Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane
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Adult ++
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9
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15,451
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10
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5
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I do not own Rumble Roses, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated with the game “Rumble Roses”. This is basically a vehicle for lesbian sex between my two favourite characters (and a few others). Please enjoy it on that level and nothing more.
The sex is graphic, but I need plot and character development in my stories, so just beware. Also, I can spell, unlike many smut/Hentai authors out there. If you notice any typos, please tell me. Then prevent me from committing seppuku in the corner…
Chapter 3
“Jesus, I can’t believe I have to do another one of these…” Candy said to herself as she shifted through the mud. She eyed her opponent warily, the legendary cowgirl wrestler, Dixie Clemets. The blonde was certainly imposing- close to six feet tall, shoulder-length blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a figure that wouldn’t quit. Her tits were almost as big as Miss Spencer’s. Her body was curvy but powerful, every muscle like a coiled spring.
“Ho-kay, she’s gonna be a lot stronger than you and probably as fast. Fight dirty since she’s the better wrestler…”
Candy decided to try some psychology. “So you’re the legendary cowgirl, hm? You don’t look like much.”
Dixie just kept circling slowly. “Aren’t you a li’l young fer this sorta thing, sugar?”
“You’re gonna find out soon enough. I’ve got one question for you though…”
“Oh? An’ what’s that?”
“Where’d ya get such a nice rack?” Candy asked, indicating her foe’s bosom, barely contained inside the blue bikini top she wore.
Dixie flushed crimson. “Never you mind!” she shot back angrily. “Bring it on!”
“Hey, I was just asking!” Candy said, trying to sound defensive but secretly pleased that she’d touched a nerve. Maybe her foe would make mistake if her famous Texas temper got the better of her.
The bell rang.
“One way to find out if pissing her off worked…” Candy said, lunging in quickly to attack.
Dixie wasn’t. She spun deftly around Candy, took her by the back of the neck and threw her bodily to the other side of the mud pit, where she landed with a splash.
“Ouch…” Candy muttered as she sat up, holding the back of her head. “Right, pissing her off, bad. Gotta find something else…”
***
Miss Spencer winced as she watched from the rearmost seats. She had seen Dixie flush in embarrassment and realized what Miss Welsh was up to, but the tactic seemed to have backfired. Could her poor student possibly overcome this challenge? Did Miss Spencer want her to? If she lost, she would be out of the tournament and could be brought back to school…
But Miss Spencer also realized that her student would not surrender, that Dixie would come close to killing her before she gave in. Did she really want to see Miss Welsh crushed and in that kind of pain?
“If she loses here in this tournament she considers so important, it might devastate her psyche! Oh, what to do…”
She quashed her initial reaction, which was to race down and jump in Dixie’s way, to defend her precious student. She had her own match this afternoon with Miss Aisha to think about, in case Candy won and continued forward.
She gripped her hands together tight and sat silently, biting her lip…
***
“Last chance to back out, hon…” Dixie said, moving forward slowly and casually. She obviously wasn’t concerned and didn’t feel like beating up on a young girl during her quest for glory.
“In your dreams, Podunk!” spat Candy, rising to her feet. Her new bikini was even smaller than yesterday’s; first, to spite Miss Spencer, wherever she was, and second, it was all she could afford. There were only so many times she could attack the buffet set up back at the arena before they’d cut her off.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, then.” Dixie sighed, moving in to grab hold of Candy. The girl moved suddenly, flipping mud up into Dixie’s eyes, blinding her. As the cowgirl stood up in shock, her hands clasped to her eyes, Candy tackled her legs, buckling them and sending her backward into the mud. She took a death grip on Dixie’s leg as she turned her over and pulled on the joint.
“C’mon, dammit! This has gotta hurt! Just submit already!”
Dixie was in no mood to surrender, though. She flung Candy off, throwing the girl away. Candy spun to her feet as Dixie rose and turned to glare at her.
“Why, yew li’l…”
“Come and get it, Clarabelle!” taunted Candy.
Dixie surged forward her arms wide to get a bearhug on the girl. Candy ducked and spun away, shoving Dixie from behind. As the cowgirl stumbled Candy tackled her, hoping to press her face-first down into the mud and hold her there until she gave up.
Dixie pushed herself up and rolled over. Candy leaned backwards as Dixie’s fist swung up, missing her jaw by an inch. Dixie used her moment of imbalance to roll sideways and push Candy off, regaining her feet.
“Now yew’ve done it!” she hissed, her eyes blazing. “Y’just had t’ git all cute an’ play dirty, huh? Well ah can do that too!”
She lunged in, faster than a snake and grabbed hold of Candy’s waist. Before the girl knew what was happening, Dixie had swept her up and was holding Candy over her shoulders. Candy’s legs kicked feebly Dixie displayed her to the crowd.
“Give ‘em all a good look at ya b’fore ah drive yer skull out yer ass!”
“Shit, this is gonna hurt…” Candy thought, her mind whirling as she tried to think of what to do.
Dixie fell backwards, intent on dropping Candy on her head, now that she’d displayed the girl’s crotch to the crowd.
Candy rolled backward, hard, trying to land on her feet. She broke Dixie’s grip and was not thrown on her head but rather belly-flopped in the mud with a loud, soggy smack. Stinging pain raced all the way from her face to her toes.
“Ignore it! She’s getting up!”
Candy rolled to her feet and shook her head, clearing the mud away from her eyes. Her head was still spinning but she heard the splashing footsteps of her opponent rushing her.
She ducked and lashed out with her feet, tripping Dixie. The cowgirl crashed face-first into the mud and Candy was on her. She pinned her head down and pummeled the back of her neck. Dixie was still too strong and pushed up again, throwing her off. They rolled and grappled savagely as they tussled in the mud, vying for advantage. Dixie’s superior strength was less advantageous than she hoped since she could not keep a firm grip on her opponent.
Candy fought wildly, searching for some tactical edge, anything, that would allow her to beat this foe. She sprung away and stood up, needing a breather to gather herself and begin thinking clearly.
Dixie eyed her, her fists in front of herself. “Yer goin’ down, girl. Ain’t nobody makes a fool of me!” she said in deadly earnest.
“Do what she doesn’t expect… let her come in…”
Dixie advanced and Candy waited patiently, her eyes never leaving the cowgirl’s. Dixie reached out to grab for her and Candy dropped to one knee and punched her opponent in the ribs.
Not, however, before Dixie’s knee, previously meant for Candy’s stomach, impacted her jaw.
Everything exploded in white light. Candy couldn’t feel her body, couldn’t feel pain, couldn’t feel anything. She was totally dazed by what had just happened. She had to be lying down; nothing would keep her vertical after that blow. But was she on her back or her front? And what could she possibly do about it?
Dixie was slightly bent over, wincing as she held her side. She glared at the girl, now lying on her back in the mud, stunned by the massive impact.
“Owww… good one, kid,” she said, her breathing laboured. “That hurt. But it’s yer own fault fer messin’ with me. Ah warned ya…”
She stumbled over to where Candy lay and rolled the girl up, intent on the pin.
***
“No!” Miss Spencer cried out suddenly, standing up in fear. “Miss Welsh! Get up! You must get up! MISS WELSH!!!”
***
“MISS WELSH!!!”
“Teach?”
Reality came swimming back. She felt herself being rolled up, Dixie three seconds away from declaring victory.
