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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      The_Condesce/Roxy_Lalonde
  Character:
      The_Condesce, Roxy_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Xeno
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-20 Words: 528
****** Get To Work, Sucka! ******
by gooberAscendant
Summary
     Fill for the prompt: Remember when HIC visited Roxy on her cell to
     check on her progress with the matriorb?
     (HSCW Bonus Round 1)
The cell door creaked open. Great. You were really starting to hit your stride
with all these pointless green cubes. The last thing you need is an
interruption from… her. You don’t even have to look up to know it was the
Condesce herself. The smell of warm brine fill your nostrils as the door slams
behind her.
“How’s my best girl doin’ in here?” Her lack of sarcastic inflection makes it
all the more insulting. “Still workin’ on that orb business you promised me?”
“What does it look like?” You toss a cube her way, still not looking up.
“Girl, you gotta get wit’ the program.” She steps closer. The smell grows
worse. “You still stuck on them green shits? C’mon!”
You finally look up. She stands over you, trident in hand, smiling that awful,
twisted smile. “If you think it’s so easy, you do it.”
“Sorry, sucka. You the only one who got dat powa.” God, the way she talks is
just infuriating. As if holding you here against your will wasn’t bad enough,
she has to come in here and bitch at you with her voice and her smell and her
smile.
“Fuck you. I’m not doing this anymore. Just leave me here to rot.”
Suddenly her hand is on your throat, and you are dangling in the air, gasping
for breath. She slams you against the wall. She leans in close. “You ain’t got
no choice, bitch.” Her breath is even worse than the small that hangs on her
body.
She throws you to the floor, but has the shaft of her weapon wrapped around you
before you can move, pulling you against her. Her body is cold, but you can
feel her warm breath on your neck.
“You best learn who’s in charge here.” She holds the metal against you with one
hand, still stronger than you. Her other scraps down your chest, tearing your
clothes and drawing blood. You cry out, more in anger than pain. Can you even
get another set of god tier pajamas?
She slams you face-first into the wall, continuing to claw at your back,
leaving fabric hanging off of you in tatters. You feel her bulge writhe against
your skin. before you can process what was happening, it was inside you,
squirming. Writhing.
“Fuck!” You call out. You claw at the wall. The sensation was incredible and
you hated it. She knows every move to make. Every twist and thrust to make you
want more. Her nauseating scent filled your nose and it only turned you on
more. Pain shot through you with every thrust, blood dripping from claw wounds,
and you loved it.
You wish that you didn’t. You wished so bad that you didn’t. But you could
hardly think it felt so good. “Tell me who’s in charge, fucka! Scream it or I’m
done wit’ fuckin’ you!”
You hated her so much. But you needed her more. “You are!” You yell. “You’re in
charge!”
She thrusts harder. Writhes faster. You come hard, waves of pleasure washing
over you. She drops you on the floor. “Now get back to work!” The door creaks
then slams again.
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