DCU: CASSIE / ROSE; Too Far, Golden Lasso.
I wrote a fanfic for the DCU Femlash porn battle.
I took two prompts and made one story. I hope there is not a problem with that. The story got a bit too large. I think I suck at really, really short fiction. I just get carried away. Yes, it’s 3571 words, but it’s 3571 porny words about Cassie and Rose, and that has to count for something! I have no clue who wrote those prompts and that pairing, but whoever you are, enjoy.
This is the porniest thing I have ver written, which doesn't mean much because this is the first time I wrte any, but it's kinda dirty and it scares me that I wrote it.
Title: Crossing Rivers.
Fandom: DC Comics, Teen Titans.
Rating: XXX
Characters/Pairing: Cassie / Rose.
Word Count: 3571.
Summary: Written for the DCU Femlash porn battle.
DCU: CASSIE / ROSE; Too Far, Golden Lasso.
Cassie held her mother’s present in her hand in the same way a member of the bomb squad might hold something that can go BOOM at any moment.
“Mom, are you sure this is my gift and not something you bought for… something else?”
Cassie’s mother, Helena, was not known for playing coy or for allowing other people to play coy with her. “Cassandra, I think we can start acting like adults now, please.”
“I didn’t think giving these things around was part of being an adult, mom,” said Cassie waving the gift in front of her mother’s face.
“Cassandra, I was your age once, and I know that you might start getting curious about your body.”
“Mom, let’s please not have this conversation or I might have to ask Cissie to recommend me a good shrink. Inducing this much trauma has to count as a form of abuse.”
“I wish my own mother had been as liberal and open minded as I am with you, young girl.”
“Normally I appreciate that, but right this second I think I prefer Grandma's ways,” said Cassie as she presented the gift with both hand to her mother. “What kind of birthday present is this? What mom gives this to a daughter? Just look at it!”
“Let’s call it by its name, Cassandra.”
“I have to give it a name? I don’t think I am ready to name this thing. ‘Raul’ perhaps?”
“No, I mean we should stop calling it just ‘it’ or ‘this’. Let’s just call it what it is, a vibrator.”
“I have a list of words I thought I would never hear from you, mom; and you have started from the top. Something tells me I am going to hear a lot more of those today.”
“Well, good. It’s good for families to speak openly about certain subjects.”
“I am not convinced we should even speak about this, but we are not only speaking; you just gave me a… you know.”
“A vibrator,” said her mother with exemplary stoicism.
“Exactly. Mom, you and I know I was not made to live inside a nunnery, but what kind of hobbies do you think I have that I would need one of these things?”
“Honey, I honestly hope masturbation is not your hobby. It would look awful in your application for Ivy University. But masturbation is very natural, and--”
“Stop, right there, mother!” interrupted Cassie with the same vigor a young, heroic lawyer in a John Grisham book might use to say I object!. “I really don’t want to hear that.”
Helena was not going to show mercy today. “I do it, Cassie. I, your mother, masturbate.”
“EEEEEWWWWWWWW,” was all Cassie said as she made a cross with her fingers and pointed it at her mother. Helena failed to hiss, turn into a bat and fly away, since she wasn’t a vampire.
“Cassie, despite your overreaction I am quite sure you do it too.”
“Even if I do, and I am not saying I actually do, I don’t go around sharing it! I properly keep it as the shameful secret it is.”
“Fine, but do keep the gift. At your age, I prefer you experiment with plastic and not with real boys.”
“I’ll take it with me, only because I know you’ll try to mail it otherwise and Cyborg screens the mail. I sure don’t want to have this conversation with him either.”
“Good, now that the whole thing is settled, let’s but the cake, shall we?”
***
It had been three hours since her meeting with her mother. Despite her recent conversation, Cassie missed her mother and wished to spend more time with her. Ever since the Amazons attacked Washington, they have had to live separately. She knew it was all just a matter of time; she just had to lay low until someone else attacked and everybody hated them instead.
Cassie was true to her word and carried her mother’s birthday gift inside her purse. As she walked into the Titan’s tower, she suddenly understood what people smuggling drugs felt like. What if they checked her purse? Nobody ever does, but things always happen in the worst possible day. But no, Cassie walked right in, said “Hi” to Eddie, Marvin or whoever the hell was down in the lobby. Who cares? Cassie just wanted to get up to her room as quickly as possible. For all she knew she just said Hi to Trigon, Deathstroke and Brother Blood while they murdered all her teammates.
