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Series: Queen's Blade
Pairing: Claudette/Elina (Rebellion timeline)
Rating: X - Contains pretty much just fucking
Length: 507 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Non-con, blood, weapons/electricity play. A very rough fic.
Summary: Elina should have been a better assassin leader.
Notes: Written in ten minutes as a speed-writing challenge. Very rough on a technical level.
The red-head pulled her right arm back and sprung it forth with all her might, the heavy blade in her hand crashing its flat against her victim's backside, leaving a bright, stinging red mark against it. The attacker focused a second and let forth a bright blue streak from her hand, the blade amplifying it, crackling and buzzing in the air. All of it charged and burned into her submissive's ass, adding burns and blisters to the spank markings.
“Big sis! I'm sorry! I said I was sorry! I'll be harsher on them next ti---” the girl tried begging for mercy, only to find herself biting down on her tongue when shocked again. Tears ran down her face as she convulsed, hair drying and sticking out, her armor cracking from the raw power of her queen's bolts.
All the queen could do was sigh and do it again, this time crashing down on her tailbone and zapping again. The girl below choked on her own screams, struggling to break free of her restraints, only finding herself stuck tighter, the ropes keeping her in place closing up more and cutting into her wrists and ankles. After a minute, she was allowed to catch her breath.
The girl above noticed her prey's cunt was leaking, taking the hilt of her blade and jamming it inside, it slipping in easily enough. A few smaller bolts of electricity shot up it, dancing and tickling her, bringing her close to orgasm. Her victim panted and moaned, bucking like a cat in heat, yowling as she felt her clit show and hole tighten around it.
Her queen felt this was not enough, building the strength of her bolts and the pain with them, sending a blistering bolt through and forcing her to cum as her hairs were almost burnt off. The girl gargled on her own saliva as she was brought down, cunt squeezing the hilt out and ratting the blade on the ground below, completely and utterly exhausted. A bit of blood came out of her throat, trickling down her lips and chin.
“Maybe knowing the pain that they do will make you want to give it more. Consider yourself lucky I didn't go further; you might not have woken up for a week.” the girl above replied, walking out, leaving her servants to clean up her mess. As a treat, she charged one last bolt straight up her ass and left her to cook quietly, thinking about her transgressions.
Maybe tomorrow she'd actually obey the queen and avoid punishment. Maybe that's when she'd stop being such a fucking brat and needing to be punished so strongly. She would get rubbed off on and then violated with weapon and magic, both crackling and surging through her. Not a moment's respite. An excellent punishment for a crime that should very well be treated with death instead.
Nah. It'd never happen. It'd repeat, same as it did every day after lunch. Just the way that all of them liked it too.
Pairing: Claudette/Elina (Rebellion timeline)
Rating: X - Contains pretty much just fucking
Length: 507 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Non-con, blood, weapons/electricity play. A very rough fic.
Summary: Elina should have been a better assassin leader.
Notes: Written in ten minutes as a speed-writing challenge. Very rough on a technical level.
The red-head pulled her right arm back and sprung it forth with all her might, the heavy blade in her hand crashing its flat against her victim's backside, leaving a bright, stinging red mark against it. The attacker focused a second and let forth a bright blue streak from her hand, the blade amplifying it, crackling and buzzing in the air. All of it charged and burned into her submissive's ass, adding burns and blisters to the spank markings.
“Big sis! I'm sorry! I said I was sorry! I'll be harsher on them next ti---” the girl tried begging for mercy, only to find herself biting down on her tongue when shocked again. Tears ran down her face as she convulsed, hair drying and sticking out, her armor cracking from the raw power of her queen's bolts.
All the queen could do was sigh and do it again, this time crashing down on her tailbone and zapping again. The girl below choked on her own screams, struggling to break free of her restraints, only finding herself stuck tighter, the ropes keeping her in place closing up more and cutting into her wrists and ankles. After a minute, she was allowed to catch her breath.
The girl above noticed her prey's cunt was leaking, taking the hilt of her blade and jamming it inside, it slipping in easily enough. A few smaller bolts of electricity shot up it, dancing and tickling her, bringing her close to orgasm. Her victim panted and moaned, bucking like a cat in heat, yowling as she felt her clit show and hole tighten around it.
Her queen felt this was not enough, building the strength of her bolts and the pain with them, sending a blistering bolt through and forcing her to cum as her hairs were almost burnt off. The girl gargled on her own saliva as she was brought down, cunt squeezing the hilt out and ratting the blade on the ground below, completely and utterly exhausted. A bit of blood came out of her throat, trickling down her lips and chin.
“Maybe knowing the pain that they do will make you want to give it more. Consider yourself lucky I didn't go further; you might not have woken up for a week.” the girl above replied, walking out, leaving her servants to clean up her mess. As a treat, she charged one last bolt straight up her ass and left her to cook quietly, thinking about her transgressions.
Maybe tomorrow she'd actually obey the queen and avoid punishment. Maybe that's when she'd stop being such a fucking brat and needing to be punished so strongly. She would get rubbed off on and then violated with weapon and magic, both crackling and surging through her. Not a moment's respite. An excellent punishment for a crime that should very well be treated with death instead.
Nah. It'd never happen. It'd repeat, same as it did every day after lunch. Just the way that all of them liked it too.
