Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane

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…

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Chapter 7- For Our Loved Ones



Miss Spencer slipped on her elbow guards, tightening the straps and clenching her fist, making sure the fit felt right. She tightened the laces of her boots and adjusted her knee pads. Her preparations finished, she looked in the mirror, assessing herself. She leaned against the dresser, closed her eyes and sighed.

Last night had been so difficult. To be in the shower with Miss Welsh was…

The girl was hurting so bad, opening her heart up to her teacher. As a sign of her vulnerability, she had stepped into Miss Spencer’s shower, naked, and thanked her. Miss Welsh, the toughest girl at St Marguerite’s, the infamous Candy Cane, lead vocal and guitarist for the all-girl punk band “The Killer Bambies”.

“That must have taken such effort on her part…”

And then as she turned to leave, Miss Spencer had reached out and hugged her. Miss Welsh had not resisted but accepted it, remaining silent while their emotions flooded over.

“She said she was in love with me…”

They had retired to their separate beds after that, the moment having passed. Miss Welsh had obviously been overwrought and her feelings ran a little wild. Given what a firebrand the girl was, perhaps it was inevitable.

This morning Miss Spencer was getting ready for her match. She was to fight a masked wrestler named “Evil Rose” or some such thing. It seemed silly, but she had made a commitment to her precious student to win the tournament and use the prize money to save the orphanage Miss Welsh had been raised in. And a promise was a promise.

Miss Welsh had yet to stir from her bed in the secondary bedroom as far as Miss Spencer knew. She had seen neither hide nor hair of the girl. She smiled as she thought of how difficult it had often been to roust the girl from her room at school. Miss Spencer had gone to get her once herself, weary of the redheaded girl’s willful disobedience. She had opened the door without knocking and stopped dead. In the messy, dimly-lit room she saw the beds pushed together, Miss Welsh asleep atop the covers, naked and sprawled across her roommate. They were both disheveled and sweaty, obviously having spent the entire night having sex. Miss Spencer’s heart pounded in her chest as she noticed that the girls still had a large, double-headed dildo between them, stuffed deep into their pussies.

She closed the door and headed back to class, trying her best not to look disconcerted. She entered her classroom and sat down, adjusting her papers.

“Miss Spencer, did you find Candy, I mean, Miss Welsh?” asked a girl, raising her hand.

“Yes, I did- she’s coming…” the teacher said somewhat hastily.

“I’ll bet she is…” another girl whispered, loud enough for her fellow students to hear. General giggling and snickering ensued. Miss Spencer flushed red.

Miss Spencer sighed as she recalled the incident. As horrified as she had been at that moment two years ago, it had left an indelible impression on her about this young lady and who she was. Now, when she remembered the scene, it made her smile. Certainly the shock was her own fault for insisting on going to retrieve her personally. She should have sent a student.

The door of Miss Welsh’s bedroom opened and the girl came out, dressed in her habitual outfit and tying bows into her pigtails. She paused upon seeing her teacher and blushed slightly.

“Oh, uh… hey, teach...”

“Good morning, Miss Welsh. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, sorta…” the girl said. “I’m not used to this sorta accommodation, y’know? Took a little gettin’ used to, but once I fell asleep I was out like a rock.”

“I’m glad.” Miss Spencer replied.

An awkward silence hung between them for several seconds.

“Miss Welsh, would you like some breakfast?” the teacher offered. “I have yet to buy the groceries I need for my wrestler’s diet, but I could take you to the hotel restaurant; my treat, of course. They make a wondrous Japanese omelette called “okonomiyaki”. Maybe you would like to try it?”

She could see the girl struggling with herself. “Well, I am kinda hungry…” she said finally.

“Miss Welsh, what have you eaten since you came to Japan?” Miss Spencer asked. Her voice was stern but her concern was obvious.

Candy rubbed the back of her neck, seemingly embarrassed. “Uh… it’s kinda been variable. My cash was limited and I think I got fucked over by the money exchanger I used. I ate from the buffet at the arena as much as possible, but once Dixie and Aigle tackle it, well, there’s usually nothing left.”

Miss Spencer nodded. She’d heard the same rumour.

“I’ve been trying to eat as little as possible, buying junk at those street vendors and so on. Yukina bought me some things, she’s pretty free with her money, I guess.”

“Then allow me to buy you breakfast, silly girl.” Miss Spencer said, smiling.

Candy gazed over at the clock on the nightstand. “Uh… yeah, I guess that’s fine, but I can’t stay too long- I’m s’posed to meet Yukina in an hour or so.”

Miss Spencer’s smile faded slightly. “Oh. Of course we’ll be quick then.”

“Sorry, teach. I already told her I would. If she hadn’t made the date I’d stay with you for longer and-“

“It’s alright, Miss Welsh,” the teacher said, hoping her voice didn’t betray her disappointment. “I understand. I think Yukina’s a lovely girl.”

Candy’s eyes went wide. “You know her? How?”

Miss Spencer smiled. “She came up to me after my match with Aisha and babbled about how I was her favourite wrestler after you in this tournament. She told me in very broken English that Toronto was one of her favourite cities in the world and wondered if we came from there.”

“No shit…” the redhead said, frowning slightly.

“I hope you have a good time with her.”

“Uh, yeah… we’re gettin’ together for some… well, never mind, it’s not important.”

“You know, Miss Welsh, I trust you. If you wish to bring her back here, I guess as long as the two of you are quiet and don’t trash the place, I wouldn’t mind.”

Candy’s eyebrows raised. “You sure? You know we’re not playin’ Scrabble, right?”

Miss Spencer shook her head. “Miss Welsh, I am trying to treat you like a young woman. If you keep questioning my judgment it will not be easy. I hope you enjoy your sexplay with Miss Yukina. Just be careful, okay?”

