Prompt 3 - Shakedown, Takedown - our_magic_place

[her_own_sword]

No matter how the race is run it always ends the same.
Another room without a view awaits downtown.
You can shake me for a while,
live it up in style.
No matter what you do I'm gonna take you down.The Longchamp Racecourse in Paris is home to some of the most famous races in Europe. The Prix La Force, run in the Spring of each year, is not one of

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[her_own_sword]

"Oh, I remember. I remember your brother, and his filthy stench. You Huns, thinking you had the right." Her voice was hoarse, thanks to the pressure on her throat and her demonic rage threatening to unleash. "Scum. You thought you were as good as we were." With surprising strength, she struck at his face with her fists, as her knee came up towards his groin. "LET GO OF ME! I won't let you defile me with your gutter, peasant touch."

Cody looked at him, for a moment, her brown eyes pleading with his for help, before she spat in his face. Tullia was fighting for control of Cody Jean, and trying to fight this assault that she found worse than death. She pushed against his hands, twisting and thrashing her body, the body she was possessing, away from him in vain, though every movement caused his grip on her throat to tighten. "I am not your little whore, Hsu Danmei! Attila! Let go of me! I will NOT be had by you!"

For just a moment, there was a flare of emerald green in those eyes, and a laugh that Hsu would remember, before it was gone like a whisp of smoke. Then Tullia fought harder, because she didn't care what damage was done to the young Immortal who had taken her head. All she cared about now was the shame of being fucked by a Hun, raped by the invader who slaughtered her people and who she had despised for centuries. She would force him to destroy his little protege, before she would be defiled by him. In rage, she spit at him again, and clawed towards his face.

[civ_barbarian]

With little effort, Hsu avoided her fists and blocked her attempt to knee him in the groin with his leg. He had hoped for something a little less unpredictable from one so old in dealing with him, a man well used to taking by force. "At least we shared the same opinion of Bleda, but even he was better that what Rome was. Not that I'm here to discuss ancient history, only that a bitch like you could twist your hatred of me into joining forces with those that would destroy all our kind."

He let her thrash, enough to let her think she might stand a chance of getting away, but not enough to actually let her. "Oh, you will be had by me, unless you accept your defeat and give this body back to the rightful winner." Yes, he had seen that flash of brown in her eyes and knew Cody was still very much there, if confused and frightened at what was happening. He also hoped that she would figure out what he was doing. Raping Tullia, humiliating her in the worst way possible as far as she was concerned might distract her enough to allow this battle to be fought on two fronts and give Cody the opportunity to reclaim her body.

He didn't care about hurting Cody, it was just her body, after all, and she would heal. She would understand that. Shaming Tullia was far more damaging. The spittle from when she spat at him ran down his cheek, and just before she would have reached his face with her claws, he grabbed her wrist, twisting her body around, holding her back against him as he practically carried her to the wall of the balcony. No matter how hard she struggled, he was still stronger. He forced her to bend over as one hand pressed her neck down. Each time she lashed out at him with feet or hands, he hit her. "Keep doing this, Tullia, it only fires my blood more." The Cody's pants came the rest of the way off as he undid his own, releasing his cock and kicking her legs wide.

[her_own_sword]

Tullia was raging inside Cody's body, struggling to maintain control over the young, inexperienced Immortal and still prevent the humiliation and scourge of being raped by her enemy. While to Cody, rape was just a tool of power, to Tullia, in this situation, it was worse than death, because of her social status and history.

In front of her eyes was the lit sight of the Lourve, a building younger than she. Tullia refused to give up, refused to be vanquished by Hsu Danmei and his disgusting little gutter whore. Cody's body was young and strong, and the breathing done in rasping gasps only fueled her outraged howls of fury. Looking over the railing, she fashioned a plan. Hsu had had one rape charge in the US, and a public scene here would bring unpleasant attention to the Immortal and his bank.

Plus, a death, a violent and horrific one, might finally put down the life force of Cody, and put Tullia firmly in charge. Let a public crowd find the broken body of the young girl, half naked, on the street below. With a roar, she threw her body...Cody's body...forward, and attempted to hurl herself over the ledge and down to the street of Paris below.

[civ_barbarian]

"No, you don't," Hsu said quiet calmly as Tullia tried to launch herself over the edge of the balcony. He had a firm grip on her, and what momentum she did manage to have, he pulled back, throwing her back down across the railing. "You think I don't know how to handle a piece of trash like you? You'd have to do a lot better."

He yanked her back from the balcony and pushed her face down onto the lounger. His hand held Cody by her hair, forcing her face into the thin cushioning as his body pinned hers down. He spread her legs open, savagely pulling aside the little bikini underwear, not even bothering to pull them off before ramming himself inside her. "You can scream, bitch. No one will come, and I'll like that."

[her_own_sword]

The battle inside her was so turbulent that it made her feel almost nauseated. Cody was struggling to rise, to push down the other. Tullia screamed in a manner that would have made anyone who could hear think that Hsu was boiling her alive or peeling the flesh from her body. The force with which he rammed inside of her pushed the air from her lungs, and she had to inhale sharply to scream again.

If she held on to Cody’s body, then this would be her fate. A lifetime of humiliation and torture by the hated warlord. If she let go? Death. She didn’t really know what might be on the other side of that chasm, but it was a better prospect than this. She knew that there would be no freedom or escape from Hsu Danmei, if she remained. At the same moment that she wavered, hesitated, Cody Jean asserted her own strength, reaching out with one hand to grasp his hand that was holding her hip, as though to anchor herself for one last internal shove to the force of the other woman. One released, the other advanced, much as in the battle they had done physically. In that last second before Tullia let go, Cody almost felt like she was staring at the woman, in her mind. She could see the centuries. Love. Fear. Loss. Cody hated her enemy, yes, but she also could see how one event, in her youth, had twisted her soul. It seemed an eternity that the two women faced each other.

And then Tullia let go.

Cody gasped, feeling as though something had punched the air from her, and her body went slack underneath Hsu’s. She was aware of his thrusts inside her, but she was drained mentally and emotionally for the moment, the battle overwhelming her. She realized how close she had come to losing, even after winning, and it frightened her. Cody’s fingers tightened on Hsu’s hand, seeking the reassurance of her mentor. Had he known she could win that fight, as well? Cody felt dizzy, and unbelievably thirsty, and at one with her mentor as he moved within her. His body inside her, over her, around her, made her feel safe and connected.

[civ_barbarian]

It was when he felt Cody's hand on his, holding it instead of clawing at it, that he knew his ward was fighting back and that the Roman bitch was losing ground. She so hated the thought of being his that she would rather give up the last trace of life. Well, that suited him just fine.

Then Cody went limp, and he did wonder as to who had won that final battle. In any case, he kept pounding her his own lust for power over both driving him closer to his climax. Only when he felt her hand squeeze his did he know for certain that Cody had won, and he threw his head back in triumph that she had overcome that bitch with his humiliation of her. With a loud groan, he came, his body shuddering as he held her hips tightly before slowly releasing his grip.

[her_own_sword]

When he groaned, and she felt him release her, Cody smiled a little, turning her head to look at him. It had been something new, unexpected, and frightening. But to win against such an enemy was a triumph that they did together, and she knew that no matter what other fights they might have in the future, this would remain as a sweet victory over someone who had done them both a lot of damage.

"Hsu..." Turning her body over, she looked up at him, with all the relief and gratitude in her eyes. Slowly, she stood, to move into his arms, needing to connect to him and keep that safe harbor feeling going. "I hate that bitch."