“Oh, HELL no…”
Candy resorted to the only dirty trick she could think of on such short notice and grabbed Dixie’s bikini. She tore as hard as she could, both the top and the bottom. The material gave way and Dixie shrieked in horror as she was stripped naked instantly. She rolled away from Candy, covering herself, her eyes wide with shock.
Candy, still not totally certain of where she was, bowled her over began hammering on Dixie’s head, slamming her fist down repeatedly to sap the fight out of the girl. She didn’t care how strong Dixie was, she didn’t care how good a wrestler she was. This was a street fight now and there was nobody better than her.
The crowd was going wild, first treated to a sight of Dixie Clemet’s goodies and now the underdog was taking it to her. Miss Spencer’s heart was pounding and leaping in her chest. She cheered and cried out with delight, clapping madly.
The cheers turned to gasps of sudden shock, however, when Dixie’s fist rocketed into Candy’s jaw, sending the smaller girl flying. She splashed onto her back in the mud, her eyes rolling in her head. Dixie stood up slowly, towering over the girl, glaring death at her. Her breasts stood up in fury, glistening with mud.
“Yew wanted a peek, huh? Y’wanted t’see mah rack? Well take a good look, girl, ‘cuz it’s th’ last thing yer ever gonna see…”
“Damn…” Candy thought. “Now she’s seriously gonna kick my ass. And I didn’t even get a good look at her tits…what am I gonna do now?”
Dixie moved forward slowly, wary of another ruse but intent on destroying her foe. Candy Cane certainly looked stunned, and that punch would’ve taken the head off a bronco. She had to be finished.
She picked up the smaller girl and hefted her into the air.
“Consider this an honour, girl, ah don’t use this on just anybody… DIXIE BUSTER!!!”
But she had taken too long to reach Candy. In that time she had recovered her wits and was waiting. As she felt Dixie drop her for the final blow, she bent over from a fulcrum in her middle and swung under the cowgirl’s legs. She yanked Dixie’s arms under with her and grabbed hold of the girl’s waist. She heaved with all her strength, hoisting Dixie onto her thighs upside down. Dixie struggled wildly but could not get free. Panting with the exertion, Candy took hold of Dixie’s thighs and spread her legs, displaying the cowgirl’s glistening womanhood to the crowd. The shrieks, hoots of delight and catcalls intensified as Candy let them have a grand view.
Then she dropped. She dropped Dixie on her head. She felt the cowgirl shudder as consciousness left her. With her remaining strength she scrambled around to pin her, pulling her leg high into the air.
“Gotta get this done before She-Hulk wakes up again…”
There was a count of three and the bell sounded! Candy leapt into the air in victory, only to fall almost flat on her back in exhaustion. She rose unsteadily, her head still swimming from the punishment it had taken.
She gazed through blurry eyes over at the large scoreboard and looked at how long it had taken her to eke out a win against the #1 contender…
Less than two minutes.
That had to be a record.
She looked down at her vanquished foe wearily. Dixie lay on her back, her face barely peeking above the mud. Her huge breasts poked out invitingly.
“Oh, what the hell…” Candy thought to herself. She knelt down and stroked her hand over the smooth, slippery skin of Dixie’s knockers. Her other hand glided down and gently cupped the cowgirl’s pussy.
“Wow… nice…”
She found the remains of Dixie’s bikini and thrust them into the air in triumph, to the roaring approval of the fans.
“Too bad you’re not watchin’, teach. This’d prove that me losing yesterday was just a fluke. If I can take Dixie Clemets down I can take down anybody… even you…”
She sighed and strutted out of the mud pit, basking in the glow of her unexpected victory. She wondered how she would spend the next day or so, since she wasn’t scheduled to fight until Friday.
It was just as well, she need the time to recuperate. Dixie had really worked her over and she was gonna be hurtin’ for the foreseeable future.
“Miss Spencer has a match against Miss Aisha this afternoon. You could go watch that… or you could cruise Tokyo and find yourself some li’l Japanese hottie to fuck around with… decisions, decisions…”
***
It was early evening as Miss Spencer’s match got underway. She walked around the ring slowly, gazing at her opponent, the world-famous idol Aisha. What she was doing in this tournament was a mystery to Miss Spencer, but she still found it a thrill to be near to someone her students babbled so excitedly about between classes.
“You’re Miss Aisha, correct?” she asked the attractive black woman. Aisha looked nonplussed.
“Yeah, so?”
“Miss Welsh is quite the fan of yours. She’s one of my students, you know…”
What was this twit babbling about, Aisha wondered, frowning. Who the hell was Miss Welsh? Did she mean that skinny-assed redhead in the schoolgirl outfit? That girl had cost her a win by letting the clock run out. The match was declared a draw and Aisha would have to wait before she could face Dixie.
“Tch, you a teacher?” she asked, pointing to her busty blonde opponent.
Miss Spencer smiled. “Yes, I am.”
Aisha shook her head, still somewhat perplexed by her opponent’s outfit- a frilly white blouse, straining to contain her ample bosom, a short red skirt, black stockings, arm and knee guards, finishing off with shin-length wrestling boots that had spiked heels.
Crazy bitch even had her hair done up and was still wearing her glasses.
“Can I have your autograph?” the woman asked, blushing slightly.
Aisha shook her head. “Sorry, but teachers piss me off.”
Miss Spencer’s demeanor changed almost immediately. She stood still and cleared her throat delicately behind her hand. “Watch your mouth, missy.”
Aisha raised an eyebrow.
“I cannot allow you to be a bad role-model.” Miss Spencer warned, folding her arms.
“What’cha gonna do, break out the ruler?” Aisha taunted.
“I will take discipline into my own hands… en garde!” Miss Spencer replied forcefully.
The bell rang.
From her position in the crowd, Candy watched with interest. Next to her sat an attractive Japanese girl she had met at a mall in Shibuya. She had offered to bring her to see the fight and then back to her hotel room for nasty sex. The girl had agreed willingly. Like Candy she was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, adulterated to suit her personal expression. Her hair was an amazing shade of purple. Her blouse was tight and her breasts, while small, were perky and inviting.
Best of all, she was wearing no panties.
Candy snaked a hand under the short skirt and stroked her finger along the girl’s hairless mound. The girl smiled and spread her legs slightly, allowing Candy better access.
“Damn, I could come to like it here…”
Candy watched as Miss Spencer and Aisha eyed each other up. She found herself slightly conflicted as to what outcome she desired. Aisha was her idol, Candy wanted to be everything Aisha was… beautiful, glamourous, adored… rich…
Part of her hoped that she would hand Miss Spencer her ass.
But teach was still her teacher, and no matter how much she drove Candy crazy, she obviously still cared about her… in a crazy, psycho lesbian kinda way…
She’d just have to sit back and watch, see where her feelings took her. Besides, the wet pussy she had her finger in was feeling really good…
***
Miss Spencer watched Aisha move. She was tall and athletic, with long, clean limbs and quick reflexes. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, her hands held up in a traditional boxing position. Her pants were made of a stretchy white material that would do little to hinder her movement. Her top was a bikini top that sparkled with crystals, diamonds or something. Her long, dyed blonde hair flowed behind her.
On the whole, Miss Spencer found the woman very attractive. The sight of her made the teacher feel warm.
Aisha leapt in and struck, a jab with her fist at Miss Spencer’s head. Miss Spencer tilted her head to one side, letting the blow pass harmlessly. She circled around again, reading more information from her opponent’s body language.
