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seriousficTitle: The Blind
Fandom: Bitch Slap
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,200
Characters/Pairings: Trixie/Hel + Camero
Summary: Written for the femslash_today porn battle, prompt: caught.
Hel and Trixie started to fuck an hour into the dig. Not with fingers or mouths or any number of fine products made possible by plastic. With their eyes.
Camero recognized Hel’s bedroom eyes. In the slammer, Hel had been the only one who could keep up with her appetites, taking her whenever the urge struck her. In their cell, in the shower, in the license plate factory. Once, every hour, on the hour, with sex toys carved out of soap, until Camero couldn’t walk. It was almost enough to put her off escape.
Of course, now Hel wasn’t making those eyes at Camero. Now she was returning Trixie’s looks, those coquettish little glances that made Camero feel like she’d been gurgling motor oil without a chaser. It didn’t take long for the two of them to excuse themselves, Hel with some half-baked explanation about how to conserve water, one of them should dig while the other two massaged moisture-draining kinks out of the other muscles. Trixie had already slipped her heels off on her way into the trailer.
Camero attacked the earth, growling and spitting as she tossed dirt in every direction. Tossed aside for some bimbo in a cocktail dress. What about honor? What about the code of the warrior? What about all those long night spent katana-fighting in the nude?
Stroking the shaft of her shovel, Camero crept toward the trailer. It was rocking slightly, moans shooting out from under the door. That slowed Camero down. She could tell Hel was enjoying herself, really enjoying herself. Instead of kicking the door down and seeing what orifice a shovel handle best fit in, Camero eased the knob over and shuffled her way inside.
The bitches were on the bed, going for gold in the Fuckalympics on a mattress strewn with sex toys, including Soapy the Cunt Cleaner. Hel was on top, of course, grinding down between Trixie’s wide-spread legs. Trixie was helping herself to Hel’s round ass; those clever little hands had her skirt around her waist like a tutu and were grabbing cheeks like they were on sale. Goddamn, Camero wanted to spank that ass. Or use it as a holster for her cell phone. Flip a coin.
Hel herself was stuck in the rut she had when she ran out of things to say, all “fuck!” and “me!” and “baby!” And Trixie was rising up to meet her, doing her best to “baby me!” despite lacking the necessary instruments. She grabbed Hel by the hair and stuffed her down in her cleavage with impressive roughness, enough to make Camero jimp like a teenager. And while Trixie was getting her tits lubed, she looked up at Camero… and smiled.
Well. That just made Camero feel all warm and fuzzy. She was watching someone having war crimes committed inside their vag and that someone was working the audience.
“Hel,” Trixie said. The only response was a muffled sound from deep inside Trixie’s cleavage. Trixie slipped a finger up Hel’s ass and that got her attention.
Hel reared up, then bit her lip in enjoyment. She got up close with Trixie, their noses touching. “What can I do you for, babe?” she asked huskily. Camero felt her panties drowning.
“Close your eyes. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Hel glanced over at the sex toys sharing the covers with them like a kid at a candy store. “I like surprises.”
“No peeking,” Trixie said, picking up a blindfold.
Hel tied it on with more enthusiasm than she’d used to show for Camero’s little games. Trixie rolled her onto her back and gave her a last, loving kiss. She sauntered to her feet with more seductiveness than Camero had credited her for, something dangerous and enthralling in the way she slid over to Camero, stopping a foot away from her. Smiling mockingly.
“I want you to picture me,” Trixie said, staring into Camero’s eyes so intently that for a moment, Trixie thought she was talking to her. “Taking off my dress.” Trixie’s hands, those clever, deadly things, rose up to her shoulders and… “Slipping off first one strap, then the other. Letting gravity undress me.”
Camero was frozen, paralyzed, as Trixie’s dress pulled away from her body, so slow it might as well be a caress.
“Falling off my body. Letting you see my tits…” Trixie groped them as if offering them up to Camero’s perusing eye, then moved her hands lower. “My stomach. Even those cute little panties you bought me.”
“I love those panties,” Hel groaned. Camero looked over and could see she was touching herself. Of course. Who wouldn’t.
