed further.

“You’re not married, are you?” this she knew was not the case, but it had the effect she wanted.

“W-What?” Caitlyn stammered, “don’t be–”

Her voice was rudely interrupted by a moan, Vi’s index and middle finger spreading her wet folds apart. Vi knew she needed a distraction so she could worship her breasts without being told how to, and it worked. Gradually, she slid those fingers lower and sank both of them down inside, making Caitlyn fucking whimper.

“F-Fuck…”

It was the perfect distraction, doing the job diligently of keeping Caitlyn’s mind occupied while Vi kissed and sucked bruises all over her heaving breasts. In fact, the distraction did the job too well, the Commander’s soaked pussy that clenched around her fingers fighting for her attention with her gorgeous tear-shaped tits that fit perfectly within her other hand.

Caitlyn’s body was so fucking perfect, that it was almost too much. Vi couldn’t decide on what to focus on – kissing her flesh, massaging her breasts, or filling her cunt, so she tried her best to multitask. Clumsily she reached around to unclasp the black bra and hastily rip it off – snapping the straps in the process – and nearly regretted doing so. Caitlyn’s nipples were so hard, all Vi wanted to do then was take them into her mouth, lave her tongue over them and taste all the inches of the Commander’s skin she had not yet tried.

Well, Vi was not one to deny herself pleasure, so she did do exactly that.

“Sh-Shit, Vi!” Caitlyn fucking mewled, shaking body rattling the chains that restrained her. Vi may have frozen again at the sound of the Commander referring to her by her nickname in that pathetic voice, if it wasn’t for the feeling of her walls fluttering and tensing around her fingers, silently begging for more.

Groaning, “Fuck, Cait…” Vi hadn’t realised she had paused her fingers, so she quickly picked up the pace again. With just a few pumps, fucking her fingers in and out of Caitlyn’s desperate pussy to the knuckle, she found her rhythm that worked in tandem with her mouth.

“Yes, yes,” Caitlyn panted repeatedly, chest rising and falling harder and faster by the second. Still, Vi maintained her pace and rhythm. She could sense Caitlyn was close.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn spluttered pathetically, that refined Commander nowhere to be seen now.

Vi could have stopped then. If their roles were reversed, Caitlyn would have – and in this position of power, Vi saw why. She hadn’t touched herself once, yet having Caitlyn crumbling underneath her and coming undone by her touch had Vi soaked and throbbing already.

It would be so easy and so much fun to torture the Commander exactly how she tortured her

“What was it you were saying?”

But there were other methods of torture Vi could use.

“‘Don’t be ridiculous?’” she repeated what she knew Caitlyn had tried to say earlier, and lifted her face up to look at Caitlyn while she made a mess of her. “That’s what you meant, right?”

Caitlyn must have seen the fire Vi could feel was burning in her eyes, because she quickly nodded her head yes. There was no fight left in her eyes, only desperate lust. Perhaps she worried Vi was going to return the favour and deny her pleasure, hence her eager obedience.

Vi would never be so cruel, but that didn’t stop her from laughing.

“You’re the one chained up now, Commander.”

She still fucked her cunt with her fingers, maintaining her pace so each thrust kept squelching, no plans on stopping – but Caitlyn didn’t know that. She held Vi’s gaze, clearly struggling but refusing to give in. Her mouth parted further open, as if to snap a witty retort, only to clamp shut with a muffled groan when Vi curled her fingers inward.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Vi teased, not missing the way Caitlyn’s lower lip caught between her teeth.
“Fuck you.”

It was barely audible, yet Vi caught it. She snickered.

“You already have, and I am right now.”

Caitlyn tried to avert her gaze, but Vi grabbed her chin firmly.

“You don’t know what you want, do you?” she asked, voice mockingly pitiful. Caitlyn just glared back, so Vi kept going. “‘Don’t be ridiculous’, yet here you are, an utter wreck because of me – because you came to me. You fuck with me because you’re too power hungry and touch starved to know what you really want, and now that our positions have switched, you’re confused.”