“She’s very fit… she’s dancing for hours every day and must work out to keep those abs. Yes, look at the tendons in her ankles, she’s a workout fanatic. But what’s with the bouncing? She didn’t learn that on the streets she grew up on, supposedly. Training from her latest movie? Tae Bo? She certainly doesn’t move like a wrestler…”
So that’s where her advantage lay. Miss Spencer was an expert amateur wrestler, so good, in fact, that she had once been asked to join the Canadian Olympic team. She turned the offer down to go teach at St Marguerite’s. She was A-ranked in traditional wrestling, Greco-Roman and Pankration. She had seen the list of competitors in this tournament and seriously doubted more than two of them could match her technical skill.
So what could she expect here from this one?
A street fight. Very well. She was ready.
Another measuring jab from her opponent. Miss Spencer knocked it aside and grabbed the wrist, twisting it. Aisha yelped in sudden discomfort as Miss Spencer turned her backward, bending her back. She suddenly threw the pop-singer to the canvas, hard, on her back. The girl grunted in pain. Miss Spencer still had her by the wrist and rolled her onto her side. She knelt above Aisha and twisted harder, trying to make her submit.
She had been right about Aisha’s flexibility. In an almost blatant disregard for human physics, Aisha’s leg lashed up and backward, catching Miss Spencer in the side and knocking her over. Aisha scrambled up and was on top of her, grabbing her by the hair and pounding down at her face with her fist. Miss Spencer fended off the brutal assault as best she could, surprised by her foe’s merciless attack.
Aisha struck harder, determined to break through this crazy bitch’s defenses. She had to win if she was going to have a shot at taking on Dixie. She’d heard that the stupid red-headed kid had taken Dixie down that afternoon, meaning both Aisha and Dixie had one win and one loss.
And this crazy teacher lady had two wins under her belt. It didn’t make sense!
She pummeled harder. This girl was tougher than she looked. She came off all prissy, but she was hardcore.
“Oh, enough of this!” Miss Spencer said to herself, growing weary of Aisha’s attempted abuse of her face. She rolled backwards, using her knees to force Aisha off. She came to a crouch facing away from her foe and lashed out with her legs, grabbing a shocked Aisha around the neck. She rolled forward, yanking the girl down and onto her head, rolling Aisha out flat. With her bodyweight pinning Aisha’s shoulders, she reached over and grabbed the idol’s legs, pulling them back to cement her lock.
“I don’ think so!” shouted Aisha, who rammed her knees backward at Miss Spencer’s head. The teacher raised her hands defensively and caught the blow, but it still propelled her backwards and off her downed foe.
***
“Man, teach has gotta be more careful…” Candy mused, watching intently. “Aisha’s gonna eat her up and spit her out unless she plays the game.”
Her Japanese friend looked at her, her hand pausing as it worked around under Candy’s skirt. “Nani? Eigo-ga wakarimasen.”
Candy shook her head. “Never mind, not important. Just keep doing what you were doing, k?” Her own hand returned to the business of finger-fucking the girl’s increasingly slick pussy. The girl nodded and returned the favour. They sat silently, hands beneath each other’s skirts, enjoying the match.
***
Miss Spencer got to her feet, cursing her trust in human nature. She had just finished telling herself to be prepared for a street fight and nearly got plowed into next week seconds later.
She turned and saw Aisha in mid-air, descending towards her, fist ready to strike.
Miss Spencer caught the blow on her arms again but the force of the punch knocked her to the canvas. Aisha kicked at her, her heel digging at Miss Spencer’s side. Pain flashed up Miss Spencer’s spine, a searing agony that made her see red.
She grabbed Aisha’s leg and twisted violently, sending her sprawling. She was on her like a tiger, determined to give her some of her own medicine. She punched and slapped and mauled, going so far as to take Aisha by the hair and slamming the back of her head against the canvas.
They rolled back and forth, hissing and growling. What was supposed to be a wrestling match had become a street brawl and finally a catfight. Miss Spencer pulled Aisha up by the hair and then grabbed the girl beneath the arms as she was doubled over. She rammed her knees into Aisha’s ribcage twice before throwing her backwards over her head and slamming her down to the canvas again.
She hauled the stunned superstar to her feet again and as she stood there, swaying almost drunkenly, Miss Spencer slapped her, repeatedly. She staggered back a step with each blow, but finally one sent her flat to her back.
Miss Spencer straddled Aisha and grabbed her hair. She pummeled the girl mercilessly, causing Aisha to keen in pain and fright. The crowd roared at this unexpected turn of events. Aisha had been the favourite in this match, but given what had happened that morning between Dixie Clemets and Candy Cane, they were looking forward to sudden upsets.
Miss Spencer hauled Aisha to her feet. “Please rise!” she said harshly. The superstar stood unsteadily, her eyes swirling in her head. Miss Spencer backed up and waited, tapping her foot.
“Well? I’m waiting…” she said, giving Aisha a sporting chance.
Aisha shook her head and focused. She put a hand to her face and gasped in shock as it came back bloody.
“BITCH!!!” she howled, dashing at Miss Spencer, her heart set on murder. The burst of speed almost caught the teacher off-guard, so quick was the attack.
Miss Spencer made no attempt to dodge the assault but met it head on. Technique was forgotten as the women traded vicious blows, going toe-to-toe in a battle for supremacy. The normally subtle Miss Spencer cared only to dominate her foe as physically as possible.
Despite Aisha’s frenzy of rage, she was already hurt and Miss Spencer was cold and calculating in her brutality. Aisha’s blows were weakening and her foe was targeting vulnerable points. Her guard dropped and Miss Spencer unleashed a new flurry of blows. Her fists battered Aisha’s face, her kicks hammered her stomach and torso. Aisha was completely open when Miss Spencer lunged in and slammed her elbow into the superstar’s sternum. Aisha collapsed to her knees and then fell forward on her face.
The crowd roared wildly. Miss Spencer looked around at the arena slowly, her gaze almost menacing. Candy ducked reflexively behind the chair in front of her, even though she consciously knew that Miss Spencer’s chances of spying her were slim to none.
Miss Spencer looked down at Aisha, still prostrate on the canvas. She had proven her superiority, but this woman needed a serious lesson; perhaps a humiliating one.
The teacher pinned Aisha’s hands between her knees and crossed her ankles, locking them in place. As the stunned idol came to and began struggling, Miss Spencer sat casually on her famous behind, which was now poised in the air. The teacher crossed her legs and waited patiently as pain shot through her defeated foe’s body and the air was squeezed from her lungs.
“GODDAMMIT, I GIVE ALREADY!!!” screeched Aisha with her remaining breath. The bell sounded and Miss Spencer stood up slowly. She held a hand in the air, acknowledging the crowd’s wild cheers. With a foot she pushed Aisha onto her side, allowing the girl to collapse and spread out, gulping great lungfulls of air and letting her contracted muscles stretch. This had been the most spectacular victory so far in the tournament, no mistake.
***
“Whoa, not bad…” Candy said, watching the scene in the ring with no small amount of surprise. She had half-expected Miss Spencer to win, but to dominate Aisha so completely was unexpected.
Candy’s Japanese friend clapped enthusiastically. “Wai! Su-pen-sa-sensei no sugoi, ne?!”
Candy didn’t understand a word the girl said, but had a pretty good idea what she meant. She smiled and pointed to herself. “Yeah, and she’s my teacher, yanno.”
The girl’s eyes went wide. “Honto-ni?” she asked, almost incredulous.