Camero realized she was breathing hard, breathing fast. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t what people did to her. She was the one who did this to other people, she was the one who made them want it, need it, gotta have it. It wasn’t like Trixie looked that good.
“Then I take off my bra,” Trixie said demurely, undoing the clasp. Camero had to admit, Trixie had some glorious tits. She’d never really noticed before, but maybe Trixie had never wanted her to notice before. The thought scratched around her brain with particular intensity.
“Then my panties.” Trixie stepped out of them slowly, never taking her eyes off Camero. Her look was so… expectant, but Camero had no idea what to do. Then Trixie turned around and whoa, she had a nice ass. Camero could just picture herself turning it all red and tender. “Now I’m not wearing anything at all. And I’m all yours.”
Trixie got on the bed, all fours, crawling over Hel. The redhead realized it, tensed expectantly, but couldn’t seem to stop touching herself. Both hands tucked down between her legs, breaths coming in sharp fits, keening like a bitch in heat.
Trixie looked away from Hel to pick up a vibrator and toss it over her shoulder, where Camero caught it. “All yours,” Trixie repeated, her gaze working its way from Hel’s panting excitement to Camero’s breathless intensity and back again.
As Trixie mounted Hel, Camero pulled her belt off and dropped her pants, not even bothering to find a place to sit before she drove the vibrator in. And between the two women, Trixie began to dance.
Hel instinctively knew that she could only touch Trixie when and where Trixie wanted to be touched… the oldest rule of the world’s second oldest profession. And as Hel touched herself, electrified just by Trixie’s proximity, by her heat and pulse and scent, Trixie rubbed on her in autoerotic gyrations, allowing Hel to only nip at the treasure between her legs.
Camero had had more lapdances than she’d had turkey dinners, but this was different. Trixie only touched the blinded Hel, but only Camero could see the way her body undulated and unwound, twisted and tensed, like she was dancing to the music of the spheres and it came from deep within her. And only Trixie had both halves, touch and sight, the loving passion of Hel and the sheer animal lust that beat in Camero’s heart.
As Camero watched, she realized one vibrator wouldn’t be enough. And she’d have to get closer for more.
Fandom: Bitch Slap
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,200
Characters/Pairings: Trixie/Hel + Camero
Summary: Written for the femslash_today porn battle, prompt: caught.
Hel and Trixie started to fuck an hour into the dig. Not with fingers or mouths or any number of fine products made possible by plastic. With their eyes.
Camero recognized Hel’s bedroom eyes. In the slammer, Hel had been the only one who could keep up with her appetites, taking her whenever the urge struck her. In their cell, in the shower, in the license plate factory. Once, every hour, on the hour, with sex toys carved out of soap, until Camero couldn’t walk. It was almost enough to put her off escape.
Of course, now Hel wasn’t making those eyes at Camero. Now she was returning Trixie’s looks, those coquettish little glances that made Camero feel like she’d been gurgling motor oil without a chaser. It didn’t take long for the two of them to excuse themselves, Hel with some half-baked explanation about how to conserve water, one of them should dig while the other two massaged moisture-draining kinks out of the other muscles. Trixie had already slipped her heels off on her way into the trailer.
Camero attacked the earth, growling and spitting as she tossed dirt in every direction. Tossed aside for some bimbo in a cocktail dress. What about honor? What about the code of the warrior? What about all those long night spent katana-fighting in the nude?
Stroking the shaft of her shovel, Camero crept toward the trailer. It was rocking slightly, moans shooting out from under the door. That slowed Camero down. She could tell Hel was enjoying herself, really enjoying herself. Instead of kicking the door down and seeing what orifice a shovel handle best fit in, Camero eased the knob over and shuffled her way inside.
The bitches were on the bed, going for gold in the Fuckalympics on a mattress strewn with sex toys, including Soapy the Cunt Cleaner. Hel was on top, of course, grinding down between Trixie’s wide-spread legs. Trixie was helping herself to Hel’s round ass; those clever little hands had her skirt around her waist like a tutu and were grabbing cheeks like they were on sale. Goddamn, Camero wanted to spank that ass. Or use it as a holster for her cell phone. Flip a coin.