Finally, the holy sanctity of one’s own bedroom enveloped Cassie. She was in a safe place now and the door was locked. Finally the object could be removed from the purse and hid where nobody could find it. Cassie grabbed it with her hand and decided to examine it a bit more. It was rather small now that she could calmly look at it. Cassie didn’t know much about penises, but it sure was smaller than Kon’s. It didn’t look like a penis at all, more like a bullet’s big brother. It was painted pink. Probably her mom picked the least threatening looking vibrator she could find. Cassie wondered what kind of vibrator her mom owned. She wondered if it was like the one in her hand, or perhaps she had gone moved on to something more advanced. She wondered why in hell’s name she was even thinking about such things and then started hitting herself in the head to make the awful thoughts go away. Mommies shouldn’t masturbate, she thought. After they give birth to a baby, the vagina must die and never work again. Of this, she was certain. I wonder what this feels like, she thought. The thought, of course, surprised her. Minutes ago she hated the object in question, but now she was in a safe place where she could do as she pleased. Her mom was right about one thing at least, she had done it before. That poster of Captain Marvel Jr. she had in her room was not there just for decoration… sometimes. She turned on the vibrator and felt the tip with the palm of her hand. The soft humming of the device filled the room like empty music.
What could go wrong?
Cassie lied down on her bed. She removed her top, her bra and her jeans. With one hand she played with her breasts and with the other she held the vibrator. She touched her nipple with the tip of the vibrator. Well, that felt good, she thought. She kept caressing herself and began to fantasize about Kon. She always felt silly doing that. She put the vibrator between her breasts and them held them close together, pushing them with her hands. No more need for foreplay. She doubted the vibrator would complain. Cassie slid her panties off. No need to insert it right away, she just held it against her clitoris. It felt so good. Cassie surprised herself with a soft moan she couldn’t keep to herself. The door was locked and it was her room, but she wasn’t sure the walls where a hundred percent soundproof like cyborg said. She kept rubbing her new toy against herself. It truly was a complete new sensation. She stopped. She didn’t want it to end so quickly, not while she still had other things to try. Separating her legs she carefully slipped the vibrator inside her. She hated herself for even thinking about it, but it was a lot easier for her to find her G-spot than it was for Kon. But he tried really hard and finally got it, she gave him that. Not to mention that Kon was warmer and more attentive than the vibrator. And to finish the comparison, who is Cassie going to cuddle after she finishes? Advantage: Kon.
But the vibrating toy was not bad at all.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Cassie suddenly remembered the Clockwork Orange movie. She really should stop thinking stupid things while she did this. She was reaching the end of the line and it felt wonderful.
Suddenly a sound replaced the gentle humming of the toy. It was the unmistakable sound of the door opening and the world ending.
“Oh, shit!” yelled Cassie as she covered herself with her with a pillow. How did she open the door? It was locked! The worst thing possible at the worst possible time. Cassie would have preferred anyone in the world barging into her room right at that moment. Tim. Oh, Tim entering through that room would have been wonderful! He would have seen her and would have immediately removed his clothes with ninja speed. Finally that boy would have lost his virginity. Zeus knows it was been long enough. Or at least that’s what Cassie preferred to believe; part of her knew Tim would have apologized and gone back to his room to brood. Blue Beetle? Cassie wondered if the term ‘cabana boy’ was racist. Is racism lessened with some oral sex? Maybe. Kid Devil? Kid Devil was too chickenshit to do anything even if handed to him on a silver platter. He would have seen Cassie playing with herself, he would have apologized, cried and then he would have run to his room to pathetically masturbate like a chimp. God, I hate that loser, she thought. Miss Martian? Well, her Martian body offered certain unique possibilities, and she was always eager to learn the ways of humans. That would have been interesting. Marvin or Wendy? Do they ever separate? Conjoined twins spend more time away from siblings than those too. And wherever they go that stupid dog of theirs goes. Frankly, incest and bestiality was not things she wanted to try to Marvin and Wendy would have been tossed out of the window. And the stupid dog too. But it was none of them standing at the door right at that moment. It was HER.
Cassie studied Rose’s face; she knew her reptilian brain was thinking of all the possibilities, of all the cruelties she could unleash, of all the things she could gain. Rose remained silent and smiling and she closed the door behind her.
“That’s how I wanted to catch you, Miss Holier than thou,” said Rose. “You are always pretending to be better than the rest of us, but it looks like you are not as pure and holy as you pretend.”