Candy nodded. “Thanks, teach. If it makes you feel better, we’re planning on coming to see your match.”

Miss Spencer brightened. “You are?”

“Hell, yes!” Candy replied. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You’re my hero, teach!”

Miss Spencer closed her eyes and smiled. “Well, with you and Miss Yukina in my corner, how can I lose?”

The suite’s phone rang and Miss Spencer picked it up. “Hello? What’s that? Oh... yes, one moment…”

She handed the phone to Candy, who took it. “Hello? Yukina? Uh-huh… what? Slow down, I can’t understand you. English, please. Eigo. Oh. Really?”

Candy looked at Miss Spencer. “Yukina wants to know if you, her an’ me can all eat together.”

Miss Spencer looked suspicious. “Shouldn’t she be in school?”

Candy rolled her eyes. “Teach, you kicked the shit out of Makoto and Aigle for that reason, but is either one of them back in school? I hate to break it to you, but you can’t play truant for the whole planet.”

“Why does she want to have breakfast with us both? It’s you she’s interested in.” Miss Spencer pointed out.

“Well, I’m the flavour of the month, I guess, but her tastes are pretty freaky. She’s into all sortsa things, not just girls, like you and I.”

Miss Spencer flushed. “Miss Welsh, whatever you might have seen transpire between Aisha, Dixie and myself, you cannot just assume that I only like girls.”

Candy gave her a skeptical look. “Oh? And when was the last time you had sex with a man?”

Miss Spencer coloured red. “I… I am not answering that! I will not be interrogated about my relationships with men any more than you would!”

Candy shrugged. “I’ve only even been with one and I hated it. It was at the orphanage and…”

Miss Spencer stared at her.

Candy looked at the ground as if reluctant to finish a statement she had voluntarily made. “It wasn’t exactly consensual.”

Miss Spencer stepped forward and hugged the girl, just letting her feel safe. Candy was silent, willing herself not to cry.

“I hate men…” she said quietly.

“Not all men are bad, Miss Welsh,” the teacher said soothingly. “Maybe you have only met awful men in the life you’ve led, but I’m willing to bet you’ve met horrible women too. I’ve met both wonderful and horrible men and women, and I’ve led what you would consider a privileged life.”

“You still haven’t told me if you’re gonna have breakfast with Yukina and I, teach.” Candy pointed out looking up at Miss Spencer.

Miss Spencer sighed. “Very well,” she relented. “You both seem intent on my attending.”

Candy nodded. “I’d like it, as long as you don’t try to prude things up or force her to go to school…”

“I’ll try to restrain myself.” Miss Spencer said dryly.

***



The three of them sat at a table, talking and laughing. Yukina’s English, once she calmed down, was actually not bad. Her grammar was succinct and correct- more so that Candy’s, which Miss Spencer felt compelled to point out. Candy rolled her eyes while Yukina giggled.

Yukina ordered a continental breakfast consisting of a croissant with some strong coffee and orange juice. Candy made a face when the waiter finally insisted that the hotel simply did not have Pop-tarts. She settled for pre-packaged cereal. Miss Spencer went native and ordered miso soup, fish and pickled vegetables. Candy’s eyebrow twitched as she watched her teacher eat her breakfast.

“How can you eat that shit?” she asked in disgust.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Miss Spencer replied. “My food is fresh and healthy. That cereal you’re consuming has so many preservatives that you won’t be biodegradable for at least six-hundred years.”

Yukina snickered. Candy shot her a look. “Can it, perv.” Yukina looked at her food but kept smiling.

They continued talking, discussing what there was to do in Tokyo and the surrounding area. Miss Spencer was pondering a trip to a temple on the outskirts of the city when she felt a foot slid between her legs and wiggle against her inner thigh, distressingly close to her womanhood. Determined not to make a scene, she steeled herself. She bit her lip as she realized that she did not know which would horrify her more- if her molester were Yukina or Miss Welsh. The toes continued exploring, brushing against her panties with unfailing skill. Against her will she grew wet, her face flushing.

“You okay, teach?” Candy asked non-chalantly.

“I’m fine, Miss Welsh…” the teacher said hastily.

Yukina excused herself to powder her nose. Miss Spencer waited until the girl was out of sight and looked at her student. “Miss Welsh, was that your foot between my legs? Because if it was, so help me God…”

Candy put up her hands in a gesture of innocence. “Hey, don’t look at me, teach. I got the same treatment for a bit there and was wondering which of you it was.”

Miss Spencer sighed, calming herself down.

Candy smiled. “She’s got talent, doesn’t she? Now y’see why I’m fucking her.”

Miss Spencer shook her head. “That’s all very well for you, but I am not about to be molested by a sixteen year-old Japanese schoolgirl, no matter how cute or how big a fan she is.”

Candy shrugged and picked at her cereal. “More for me, then.”

Miss Spencer composed herself and popped a pickled radish into her mouth. “Well, you might as well go after her and have sex in the bathroom; that’s what she wants, after all.”

Candy looked at her teacher in confusion. “Wha?”

Miss Spencer gave the redhead a wry look. “Miss Welsh, one of us is supposed to follow her into the bathroom and do things with her- and it’s not going to be me.”

Candy looked at the bathroom doors across the restaurant. “You sure?”

“Very.”

The redhead put down her spoon and stood up. “Be right back!” she said as she swished off

Miss Spencer shook her head wearily and returned to her meal. “Well, this is a dream come true. Eating pickles while my truant charge has sex in the women’s room with a perverted Japanese girl; how could this get better?”

The waiter stepped up quietly to the table, presenting her with the cheque, an expectant look on his face.

