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"Dirty slut."

There was no response from the woman in front of her except a few choking splutters and a tighter grip on Caitlyn's ass. Nails created pinpricks of delicious pain. Grey-blue eyes flickered up between dark lashes, and Vi's heavily applied eyeliner was running down her cheeks in dark rivulets, as prominent as her pit-fighting paint. Spittle and drool dripped and splashed from the strap as it slipped in and out from between red and swollen lips.

Caitlyn's head rolled back with a pleased hiss at a harsh gagging sound as she shoved the strap further in to the tight wetness of Vi's mouth.

"Messy girl."

Her hands clenched tighter in the oil-slicked hair that aided her control, and she tugged sharply back. Vi looked almost dazed, immediately gasping and forcing herself to breathe, makeup well and truly ruined. Saliva dripped from her chin and onto her chest, messing the bandages that kept her breasts contained inside and outside the ring.

"Beautiful, pet."

Tugging again on the pink tendrils, making Vi groan deeply with pain that made her cunt clench around nothing, Caitlyn tugged Vi towards the counter that lined one side of the dark, dank bathroom that adjoined the glorified closet that was Vi's apartment in the seedier part of The Lanes. There was no question of what was about to happen, and no protest. The usually powerful, strong 'Hound' was a messed wreck under the control of the Commander. A cracked mirror was on the wall and as Caitlyn bent Vi over the counter, chest first, she forced her to watch as she wrenched down her black, ripped jeans, exposing her to the cool of the air.

Without warning, Caitlyn lined herself up and slipped in, the strap lubed with Vi's own spit and her damp arousal. It was slick enough that the Commander let out a mocking chuckle.

"Needy whore."

As she started thrusting with intent, focusing on her own pleasure, Caitlyn brought her hand down with a cracking slap across one of Vi's ass cheeks. The fighter clenched her teeth and grunted, but that wasn't good enough. Caitlyn began to rain down impact after impact, the pain building, skin turning a bright red, and finally, as purple bruises started to speckle the burning skin beneath her hand, Vi yelled out a garbled kind of exclamation as she came hard around the thrusting cock.

A few more slaps, a few more thrusts and Caitlyn followed her over the brink, tugging so hard on her hair that Vi yelped again, before clenching her teeth and jerking forward and away as best she could against the unrelenting concrete.

Intense, hard blue eyes took a moment to stare into the mirror; at the mess they'd made. They met grey-blue, and Vi took in the stern, ice-hard defiance and power of the woman who had caused her spiral of self-destruction in the first place; the woman she still loved enough to let her in underneath greasy hair and leathery armour.