“Yeah, yeah, honto. I’m in this tournament too, after all.” Candy pointed to the arena’s jumbotron, where a clip of her match from that morning against Dixie was playing. It was somewhat hard to tell it was her, given that she was all covered in mud, but her new friend caught on quickly enough. Her eyes went wide in shock.
“You? You… fight-u… Dik-u-sie… Ku-rement-su?”
“And I gave her the beatdown!” Candy said proudly, clapping her hand over her bicep.
“Sugoi…”
“Does that mean ‘I wanna fuck you’?” Candy asked. ‘cuz all this fightin’ and flyin’ tits has made me muy horny.”
To emphasize her point she took the girl by the hand and led her through the seats. The girl was still babbling excitedly in Japanese but made no demure. She’d stop talking soon enough…
***
Miss Spencer strode down the hallways away from the arena and toward her dressing room. Her body ached but it was nothing compared to the flush of exhilaration and sense of triumph that she felt. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to fee that primordial. If the sisters ever found out they would die of shock. The image made her smirk.
“You beat Aisha. And here I thought you were just a school teacher.”
The voice was lyrical and cool, spoken with a British accent. There was a hint of amusement in the undertone.
Miss Spencer turned and assessed the speaker. The woman was tall and willowy, with deeply tanned skin and striking amber eyes. She wore a tight pink bodysuit that ended in a very short skirt and a nurse’s cap. She would have been a very attractive Latina beauty if there had not been something chilling in her demeanor. Her eyes were piercing and calculating.
“I am just a teacher,” Miss Spencer said simply, stopping in front of the woman. “And who are you?”
“I am Anesthesia,” replied the woman, speaking from behind her delicate gloved hand. “How about joining forces? We would make a great team…”
Miss Spencer shook her head slowly. “I am just here to find my wayward student. Have you seen her? She has red hair in pigtails, big bright eyes, and is quite an attractive young lady.”
“No, can’t as I have,” Anesthesia replied, shaking her head. “But, if she is as attractive as you say, I wouldn’t mind meeting her…”
There was something in the woman’s laugh that worried Miss Spencer. Something in the eyes that seemed inhuman.
“I do not like the cut of that woman’s jib. I had best find Miss Welsh immediately…”
***
Candy lay on her back in the dark room, her arms behind her head, looking at the ceiling. Her leg was slung across her new friend’s as they lay together on the bed, silent. The Japanese girl shifted and sighed before turning in to face Candy. She smiled and snuggled her naked body against the redhead’s. She traced a delicate fingernail across Candy’s breast, making a circle around the nipple.
“Y’want more, huh? Me too, you were good…” Candy said softly. She gathered the girl in her arms and they kissed deeply, their legs curling over one another. Their tongues tangled playfully as they caressed and felt one another’s skin. Candy felt her nipples kiss the Japanese girl’s, causing her lover’s back to arch, pressing against her. They snuggled closer, desire welling up, taking control. Candy felt the chrome balls the girl had given her- ‘ben-wa balls’ or something- clinking inside her as her pussy muscles tightened. She loved how they felt, how they kept her stimulated even when she wasn’t doing anything sexual. She faintly heard the chime of the ones the girl was using as well. It turned her on, making her even wetter.
Yukina, at least Candy was pretty certain that was her name, was quite a perv as it turned out. She had found the girl in a video arcade at a Shibuya mall. She was a senior at her all-girl high school and was flirting with other girls when Candy spied her. The tall Caucasian girl sauntered over and began putting the moves on Yukina. Even though they couldn’t understand each other, their mutual attraction and desires quickly became clear. Candy slid a hand subtly inside the girl’s skirt and whispered in her ear, telling her what she wanted to do with her. Yukina had smiled evilly and indicated that she was interested in doing it in a public place.
This suited Candy just fine, since she was also interested in seeing Miss Spencer’s match. They had gone to the arena, where Yukina was impressed that Candy had a backstage pass. The redhead had pulled the Japanese girl into a cleaning closet where they had proceeded to make out, stripping each other down and pressing themselves together and they explored each other’s bodies.
Candy had never made it with an Asian chick before and found it a real turn-on. They kissed hungrily, the sharp odor of the cleaning chemicals and the prospect of getting caught making what they were doing all the more thrilling and naughty. Their hands worked feverishly inside each other’s pussy, probing and stroking, gently massaging clits. They both shuddered and moaned into each other’s mouth as they came together.
The orgasm finished, the dressed each other and found their seats in the arena, knowing full-well that they’d be teasing and playing with each other as the match went on.
With Miss Spencer’s triumph, they left the building and ran into the cool night air, holding hands and laughing. They rounded a corner into an alley and began kissing again when Yukina suddenly broke their liplock and pulled Candy into the street, tugging on her hand. Intrigued, Candy allowed the girl to lead her along. She brought Candy to a dingy storefront and pulled her inside. The store was dim and trashy, obviously not an establishment of great repute. But Candy smiled evilly as she saw the merchandise. It was a fetish and sex shop, one Yukina was apparently familiar with. They held hands as they perused the wares, eventually purchasing the ben-wa balls and a long, fluorescent double-ended dildo. Yukina was nice enough to pay, since Candy had gotten her a free pass to the Rumble Rose tournament. Candy then walked Yukina back to her hotel, very much looking forward to what would happen.
She thrust and ground now, listening to the frantic moans and squeaks of the girl beneath her. She was more than a little surprised to find that Japanese girls sounded just like they did in the hentai anime she and her fellow students would watch after lights out. The high-pitched, gasping moans that half-sounded like protests, she heard Yukina making those sounds now.
Ie! Ie! Ie…” squeaked the girl in her high voice. Despite her seeming protests, she ground her pussy hard against Candy’s, writhing and squirming for all she was worth. Her arms were wrapped around Candy’s behind, her fingers clenching as she pulled down on the soft cheeks, desperate to feel more.
Candy had to admit, this was pretty fuckin’ phenomenal. Here she was, in Tokyo, competing in an outrageous, all-girl tournament and having crazy-nasty sex with this mallrat she’d picked up just hours ago.
Bitchin’…
She thrust hard, feeling her insides melting as the luxurious heat of orgasm began to build. She heard Yukina gasping, her body tensing up as she prepared to come. Candy kissed the girl savagely, pressing into her with all her strength…
They bit each other’s shoulders as they cried out, crushing themselves together as the orgasm washed over them. Bodies strained in frenzied passion as they give vent to their deepest urges. They pussy-fucked each other madly, reveling in the sensation of each other’s cum against their mingling netherlips.
Candy collapsed on top of Yukina, panting heavily. The Japanese girl lay like a dead thing beneath her, her sweat-drenched body barely moving. Candy felt her heart pounding as she lay silently, the wonderful, liquid pleasure of sexual bliss flowing through her.
“Jesus, teach… if only that had been you… or if you had been here for this…how cool would that have been?”
***
Miss Spencer lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling of the dark bedroom. Her entire body ached from today’s hard-fought battle. And yet her triumph was not foremost in her mind. Miss Welsh was somewhere nearby and had to be found, especially now that this Anesthesia woman was after her.
The very thought wearied Miss Spencer and she tried to force it from her mind. She tried thinking of boring things to send her to sleep, but not even the most tedious trigonomic formula could do the trick. She thought of Miss Welsh and even attempted to finger herself in an effort to feel something other than pain but her body rebelled.