“Ah, of course…” Miss Spencer muttered to herself.

***



Candy entered the ladies’ room and looked around. The room had several stalls, some with Japanese-style basins and other with Western-style ones. She bent over and saw a familiar pair of shoes in one of the Western stalls. She sauntered over and opened the door. Yukina was sitting primly atop the seat with the lid down, smiling in her cute, perverted way. Candy closed the door and leaned back against it, returning the smile. The Japanese girl winked and held out two vibrators for Candy’s inspection. Candy nodded and chose the pink one, which was studded and ridged along its length. Yukina nodded and stood, moving close to Candy, looking coy. Their bodies came together and they held the vibrators between their breasts. Candy bowed her head and licked the top of the device Yukina was holding. Yukina’s fingers reached down and slipped under Candy’s skirt. She smiled in delight.

“No…panties?”

“You either, right?” Candy replied. The girl shook her head slowly, a naughty smile on her face.

“Mi-su Su-pen-sah not come?” asked Yukina.

“Nope. She’s not interested, sorry.”

Yukina’s face fell. “She not think… I pretty?”

Candy shook her head. “That’s not it, she’s just… well, it’s weird. It’s not you, okay? Trust me.”

Yukina nodded. “I would like to… fuck her...”

Candy nodded. “Yeah…”

Their hands drew under each other’s skirts and began playing. Candy’s fingers stroked up and down Yukina’s increasingly wet pussylips. Yukina returned the favour, brushing her knuckles against Candy’s clit. The redhead shuddered, pressing her hips against her lover’s hand.

“You little slut…” she breathed, closing her eyes. “You know what I like, don’t you…”

Yukina’s pussy was wet and pliant. Candy flicked her finger against Yukina’s clit, then pressed just the tip of her finger into the girl. Yukina shivered and moaned softly.

“O-negai… please, Candy…”

“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” Candy whispered. “You want me to put this in your pussy?” Candy teased, tracing the vibrator against Yukina’s face and over her lips. The Japanese girl nodded, unbuttoning Candy’s shirt.

Candy reciprocated, peeling off Yukina’s blouse. Predictably, the girl was wearing no bra. Candy turned on the vibe and traced gentle patterns over Yukina’s nipples. They began to stand erect, her small breasts shivering. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. She turned on her own vibrator and pressed it to Candy’s mouth. Candy slid the shaft into her mouth, moaning around it as she bobbed back and forth. It tasted like Yukina.

“Oh, fuck…” she breathed, looking at Yukina. “Did you do yourself with this before you met us?”

Yukina nodded lustily. “You like?”

“Hell yes…” Candy replied. “You taste great. I wanna feel that in my pussy…”

Yukina put her arm around Candy and pulled her close. Their lips met and they kissed hungrily. As if by prior agreement, they both trailed the vibrators down each other’s bodies, eventually reaching their pussies. Unable to wait any longer, they slid the vibrators into each other. Candy hissed as the buzzing shaft penetrated her. It was warm, sending tingles of pleasure through her. She pumped her own vibrator in and out of Yuknia’s wet slit, the two of them keeping in rhythm.

The stall was small so the two girls leaned back against opposite walls and pressed their hips forward into each other. As the vibrators slid in and out they humped and slithered lustily, trying to hush their moans and gasps of pleasure.

They stiffened as the door to the washroom opened and someone came in. Instinctively they both shoved the vibrators as far into each other as possible, hoping to muffle the buzzing noise. Then they waited silently as the person went about their business.

Candy gazed at Yukina, who was remaining still, but had her eyes shut and was beginning to sweat. They may have been holding still, but the vibrators were still working. Yukina clenched her hand reflexively, licking her lips as ecstasy rippled through her. Candy bit her lip as she enjoyed the sensations but fought to make no sound.

Eventually the faucet ran and the door sung open and closed. Several seconds of silence later, Candy heaved a sigh of relief. “That was close…” she breathed. Yukina nodded and her hand returned to the vibrator Candy was holding inside her pussy. Candy did likewise and the fucking session continued. They gasped and writhed as they penetrated each other, young women in heat.

Candy squeezed her muscles around the vibe, loving the feeling of the rod sliding back and forth rhythmically.

“Jesus, this is so fucking hot… I wish Miss Spencer were here for it, though…”

***



Miss Spencer had finished washing her hands and then removed her shoes. She pretended to leave the washroom and then slipped quietly into an unoccupied stall. Aside form the two sets of feet she noticed inhabiting one stall, the room was empty. She gently sat down on a lid, closed her eyes and listened.

“That was close…” came Candy’s voice. She heard a buzzing noise begin, followed by moans, squeaks and panting.

“Yes… Candy…” rasped Yukina in her lilting Japanese soprano. “Fuck… my pussy…”

“What did you say these- uh! What’re these called in Japanese?” Candy asked, her voice trembling.

“Hari- harigata!” was the stuttering reply. It would appear they were using vibrators or dildos on each other.

Miss Spencer controlled herself, feeling how wet her pussy was. She crossed her legs and squeezed, determined to make no noise. Why was she here, eavesdropping on these two anyway?

Because she wanted to be, she admitted to herself. There was nowhere she’d rather be…

Except possibly in there with them.

***



Candy’s face was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her pussy pumped and writhed and squirmed against Yukina’s hand and the vibrator. Yukina was gasping and shuddering, pumping back against Candy’s hand. The two girls groaned and whimpered as their bodies began to tingle. Orgasm was approaching fast.

“Ohmygod…” Candy keened, straining her hips. “Fuck me! Jesus, put it in me!”

Yukina squeaked as she fluttered her hips, peaking. “I- iku!”