Her glare disappeared when her eyes squeezed shut in response to Vi pressing her palm against her clit.

“You don’t get to call me ridiculous. What’s ridiculous is this little game you play, Commander.” Vi growled against her ear, drawing more of those cute little shudders out of her quivering body as her fingers moved deeper, palm pressed harder. “I’ve heard the people talk about you – you’re the only enforcer the undercity tolerates, and not just because of your position. You’re not as cruel as you try to make me believe, yet you refuse to show it to me. Why?”

Caitlyn couldn’t respond. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were still shut, likely trying to focus on finishing before Vi could think of denying her.

Vi smirked. “Do you like inflicting pain, Cupcake? I imagine you were a good girl growing up, and even now as Commander you try to be on your best behaviour.” lifting her hand to stroke the dark strands of hair out of Caitlyn’s face, Vi whispered, “but you don’t hold back with me, do you? You like it rough.”

Caitlyn’s hips started shifting. She wasn’t thrashing, she didn’t want to break out. She was only rolling forward just enough to barely ride Vi’s fingers, so close she no longer had any shame.

“Are you not satisfied up there?” Vi nipped her ear and kissed along her jaw, “Do topsiders fuck too gently for your liking?”

Still, Caitlyn didn’t respond. This time though, Vi needed an answer.

Halting her movements and dripping at the sound of Caitlyn’s impatient whimper, Vi asked “Is there anybody else?”

Weakly, Caitlyn shook her head.

“Just me?”

Then she nodded her head,

It wasn’t enough. Vi slowly dragged her index finger back along her walls, threatening to slide it out.

“I need to hear you say it.”

Caitlyn’s eyes flickered angrily.

“Fuck you.” she hissed, but as always lately, it didn’t sting. If anything, she was the one that was hurt more as Vi dragged back her middle finger.
“Say it.”

Caitlyn looked like she may have stood her ground, if Vi didn’t then push the ball of her palm hard against her clit. With a gasped moan of pain and pleasure, Caitlyn squirmed and spluttered “Y-Yes, yes! Just you!”

And that was all Vi needed to hear.

“Good girl.” she said a breath’s width away from Caitlyn’s lips, “nobody fucks you like I do.” before crashing against them in a burning kiss.

And apparently, that was all Caitlyn needed too, because she hardly kissed back once Vi’s hand and fingers returned to pleasuring her. Open mouthed she moaned and panted curses into Vi’s kiss, her body tensing underneath Vi’s as she reached her climax.
“Attagirl,” Vi cooed, gently coaxing it out of her with gentle fingers. With her limbs restrained, all Caitlyn could do was tremble through it, her cunt pulsating around Vi’s fingers and arousal soaking the chair beneath.

Fuck. Vi could have watched her crumble and listened to her come undone all day everyday. The sound of her pleasure was new, like music to Vi’s ears, and she knew no song would ever compare to it.

Even as Caitlyn came down from the high of her orgasm, Vi still couldn’t look away. Caitlyn’s blissed state wasn’t a new sight – heavy eyes and cheeks flushed – but with how loud she came, how unruly her hair was, and how utterly indecent she looked without her uniform covering her body anymore, Vi was put in a trance.

“Wipe that smirk off your face.” Caitlyn said indignantly, shaking Vi out of her trance. She was puffing heavily, and when Vi actually looked at her, she was taken aback to see that familiar sadistic blaze returning to her tired eyes.

Had she been smirking? Vi wasn’t sure, but she was now as she smugly lifted her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Oh, just try and make me.”

And the Commander did, quickly wiping the unintentional smirk of Vi’s face by fucking pouncing on her and pinning her to the floor.

Head hitting the ground, Vi swore. How did Caitlyn break free? Her pants were properly off too, but it didn’t make sense. She was secured, wasn’t she?

