Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Valerie had no doubt that taking Zhanna's orders literally would bring about repercussions to great for her to risk, but that didn't stop herself from doing it anyway. A businesswoman through and through, the greatest reward always came with greater risks, though that was likely a theory she should not apply in so dire a situation. Nevertheless, she stood there in her own office with a telling frown on her otherwise shapely features, waiting for the inevitable crash of fury she expected from a woman would dare bring a weapon into her company's building. The rhetorical question was met with mute silence, her lack of teasing possibly leaving a sour taste in the other's mouth, Valerie only tilted her head in response. Her desk was being trampled and stomped all over, a fact which she took to as kindly as she had to the mug without a coaster. She had half a mind to tell the woman that it would be much appreciated if she remove her shoes, but after a second glance at the gun, had wiser, second thoughts about it. Rarely did she ever reconsider her choices, being both firm and final in her decisions, but there certainly wouldn't be any decisions left to make if she had her brains splattered all over the carpet. Fortunately, sailors are not quite to my taste, Valerie could not help but bite back, decidedly offended by the woman's implications. Despite knowing full well that she had made a right fool of herself in refusing to comply fully with Zhanna's wishes, being told that she was inept at something was insulting. It was borderline incomprehensible, having never met someone with the balls necessary to implicate that she was actually bad at doing something. She had this grand notion that, even if she didn't seduce, she could have done so if she desired to. Which she didn't want at all. Either way, the woman's words rang true but that didn't mean she had to agree with it. So she tossed her head and shrugged lightly. I will-- The woman's actions were expected, but that didn't mean she was any less surprised. A small yelp crossed the border of her lips as she felt the thin strap of her bra being assaulted roughly, the sudden cold rush of air along her naked breasts causing her nipples to perk up embarrassingly enough. One of Valerie's hands shot up to the meet the groping hand of the stranger by the wrist, grabbing the warm flesh but unable to do much as a wholly unwelcome blow was delivered to her sensitive bosom. This time a very slight, very quiet whimper of pain was given as a response, the flesh hot and stinging almost immediately. You bitc-- Yet another one of her sentences was interrupted as she felt the familiar fingers roughing up her face, pressing against her jawline heavily. She could not deny that the pressure was almost as painful as the slow burn on her breast, despite the equally painful caresses she was currently being subject to. Valerie only glared, pulling away her face in hopes that she might be free of this stranger's grasp and all the while clawing at the woman's skin to perhaps entice her to let go. Her initial reaction to the tug of her undergarments was soft at best, the expensive fabric riding high into her and causing an unintended and rather awkward grunt to flow then from her maw. Despite her initial trepidation, the amount of force being put into the work, the undeniable lust and hatred, the power being exerted, it was a very confusing time for Valerie who both despised those who tried to usurp her and respected them for trying. Either way, she could feel the unwelcome onslaught of arousal blossoming at the very pits of her stomach, the evidence of it staining her panties slightly as her face took on a pinkish hue of equal parts irritation and embarrassment, the latter making an almost permanent mark on her otherwise pale colored flesh. It was mostly to her relief when the mind-numbing sensations ceased, the material no longer rubbing against her sensitive folds and bringing about equally unwelcome states of her body. The woman's question was barely heard, unable to reply and unable to really formulate a proper response through the lash of painful yet pleasurable ministrations being laid upon her nether regions. She grimaced, her hands only tightening around Zhanna's wrist, no longer scratching but unwilling to fully depart from their station. What happened next was a series of actions she couldn't quite comprehend, the sudden loss of sensations made her feel a little strange, stranger than she cared to admit, and the familiar wrenching pain of her scalp had her forced to her knees almost automatically. Immediately she was hit by the sudden smell of the woman's scent, not quite unpleasant but not quite alluring at the same time. Nevertheless, she felt a flood of saliva course her mouth, almost as if she were anticipating it somewhere in her mind. Impossible. She growled faintly at the order given from above, the darkly colored thong leaving no secrets. Valerie was a definite stranger when it came to being the giver of pleasure, usually unwilling to even pretend to be put in her place. Without a choice now, she was half tempted to even bite down on the woman's thigh, but ever so present was the threat of that metal weapon and its life taking ammo. Weighing this degradation against certain death, there was only one option. She pressed herself closer, planting her lips against the fabric of Zhanna's undergarments, one piece of fabric away from direct contact with the woman's folds. There she remained, neither moving nor talking as she glanced up and, despite having her face half in the stranger's crotch, still managed a disgruntled expression of outright disdain.