“Ah, fuck me!” Candy gasped. “I’m cumming! Oh, cum with me, teach!”

A chill went up Miss Spencer’s spine as she heard Candy’s plea. The two girls stifled cries of ecstasy as they came together, shuddering and pumping wetly, cumming on each other’s hands. Their grunts of passion pierced the teacher’s core. She shivered silently as she came, pressing her fingers against her slit, her body contracting in on itself. She bit her lip, Candy’s words still echoing in her ears.

“Cum with me, teach…”

Candy sagged against the wall of the stall she and Yukina were sharing. Her orgasm had finally ebbed. Yukina was still leaning away from her, heaving sighs of bliss. Candy slid the vibrator into her lover as deep as it would go and left it there, Yukina doing likewise. They arched their backs and pressed their pussies together, sharing the feel of each other’s slick wetness. They remained in this position for close to a minute, reveling in the shared secret sensation of each other’s cum on their pussylips. The vibrators hummed quietly inside them.

Candy pulled Yukina to her and they kissed deeply, bodies pressed close. Their tongues wrestled and tangled, expressing their deep satisfaction.

Yukina finally broke the kiss and smiled at Candy. “We cum good, yes?”

Candy nodded. “Oh yeah… real good.”

Yukina winked. “You wish Mi-su Su-pen-sah here? You like her?”

Candy paused before answering. “I…”

Yukina smiled warmly. “You love her.”

Candy flushed.

The Japanese girl kissed her gently. “It okay, you safe to say, Candy. I not tell anyone.”

Candy wrestled with the issue. She hated admitting anything to anyone. But Yukina had been good to her. And she really felt the need to say something about how she felt.

“I… think I do love her, Yuki… but please, do not tell her. I’d die if she knew.”

Yukina winked and made a motion of zipping her lips. “But you tell me that you tell her last night that you love her.”

“Yeah,” Candy said quietly, thinking back to the shower. “I did. And I think I still love her. But last night was very weird and she probably thinks I was just over-emotional. I should keep it that way. She can’t know, alright? Promise me!”

Yukina, who didn’t understand everything Candy had just said, nodded sincerely. She’d gotten the gist of it, even if the pretty round-eye spoke too quickly. “I not tell.”

“I really like you, Yukina,” Candy admitted, wrapping her arms around the girl. “And I love fucking you. But I’m in love with Miss Spencer, I think. I don’t know what to do.”

Yukina put a finger on Candy’s lips, silencing her. “I like Candy Cane. I like sex with her too. If you need company or lovemaking, you find me. You love Mi-su Su-pen-sah. One day, maybe, we all three play, hai?”

Candy smiled. “I’d like that. I’m pretty sure she would too, even if she can’t admit it.”

They kissed again, tenderly and with passion. They smirked as they reached down and pulled the vibrators out of one another. They shut them off and brought them up to each other’s mouths, where they kissed around them, tongues swirling and gliding wetly.

“Mmmmmm, you taste good, Yuki…” Candy said quietly.

“You also, Candy. Taste good when mix with Yukina. Good mix of cum.”

“We’ll definitely do this again, okay? But now we should get ready to find a gift for teach. She’s gonna win tonight and I wanna congratulate her.”

“Hai!” chirped the Japanese girl eagerly. “Ike! Ike! Go go! Ganbatte!”

“Yeah, whatever…”

The two girls adjusted themselves and left the washroom. They came back to the table and found a note from Miss Spencer. She frowned and picked it up.

“Dear Miss Welsh- my apologies for leaving while you were indisposed, but I have some errands to run before my match. I have taken care of breakfast and left an extra thousand yen beneath this note in case you two are still hungry, for food, anyway.

I hope to see you in the stands tonight. Evil Rose is heavily favoured, so I’ll need the biggest cheerleading section I can get! See you there!



- Teach”



Candy shrugged and looked at Yukina. “Teach had to leave. You still hungry?”

The girl shook her head.

“Alright, let’s get outta here then.” Candy said, picking up her backpack. Hand in hand, they left the hotel to find a gift.

***



Still sitting inside the stall, Miss Spencer stared at the back of the door. Her eyes were wet, but she was not crying. She couldn’t believe what she had overheard.

“She was having sex with that pretty young lady and it turns out she’s in love with me. Last night hadn’t been an emotional response to the day’s events. She was serious, even if she denied it today…”

She put her face in her hands as her chest tightened. She felt like she might cry.

“Don’t be weak! Even if she loves you, more important is that she’s depending on you to win. This will be dealt with after you’ve won the tournament…”

She stood up to compose herself but shivered, remembering suddenly that she had cum and her pussy was wet still.

“Wonderful… now it’s back upstairs to change my panties. I certainly can’t fight like this…”

She exited the stall, washed her face, replaced her shoes and went back to her suite. Today promised to be a very long trial of her endurance.

***



Candy patted the seat next to hers, a front-row center pair that Miss Spencer was bound to see them in. Yukina happily skipped over and plunked into her seat, stuffing her mouth with Pocky. It had taken some serious bribery to wrangle these primo seats, even if Candy was a former competitor in the tournament. The stadium was already packed, filled with eager fans calling for a battle royale.

Candy sipped her soft drink and stared at the ring- she couldn’t really bring herself to say she missed getting hammered around in there. Her only problem with this arrangement she had with Miss Spencer was that she felt helpless. If, God forbid, Miss Spencer lost, there was little or nothing Candy could do about it.

Candy had heard some things about Miss Spencer’s opponent, a gal named Evil Rose. She was a real sadist in the ring, almost inhumanly fast and with a penchant for torturous attacks. She liked to bleed the will to fight out of her opponents as slowly as possible, prolonging their agony and pain.

