Heroes: "What You Really Want" (Candice/Sandra, R)
Title: What You Really Want
Author: airspaniel
Rating: R
Pairing: Candice Wilmer/Sandra Bennet
Word Count: 1502
Spoilers: "Parasite"
Warnings: dub-con girl on girl action
Notes: Written for rare_heroes Bondage challenge. And I swear that not every fic I'm writing for this comm has Sandra in it! ^_~ A sequel of sorts to my first Candice/Sandra fic, Shameless Hussy, this is what might have happened during that mysterious period of time before Candice's illusion at the end of the episode.
Summary: Primatech mindfuckery and dubiously consensual sex acts: they're not just for the boys anymore!
Sandra was disoriented, limbs held in place by some kinds of restraints at her ankles and wrists. She was lying on her back, slightly spread eagled, and the throbbing in her head suggested that she wasn’t here of her own volition.
Wherever here was.
The room was white and grey; everything was white and grey, the walls, the sheets on the table she was strapped to. She craned her neck upward, wincing at the effort. The cuffs that encircled her wrists were thick black leather.
Someone laughed, and she snapped her head toward the sound, ignoring the pain. It was that girl! Her husband’s new… partner.
Candice was still wearing that short little plaid skirt, and those leather boots that hugged her long legs so tightly. She crossed the room, smiling cryptically at the bound woman on the table.
Leaning over, practically forcing her cleavage in Sandra’s face, she considered the older woman. “What’s the matter, Mrs. B? Don’t like being tied up? I would have thought your hubby would be all over that.”
She laughed again, musical and cruel. “Or maybe he’s the one that likes being tied up. Having all that control deliciously stripped away…”
Sandra spit at her. “Where the hell is my son?” If they had taken her, then Lyle surely wouldn’t have stood a chance.
The air rippled and shone as the woman’s flippy brown hair turned shorter, strawberry-blonde, her features morphing seamlessly into a young boy.
“What are you talking about, Mom?” Lyle asked, all concern. “I’m right here.”
The illusion was so convincing, and Sandra felt tears well in her eyes. She twisted against her bonds. “Stop it. Just stop it right now!”
The laughing boy shimmered back into a laughing girl. “Don’t worry, Mrs. B. He’s just fine. Doesn’t even know anything is wrong, thanks to me.”
She sat down on the table, pressing her hip against the curve of Sandra’s waist. Her fingers came up to toy with the hem of the trapped woman’s tank top, tugging it slowly up, just grazing the soft skin underneath. The older woman stifled a gasp.
Candice planted her hands on either side of Sandra’s waist, bending down low over her exposed stomach. She blew a soft puff of air into her navel, and the woman flinched. Candice laughed again, a dark rumble in her chest.
“Ooh, that was fun.” She slid up the table, pressing her chest against the struggling torso beneath her. Her tongue darted out to taste the sweat shining on Mrs. Bennet’s collarbone, licking and kissing her way up that straining neck.
The other woman pulled at her restraints, but made no attempts to speak. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing hard, but she seemed almost resigned to her fate. A single choked noise escaped her lips as the aggressive younger woman nibbled on her earlobe.
“You miss me, Mrs. B?” Candice purred. “I know we didn’t have more than a moment last time.”
Their bodies were flush now, and Candice lifted a leg over, straddling Sandra’s hips.
Sandra was incensed, shaking with anger and frustration and that same indefinable something that had tugged at her when the woman had kissed her in her hotel room. When this… hussy had pretended to be Noah.
But she had still kissed back, even when she knew it wasn’t her husband. She shivered.
The woman on top of her sat back. “You cold?” Candice unbuttoned her black shirt, exposing the black lace push up bra she wore underneath. She slid her hands up Sandra’s sides, pulling her clothes up entirely, and exposing her bare breasts to the cool, clinical air.
Candice whistled. “Wow, Mrs. B, I hope I look just as good when I’m your age.”
“I’m not that damn old,” Sandra panted defiantly. Further protests were stifled in her throat as Candice gently caressed her chest, bringing her hot mouth down to close over a stiffening nipple.
Against her will, Sandra arched into the contact. She wished she had her hands free, her legs free, anything free so she could push this madwoman off.
She certainly didn’t want to be able to touch her back. Of course she didn’t.