She lay silently and stared at the ceiling. It promised to be a long night…
***
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated with the game “Rumble Roses”. This is basically a vehicle for lesbian sex between my two favourite characters (and a few others). Please enjoy it on that level and nothing more.
The sex is graphic, but I need plot and character development in my stories, so just beware. Also, I can spell, unlike many smut/Hentai authors out there. If you notice any typos, please tell me. Then prevent me from committing seppuku in the corner…
Chapter 3
“Jesus, I can’t believe I have to do another one of these…” Candy said to herself as she shifted through the mud. She eyed her opponent warily, the legendary cowgirl wrestler, Dixie Clemets. The blonde was certainly imposing- close to six feet tall, shoulder-length blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a figure that wouldn’t quit. Her tits were almost as big as Miss Spencer’s. Her body was curvy but powerful, every muscle like a coiled spring.
“Ho-kay, she’s gonna be a lot stronger than you and probably as fast. Fight dirty since she’s the better wrestler…”
Candy decided to try some psychology. “So you’re the legendary cowgirl, hm? You don’t look like much.”
Dixie just kept circling slowly. “Aren’t you a li’l young fer this sorta thing, sugar?”
“You’re gonna find out soon enough. I’ve got one question for you though…”
“Oh? An’ what’s that?”
“Where’d ya get such a nice rack?” Candy asked, indicating her foe’s bosom, barely contained inside the blue bikini top she wore.
Dixie flushed crimson. “Never you mind!” she shot back angrily. “Bring it on!”
“Hey, I was just asking!” Candy said, trying to sound defensive but secretly pleased that she’d touched a nerve. Maybe her foe would make mistake if her famous Texas temper got the better of her.
The bell rang.
“One way to find out if pissing her off worked…” Candy said, lunging in quickly to attack.
Dixie wasn’t. She spun deftly around Candy, took her by the back of the neck and threw her bodily to the other side of the mud pit, where she landed with a splash.
“Ouch…” Candy muttered as she sat up, holding the back of her head. “Right, pissing her off, bad. Gotta find something else…”
***
Miss Spencer winced as she watched from the rearmost seats. She had seen Dixie flush in embarrassment and realized what Miss Welsh was up to, but the tactic seemed to have backfired. Could her poor student possibly overcome this challenge? Did Miss Spencer want her to? If she lost, she would be out of the tournament and could be brought back to school…
But Miss Spencer also realized that her student would not surrender, that Dixie would come close to killing her before she gave in. Did she really want to see Miss Welsh crushed and in that kind of pain?
“If she loses here in this tournament she considers so important, it might devastate her psyche! Oh, what to do…”
She quashed her initial reaction, which was to race down and jump in Dixie’s way, to defend her precious student. She had her own match this afternoon with Miss Aisha to think about, in case Candy won and continued forward.
She gripped her hands together tight and sat silently, biting her lip…
***
“Last chance to back out, hon…” Dixie said, moving forward slowly and casually. She obviously wasn’t concerned and didn’t feel like beating up on a young girl during her quest for glory.
“In your dreams, Podunk!” spat Candy, rising to her feet. Her new bikini was even smaller than yesterday’s; first, to spite Miss Spencer, wherever she was, and second, it was all she could afford. There were only so many times she could attack the buffet set up back at the arena before they’d cut her off.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, then.” Dixie sighed, moving in to grab hold of Candy. The girl moved suddenly, flipping mud up into Dixie’s eyes, blinding her. As the cowgirl stood up in shock, her hands clasped to her eyes, Candy tackled her legs, buckling them and sending her backward into the mud. She took a death grip on Dixie’s leg as she turned her over and pulled on the joint.
“C’mon, dammit! This has gotta hurt! Just submit already!”
Dixie was in no mood to surrender, though. She flung Candy off, throwing the girl away. Candy spun to her feet as Dixie rose and turned to glare at her.
“Why, yew li’l…”
“Come and get it, Clarabelle!” taunted Candy.
Dixie surged forward her arms wide to get a bearhug on the girl. Candy ducked and spun away, shoving Dixie from behind. As the cowgirl stumbled Candy tackled her, hoping to press her face-first down into the mud and hold her there until she gave up.
Dixie pushed herself up and rolled over. Candy leaned backwards as Dixie’s fist swung up, missing her jaw by an inch. Dixie used her moment of imbalance to roll sideways and push Candy off, regaining her feet.
“Now yew’ve done it!” she hissed, her eyes blazing. “Y’just had t’ git all cute an’ play dirty, huh? Well ah can do that too!”
She lunged in, faster than a snake and grabbed hold of Candy’s waist. Before the girl knew what was happening, Dixie had swept her up and was holding Candy over her shoulders. Candy’s legs kicked feebly Dixie displayed her to the crowd.
“Give ‘em all a good look at ya b’fore ah drive yer skull out yer ass!”
“Shit, this is gonna hurt…” Candy thought, her mind whirling as she tried to think of what to do.
Dixie fell backwards, intent on dropping Candy on her head, now that she’d displayed the girl’s crotch to the crowd.
Candy rolled backward, hard, trying to land on her feet. She broke Dixie’s grip and was not thrown on her head but rather belly-flopped in the mud with a loud, soggy smack. Stinging pain raced all the way from her face to her toes.
“Ignore it! She’s getting up!”
Candy rolled to her feet and shook her head, clearing the mud away from her eyes. Her head was still spinning but she heard the splashing footsteps of her opponent rushing her.
She ducked and lashed out with her feet, tripping Dixie. The cowgirl crashed face-first into the mud and Candy was on her. She pinned her head down and pummeled the back of her neck. Dixie was still too strong and pushed up again, throwing her off. They rolled and grappled savagely as they tussled in the mud, vying for advantage. Dixie’s superior strength was less advantageous than she hoped since she could not keep a firm grip on her opponent.
Candy fought wildly, searching for some tactical edge, anything, that would allow her to beat this foe. She sprung away and stood up, needing a breather to gather herself and begin thinking clearly.
Dixie eyed her, her fists in front of herself. “Yer goin’ down, girl. Ain’t nobody makes a fool of me!” she said in deadly earnest.
“Do what she doesn’t expect… let her come in…”
Dixie advanced and Candy waited patiently, her eyes never leaving the cowgirl’s. Dixie reached out to grab for her and Candy dropped to one knee and punched her opponent in the ribs.
Not, however, before Dixie’s knee, previously meant for Candy’s stomach, impacted her jaw.
Everything exploded in white light. Candy couldn’t feel her body, couldn’t feel pain, couldn’t feel anything. She was totally dazed by what had just happened. She had to be lying down; nothing would keep her vertical after that blow. But was she on her back or her front? And what could she possibly do about it?
Dixie was slightly bent over, wincing as she held her side. She glared at the girl, now lying on her back in the mud, stunned by the massive impact.
“Owww… good one, kid,” she said, her breathing laboured. “That hurt. But it’s yer own fault fer messin’ with me. Ah warned ya…”
She stumbled over to where Candy lay and rolled the girl up, intent on the pin.
***
“No!” Miss Spencer cried out suddenly, standing up in fear. “Miss Welsh! Get up! You must get up! MISS WELSH!!!”
***
“MISS WELSH!!!”
“Teach?”
Reality came swimming back. She felt herself being rolled up, Dixie three seconds away from declaring victory.
