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works/228645.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Sucker_Punch_(2011)
  Relationship:
      Baby_Doll/Dr._Vera_Gorski
  Collections:
      The_Annual_Femslash_Kinkmeme_2011
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-07-26 Words: 824
****** You're Only Free When You Have Nothing Left ******
by Geonn
Summary
     Baby Doll doesn't want to dance. Madame Gorski makes it worth her
     while.
Notes
     The non-con is questionable, as is the underage. But better safe than
     sorry!
Baby Doll didn't feel like dancing. She didn't feel like moving. She sat in the
chair in Madame Gorski's dressing room and looked at her reflection in the
mirror. The door opened to her right, she could hear the squeak in the hinges,
and then quickly closed. She heard high heels clicking on the floor - click,
click... click - and then she saw Madame Gorski standing behind her. Elegant
hands rested on her shoulders, tipped with blood-red nails, and Baby Doll felt
the heat of her hands through the thin shirt she was wearing.
"You must dance." The words were firm, but softened by kindness and
understanding. "If you don't dance, you're not worth anything. And if you are
not worth anything..." She let her voice trail off and clucked her tongue. She
moved one hand to Baby Doll's neck and stroked it, then curled a strand of the
platinum blonde hair around her forefinger. "I know what you are worried about.
The men who will see you. The men who will want you." She bent down so that
Baby Doll could see her face in the mirror. Their faces, side by side. Madame
Gorski was smiling. "So you will not think of the men when you dance."
Baby Doll stiffened as Madame Gorski's right hand slid down her body. Her eyes
closed as the strong, sure fingers stroked first one breast, then the other.
"You worry that by arousing them, you are somehow engaging in some intimacy
with them. But that is not the case. Not the case at all." Madame Gorski's lips
were right next to Baby Doll's ear. Because of the mirror, she saw the lips
forming the words even as she felt the breath used to form them against her
ear. Soft, warm breath. "You will be taking their arousal and using it as a
weapon. When men are aroused, they are at their weakest. By making them weak,
you become strong. Spread your legs."
It took her a moment to realize it was an order. She shifted her weight on the
seat and spread her legs. She licked her lips as Madame Gorski lifted the hem
of her dress. Baby Doll looked down without moving her head. She saw her thighs
exposed, and then Madame Gorski's hand covered one of them and disappeared into
her dress. Baby Doll gasped, and Madame Gorski shushed her.
"The dance is not for them. It is for you." Baby Doll closed her eyes as Madame
Gorski began humming a tune. Her fingers moved to the rhythm, pressing the soft
material of Baby Doll's underwear against her sensitive skin. Baby Doll began
to roll her hips in response to the touch, her hands tightening on the arms of
the chair. "Give them what they what. You've given so much, my sweet little
dear, and you think I am asking you to give up even more. But open your eyes.
Look at me."
Baby Doll forced her eyes open and looked in the mirror. Madame Gorski pulled
her hand away, and Baby Doll whimpered and reached for her wrist. Madame Gorski
slapped it away.
"What will you do? To make me finish."
Baby Doll stared at her reflection. "Anything."
Madame Gorski looked pleased. She touched the finger she had used on Baby Doll
to her lips. Her tongue darted out for a taste and her eyes closed with
pleasure.
#
Baby Doll danced. (After the dance, Baby Doll placed her feet on the arms of
Madame Gorski's chair and balanced her ass on the edge of the desk.) She put
everything she had into the dance, and she felt the eyes of everyone in the
room - Sweet Pea and Rocket included - focused on her as she moved. (Madame
Gorski's tongue flicked over her lips and she lowered her head.) Baby Doll
could feel their eyes, burrowing into her, and she felt as if she could hear
their thoughts. (Baby Doll moaned as Madame Gorski kissed her labia.) Everyone
in the room leaned forward without realizing what they were doing, drawn to
her, eager for her. (Baby Doll rolled her hips upward and forced Madame
Gorski's tongue deeper, tightening around it as she remembered the look of
desire on Sweet Pea's face, in Rocket's jealousy, in Blondie's sly little
smile, and she rocked her hips forward with a grunt of desire.)
The music ended, and Baby Doll stopped dancing. The air in the room seemed to
be sucked away as everyone took a deep breath at the same time.
(Baby Doll came, thrusting against Madame Gorski's mouth. When she was
finished, Madame Gorski leaned back in her chair and subtly gestured for Baby
Doll to kneel. Instead, Baby Doll adjusted her dress, kissed Madame Gorski on
the lips, and walked out of the room with a vague promise to return the favor
another time.)
Baby Doll smiled; she owned them.
(Madame Gorski smiled; the new girl was learning.)
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