As if she could read the woman’s mind, Candice pulled away, sliding a tender hand up the side of her captive’s face, running a hand through wild blond hair.
“You want me to let you go, Sandra? Want me to make all of this stop?”
Sandra hissed at the gentle touch, turning her head away. Candice took advantage of the movement, darting her face down to bite at her pulse. The hiss became a moan, as a hot tongue flicked out to soothe the injured flesh.
A harsh whisper in her ear, and Sandra couldn’t breathe. “You didn’t answer my question, Mrs. B.” Another nip to the throat, another stifled sigh. “You want me to stop?”
“If I said yes,” she spat, “would it make any difference at all?”
Candice stared at her in disbelief for a second and then burst into laughter, head buried in Sandra’s neck, full breasts heaving against the other woman’s. She propped her elbows up on Sandra’s chest, smiling at her widely.
“That’s why I like you, Mrs. B. You’re more than just a pretty face.” With that, she leaned in and kissed her captive, tongue swiping possessively over slightly parted lips. Sandra didn’t kiss back, not exactly, but she also didn’t fight the intruder in her mouth, letting the other woman aggressively explore her.
Candice was making hungry little noises in the back of her throat as she flicked her tongue teasingly against Sandra’s. Her hands roamed intimately over the trapped body beneath her, short nails scratching against the sensitive skin of the older woman’s ribs, cupping her breasts, one hand creeping lower to slip beneath the waistband of her pants.
“Oh god, stop! Please!” Sandra pleaded suddenly, feeling those long, maddening fingers teasing the thin cotton of her panties.
“Why?” Candice laughed, writhing against her. “Don’t you want me?” she mock-pouted, hand wandering lower between Sandra’s legs. She pressed her fingers hard against wet, fabric-clad heat and her prisoner bucked reflexively against her hand.
She laughed darkly, “Or do you want me too much?” Almost absently, she began rubbing little circles against the damp cotton.
Sandra’s eyes were tightly clenched shut, her voice a strained whisper. “I’m a married woman…”
The hand didn’t stop its insistent ministrations, even as it changed shape and texture. The transition was torture against her overstimulated flesh, and she whimpered aloud.
“I know, Sandy,” her husband’s voice mumbled soothingly, familiar lips pressing gentle kisses along her trembling stomach. “It’s all right.”
She couldn’t hold back the tears then, and she sobbed even as her body twisted further into the touch. “Please, don’t. Not him…” she muttered brokenly. “Candice, please!”
The woman reverted back to her usual self, and sped up her movements. “I like that,” she panted, breath hot against Sandra’s navel. “Say it again.”
The trapped woman pressed her lips together, not wanting to give her captor the satisfaction. She was close, though, very close, and she couldn’t decide whether it would be worse to beg, or for the determined hand to stop.
In response to her silence, Candice once again licked at her nipples, tonguing the sensitive nubs until Sandra had no choice but to arch her back and cry out.
“Candice! Candice, please!” She came hard, shuddering against the younger woman, wrists jerking hard against the leather cuffs.
Candice smirked, keeping her hand firmly in place, feeling Sandra’s pulse through her soaking wet panties.
“Since you asked so nicely,” she laughed, planting a parting kiss on that still heaving chest. “Maybe next time we can even get rid of these cuffs.” Sandra pressed her face against her bound arm, wanting to hide from the woman who had violated her so tenderly.
Candice disengaged, swinging her long legs over to stand once again beside the table. Her fingers, those nimble, desperate fingers made quick work of refastening her blouse. “Too bad I still have work to do.” She sighed theatrically, “It’s so hard being so talented, you know?”
She brushed a soft kiss over Sandra’s cheekbone and was at the door before the other woman could react.
“See ya, Mrs. B!” The air shimmered around her again, and Sandra was left, broken and breathless, staring at herself standing in the doorway.
“And don’t worry,” her own voice purred. “I’ll take really good care of Noah. You know how nice I can be.” She punctuated the sentence by darting her tongue out and tasting her fingertips. Her other hand paused at the light switch, and she threw a dark look back over her shoulder at the bound woman on the table.
“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back before you know it.” She flicked the lights off, and left the room, leaving Sandra trapped and confused in the darkness.