“Oh, HELL no…”
Candy resorted to the only dirty trick she could think of on such short notice and grabbed Dixie’s bikini. She tore as hard as she could, both the top and the bottom. The material gave way and Dixie shrieked in horror as she was stripped naked instantly. She rolled away from Candy, covering herself, her eyes wide with shock.
Candy, still not totally certain of where she was, bowled her over began hammering on Dixie’s head, slamming her fist down repeatedly to sap the fight out of the girl. She didn’t care how strong Dixie was, she didn’t care how good a wrestler she was. This was a street fight now and there was nobody better than her.
The crowd was going wild, first treated to a sight of Dixie Clemet’s goodies and now the underdog was taking it to her. Miss Spencer’s heart was pounding and leaping in her chest. She cheered and cried out with delight, clapping madly.
The cheers turned to gasps of sudden shock, however, when Dixie’s fist rocketed into Candy’s jaw, sending the smaller girl flying. She splashed onto her back in the mud, her eyes rolling in her head. Dixie stood up slowly, towering over the girl, glaring death at her. Her breasts stood up in fury, glistening with mud.
“Yew wanted a peek, huh? Y’wanted t’see mah rack? Well take a good look, girl, ‘cuz it’s th’ last thing yer ever gonna see…”
“Damn…” Candy thought. “Now she’s seriously gonna kick my ass. And I didn’t even get a good look at her tits…what am I gonna do now?”
Dixie moved forward slowly, wary of another ruse but intent on destroying her foe. Candy Cane certainly looked stunned, and that punch would’ve taken the head off a bronco. She had to be finished.
She picked up the smaller girl and hefted her into the air.
“Consider this an honour, girl, ah don’t use this on just anybody… DIXIE BUSTER!!!”
But she had taken too long to reach Candy. In that time she had recovered her wits and was waiting. As she felt Dixie drop her for the final blow, she bent over from a fulcrum in her middle and swung under the cowgirl’s legs. She yanked Dixie’s arms under with her and grabbed hold of the girl’s waist. She heaved with all her strength, hoisting Dixie onto her thighs upside down. Dixie struggled wildly but could not get free. Panting with the exertion, Candy took hold of Dixie’s thighs and spread her legs, displaying the cowgirl’s glistening womanhood to the crowd. The shrieks, hoots of delight and catcalls intensified as Candy let them have a grand view.
Then she dropped. She dropped Dixie on her head. She felt the cowgirl shudder as consciousness left her. With her remaining strength she scrambled around to pin her, pulling her leg high into the air.
“Gotta get this done before She-Hulk wakes up again…”
There was a count of three and the bell sounded! Candy leapt into the air in victory, only to fall almost flat on her back in exhaustion. She rose unsteadily, her head still swimming from the punishment it had taken.
She gazed through blurry eyes over at the large scoreboard and looked at how long it had taken her to eke out a win against the #1 contender…
Less than two minutes.
That had to be a record.
She looked down at her vanquished foe wearily. Dixie lay on her back, her face barely peeking above the mud. Her huge breasts poked out invitingly.
“Oh, what the hell…” Candy thought to herself. She knelt down and stroked her hand over the smooth, slippery skin of Dixie’s knockers. Her other hand glided down and gently cupped the cowgirl’s pussy.
“Wow… nice…”
She found the remains of Dixie’s bikini and thrust them into the air in triumph, to the roaring approval of the fans.
“Too bad you’re not watchin’, teach. This’d prove that me losing yesterday was just a fluke. If I can take Dixie Clemets down I can take down anybody… even you…”
She sighed and strutted out of the mud pit, basking in the glow of her unexpected victory. She wondered how she would spend the next day or so, since she wasn’t scheduled to fight until Friday.
It was just as well, she need the time to recuperate. Dixie had really worked her over and she was gonna be hurtin’ for the foreseeable future.
“Miss Spencer has a match against Miss Aisha this afternoon. You could go watch that… or you could cruise Tokyo and find yourself some li’l Japanese hottie to fuck around with… decisions, decisions…”
***
It was early evening as Miss Spencer’s match got underway. She walked around the ring slowly, gazing at her opponent, the world-famous idol Aisha. What she was doing in this tournament was a mystery to Miss Spencer, but she still found it a thrill to be near to someone her students babbled so excitedly about between classes.
“You’re Miss Aisha, correct?” she asked the attractive black woman. Aisha looked nonplussed.
“Yeah, so?”
“Miss Welsh is quite the fan of yours. She’s one of my students, you know…”
What was this twit babbling about, Aisha wondered, frowning. Who the hell was Miss Welsh? Did she mean that skinny-assed redhead in the schoolgirl outfit? That girl had cost her a win by letting the clock run out. The match was declared a draw and Aisha would have to wait before she could face Dixie.
“Tch, you a teacher?” she asked, pointing to her busty blonde opponent.
Miss Spencer smiled. “Yes, I am.”
Aisha shook her head, still somewhat perplexed by her opponent’s outfit- a frilly white blouse, straining to contain her ample bosom, a short red skirt, black stockings, arm and knee guards, finishing off with shin-length wrestling boots that had spiked heels.
Crazy bitch even had her hair done up and was still wearing her glasses.
“Can I have your autograph?” the woman asked, blushing slightly.
Aisha shook her head. “Sorry, but teachers piss me off.”
Miss Spencer’s demeanor changed almost immediately. She stood still and cleared her throat delicately behind her hand. “Watch your mouth, missy.”
Aisha raised an eyebrow.
“I cannot allow you to be a bad role-model.” Miss Spencer warned, folding her arms.
“What’cha gonna do, break out the ruler?” Aisha taunted.
“I will take discipline into my own hands… en garde!” Miss Spencer replied forcefully.
The bell rang.
From her position in the crowd, Candy watched with interest. Next to her sat an attractive Japanese girl she had met at a mall in Shibuya. She had offered to bring her to see the fight and then back to her hotel room for nasty sex. The girl had agreed willingly. Like Candy she was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, adulterated to suit her personal expression. Her hair was an amazing shade of purple. Her blouse was tight and her breasts, while small, were perky and inviting.
Best of all, she was wearing no panties.
Candy snaked a hand under the short skirt and stroked her finger along the girl’s hairless mound. The girl smiled and spread her legs slightly, allowing Candy better access.
“Damn, I could come to like it here…”
Candy watched as Miss Spencer and Aisha eyed each other up. She found herself slightly conflicted as to what outcome she desired. Aisha was her idol, Candy wanted to be everything Aisha was… beautiful, glamourous, adored… rich…
Part of her hoped that she would hand Miss Spencer her ass.
But teach was still her teacher, and no matter how much she drove Candy crazy, she obviously still cared about her… in a crazy, psycho lesbian kinda way…
She’d just have to sit back and watch, see where her feelings took her. Besides, the wet pussy she had her finger in was feeling really good…
***
Miss Spencer watched Aisha move. She was tall and athletic, with long, clean limbs and quick reflexes. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, her hands held up in a traditional boxing position. Her pants were made of a stretchy white material that would do little to hinder her movement. Her top was a bikini top that sparkled with crystals, diamonds or something. Her long, dyed blonde hair flowed behind her.
On the whole, Miss Spencer found the woman very attractive. The sight of her made the teacher feel warm.
Aisha leapt in and struck, a jab with her fist at Miss Spencer’s head. Miss Spencer tilted her head to one side, letting the blow pass harmlessly. She circled around again, reading more information from her opponent’s body language.