Chuckling breathlessly, Caitlyn teased “Cat got your tongue?” and shrugged off her shirt so it bunched at her elbows with her cloak, momentarily entrancing Vi yet again. She kept her pinned down with her weight, straddling her lap in this new position, but Vi easily could have thrown her off.

Of course, Vi didn’t.

Shit, she should have been scared, not turned on. The way Caitlyn stared at her was akin to a predator catching its prey – which was how she looked at her most of the time, though there was something different this time. Maybe it was because she was already fucked out and wrecked, her naked body flushed and hair a mess, but there was a hint of playfullness Vi hadn’t seen glimmer in her eyes before.

Still, the question remained. “How?”

Caitlyn smirked. “I know these chains much better than you.”

That would have been explanation enough, if it didn’t leave Vi wondering how she overpowered Caitlyn so seemingly easily in the first place.

Unless that was the point.

She couldn’t dwell on it any longer though, not when Caitlyn was having too much fun playing with her food. And, Vi didn’t mind being played with. It was hard to find a problem with it when the Commander was hungrily kissing along her neck and sucking rough bruises into her flesh. Sure, Caitlyn may have been mostly naked – cloak still loose on her frame – and lightly grinding against Vi, only her damp panties standing in-between her cunt and Vi’s covered crotch, but she was certainly the one in control now. Again. As always.

Vi raised her hands slightly to grab hold of that waist she had always wanted to touch, only for them to instantly be pinned down above her head.

“Don’t make me chain you up again.” Caitlyn growled into her ear, and fuck, the offer was tempting. A slight wetness pooled in-between her legs, and she couldn’t quite tell if it was just from herself or Caitlyn too.

The thought just turned Vi on even more.

“You had all this time,” she pushed, “to escape and put me back in those chains,subtly bucking her hips up to meet Caitlyn’s, “so why didn’t you?” and received a warning nip at her ear in return, before Caitlyn sat back up.

Vi kept her hands above her head, enjoying the view too much to risk ruining the moment.

“Why do you let yourself get arrested?” Caitlyn asked rather pointedly, her question being her answer.

Fair, but too easy.

So Vi spat “Because a sadistic enforcer bitch could make my life hell if I didn’t let her have my way with me.”

The warmth in her eyes turning icy, Caitlyn cracked. Shit, too far?

“Oh,” she shook her head in an amused sort of disappointment, “Is that so?” and threw another pointed look at Vi’s hands, limp on the ground above her head but with nothing holding them down.

Again, fair, but still too easy.

With a scoff, Vi rolled her eyes. “Are you really trying to suggest you would simply let me go if I wanted to?”
“I am.”

The quick bluntness of the Commander’s response caused Vi’s heart to skip a beat.

“If you want to leave, you are free to go.”

Not from excitement.

“You are not my prisoner.”

From fear.

Caitlyn spoke so casually as she shifted off Vi’s lap and hiked her cloak back up onto her shoulders, it was like she spoke to a stranger in passing, or was trying to kick out a one-night stand –worse, like talking to a friend. Vi was none of those, and they both knew it. To each other, they were an addiction – something they knew needed to be stopped but couldn’t help coming back to. There was no way Caitlyn was about to get up and leave, just like that. She had come to Vi all by herself, after all!

Unless this was why she had come to her… One last time.

Mind spiraling, Vi couldn’t think of what to say, couldn’t bring herself to watch Caitlyn move away, her thoughts so loud she almost missed what Caitlyn said next.

“I don’t think you will leave though. You may think I’m a bitch, but you’re my bitch.”

Almost.

Her harsh words were like a slap to the face, knocking the wind out of Vi’s lungs and pulling her mind back to attention.

“Look at you,” Caitlyn snickered, “you haven’t even moved from where I left you, just waiting for me to come back like a pathetic puppy.”

Vi would have made a move then, if she didn’t freeze at the sight of what Caitlyn now held in her hands.

“I saw you eying this, back when you bumped into me. Wouldn’t have thought anything of it, if I didn’t know how close you were to begging to take it the last time you saw it.”