“I have never pretended to be better than anyone, Rose; you are just delusional. How did you get in?”
“I stole the emergency passwords from Marvin. For a genius, he is not a very smart boy. It was just sheer luck I happened to be walking outside your room when I heard some very interesting sounds coming from here. Why, I just knew something I had to see was going on.”
“Well, you saw it. Now go away.”
“So soon? But I just got here and I don’t think the show is over yet.”
“It’s a private function and it’s not going to continue with you here, now do kindly fuck off.”
“Really? But I was interesting in helping.”
Wilco-Tango-Foxtrot? Did Cassie really hear what she thinks she just heard? Is it a trap? Is she just teasing? Cassie knew that sometimes the line between love and hate were very thin. Perhaps Rose being the queen of all bitches with her was her version of little boys pulling the hair of the girls they like. It was entirely possible.
Rose just kept staring at Cassie, perhaps waiting for a reaction. “You don’t want my help… the one time I offer it?”
She and Rose? Cassie had been curious, not only about her body like her mother had said, but also about other people’s bodies including certain female bodies. She had thought of experimenting with her friends, but never found the courage. Even so, she was not sure where to go: Even if Cissie was curious too, she lived to deny herself any form of happiness; Greta only had eyes for Robin; Kara was too close to Kon for comfort, it would have been just weird; and Anita… well, Anita was the safest bet, but Cassie wondered if she was being unfair with her. After all, just because Anita liked to be naked often doesn’t mean she liked to have sex with anything in her field of vision.
Rose folded her arms; she seemed to start getting impatient. “I guess you need a visual aid, just so you know what you’ll be missing if you kick me out,” she said right before removing her t-shirt. The lack of bra didn’t surprise Cassie. Rose began to fondle her own breasts. Cassie never knew nipples could be that pale.
“And what makes you think I am into girls, Rose?” Cassie could notice the question almost made Rose laugh.
“Oh please, you are an Amazon. I bet Wonder Woman has taken you to Super Lesbian Island already.”
“Themyscira is not like that!” replied Cassie even though she darn well knew it was exactly like that. The only reason she ever managed to leave the island a virgin the first time was because Diana had told the others to keep their hand to themselves or she would personally drag them to Hades itself. Diana was a bit of a party pooper.
“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to your very heterosexual masturbation then,” said Rose and began to walk to the door. She only took two steps.
“Wait!” said Cassie louder than she intended. “Maybe… just maybe… I am a little curious.”
Rose looked at Cassie over her shoulder. Her smile scared Cassie for a second. “Curious? Oh, curious is a fine thing to be.” She walked towards the bed again and with agonizingly slow speed she unzipped her pants and dropped them. Her panties where black and had a little pirate skull in the front. With that and her eye-patch she looked like a cute pornographic pirate.
“We won’t be needing this to satisfy your curiosity,” Rose said as she picked and tossed away the pillow Cassie was using to cover herself.
Cassie was transfixed at how quickly rose had taken over control of the situation. Roses’ hand meanwhile had found its way to Cassie’s pubic hairs. Rose stroke her hair.
“I see you are a real blondie. I guess I lost that bet with Eddie,” said Rose.
“And you?”
Rose smirked and pulled down her panties. “All natural colors,” she said.
Cassie sat at the edge of the bed and began to kiss Rose’s stomach, her hands caressed Rose’s buttocks and back. Rose only petted Cassie’s head. Cassie’s hands wanted to touch everything and quickly one of them found itself between Rose’s legs. It surprised Cassie how strange it felt to touch another girl’s genitals. Technically the same, but it felt so different. Rose gently pushed Cassie back into the center of the bed and made her lie down as she climbed over her. It scared Cassie to remember how intimate the act was, it’s always more than one imagines, no matter the experience. Cassie could feel Rose’s skin on top of hers, feeling her with several parts of her body at once. The skin was smooth and her muscles were hard. They kissed passionately. Rose’s hands were all over her. She grabbed her ass hard, but Cassie didn’t mind. Rose felt very different from Kon and not only in the obvious. Kon was shy, he had never done it before and there was a certain charm to his inexperience. Cassie remembered he looked at her straight in the eyes before trying or touching anything, seeking approval. Rose just went in and grabbed what she wanted. Kon was careful, and he never touched her too hard worried that he might hurt her in any way. Rose was more… Cassie was not sure what word to use. She thought about the word passionate, but that’s not correct.