“She’s very fit… she’s dancing for hours every day and must work out to keep those abs. Yes, look at the tendons in her ankles, she’s a workout fanatic. But what’s with the bouncing? She didn’t learn that on the streets she grew up on, supposedly. Training from her latest movie? Tae Bo? She certainly doesn’t move like a wrestler…”
So that’s where her advantage lay. Miss Spencer was an expert amateur wrestler, so good, in fact, that she had once been asked to join the Canadian Olympic team. She turned the offer down to go teach at St Marguerite’s. She was A-ranked in traditional wrestling, Greco-Roman and Pankration. She had seen the list of competitors in this tournament and seriously doubted more than two of them could match her technical skill.
So what could she expect here from this one?
A street fight. Very well. She was ready.
Another measuring jab from her opponent. Miss Spencer knocked it aside and grabbed the wrist, twisting it. Aisha yelped in sudden discomfort as Miss Spencer turned her backward, bending her back. She suddenly threw the pop-singer to the canvas, hard, on her back. The girl grunted in pain. Miss Spencer still had her by the wrist and rolled her onto her side. She knelt above Aisha and twisted harder, trying to make her submit.
She had been right about Aisha’s flexibility. In an almost blatant disregard for human physics, Aisha’s leg lashed up and backward, catching Miss Spencer in the side and knocking her over. Aisha scrambled up and was on top of her, grabbing her by the hair and pounding down at her face with her fist. Miss Spencer fended off the brutal assault as best she could, surprised by her foe’s merciless attack.
Aisha struck harder, determined to break through this crazy bitch’s defenses. She had to win if she was going to have a shot at taking on Dixie. She’d heard that the stupid red-headed kid had taken Dixie down that afternoon, meaning both Aisha and Dixie had one win and one loss.
And this crazy teacher lady had two wins under her belt. It didn’t make sense!
She pummeled harder. This girl was tougher than she looked. She came off all prissy, but she was hardcore.
“Oh, enough of this!” Miss Spencer said to herself, growing weary of Aisha’s attempted abuse of her face. She rolled backwards, using her knees to force Aisha off. She came to a crouch facing away from her foe and lashed out with her legs, grabbing a shocked Aisha around the neck. She rolled forward, yanking the girl down and onto her head, rolling Aisha out flat. With her bodyweight pinning Aisha’s shoulders, she reached over and grabbed the idol’s legs, pulling them back to cement her lock.
“I don’ think so!” shouted Aisha, who rammed her knees backward at Miss Spencer’s head. The teacher raised her hands defensively and caught the blow, but it still propelled her backwards and off her downed foe.
***
“Man, teach has gotta be more careful…” Candy mused, watching intently. “Aisha’s gonna eat her up and spit her out unless she plays the game.”
Her Japanese friend looked at her, her hand pausing as it worked around under Candy’s skirt. “Nani? Eigo-ga wakarimasen.”
Candy shook her head. “Never mind, not important. Just keep doing what you were doing, k?” Her own hand returned to the business of finger-fucking the girl’s increasingly slick pussy. The girl nodded and returned the favour. They sat silently, hands beneath each other’s skirts, enjoying the match.
***
Miss Spencer got to her feet, cursing her trust in human nature. She had just finished telling herself to be prepared for a street fight and nearly got plowed into next week seconds later.
She turned and saw Aisha in mid-air, descending towards her, fist ready to strike.
Miss Spencer caught the blow on her arms again but the force of the punch knocked her to the canvas. Aisha kicked at her, her heel digging at Miss Spencer’s side. Pain flashed up Miss Spencer’s spine, a searing agony that made her see red.
She grabbed Aisha’s leg and twisted violently, sending her sprawling. She was on her like a tiger, determined to give her some of her own medicine. She punched and slapped and mauled, going so far as to take Aisha by the hair and slamming the back of her head against the canvas.
They rolled back and forth, hissing and growling. What was supposed to be a wrestling match had become a street brawl and finally a catfight. Miss Spencer pulled Aisha up by the hair and then grabbed the girl beneath the arms as she was doubled over. She rammed her knees into Aisha’s ribcage twice before throwing her backwards over her head and slamming her down to the canvas again.
She hauled the stunned superstar to her feet again and as she stood there, swaying almost drunkenly, Miss Spencer slapped her, repeatedly. She staggered back a step with each blow, but finally one sent her flat to her back.
Miss Spencer straddled Aisha and grabbed her hair. She pummeled the girl mercilessly, causing Aisha to keen in pain and fright. The crowd roared at this unexpected turn of events. Aisha had been the favourite in this match, but given what had happened that morning between Dixie Clemets and Candy Cane, they were looking forward to sudden upsets.
Miss Spencer hauled Aisha to her feet. “Please rise!” she said harshly. The superstar stood unsteadily, her eyes swirling in her head. Miss Spencer backed up and waited, tapping her foot.
“Well? I’m waiting…” she said, giving Aisha a sporting chance.
Aisha shook her head and focused. She put a hand to her face and gasped in shock as it came back bloody.
“BITCH!!!” she howled, dashing at Miss Spencer, her heart set on murder. The burst of speed almost caught the teacher off-guard, so quick was the attack.
Miss Spencer made no attempt to dodge the assault but met it head on. Technique was forgotten as the women traded vicious blows, going toe-to-toe in a battle for supremacy. The normally subtle Miss Spencer cared only to dominate her foe as physically as possible.
Despite Aisha’s frenzy of rage, she was already hurt and Miss Spencer was cold and calculating in her brutality. Aisha’s blows were weakening and her foe was targeting vulnerable points. Her guard dropped and Miss Spencer unleashed a new flurry of blows. Her fists battered Aisha’s face, her kicks hammered her stomach and torso. Aisha was completely open when Miss Spencer lunged in and slammed her elbow into the superstar’s sternum. Aisha collapsed to her knees and then fell forward on her face.
The crowd roared wildly. Miss Spencer looked around at the arena slowly, her gaze almost menacing. Candy ducked reflexively behind the chair in front of her, even though she consciously knew that Miss Spencer’s chances of spying her were slim to none.
Miss Spencer looked down at Aisha, still prostrate on the canvas. She had proven her superiority, but this woman needed a serious lesson; perhaps a humiliating one.
The teacher pinned Aisha’s hands between her knees and crossed her ankles, locking them in place. As the stunned idol came to and began struggling, Miss Spencer sat casually on her famous behind, which was now poised in the air. The teacher crossed her legs and waited patiently as pain shot through her defeated foe’s body and the air was squeezed from her lungs.
“GODDAMMIT, I GIVE ALREADY!!!” screeched Aisha with her remaining breath. The bell sounded and Miss Spencer stood up slowly. She held a hand in the air, acknowledging the crowd’s wild cheers. With a foot she pushed Aisha onto her side, allowing the girl to collapse and spread out, gulping great lungfulls of air and letting her contracted muscles stretch. This had been the most spectacular victory so far in the tournament, no mistake.
***
“Whoa, not bad…” Candy said, watching the scene in the ring with no small amount of surprise. She had half-expected Miss Spencer to win, but to dominate Aisha so completely was unexpected.
Candy’s Japanese friend clapped enthusiastically. “Wai! Su-pen-sa-sensei no sugoi, ne?!”
Candy didn’t understand a word the girl said, but had a pretty good idea what she meant. She smiled and pointed to herself. “Yeah, and she’s my teacher, yanno.”
The girl’s eyes went wide. “Honto-ni?” she asked, almost incredulous.