Hel herself was stuck in the rut she had when she ran out of things to say, all “fuck!” and “me!” and “baby!” And Trixie was rising up to meet her, doing her best to “baby me!” despite lacking the necessary instruments. She grabbed Hel by the hair and stuffed her down in her cleavage with impressive roughness, enough to make Camero jimp like a teenager. And while Trixie was getting her tits lubed, she looked up at Camero… and smiled.
Well. That just made Camero feel all warm and fuzzy. She was watching someone having war crimes committed inside their vag and that someone was working the audience.
“Hel,” Trixie said. The only response was a muffled sound from deep inside Trixie’s cleavage. Trixie slipped a finger up Hel’s ass and that got her attention.
Hel reared up, then bit her lip in enjoyment. She got up close with Trixie, their noses touching. “What can I do you for, babe?” she asked huskily. Camero felt her panties drowning.
“Close your eyes. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Hel glanced over at the sex toys sharing the covers with them like a kid at a candy store. “I like surprises.”
“No peeking,” Trixie said, picking up a blindfold.
Hel tied it on with more enthusiasm than she’d used to show for Camero’s little games. Trixie rolled her onto her back and gave her a last, loving kiss. She sauntered to her feet with more seductiveness than Camero had credited her for, something dangerous and enthralling in the way she slid over to Camero, stopping a foot away from her. Smiling mockingly.
“I want you to picture me,” Trixie said, staring into Camero’s eyes so intently that for a moment, Trixie thought she was talking to her. “Taking off my dress.” Trixie’s hands, those clever, deadly things, rose up to her shoulders and… “Slipping off first one strap, then the other. Letting gravity undress me.”
Camero was frozen, paralyzed, as Trixie’s dress pulled away from her body, so slow it might as well be a caress.
“Falling off my body. Letting you see my tits…” Trixie groped them as if offering them up to Camero’s perusing eye, then moved her hands lower. “My stomach. Even those cute little panties you bought me.”
“I love those panties,” Hel groaned. Camero looked over and could see she was touching herself. Of course. Who wouldn’t.
Camero realized she was breathing hard, breathing fast. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t what people did to her. She was the one who did this to other people, she was the one who made them want it, need it, gotta have it. It wasn’t like Trixie looked that good.
“Then I take off my bra,” Trixie said demurely, undoing the clasp. Camero had to admit, Trixie had some glorious tits. She’d never really noticed before, but maybe Trixie had never wanted her to notice before. The thought scratched around her brain with particular intensity.
“Then my panties.” Trixie stepped out of them slowly, never taking her eyes off Camero. Her look was so… expectant, but Camero had no idea what to do. Then Trixie turned around and whoa, she had a nice ass. Camero could just picture herself turning it all red and tender. “Now I’m not wearing anything at all. And I’m all yours.”
Trixie got on the bed, all fours, crawling over Hel. The redhead realized it, tensed expectantly, but couldn’t seem to stop touching herself. Both hands tucked down between her legs, breaths coming in sharp fits, keening like a bitch in heat.
Trixie looked away from Hel to pick up a vibrator and toss it over her shoulder, where Camero caught it. “All yours,” Trixie repeated, her gaze working its way from Hel’s panting excitement to Camero’s breathless intensity and back again.
As Trixie mounted Hel, Camero pulled her belt off and dropped her pants, not even bothering to find a place to sit before she drove the vibrator in. And between the two women, Trixie began to dance.
Hel instinctively knew that she could only touch Trixie when and where Trixie wanted to be touched… the oldest rule of the world’s second oldest profession. And as Hel touched herself, electrified just by Trixie’s proximity, by her heat and pulse and scent, Trixie rubbed on her in autoerotic gyrations, allowing Hel to only nip at the treasure between her legs.
Camero had had more lapdances than she’d had turkey dinners, but this was different. Trixie only touched the blinded Hel, but only Camero could see the way her body undulated and unwound, twisted and tensed, like she was dancing to the music of the spheres and it came from deep within her. And only Trixie had both halves, touch and sight, the loving passion of Hel and the sheer animal lust that beat in Camero’s heart.
As Camero watched, she realized one vibrator wouldn’t be enough. And she’d have to get closer for more.