Violent. Violent is the word.
Rose stopped. Cassie waited.
“Do you want to eat me?” Rose asked.
Cassie simply nodded and tried to put herself into a position to do what Rose wanted, but Rose stopped her.
“Wait!” she said. “I think I have an idea. Do you have your magic lasso around?”
“Of course, but what can we do with that?”
“I want you to tie me up, silly.”
Now that’s a kink she never imagined Rose having. Tying other people up, sure, but never herself.
“I have it right here,” said Cassie as she stood up and opened a trunk. The golden lasso shined with it’s own light and brightened the room when taken out of its resting place. “How do you want to be tied up?”
“Just tie me to the bed.”
Cassie did, in such way that Rose’s legs were kept apart. It wasn’t very complicated; the lasso did all the job by itself.
Cassie had never orally pleasured a girl before, and wasn’t sure how to begin, so she started with her fingers and played with Rose’s clit. Then she gave it a little lick, just to see what that felt like. Encouraged my Rose’s moan, she got more playful and closer to Rose’s crotch.
“I see they have trained you well in Paradise Island,” said Rose.
“Don’t be silly, this is the first time I do this.”
“You could have fooled me. Now don’t talk unless you are doing it with your mouth glued to my pussy.”
Cassie got back to her task and with her mouth worked all over Rose’s pinkest parts. Rose moans got louder.
“Oh, yes. Oh God yes!” Rose said. Her body was squirming with delight as she approached the climax. Finally, she was done. Her last utterance sounded more like a whimper than a scream of joy. She was breathing heavily while Cassie removed the lasso. “I guess it’s your turn now,” she said.
“Miss Holier than thou, I think it’s time to make you even less holy.”
Rose tied Cassie up to the bed, just like she had been tied up before. Rose didn’t go directly to her lover’s genitalia however, and she began to tease a nipple with her finger. Cassie giggled, it felt a bit ticklish. When the nipple got hard, Rose covered it with her mouth. Cassie moaned and regretted not paying much attention to Rose’s tits when it was her turn. Rose bit the nipple gently but hard enough that Cassie felt it. It hurt and it felt good at the same time.
Rose found the forgotten vibrator. “Well, well, well, this looks like it will come handy here.”
Rose turned it on and the familiar humming began again. She passed it all over Cassie’s body, teasing her. “Don’t worry, I know exactly where you want it.”
Cassie gasped as Rose inserted it into her body. Rose didn’t only put it in and out; she also twisted it and spun it. Rose added her tongue into the equation. Her licks added to the vibrator drove Cassie wild.
And for her final trick, Rose covered the area around Cassie’s clit with her lips and began to suck. Cassie moaned and squirmed. Her body was moving on it’s own now.
“Oh God,” is what Cassie said, and she was done. Cassie was breathing like a man who had almost drowned, and she had sweated. She couldn’t believe Rose made her sweat. “That was amazing. Rose, I think you have gone from archnemesis to my list of favorite people in just a few minutes.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Rose replied. “Cassie, have you heard the fable of the scorpion that tried to cross a river? It’s about a scorpion that convinces a frog or some other animal that swims pretty good to carry him to the other shore. The current is very strong and the scorpion stings the poor dumb animal. The frog or whatever it was asks ‘Scorpion, what the hell are you doing? You are going to drown us both’. The scorpion just says ‘Hey, I am a scorpion. What the hell did you think I was going to do?’”
Cassie did not reply, she was still thinking what the story had to do with anything.
“Well, Cassie, I am a bit like the Scorpion.” Rose grabbed her pants from the floor and from one of the pockets she pulled out a small explosive. She set it on top of Cassie’s TV. Rose jumped away for cover. The explosion was not big, but it totaled the TV and the tower’s alarms began to sing their horrible song.
At this point Cassie noticed Rose was not going to untie her, or even remove the vibrator.
Rose, with her clothes on one hand, blew a kiss at Cassie. “too-de-loo,” she said as she waved her fingers to say goodbye.
A thousand scenarios of revenge passed through Cassie’s mind. Boiled alive, eaten by ants, pushed into a volcano, punched to death, electrocuted, eviscerated, maimed and killed. Rose had gone too far, way too far. The war had gone nuclear. Defcom Five. Unleash the dogs of war!
But today the day belongs to Rose, who had won and retired out of the game in time. There was nothing to do. Footsteps reached Cassie’s ears. Somebody was coming to see what set off the alarm. With luck it will be Tim. Oh Zeus, please let it be Tim.