“Yeah, yeah, honto. I’m in this tournament too, after all.” Candy pointed to the arena’s jumbotron, where a clip of her match from that morning against Dixie was playing. It was somewhat hard to tell it was her, given that she was all covered in mud, but her new friend caught on quickly enough. Her eyes went wide in shock.
“You? You… fight-u… Dik-u-sie… Ku-rement-su?”
“And I gave her the beatdown!” Candy said proudly, clapping her hand over her bicep.
“Sugoi…”
“Does that mean ‘I wanna fuck you’?” Candy asked. ‘cuz all this fightin’ and flyin’ tits has made me muy horny.”
To emphasize her point she took the girl by the hand and led her through the seats. The girl was still babbling excitedly in Japanese but made no demure. She’d stop talking soon enough…
***
Miss Spencer strode down the hallways away from the arena and toward her dressing room. Her body ached but it was nothing compared to the flush of exhilaration and sense of triumph that she felt. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to fee that primordial. If the sisters ever found out they would die of shock. The image made her smirk.
“You beat Aisha. And here I thought you were just a school teacher.”
The voice was lyrical and cool, spoken with a British accent. There was a hint of amusement in the undertone.
Miss Spencer turned and assessed the speaker. The woman was tall and willowy, with deeply tanned skin and striking amber eyes. She wore a tight pink bodysuit that ended in a very short skirt and a nurse’s cap. She would have been a very attractive Latina beauty if there had not been something chilling in her demeanor. Her eyes were piercing and calculating.
“I am just a teacher,” Miss Spencer said simply, stopping in front of the woman. “And who are you?”
“I am Anesthesia,” replied the woman, speaking from behind her delicate gloved hand. “How about joining forces? We would make a great team…”
Miss Spencer shook her head slowly. “I am just here to find my wayward student. Have you seen her? She has red hair in pigtails, big bright eyes, and is quite an attractive young lady.”
“No, can’t as I have,” Anesthesia replied, shaking her head. “But, if she is as attractive as you say, I wouldn’t mind meeting her…”
There was something in the woman’s laugh that worried Miss Spencer. Something in the eyes that seemed inhuman.
“I do not like the cut of that woman’s jib. I had best find Miss Welsh immediately…”
***
Candy lay on her back in the dark room, her arms behind her head, looking at the ceiling. Her leg was slung across her new friend’s as they lay together on the bed, silent. The Japanese girl shifted and sighed before turning in to face Candy. She smiled and snuggled her naked body against the redhead’s. She traced a delicate fingernail across Candy’s breast, making a circle around the nipple.
“Y’want more, huh? Me too, you were good…” Candy said softly. She gathered the girl in her arms and they kissed deeply, their legs curling over one another. Their tongues tangled playfully as they caressed and felt one another’s skin. Candy felt her nipples kiss the Japanese girl’s, causing her lover’s back to arch, pressing against her. They snuggled closer, desire welling up, taking control. Candy felt the chrome balls the girl had given her- ‘ben-wa balls’ or something- clinking inside her as her pussy muscles tightened. She loved how they felt, how they kept her stimulated even when she wasn’t doing anything sexual. She faintly heard the chime of the ones the girl was using as well. It turned her on, making her even wetter.
Yukina, at least Candy was pretty certain that was her name, was quite a perv as it turned out. She had found the girl in a video arcade at a Shibuya mall. She was a senior at her all-girl high school and was flirting with other girls when Candy spied her. The tall Caucasian girl sauntered over and began putting the moves on Yukina. Even though they couldn’t understand each other, their mutual attraction and desires quickly became clear. Candy slid a hand subtly inside the girl’s skirt and whispered in her ear, telling her what she wanted to do with her. Yukina had smiled evilly and indicated that she was interested in doing it in a public place.
This suited Candy just fine, since she was also interested in seeing Miss Spencer’s match. They had gone to the arena, where Yukina was impressed that Candy had a backstage pass. The redhead had pulled the Japanese girl into a cleaning closet where they had proceeded to make out, stripping each other down and pressing themselves together and they explored each other’s bodies.
Candy had never made it with an Asian chick before and found it a real turn-on. They kissed hungrily, the sharp odor of the cleaning chemicals and the prospect of getting caught making what they were doing all the more thrilling and naughty. Their hands worked feverishly inside each other’s pussy, probing and stroking, gently massaging clits. They both shuddered and moaned into each other’s mouth as they came together.
The orgasm finished, the dressed each other and found their seats in the arena, knowing full-well that they’d be teasing and playing with each other as the match went on.
With Miss Spencer’s triumph, they left the building and ran into the cool night air, holding hands and laughing. They rounded a corner into an alley and began kissing again when Yukina suddenly broke their liplock and pulled Candy into the street, tugging on her hand. Intrigued, Candy allowed the girl to lead her along. She brought Candy to a dingy storefront and pulled her inside. The store was dim and trashy, obviously not an establishment of great repute. But Candy smiled evilly as she saw the merchandise. It was a fetish and sex shop, one Yukina was apparently familiar with. They held hands as they perused the wares, eventually purchasing the ben-wa balls and a long, fluorescent double-ended dildo. Yukina was nice enough to pay, since Candy had gotten her a free pass to the Rumble Rose tournament. Candy then walked Yukina back to her hotel, very much looking forward to what would happen.
She thrust and ground now, listening to the frantic moans and squeaks of the girl beneath her. She was more than a little surprised to find that Japanese girls sounded just like they did in the hentai anime she and her fellow students would watch after lights out. The high-pitched, gasping moans that half-sounded like protests, she heard Yukina making those sounds now.
Ie! Ie! Ie…” squeaked the girl in her high voice. Despite her seeming protests, she ground her pussy hard against Candy’s, writhing and squirming for all she was worth. Her arms were wrapped around Candy’s behind, her fingers clenching as she pulled down on the soft cheeks, desperate to feel more.
Candy had to admit, this was pretty fuckin’ phenomenal. Here she was, in Tokyo, competing in an outrageous, all-girl tournament and having crazy-nasty sex with this mallrat she’d picked up just hours ago.
Bitchin’…
She thrust hard, feeling her insides melting as the luxurious heat of orgasm began to build. She heard Yukina gasping, her body tensing up as she prepared to come. Candy kissed the girl savagely, pressing into her with all her strength…
They bit each other’s shoulders as they cried out, crushing themselves together as the orgasm washed over them. Bodies strained in frenzied passion as they give vent to their deepest urges. They pussy-fucked each other madly, reveling in the sensation of each other’s cum against their mingling netherlips.
Candy collapsed on top of Yukina, panting heavily. The Japanese girl lay like a dead thing beneath her, her sweat-drenched body barely moving. Candy felt her heart pounding as she lay silently, the wonderful, liquid pleasure of sexual bliss flowing through her.
“Jesus, teach… if only that had been you… or if you had been here for this…how cool would that have been?”
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Miss Spencer lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling of the dark bedroom. Her entire body ached from today’s hard-fought battle. And yet her triumph was not foremost in her mind. Miss Welsh was somewhere nearby and had to be found, especially now that this Anesthesia woman was after her.
The very thought wearied Miss Spencer and she tried to force it from her mind. She tried thinking of boring things to send her to sleep, but not even the most tedious trigonomic formula could do the trick. She thought of Miss Welsh and even attempted to finger herself in an effort to feel something other than pain but her body rebelled.
She lay silently and stared at the ceiling. It promised to be a long night…
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