Miss Spencer’s advantage lay in her technical skill as a wrestler and her incredible determination. If anyone had just cause for winning this tournament it was her. Candy could only hope that would be enough.

The lights dimmed and the crowd roared. Music that Candy now recognized as Miss Spencer’s entry music began to play. The strumming, blazing guitar solo reminded Candy of nothing so much as an old-school van Halen piece she’d heard.

The crowd roared loudly as the Task Master, Miss Spencer, made her appearance. She stepped out from behind the curtain and made her way down the ramp towards the ring, strutting along non-chalantly. In her hand she carried a clipboard and a pen, as if to grade the crowd’s behaviour. She smiled prettily at people as she walked down, almost seeming surprised to see a crowd.

She primly stepped between the ropes and stood in the center of the ring, looking around at her surroundings. Yukina stood and cheered wildly.

“WAI! SU-PEN-SAH SENSEI NO SUGOI! WAI! GANBATTE!!!”

Candy found herself standing and hollering too, albeit not in Japanese. She put her fingers to her lips and whistled, a piercing blast that caught Miss Spencer’s attention. She saw them and smiled, waving and nodding.

“She sees us, Candy!” Yukina said enthusiastically, clapping.

“No, really?” Candy replied sarcastically. Why was she always such a smartass?

Candy looked around at the crowd and noticed that it was cheering wildly for the uber-sexy teacher. Miss Spencer had definitely entered the tournament as the underdog and seemed to be a crowd favourite, now that she had advanced this far.

“What’s so hard to understand about that? Isn’t she your favourite competitor in the tournament, after all? And didn’t Yukina say that Japanese men were obsessed with tall, blue-eyed blondes?”

Strange, eerie music began to play and the arena was flooded with red light. Miss Spencer seemed unconcerned but merely looked around, intent on her opponent’s entrance. Candy shivered involuntarily. She was used to playing freaky music herself, but this just sounded unwholesome to her.

A figure in red appeared at the opposite end of the arena which Miss Spencer had entered through. The woman’s eyes were large and staring, inscrutable but also speaking of inhuman cruelty. She was dressed in a skin-tight latex red devil costume, her face masked and little horns protruding from her forehead. Her ample breasts bounced, free of the costume except for two strategically-placed straps that ran vertically, concealing the nipples and little else.

From her place on the entrance platform she broke into a run, sprinting forward with almost blinding speed, her spike-heeled boots not making a sound. Her eyes never left Miss Spencer as she approached. As the crowd cheered, she vaulted into the ring, twisting in mid-air and landing like a cat, low and poised for action.

Miss Spencer merely watched, showing no trace of fear and only mild interest. If it was an act it was a good one, because the crowd was eating it up. As Evil Rose circled Miss Spencer in a wide circle like a predator, the teacher remained upright, her face betraying no emotion.

Evil Rose’s steps were wide and slow, her arms spread out like the wings of a crane. Her feet crossed in front of one another as she stepped, concealing her next direction and stance. Miss Spencer couldn’t figure out how, but for some reason the long, spike-headed devil tail on Evil Rose’s suit whipped and lashed around, like it was alive and a part of her.

“Be careful, teach…” Candy prayed, her anxiety evident. “Not just because of the money but because I’m not sure what I’d do if anything happened to you...”

***



Miss Spencer observed her opponent as she continued to circle her like a shark or a vulture. If the intention was to intimidate, she supposed she should try to turn the tables.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “Your crouch, posture and gait have me concerned. Do you need to use the bathroom? I’ll wait…”

Evil Rose’s eyes betrayed nothing. “You hurt Reiko. I shall avenge her.”

Miss Spencer frowned. “Reiko? You mean the girl I first fought? I believe you mean I beat her. Yes, I won our contest, what concern is this of yours, miss?”

“You hurt her. You caused her pain. You will pay!” said the demon-girl, her voice steely.

“I don’t know what this Reiko means to you, Evil Rose, but I can assure you that getting hurt in a wrestling tournament in pretty much par for the course. I was hurting myself upon finishing the match. Did you expect her to win so handily that she would carry nary a scratch?”

“Enough talk! You will pay!” said the woman in red, launching herself at Miss Spencer with blinding speed. The teacher braced herself, having watched videos of Evil Rose in action. Rather than attempt to dodge the attack, she would meet it, disrupt it and counter-attack.

She was wrong. The attack itself was a feint, meant to keep her in one place. Evil Rose’s legs slammed down at Miss Spencer, a blow which she blocked handily with raised forearms. Her arms, however, wrapped around Miss Spencer’s waist and wrenched, pulling her off balance. As the teacher staggered slightly Evil Rose struck like a serpent. Miss Spencer winced as she felt claws dig into her skin, searing pain flaring up her nerves.

Evil Rose was behind her, using a brutal lock on her arms and neck. Miss Spencer wasn’t even sure how she’d gotten there. This girl in red was inhumanly fast. Agony washed up her spine as it creaked under the pressure. Her vision swirled and she felt sick. Never had she known such pain…

Evil Rose swung her backwards, slamming her shoulders and neck onto the mat. Miss Spencer felt like the back of her head had exploded. Not even Aigle had stunned her like this.

“Pull it together, girl! Miss Welsh is counting on you! Whatever it is Evil Rose is doing, break out of it! This is no time to take a nap!”

Gathering her willpower, the teacher lashed out with her arms and legs. She couldn’t tell what Evil Rose was doing at that moment, but hopefully this sudden movement would break her hold.

Evil Rose leapt back, crouching low, taken by surprise. She watched warily as Miss Spencer righted herself and got to her feet, trying to reorient herself.