THE END.
I took two prompts and made one story. I hope there is not a problem with that. The story got a bit too large. I think I suck at really, really short fiction. I just get carried away. Yes, it’s 3571 words, but it’s 3571 porny words about Cassie and Rose, and that has to count for something! I have no clue who wrote those prompts and that pairing, but whoever you are, enjoy.
This is the porniest thing I have ver written, which doesn't mean much because this is the first time I wrte any, but it's kinda dirty and it scares me that I wrote it.
Title: Crossing Rivers.
Fandom: DC Comics, Teen Titans.
Rating: XXX
Characters/Pairing: Cassie / Rose.
Word Count: 3571.
Summary: Written for the DCU Femlash porn battle.
DCU: CASSIE / ROSE; Too Far, Golden Lasso.
Cassie held her mother’s present in her hand in the same way a member of the bomb squad might hold something that can go BOOM at any moment.
“Mom, are you sure this is my gift and not something you bought for… something else?”
Cassie’s mother, Helena, was not known for playing coy or for allowing other people to play coy with her. “Cassandra, I think we can start acting like adults now, please.”
“I didn’t think giving these things around was part of being an adult, mom,” said Cassie waving the gift in front of her mother’s face.
“Cassandra, I was your age once, and I know that you might start getting curious about your body.”
“Mom, let’s please not have this conversation or I might have to ask Cissie to recommend me a good shrink. Inducing this much trauma has to count as a form of abuse.”
“I wish my own mother had been as liberal and open minded as I am with you, young girl.”
“Normally I appreciate that, but right this second I think I prefer Grandma's ways,” said Cassie as she presented the gift with both hand to her mother. “What kind of birthday present is this? What mom gives this to a daughter? Just look at it!”
“Let’s call it by its name, Cassandra.”
“I have to give it a name? I don’t think I am ready to name this thing. ‘Raul’ perhaps?”
“No, I mean we should stop calling it just ‘it’ or ‘this’. Let’s just call it what it is, a vibrator.”
“I have a list of words I thought I would never hear from you, mom; and you have started from the top. Something tells me I am going to hear a lot more of those today.”
“Well, good. It’s good for families to speak openly about certain subjects.”
“I am not convinced we should even speak about this, but we are not only speaking; you just gave me a… you know.”
“A vibrator,” said her mother with exemplary stoicism.
“Exactly. Mom, you and I know I was not made to live inside a nunnery, but what kind of hobbies do you think I have that I would need one of these things?”
“Honey, I honestly hope masturbation is not your hobby. It would look awful in your application for Ivy University. But masturbation is very natural, and--”
“Stop, right there, mother!” interrupted Cassie with the same vigor a young, heroic lawyer in a John Grisham book might use to say I object!. “I really don’t want to hear that.”
Helena was not going to show mercy today. “I do it, Cassie. I, your mother, masturbate.”
“EEEEEWWWWWWWW,” was all Cassie said as she made a cross with her fingers and pointed it at her mother. Helena failed to hiss, turn into a bat and fly away, since she wasn’t a vampire.
“Cassie, despite your overreaction I am quite sure you do it too.”
“Even if I do, and I am not saying I actually do, I don’t go around sharing it! I properly keep it as the shameful secret it is.”
“Fine, but do keep the gift. At your age, I prefer you experiment with plastic and not with real boys.”
“I’ll take it with me, only because I know you’ll try to mail it otherwise and Cyborg screens the mail. I sure don’t want to have this conversation with him either.”
“Good, now that the whole thing is settled, let’s but the cake, shall we?”
***
It had been three hours since her meeting with her mother. Despite her recent conversation, Cassie missed her mother and wished to spend more time with her. Ever since the Amazons attacked Washington, they have had to live separately. She knew it was all just a matter of time; she just had to lay low until someone else attacked and everybody hated them instead.
Cassie was true to her word and carried her mother’s birthday gift inside her purse. As she walked into the Titan’s tower, she suddenly understood what people smuggling drugs felt like. What if they checked her purse? Nobody ever does, but things always happen in the worst possible day. But no, Cassie walked right in, said “Hi” to Eddie, Marvin or whoever the hell was down in the lobby. Who cares? Cassie just wanted to get up to her room as quickly as possible. For all she knew she just said Hi to Trigon, Deathstroke and Brother Blood while they murdered all her teammates.