Sandra closed her eyes and did the only thing she could do. She prayed.
Author: airspaniel
Rating: R
Pairing: Candice Wilmer/Sandra Bennet
Word Count: 1502
Spoilers: "Parasite"
Warnings: dub-con girl on girl action
Notes: Written for rare_heroes Bondage challenge. And I swear that not every fic I'm writing for this comm has Sandra in it! ^_~ A sequel of sorts to my first Candice/Sandra fic, Shameless Hussy, this is what might have happened during that mysterious period of time before Candice's illusion at the end of the episode.
Summary: Primatech mindfuckery and dubiously consensual sex acts: they're not just for the boys anymore!
Sandra was disoriented, limbs held in place by some kinds of restraints at her ankles and wrists. She was lying on her back, slightly spread eagled, and the throbbing in her head suggested that she wasn’t here of her own volition.
Wherever here was.
The room was white and grey; everything was white and grey, the walls, the sheets on the table she was strapped to. She craned her neck upward, wincing at the effort. The cuffs that encircled her wrists were thick black leather.
Someone laughed, and she snapped her head toward the sound, ignoring the pain. It was that girl! Her husband’s new… partner.
Candice was still wearing that short little plaid skirt, and those leather boots that hugged her long legs so tightly. She crossed the room, smiling cryptically at the bound woman on the table.
Leaning over, practically forcing her cleavage in Sandra’s face, she considered the older woman. “What’s the matter, Mrs. B? Don’t like being tied up? I would have thought your hubby would be all over that.”
She laughed again, musical and cruel. “Or maybe he’s the one that likes being tied up. Having all that control deliciously stripped away…”
Sandra spit at her. “Where the hell is my son?” If they had taken her, then Lyle surely wouldn’t have stood a chance.
The air rippled and shone as the woman’s flippy brown hair turned shorter, strawberry-blonde, her features morphing seamlessly into a young boy.
“What are you talking about, Mom?” Lyle asked, all concern. “I’m right here.”
The illusion was so convincing, and Sandra felt tears well in her eyes. She twisted against her bonds. “Stop it. Just stop it right now!”
The laughing boy shimmered back into a laughing girl. “Don’t worry, Mrs. B. He’s just fine. Doesn’t even know anything is wrong, thanks to me.”
She sat down on the table, pressing her hip against the curve of Sandra’s waist. Her fingers came up to toy with the hem of the trapped woman’s tank top, tugging it slowly up, just grazing the soft skin underneath. The older woman stifled a gasp.
Candice planted her hands on either side of Sandra’s waist, bending down low over her exposed stomach. She blew a soft puff of air into her navel, and the woman flinched. Candice laughed again, a dark rumble in her chest.
“Ooh, that was fun.” She slid up the table, pressing her chest against the struggling torso beneath her. Her tongue darted out to taste the sweat shining on Mrs. Bennet’s collarbone, licking and kissing her way up that straining neck.
The other woman pulled at her restraints, but made no attempts to speak. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing hard, but she seemed almost resigned to her fate. A single choked noise escaped her lips as the aggressive younger woman nibbled on her earlobe.
“You miss me, Mrs. B?” Candice purred. “I know we didn’t have more than a moment last time.”
Their bodies were flush now, and Candice lifted a leg over, straddling Sandra’s hips.
Sandra was incensed, shaking with anger and frustration and that same indefinable something that had tugged at her when the woman had kissed her in her hotel room. When this… hussy had pretended to be Noah.
But she had still kissed back, even when she knew it wasn’t her husband. She shivered.
The woman on top of her sat back. “You cold?” Candice unbuttoned her black shirt, exposing the black lace push up bra she wore underneath. She slid her hands up Sandra’s sides, pulling her clothes up entirely, and exposing her bare breasts to the cool, clinical air.
Candice whistled. “Wow, Mrs. B, I hope I look just as good when I’m your age.”
“I’m not that damn old,” Sandra panted defiantly. Further protests were stifled in her throat as Candice gently caressed her chest, bringing her hot mouth down to close over a stiffening nipple.
Against her will, Sandra arched into the contact. She wished she had her hands free, her legs free, anything free so she could push this madwoman off.
She certainly didn’t want to be able to touch her back. Of course she didn’t.