Caitlyn had no intentions to leave now, only to get back on top and take back control.

“I’m not done with you, and I don’t think you’re done with me either, am I correct?”

Honestly, Vi had forgotten about it when she had Caitlyn chained up, but now? Seeing it again, she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking of it and wouldn’t be able to handle the sleepless nights that came with those thoughts.

Whether the Commander did plan on leaving originally and changed path once she was reminded of the same thing Vi was, or whether it was all just another ploy to get Vi to submit, it didn’t matter. Vi watched Caitlyn toss it between her hands, getting a feel of the grip and weight, and she was so fucking hot doing so that Vi could hardly believe she was ready to give in yet again.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Commander.”

“Oh, good girl.”

Before she could blink, Vi’s pants were down to her ankles, and despite being in a much more humiliating position last time – bent against the wall with her hands chained up above her head, bare ass sticking out – she couldn’t help but yelp in flustered embarrassment.

“Aw,” Caitlyn pouted from where she now hovered on her hands and knees above Vi’s hips, bare breasts somewhat covered by her cascading hair and hanging cloak. “Poor puppy.” her feigned pity was mocking as she roughly reached for the waistband of Vi’s underwear next. This time, Vi was better prepared, but the effect of hearing that soft nickname was delayed. Just as Caitlyn tugged downward, wet arousal slicked Vi’s cunt, and of course that only amused the sadist even more.

“You are full of surprises,” she said somewhat… fondly? And nestled lower in-between Vi’s shaking legs. Shit, what was she going to do next? Well, Vi had an idea of course, but the tone of her voice suggested she wasn’t quite finished speaking.

“I never thought you’d be such a pathetic puppy, Violet.”

And she was right.

“You want me to make you squirt again?”

Fuck. Vi’s face flushed pink and her hands instinctively came down to hide it.

“No no no,” Caitlyn tutted disapprovingly, “if you are to get what you really want, you can’t be shy.”

What she really wanted… Vi didn’t want to accept it, but still she obeyed, lifting her hands up and away from her face.

“Good girl.”

Shit, that was a mistake. Immediately Vi wished she could cover her eyes even though it would have been no use. With a smug look in her eyes and mischievous smirk on her lips, Caitlyn lowered down to lick up the wet slit of her pussy, slow and precise yet way too much once she reached her clit.
“O-Oh, fuck!” Vi whined, the pit of her stomach heating up alarmingly fast.

Too fast. Caitlyn giggled, the vibrations reverberating against her clit, and Vi whimpered. Why was she so sensitive? This wasn’t her first time being eaten out.

“So cute.”

It was just Caitlyn. For so long, Vi had wanted to feel the Commander’s mouth on her the same way she felt hers. Now that she had it though, she was almost squirming away from oversensitivity, somehow overstimulated just from the long gentle strokes of Caitlyn’s tongue. All she did was swirl it around her clit and trace it over her folds – nothing had even entered her yet – but Vi felt like she was being fucked to completion already.

“Such a needy little thing,” Caitlyn cooed, the brief pause a much needed reprieve for Vi to smother the increasing heat inside her belly. Not that it helped much. Just looking at Caitlyn’s eyes was too much for her to bear – and she could never look away.
“C-Cait, this is – a-ah!” Too much, or not enough, Vi didn’t get to decide because Caitlyn cut her off with a light nip, the slightly sharp touch utterly electric.

“You really are such a whiny puppy, Violet.” Caitlyn tutted again before diving back down even deeper. Her tongue pushed inside, and Vi quickly became a moaning mess, simply from the languid strokes of it licking along her walls and curling deep. Caitlyn was lapping up her increasing wetness with satisfied hums, which only threatened to unfurl the hot coil in Vi’s core even faster.

She tried not to think about how the topsider learnt this all, still high from being told she was the only one that fucked her good. Really, Vi felt the same about her; nobody fucked her as good as the Commander did simply because Vi didn’t let anybody else. So when Caitlyn pulled back to ask her next question, it was a no-brainer.