Finally, the holy sanctity of one’s own bedroom enveloped Cassie. She was in a safe place now and the door was locked. Finally the object could be removed from the purse and hid where nobody could find it. Cassie grabbed it with her hand and decided to examine it a bit more. It was rather small now that she could calmly look at it. Cassie didn’t know much about penises, but it sure was smaller than Kon’s. It didn’t look like a penis at all, more like a bullet’s big brother. It was painted pink. Probably her mom picked the least threatening looking vibrator she could find. Cassie wondered what kind of vibrator her mom owned. She wondered if it was like the one in her hand, or perhaps she had gone moved on to something more advanced. She wondered why in hell’s name she was even thinking about such things and then started hitting herself in the head to make the awful thoughts go away. Mommies shouldn’t masturbate, she thought. After they give birth to a baby, the vagina must die and never work again. Of this, she was certain. I wonder what this feels like, she thought. The thought, of course, surprised her. Minutes ago she hated the object in question, but now she was in a safe place where she could do as she pleased. Her mom was right about one thing at least, she had done it before. That poster of Captain Marvel Jr. she had in her room was not there just for decoration… sometimes. She turned on the vibrator and felt the tip with the palm of her hand. The soft humming of the device filled the room like empty music.
What could go wrong?
Cassie lied down on her bed. She removed her top, her bra and her jeans. With one hand she played with her breasts and with the other she held the vibrator. She touched her nipple with the tip of the vibrator. Well, that felt good, she thought. She kept caressing herself and began to fantasize about Kon. She always felt silly doing that. She put the vibrator between her breasts and them held them close together, pushing them with her hands. No more need for foreplay. She doubted the vibrator would complain. Cassie slid her panties off. No need to insert it right away, she just held it against her clitoris. It felt so good. Cassie surprised herself with a soft moan she couldn’t keep to herself. The door was locked and it was her room, but she wasn’t sure the walls where a hundred percent soundproof like cyborg said. She kept rubbing her new toy against herself. It truly was a complete new sensation. She stopped. She didn’t want it to end so quickly, not while she still had other things to try. Separating her legs she carefully slipped the vibrator inside her. She hated herself for even thinking about it, but it was a lot easier for her to find her G-spot than it was for Kon. But he tried really hard and finally got it, she gave him that. Not to mention that Kon was warmer and more attentive than the vibrator. And to finish the comparison, who is Cassie going to cuddle after she finishes? Advantage: Kon.
But the vibrating toy was not bad at all.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Cassie suddenly remembered the Clockwork Orange movie. She really should stop thinking stupid things while she did this. She was reaching the end of the line and it felt wonderful.
Suddenly a sound replaced the gentle humming of the toy. It was the unmistakable sound of the door opening and the world ending.
“Oh, shit!” yelled Cassie as she covered herself with her with a pillow. How did she open the door? It was locked! The worst thing possible at the worst possible time. Cassie would have preferred anyone in the world barging into her room right at that moment. Tim. Oh, Tim entering through that room would have been wonderful! He would have seen her and would have immediately removed his clothes with ninja speed. Finally that boy would have lost his virginity. Zeus knows it was been long enough. Or at least that’s what Cassie preferred to believe; part of her knew Tim would have apologized and gone back to his room to brood. Blue Beetle? Cassie wondered if the term ‘cabana boy’ was racist. Is racism lessened with some oral sex? Maybe. Kid Devil? Kid Devil was too chickenshit to do anything even if handed to him on a silver platter. He would have seen Cassie playing with herself, he would have apologized, cried and then he would have run to his room to pathetically masturbate like a chimp. God, I hate that loser, she thought. Miss Martian? Well, her Martian body offered certain unique possibilities, and she was always eager to learn the ways of humans. That would have been interesting. Marvin or Wendy? Do they ever separate? Conjoined twins spend more time away from siblings than those too. And wherever they go that stupid dog of theirs goes. Frankly, incest and bestiality was not things she wanted to try to Marvin and Wendy would have been tossed out of the window. And the stupid dog too. But it was none of them standing at the door right at that moment. It was HER.
Cassie studied Rose’s face; she knew her reptilian brain was thinking of all the possibilities, of all the cruelties she could unleash, of all the things she could gain. Rose remained silent and smiling and she closed the door behind her.
“That’s how I wanted to catch you, Miss Holier than thou,” said Rose. “You are always pretending to be better than the rest of us, but it looks like you are not as pure and holy as you pretend.”