“I’d heard you have exceptional constitution…” the demon-girl said in her monotone. “You ability to absorb damage and shake off punishment is remarkable.”

“I think you’ll find me quite full of surprises, lady.” Miss Spencer replied, taking up a defensive stance. She tried to focus past the throbbing pain in her head and analyze how her opponent moved.

“What martial art is she using? Is it a Filipino discipline? Penkat Silat? An obscure branch of Kempo? Eagle Claw Kung-Fu? The joint locks are certainly in line with that hypothesis…”

Evil Rose dashed in again, blindingly fast, obviously not interested in giving her foe any time to recover or read her moves. Miss Spencer took a gamble and left her left arm open to attack. Evil Rose took the bait and her fingers clenched into the triceps. Pain shot up Miss Spencer’s up again but she was ready for it. Her right hand flashed under and clamped down on Evil Rose’s, preventing her withdrawal. She swung her body around and was behind her foe, dragging her down.

Miss Spencer landed on her back, her right arm locking around Evil Rose’s throat, her legs wrapping around the leather-clad waist of her foe.

Evil Rose struggled wildly, trying to escape the chokehold of the woman beneath her. In spite of her best efforts, Miss Spencer could not hold onto the free arm and Evil Rose’s elbow slammed down into her ribs. Evil Rose sprang free and Miss Spencer wheezed, relinquishing her tenuous grip. The girl in red stalked around her again, like a lithe jungle cat.

“Impressive,” she mused as she stared at Miss Spencer. “But I do not fear pain. You cannot dominate me with physical discomfort, for my life is one long symphony of pain.”

“Perhaps,” Miss Spencer said, rising and standing tall, establishing a form of moral superiority. “But I felt it in you, you fear defeat. More than anything, defeat terrifies you, drives you. The consequences of defeat are so horrible that you cannot entertain the notion and will sink into the foulest pits of evil to avoid it. Pain is the great blinding light of denial, isn’t it?”

“You know nothing of my pain or fears, my foe.” Evil Rose said levelly, but Miss Spencer could see the darkness in her eyes growing. She had touched a nerve.

“What do you fear, woman?” Evil Rose asked tauntingly.

“Pain, of course.” Miss Spencer said, circling her opponent as they sized each other up again. “I fear defeat, but not with the terror that you do. I also fear disappointing a beautiful young woman in the audience, who needs me to win. And for her I will defeat any foe, no matter how dark or how evil. What do you fight for, Evil Rose?”

“Enough talk!” Evil Rose snapped, launching herself at her foe, gliding low under Miss Spencer’s guard. The blonde woman scrambled backward, fighting off the talon-like hands of her foe.

“She is so damned quick! And she seems immune to pain! I have to find a way to make her fear me!”

Evil Rose was too quick. In a flash she had somehow thrown Miss Spencer onto her stomach and was sitting on her back, grappling onto her legs and pulling them back against her spine in a brutal submission move. Tendrils of anguish snaked through Miss Spencer’s torso and limbs, her vision blurring yellow. She willed herself not to scream. Her legs locked, she felt Evil Rose reach around her neck and pull hard, trying to bend her in half or snap her spine. The pain was unreal and she felt everything go black…

Distantly, she could hear the crowd roaring, and a voice screaming at her to get up; Miss Welsh’s voice. She sounded so close and yet so far away.

“What can you do? You’re practically unconscious. For all you know you’re back is broken. All Evil Rose has to do is turn you over and pin you now. She must know you’re almost dead…”

Almost.

Evil Rose dropped the limp girl from her death grip. She would pin her. This had been a worthy foe. She stood and with a toe turned the unconscious blonde onto her back. She rested her foot on the big-breasted woman’s collarbone and awaited the count. Reiko would be avenged.

1… 2…

Evil Rose looked down in shock as she felt hands take a firm grip on her boot. She saw Miss Spencer’s ice-blue eyes glaring up at her as she wrenched the ankle she was pinning her with.

There was a twist and a hideous pop as the anklebone left its joint. Evil Rose cried out in pain, losing her balance. But the blonde was not done. Defying the screams of protest from her own body, Miss Spencer surged up, still holding the destroyed ankle and driving Evil Rose to the floor, putting ever more pressure on the joint. The devil-woman lashed out with her good foot, smashing it into her foe’s chest, causing her to stagger back and release her. As Evil Rose got to her feet, Miss Spencer was gratified to see a wide-eyed disbelief in her foes eyes, mingled with apprehension. The woman in red limped around the ring, favouring her right leg but not letting her guard down.

“So you do feel and react to pain…” Miss Spencer said, trying to ignore her own severe issues. Her spine felt like one great, throbbing column of agony. Her lungs seared every time she breathed, her breath catching in her throat.

“It will not save you.” Evil Rose replied, trying to sound resolute. “You do not have my capacity to endure.”

“Then we will just have to push you past your limits, won’t we?” Miss Spencer said, smirking at her. “You won’t be darting in like a cobra with only one leg now, will you?”

“I do not need two good legs to destroy you!” Evil Rose hissed, glaring.

“Deeds, my dear girl, not words.” Miss Spencer said softly.

Evil Rose clenched her teeth, obviously desperate to get in at her foe, but unable to because of her weakened ankle. Her speed, her greatest advantage, had been all but nullified. She had other terrible weapons in her arsenal, but implementing them would now be difficult.

Miss Spencer watched her foe, trying to look casual as she did so. In spite of the pain she stood straight, establishing her superiority again. She willed herself not to look injured in front of the crowd. Disheveled, yes, slightly hurt, perhaps. But she wanted it to be obvious to every bloodthirsty spectator in the arena who was in more trouble here. Evil Rose would have to come to her before the clock ran out.