“You want me to fuck you with my baton?”

“Fuck,” Vi groaned, “yes!”

And she didn’t agree just because Caitlyn had denied her peak by pausing to speak, oh no. Caitlyn was right all along. Vi wanted this since Caitlyn first cruelly teased it – too far gone to care how truly pathetically low it was to desire such a thing – unable to deny what she wanted most any longer.

The apprehension was enough for more wet arousal to gush out. She did not come, but she bet it could have looked like it, judging by the way Caitlyn’s eyes blew wide.

She looked disgusted and utterly ravenous all at once as she spat, “Shit, you’re such a fucking desperate, pathetic little thing.” before quickly dropping her mouth back down to get a taste of Vi’s now utterly drenched pussy, practically kissing her down below.

Mewling like a puppy indeed, all it took was for Caitlyn to push two fingers in alongside her tongue for Vi to suddenly unravel. It happened so fast and she came so hard, Vi didn’t fully realise it was her orgasm that overwhelmed her senses – vision clouding, ears ringing and all feeling going numb – until that newly familiar feeling of wetness gushed out of her throbbing cunt.

It soaked Caitlyn’s fingers, coated her tongue and covered her lips. Luckily, Caitlyn did not seem to mind at all if the deep moan she let out was anything to go by. Besides, Vi had no time to be embarrassed. It seemed that Caitlyn decided no more preparation was needed, already pressing the hard end of the cool baton against her entrance.

“Oh, my good girl.” her voice was soft and warm, as if it oozed honey, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” and fuck it was the sexiest voice Vi ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of. As soon as she heard it, her heart started to skip.

Yet Caitlyn’s affectionate words did not do much to distract Vi from the sudden feeling of being pushed into and filled by her fucking baton. Her body didn’t know how to react – she was shaking and panting, but also melting and moaning. The feeling wasn’t much different to some of the toys Vi had used by herself in the past, but she wasn’t by herself now, and this wasn’t a toy.

“Or about this,”

This was a tool. No, practically a weapon. Right now though, it was sheathed inside her cunt, as deep as it could go. If she could have, Vi would have sobbed then. Out of pleasure or frustration – not because it hurt, but because it didn’t – it was hard to know,and didn’t care to know once Caitlyn crashed her lips down to meet hers, quickly smothering the noise in her throat to a groan.

Shit. Having the Commander’s baton buried inside her pussy with it gradually sliding back and forth, slowly stroking her walls and stretching her cunt. was so wrong on so many levels.

“Is this okay?”

But she felt too good, her morals now flipped, not knowing right from wrong, feeling so good she completely crumbled. This all was just too much; The naked breasts pressed against her chest, the pet names, the lack of restraints, the overwhelming pleasure and just the utter trust.

“N-No,” Vi barely managed to grunt beneath Caitlyn’s kiss, who just kept going as she giggled teasingly.

“No?”

No. The problem was, she moved too slow. Too gentle. It was only too much because it was fucking torture.

Vi cleared her throat and husked “I-I need more,”

Worse then, Caitlyn froze, and that certainly wasn’t enough. Whining in furious desperation, Vi was prepared to be anything but be good to get her moving again.

“You…” Luckily, the cunning lilt in the Commander’s tone stopped Vi just before she bucked her hips up. “You dirty little thing.”

Lucky, because if Vi had provoked Caitlyn back into that cruel side of herself, she may have cut this experience short and risked never seeing this side of Caitlyn that gave her all without taking anything in return, again. Readjusting herself slightly, Caitlyn ensured the angle was just right so she could better fuck Vi; shifting to the side a little, straddling Vi’s thigh, allowing her hand to guide the baton in and out with just the right speed and ferocity that had Vi almost screaming.

Caitlyn couldn’t even kiss her anymore. She pulled back up so she sat tall but didn’t stop, relentless with the way she was so quickly tugging Vi back to the edge. If Vi wasn’t happy to throw the back of her hand over her mouth to soften her pleasurable noises, she may have been upset to no longer feel those perfect, teardrop shaped breast press into her.