“I have never pretended to be better than anyone, Rose; you are just delusional. How did you get in?”
“I stole the emergency passwords from Marvin. For a genius, he is not a very smart boy. It was just sheer luck I happened to be walking outside your room when I heard some very interesting sounds coming from here. Why, I just knew something I had to see was going on.”
“Well, you saw it. Now go away.”
“So soon? But I just got here and I don’t think the show is over yet.”
“It’s a private function and it’s not going to continue with you here, now do kindly fuck off.”
“Really? But I was interesting in helping.”
Wilco-Tango-Foxtrot? Did Cassie really hear what she thinks she just heard? Is it a trap? Is she just teasing? Cassie knew that sometimes the line between love and hate were very thin. Perhaps Rose being the queen of all bitches with her was her version of little boys pulling the hair of the girls they like. It was entirely possible.
Rose just kept staring at Cassie, perhaps waiting for a reaction. “You don’t want my help… the one time I offer it?”
She and Rose? Cassie had been curious, not only about her body like her mother had said, but also about other people’s bodies including certain female bodies. She had thought of experimenting with her friends, but never found the courage. Even so, she was not sure where to go: Even if Cissie was curious too, she lived to deny herself any form of happiness; Greta only had eyes for Robin; Kara was too close to Kon for comfort, it would have been just weird; and Anita… well, Anita was the safest bet, but Cassie wondered if she was being unfair with her. After all, just because Anita liked to be naked often doesn’t mean she liked to have sex with anything in her field of vision.
Rose folded her arms; she seemed to start getting impatient. “I guess you need a visual aid, just so you know what you’ll be missing if you kick me out,” she said right before removing her t-shirt. The lack of bra didn’t surprise Cassie. Rose began to fondle her own breasts. Cassie never knew nipples could be that pale.
“And what makes you think I am into girls, Rose?” Cassie could notice the question almost made Rose laugh.
“Oh please, you are an Amazon. I bet Wonder Woman has taken you to Super Lesbian Island already.”
“Themyscira is not like that!” replied Cassie even though she darn well knew it was exactly like that. The only reason she ever managed to leave the island a virgin the first time was because Diana had told the others to keep their hand to themselves or she would personally drag them to Hades itself. Diana was a bit of a party pooper.
“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to your very heterosexual masturbation then,” said Rose and began to walk to the door. She only took two steps.
“Wait!” said Cassie louder than she intended. “Maybe… just maybe… I am a little curious.”
Rose looked at Cassie over her shoulder. Her smile scared Cassie for a second. “Curious? Oh, curious is a fine thing to be.” She walked towards the bed again and with agonizingly slow speed she unzipped her pants and dropped them. Her panties where black and had a little pirate skull in the front. With that and her eye-patch she looked like a cute pornographic pirate.
“We won’t be needing this to satisfy your curiosity,” Rose said as she picked and tossed away the pillow Cassie was using to cover herself.
Cassie was transfixed at how quickly rose had taken over control of the situation. Roses’ hand meanwhile had found its way to Cassie’s pubic hairs. Rose stroke her hair.
“I see you are a real blondie. I guess I lost that bet with Eddie,” said Rose.
“And you?”
Rose smirked and pulled down her panties. “All natural colors,” she said.
Cassie sat at the edge of the bed and began to kiss Rose’s stomach, her hands caressed Rose’s buttocks and back. Rose only petted Cassie’s head. Cassie’s hands wanted to touch everything and quickly one of them found itself between Rose’s legs. It surprised Cassie how strange it felt to touch another girl’s genitals. Technically the same, but it felt so different. Rose gently pushed Cassie back into the center of the bed and made her lie down as she climbed over her. It scared Cassie to remember how intimate the act was, it’s always more than one imagines, no matter the experience. Cassie could feel Rose’s skin on top of hers, feeling her with several parts of her body at once. The skin was smooth and her muscles were hard. They kissed passionately. Rose’s hands were all over her. She grabbed her ass hard, but Cassie didn’t mind. Rose felt very different from Kon and not only in the obvious. Kon was shy, he had never done it before and there was a certain charm to his inexperience. Cassie remembered he looked at her straight in the eyes before trying or touching anything, seeking approval. Rose just went in and grabbed what she wanted. Kon was careful, and he never touched her too hard worried that he might hurt her in any way. Rose was more… Cassie was not sure what word to use. She thought about the word passionate, but that’s not correct.
Violent. Violent is the word.
Rose stopped. Cassie waited.