As if she could read the woman’s mind, Candice pulled away, sliding a tender hand up the side of her captive’s face, running a hand through wild blond hair.
“You want me to let you go, Sandra? Want me to make all of this stop?”
Sandra hissed at the gentle touch, turning her head away. Candice took advantage of the movement, darting her face down to bite at her pulse. The hiss became a moan, as a hot tongue flicked out to soothe the injured flesh.
A harsh whisper in her ear, and Sandra couldn’t breathe. “You didn’t answer my question, Mrs. B.” Another nip to the throat, another stifled sigh. “You want me to stop?”
“If I said yes,” she spat, “would it make any difference at all?”
Candice stared at her in disbelief for a second and then burst into laughter, head buried in Sandra’s neck, full breasts heaving against the other woman’s. She propped her elbows up on Sandra’s chest, smiling at her widely.
“That’s why I like you, Mrs. B. You’re more than just a pretty face.” With that, she leaned in and kissed her captive, tongue swiping possessively over slightly parted lips. Sandra didn’t kiss back, not exactly, but she also didn’t fight the intruder in her mouth, letting the other woman aggressively explore her.
Candice was making hungry little noises in the back of her throat as she flicked her tongue teasingly against Sandra’s. Her hands roamed intimately over the trapped body beneath her, short nails scratching against the sensitive skin of the older woman’s ribs, cupping her breasts, one hand creeping lower to slip beneath the waistband of her pants.
“Oh god, stop! Please!” Sandra pleaded suddenly, feeling those long, maddening fingers teasing the thin cotton of her panties.
“Why?” Candice laughed, writhing against her. “Don’t you want me?” she mock-pouted, hand wandering lower between Sandra’s legs. She pressed her fingers hard against wet, fabric-clad heat and her prisoner bucked reflexively against her hand.
She laughed darkly, “Or do you want me too much?” Almost absently, she began rubbing little circles against the damp cotton.
Sandra’s eyes were tightly clenched shut, her voice a strained whisper. “I’m a married woman…”
The hand didn’t stop its insistent ministrations, even as it changed shape and texture. The transition was torture against her overstimulated flesh, and she whimpered aloud.
“I know, Sandy,” her husband’s voice mumbled soothingly, familiar lips pressing gentle kisses along her trembling stomach. “It’s all right.”
She couldn’t hold back the tears then, and she sobbed even as her body twisted further into the touch. “Please, don’t. Not him…” she muttered brokenly. “Candice, please!”
The woman reverted back to her usual self, and sped up her movements. “I like that,” she panted, breath hot against Sandra’s navel. “Say it again.”
The trapped woman pressed her lips together, not wanting to give her captor the satisfaction. She was close, though, very close, and she couldn’t decide whether it would be worse to beg, or for the determined hand to stop.
In response to her silence, Candice once again licked at her nipples, tonguing the sensitive nubs until Sandra had no choice but to arch her back and cry out.
“Candice! Candice, please!” She came hard, shuddering against the younger woman, wrists jerking hard against the leather cuffs.
Candice smirked, keeping her hand firmly in place, feeling Sandra’s pulse through her soaking wet panties.
“Since you asked so nicely,” she laughed, planting a parting kiss on that still heaving chest. “Maybe next time we can even get rid of these cuffs.” Sandra pressed her face against her bound arm, wanting to hide from the woman who had violated her so tenderly.
Candice disengaged, swinging her long legs over to stand once again beside the table. Her fingers, those nimble, desperate fingers made quick work of refastening her blouse. “Too bad I still have work to do.” She sighed theatrically, “It’s so hard being so talented, you know?”
She brushed a soft kiss over Sandra’s cheekbone and was at the door before the other woman could react.
“See ya, Mrs. B!” The air shimmered around her again, and Sandra was left, broken and breathless, staring at herself standing in the doorway.
“And don’t worry,” her own voice purred. “I’ll take really good care of Noah. You know how nice I can be.” She punctuated the sentence by darting her tongue out and tasting her fingertips. Her other hand paused at the light switch, and she threw a dark look back over her shoulder at the bound woman on the table.
“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back before you know it.” She flicked the lights off, and left the room, leaving Sandra trapped and confused in the darkness.
Sandra closed her eyes and did the only thing she could do. She prayed.