Alas, they were an even prettier sight from below, gently rising and falling and somewhat trembling–

“Fuck,”

–Fuck indeed. Vi didn’t say that but she certainly thought it.

“Y-You should see yourself,” Caitlyn muttered, voice wavering as her body started to tremble more. “Such a dirty, pretty little thing.”

She was trembling because she was practically riding Vi’s thigh.

Unsure of where she found the strength, Vi just blurted back in return “I could say the same for you.”

Maybe speaking the truth required no strength. Commander Kiramman was always an attractive woman, no doubt about it, but right now? as she blushed and struggled to maintain the rhythm in her wrist and her hips, humping Vi’s thigh in nothing but her wet panties and cloak draped around her elbows, she was utterly divine.

“Oh yeah?”

Caitlyn was breathless, all the signs pointing to her nearing the edge alongside Vi as she kept rutting against her thigh and fucking her with the baton.

Vi mumbled “Mhm,” unable to look away, unable to stop what was happening before it was too late. Caitlyn was erotic, her hips rolling like a dancer, an elegant contrast to the lewd sounds that came from the rough movement of her hand. Divine yes, but also sinful.

“Sweet girl,”

The faintest line of tears brimmed Vi’s eyes. When Caitlyn reached down to stroke a strand of hair out of her eyes, her thumb lightly brushed the damp corner before cupping her cheek. If Caitlyn saw or knew she was close to crying, she didn’t let on just yet. Really, after all she had done to Vi and what she was doing to her now, Vi should have flinched. Yet, the gentleness was a welcome surprise that made everything go pleasantly numb.

“Don’t be shy,”

She was an angel. An addiction. Vi’s saviour, and maybe her downfall too.

“There’s no need for–”

A sob escaped Vi, and she begged “P-Please” for what exactly, she wasn’t sure. “Please, I–”

Shit, this had become a fucked up mess.

“--I need you.”

In that instant, Caitlyn stuttered. She had already been softening, her gaze and words sweeter than ever, but Vi’s confession startled her so much she sighed a breathy “baby…” like one would to their lover – not just one they fucked.

Even with the disrupted rhythmic pleasure, Vi could have come right then and there, if in that following instant Caitlyn didn’t snap out of it. Eyes darkening once more, she hastily picked back up where she left off.

“You want to come?” she growled, the gentle hand that was stroking Vi’s face now clawing down her body. The sensation made Vi shudder all the way to her toes, making it very clear it wasn’t a matter of ‘want’, but when. The coil in her stomach was unwinding once more.

With a croaked “yes,” Vi knew she would finish in any second, “I need it,” knew there was no point in begging, “I need you,” but decided it was her best bet to bring the high and mighty Commander down with her, “please!”

Hips moving more erratically and baton quickening messily, Vi knew she pushed the right buttons.

“Fuck, you’re my bitch, aren’t you?”

But Caitlyn did the same to her in return.

“Mine, yes?”

Fuck yes.

“Y-Yes, Cait, I-I’m–”

That gently teasing hand snapped to wrap around her neck. It may have been to anchor support for Caitlyn’s body, or it may have been to shut Vi up, or it simply may have been to choke her since she hadn’t done so yet.

“Gonna come on the baton like the needy girl you are?”

Whichever one it was, it didn’t matter in the end. Hot pleasure surging inside, outside and all over her body, Vi came with the most whiniest cry she ever let out, the sound utterly pathetic yet too muffled by the blood rushing in her head for her to think too long about it. Faintly, as if far away, she felt her sensitive pussy leak, her trembling thighs becoming wet and sticky.

“Go-oh– Good g-gi–”

But it wasn’t just from her own orgasm. Blurry eyed, Vi could hardly see Caitlyn succumb to her pleasure, but she could certainly feel it on her thigh. At least until everything went completely dark and quiet.