“Do you want to eat me?” Rose asked.
Cassie simply nodded and tried to put herself into a position to do what Rose wanted, but Rose stopped her.
“Wait!” she said. “I think I have an idea. Do you have your magic lasso around?”
“Of course, but what can we do with that?”
“I want you to tie me up, silly.”
Now that’s a kink she never imagined Rose having. Tying other people up, sure, but never herself.
“I have it right here,” said Cassie as she stood up and opened a trunk. The golden lasso shined with it’s own light and brightened the room when taken out of its resting place. “How do you want to be tied up?”
“Just tie me to the bed.”
Cassie did, in such way that Rose’s legs were kept apart. It wasn’t very complicated; the lasso did all the job by itself.
Cassie had never orally pleasured a girl before, and wasn’t sure how to begin, so she started with her fingers and played with Rose’s clit. Then she gave it a little lick, just to see what that felt like. Encouraged my Rose’s moan, she got more playful and closer to Rose’s crotch.
“I see they have trained you well in Paradise Island,” said Rose.
“Don’t be silly, this is the first time I do this.”
“You could have fooled me. Now don’t talk unless you are doing it with your mouth glued to my pussy.”
Cassie got back to her task and with her mouth worked all over Rose’s pinkest parts. Rose moans got louder.
“Oh, yes. Oh God yes!” Rose said. Her body was squirming with delight as she approached the climax. Finally, she was done. Her last utterance sounded more like a whimper than a scream of joy. She was breathing heavily while Cassie removed the lasso. “I guess it’s your turn now,” she said.
“Miss Holier than thou, I think it’s time to make you even less holy.”
Rose tied Cassie up to the bed, just like she had been tied up before. Rose didn’t go directly to her lover’s genitalia however, and she began to tease a nipple with her finger. Cassie giggled, it felt a bit ticklish. When the nipple got hard, Rose covered it with her mouth. Cassie moaned and regretted not paying much attention to Rose’s tits when it was her turn. Rose bit the nipple gently but hard enough that Cassie felt it. It hurt and it felt good at the same time.
Rose found the forgotten vibrator. “Well, well, well, this looks like it will come handy here.”
Rose turned it on and the familiar humming began again. She passed it all over Cassie’s body, teasing her. “Don’t worry, I know exactly where you want it.”
Cassie gasped as Rose inserted it into her body. Rose didn’t only put it in and out; she also twisted it and spun it. Rose added her tongue into the equation. Her licks added to the vibrator drove Cassie wild.
And for her final trick, Rose covered the area around Cassie’s clit with her lips and began to suck. Cassie moaned and squirmed. Her body was moving on it’s own now.
“Oh God,” is what Cassie said, and she was done. Cassie was breathing like a man who had almost drowned, and she had sweated. She couldn’t believe Rose made her sweat. “That was amazing. Rose, I think you have gone from archnemesis to my list of favorite people in just a few minutes.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Rose replied. “Cassie, have you heard the fable of the scorpion that tried to cross a river? It’s about a scorpion that convinces a frog or some other animal that swims pretty good to carry him to the other shore. The current is very strong and the scorpion stings the poor dumb animal. The frog or whatever it was asks ‘Scorpion, what the hell are you doing? You are going to drown us both’. The scorpion just says ‘Hey, I am a scorpion. What the hell did you think I was going to do?’”
Cassie did not reply, she was still thinking what the story had to do with anything.
“Well, Cassie, I am a bit like the Scorpion.” Rose grabbed her pants from the floor and from one of the pockets she pulled out a small explosive. She set it on top of Cassie’s TV. Rose jumped away for cover. The explosion was not big, but it totaled the TV and the tower’s alarms began to sing their horrible song.
At this point Cassie noticed Rose was not going to untie her, or even remove the vibrator.
Rose, with her clothes on one hand, blew a kiss at Cassie. “too-de-loo,” she said as she waved her fingers to say goodbye.
A thousand scenarios of revenge passed through Cassie’s mind. Boiled alive, eaten by ants, pushed into a volcano, punched to death, electrocuted, eviscerated, maimed and killed. Rose had gone too far, way too far. The war had gone nuclear. Defcom Five. Unleash the dogs of war!
But today the day belongs to Rose, who had won and retired out of the game in time. There was nothing to do. Footsteps reached Cassie’s ears. Somebody was coming to see what set off the alarm. With luck it will be Tim. Oh Zeus, please let it be Tim.
THE END.