She smiled evilly and crossed her arms. The crowd responded to the taunt by cheering. She could see a glimmer of desperation enter her foe’s eyes, knowing that Miss Spencer currently appeared to be winning. It didn’t have to actually be true; it was all a question of perception. The teacher could stand straight and smirk whereas Evil Rose had a very visible and marked injury. The referees and judges would certainly take that into account if the match came down to a decision…

***



“ GODDAMN IT, TEACH, DO SOMETHING ALREADY!!!” Candy hollered, standing up from her seat. She was a nervous wreck. She’d practically had a heart-attack when Evil Rose nearly bent Miss Spencer into a pretzel.

Yukina put a gentle hand on Candy’s thigh, stroking it soothingly. “Candy-chan… be calm… Su-pen-sah-sensei know what she doing. E-vu-ru Ro-su berry tough enemy. Su-pen-sah-sensei need time to break her…”

Candy looked down at her lover, her eyes almost wild with anxiety. “By letting herself get ripped a new one? That ain’t how it works, Yuki!”

“Candy relax…” Yukina insisted. “Trust Su-pen-sah-sensei. Yukina trust. She see what teacher doing. We be patient, ne?”

Taking a deep breath, Candy finally relented and sat down. She had to admit, Miss Spencer seemed to have things in hand at the moment. She’d wrenched Evil Rose’s ankle right out of its socket and was obviously daring the dominatrix-wannabe to get close and go toe-to-toe.

“She can do this… she can do this… she said she would… she promised me she would…” Candy whispered, trying to calm down. “She’s better, because if she doesn’t I’m gonna kick what’s left of her ass…”

***



Miss Spencer was growing weary. This act of not being hurt was beginning to exhaust her. In spite of how things appeared, she had to admit that she was in worse shape than Evil Rose and the other girl no doubt knew it. It would take one minor miscalculation on her part to give Evil Rose the upper hand again, to lose this match and possibly her life.

“You are tiring…” Evil Rose said, her confidence seeming to return as she circled her foe. “You body is screaming in pain and fatigue. I can sense and even smell it. To one such as me, it is a divine perfume, a heady drug. I can see myself bathing in your agony as I choke the life from you.”

“You had better make sure you do…” Miss Spencer said, steeling herself for the attack she knew was coming. “Because if you don’t stop me now…”

I’ve figured it out. I know your weak point now…

“Because if you don’t, Evil Rose, your sister Reiko will not survive our next encounter…”

Evil Rose’s eyes widened at the mention of the name. The humanity left them, replaced by a wild, demoniac savagery. Ignoring her injured ankle, she launched herself at Miss Spencer, her claws flashing at the blonde’s face.

The reach of Miss Spencer’s leg was longer.

The high-heeled boot thrust out and caught Evil Rose in the face as she dove in, driving her back as her body crumpled forward. She sprawled away, tumbling across the ring. Miss Spencer was on her like a tiger, determined to not let her recover. Her knee slammed into the red-clad woman’s lower back and she felt a bone give.

“Oh, goodness, dear…” she hissed as she grappled onto Evil Rose’s neck. “Was that your spine popping out of your sacral-iliac joint? Your upper and lower bodies are no longer connected by any bones, how hideous for you…”

Evil Rose screeched in pain as Miss Spencer sat on her spine and pulled back on her chin. In spite of the agony, her legs kicked back against her foe’s kidneys, trying to drive her off. Miss Spencer ignored the stabbing flashes of pain, concentrating only on pulling Evil Rose’s head off.

The crowd screamed and roared wildly. They could smell blood and wanted these two marvelous gladiators to finish this off.

Miss Spencer could feel her strength giving, even as Evil Rose’s feet continued to pummel into her back. She had to inflict another injury, further reduce her opponent’s ability to fight. She slammed her forehead into the back of Evil Rose’s neck and felt the girl shudder and gulp in pain.

She decided to give Evil Rose some of her own medicine and dug her fingers deep into the meat of her trapezius. The girl keened in agony as her shoulders seized up. Miss Spencer then took her by the back of the head and slammed her face-first against the canvas.

She was taking no chances. As she rolled off to get away from the deadly kicks, she drove her elbow onto the girl’s neck, eliciting another shudder. She stood wearily, panting as she looked down at her foe. Evil Rose’s limbs twitched as she lay there, but for all Miss Spencer knew, this demon was playing possum.

“Reiko is mine…” she said firmly, just loud enough for Evil Rose to hear, if she was conscious.

The prone woman let out an inhuman roar and surged to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. Miss Spencer was ready and deftly spun around her raging foe, gripping her by the neck as she placed her back to Evil Rose’s. She dropped to her knees and then bent forward, dragging Evil Rose backward over her shoulders by the neck. The snapmare landed the demon-girl on her head and neck before allowing her body to crumple over and come to a stop. Miss Spencer heard several vertebrae pop as Evil Rose landed. Unless she was simply not human, the girl was now paralyzed, for several weeks.

With all the strength she had left, Miss Spencer rolled her foe over and crossed Evil Rose’s arms over her chest and leaned on them, pinning her shoulders to the mat. She waited as the referee counted to three and the bell rang. As the crowd went wild she stood, holding her fist in the air in triumph. It was the last thing she remembered doing before everything faded to black and she felt herself falling into darkness…

***



The light hurt her eyes. It hurt to squint. Everything hurt. Being conscious hurt. Where was she?

“Hey, take it easy, teach…” said a familiar voice, the one voice in all the world she wanted to hear. “You may have won, but to be honest, you look like shit.”

Although it caused her great discomfort, Miss Spencer managed a smile. “If you’re supposed to be… my biggest fan… couldn’t you try to be… a little nicer?”