There was no way to tell how long she was out. Eventually, it started to feel like a dream.

Emptiness.

That fear of it being a dream – the disappointment if that was the case would make it a nightmare – had Vi coming back to consciousness with a start.

It was dark, and Caitlyn was nowhere to be seen on her thigh or lap or even at her feet. Nothing in-between her legs, either. That was the emptiness she felt.

“You don’t think I’d leave you after that, do you?”

Her chest swelled then though. She was nowhere to be seen because Caitlyn was at her side, lying half naked on the grimy jail cell floor, looking up at Vi with that fond amusement glimmering in her tired eyes once more.

Again, Vi almost sobbed. She held this one back though, and rolled over to throw her arm over Caitlyn’s waist.

“Please,”

After all this time of wanting to hold her, and after everything Caitlyn just did to her, Vi thought it was only fair she could hug her waist. In fact, it seemed like their bodies were made for each other – Vi’s muscular arms perfectly slotting over the dips and curves of Caitlyn’s lithe body. She was going to cling onto the Commander with all the strength she had left.

“Stay.”

It was pushing it, she knew that – another level of intimacy they hadn’t entertained – but fuck it. How far did they have to go? They had already gone so far that there was no coming back. Only option left was to move forward. This tug of war had been going on for far longer than when they first kissed, and Vi was so fucking tired of fighting.

So Vi nestled her face into Caitlyn’s chest, inhaling her fine lavender scent with every breath. If Commander Kiramman had a problem with Vi’s defeated affection, she was more than capable of dealing with it however she saw fit.

“Oh, Violet.” Caitlyn giggled, “don’t be so ridiculous.”

Heart racing and stomach jumping, Vi was much too fucked out to swoon by the sweet sound of her voice or scoff in response to her jab.

“Why do you think I sought you out myself?”

When Vi didn’t respond, Caitlyn hooked her leg over Vi’s hip and wrapped her arms around her shoulders to stroke her hair. At that moment, Vi was so close to falling asleep, but she forced herself to stay awake to hear the explanation.

“You were right all along. I can’t resist you.”

Her heart swelled then, even as the exhaustion weighed heavy, but still Vi couldn’t formulate any response apart from burying her face further into Caitlyn’s scent. In the very near future, she would likely mentally kick herself for not taking the opportunity to brag in the topsider’s face about ‘I told you so!’ but for now? A gentle kiss was placed on the top of her head, and Vi happily succumbed to submission.

“Rest. We can talk about this later, if you’d prefer. Why don’t we organise a new spot to meet, let's say weekly?”

Vi weakly grunted in agreement.

“Not a jail cell though, not anymore.”

That perked her up though.

“What? Where?” she blurted out in both bubbling excitement and simmering doubt.

As always, Caitlyn read her like a book. With a sly smirk, she answered her silent question.

”Don’t worry, wherever it is, I can always have some chains brought to us.”

Chuckling, Vi rolled her eyes, but could hardly bring herself to snap back at her gall for assuming, simply because she assumed right.

“What?” Caitlyn snorted lightly, “no snide remarks about ‘typical enforcers’?”

With a dismissive shrug, Vi buried her face into the crook of Caitlyn’s neck. “You said it, not me.”

Little bruises had bloomed across her flesh. Would Caitlyn be so relaxed once she realised? This teasing was new and rather nice, but what were her limits?

“You begged me to fuck you with my baton.”

Limits were something they would figure out soon enough, but for now…

Oddly enough, Vi felt no shame at hearing Caitlyn’s smug remark, because shit, she really could fall asleep within the Commander’s embrace – her past self would have been horrified to see what she had become.

“And,” Vi yawned, “I’d do it again,” sleep threatening to tug away at her awareness.

With a hum, Caitlyn placed another kiss against her temple. “That can also be arranged.”

Unable to help it this time, Vi huffed in amusement “typical” before sleep finally took her.

It was the best sleep she had in a very long time.