“I dunno, I’m not sure I wanna overdose on this nice stuff.” Candy said, smiling back. She placed a hand on Miss Spencer’s and squeezed gently. “Don’t wanna tarnish my bad-girl image, yanno.”

“You’ll never fool me again.” Miss Spencer whispered. “I know you’ve got a heart of gold.”

“I’d sell ‘em for nerves of steel.” Candy admitted, grimacing. “You scared the living fuck outta me today, teach. Do you have to be such a drama queen in the ring?”

“You save the day your way, I’ll save it mine…” the blonde wheezed, attempting to sit up. “Dear God, it feels like there is a ten car pile-up on my head.”

Candy smirked. “Yeah? Well you should see the other girl. You fucked her up good.”

Miss Spencer shook her head at Candy’s language and then winced as her neck twinged. It appeared that the little minx was going to talk however she pleased- there was little her teacher could do about it right now.

“She’s not dead, is she?” Miss Spencer asked.

“No such luck…” Candy replied, grimacing. “After you passed out, I can running down to the ring to see if you were alright. That big-titted nurse with the Brit accent came and collected Evil Rose, muttering something about this whole experiment being a waste.”

Miss Spencer sighed. “How long have I been out?”

Candy checked her watch. “Nearly six hours. Doctor’s said that you had a few sprains and some badly bruised bones, maybe even a cracked rib; but aside from all that you’re fine. I was amazed you weren’t coughing out your vertebrae after she bent you backward like that.”

“Didn’t know… I was that… flexible, did you?” Miss Spencer asked, trying to smile.

“Actually…” Candy said, rubbing the back of her neck, almost embarrassed. “After your little fling with Dixie and Aisha, I’m pretty sure I know how flexible you can be…”

Miss Spencer was too tired and too sore to flush red.

“But, let’s not discuss that, shall we?” Candy suggested, preferring to not relive the experience.

“Have you been here the whole time?” the teacher asked.

“Uh… yeah actually…” Candy admitted. “Got kinda bored though, after I stopped hyperventilating. I borrowed some manga from Yukina, but it’s all Japanese, so I couldn’t really read it. I’ve been looking at the pictures and that’s about it.”

“Oh? What kind of manga?” Miss Spencer asked, happy to have something to discuss and take her mind off the pain she was in. “Shoujo? Shonen? Sentai?”

“Um, hentai, actually…” Candy said, holding up one of the volumes. “This one’s called ‘Super Taboo’ and it’s got an incest storyline, I think. Kinda creeped me out, honestly. And this one’s got hermaphrodites in it… Yukina’s great in the sack but she’s a freak.”

“So it would appear.” Miss Spencer said, dryly. “So, aside from reading perverted manga, have you talked to a doctor about me and my condition?”

Candy nodded. “They’re gonna keep you overnight and do what they can to mend you up so they can release you tomorrow. They think you’ll be more or less ready to rock by your next scheduled fight in three days. You’ll be sore as a bitch, but you’ll be able to fight.”

“Well, that’s good to know…” Miss Spencer said, sighing. “Miss Welsh, I appreciate your dedication and concern for my well-being, but you should probably head back to our hotel room and get some sleep. The world’s greatest cheerleading section means nothing if you’re too tired to come to the matches, right?”

“But… who’ll keep tabs on you?” Candy protested. “No offence, teach, but I’ve got a lot riding on you, you know what I mean?”

“I understand and appreciate your concern, Miss Welsh, but if you remain I shall feel obliged to stay awake and talk to you and then I won’t be resting as I am no doubt supposed to do. It would be better for us both if you went back.”

“Oh… okay.” Candy said, obviously a little disappointed.

“Take Yukina with you.” Miss Spencer suggested, trying to sound conciliatory. “As long as you don’t trash the place or make love to her in my bed, I actually don’t mind.”

Candy seemed to brighten up a little. “Oh… okay. Well, I’ll call later and check on you that way, is that alright?”

“I’d be delighted, Miss Welsh.” Miss Spencer said warmly. “Please be sure to call.”

Candy beamed a smile and stood up. She kissed Miss Spencer on the forehead and then made to leave.

“Oh, and Miss Welsh?” the teacher called.

“Yeah, teach?” Candy said, stopping at the door.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you leave some of that manga for me to read?” Miss Spencer asked.

Candy shot her teacher a wry grin as she took the hentai comics out of her pack. “Oh yeah, and they call me the pervert…”

***



Miss Spencer was leaving the arena, walking stiffly, with Candy leading her by the arm. The teacher smiled and protested politely. “Miss Welsh, honest, I’m fine. I don’t need you to hold me up while I walk.”

“Bullshit.” Candy responded. “I watched you get dressed, you’re stiff as a steel beam.”

“You watched me get dressed?” Miss Spencer exclaimed, her eyes wide. “I thought you were down in the concessions room buying junk food!”

“I… was just checking on you…” Candy said, flushing. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. After all, I’ve gotta make sure you’re in shape to win the prize money, right?”

“And if you just happen to catch an eyeful, that’s a bonus, right?” Miss Spencer asked, smirking.

“Uh…” Candy said, blushing harder. “So, do you need any pain medication?”

“The doctor gave me a few prescriptions, but I have an ancient Chinese herb soak I’ll use when we get back to the hotel. I prefer natural remedies, if at all possible.”

Candy smiled. “Never figured you for a Zen-hippie, teach.”

“Nothing of the sort, Miss Welsh. I just know what works.” Miss Spencer replied. “But thank you for your concern. It means a lot to me, and I’m going to need your support to get through this tournament.”

“You’ve got it, teach.” Candy said warmly. In spite of how hair-raising the past few days had been, she felt confident that everything was finally going her way.

***