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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Erica_Reyes
  Character:
      Allison_Argent, Erica_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Gags, Bondage, Non_Consensual, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Femslash, Forced
      Orgasm, Cunnilingus
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-03 Words: 1110
****** she had it coming ******
by bewarethesmirk
Summary
     Allison had received carte blanche to do whatever the fuck she wanted
     because her mom had died. Well, everyone else might worship the
     ground she walked on, but Erica would rather piss on it.
Notes
     Straight-up non-con between underage characters. If that's not your
     thing, please don't proceed. There's some bondage, forced orgasm,
     violence, misogyny and gagging. Mentions of Scott/Allison. Spoilers
     for Season 2.
     I wrote this on a whim because sometimes femslash non-con demands it,
     and it's such a rare commodity, especially in Teen Wolf fandom. I
     also really dig Erica/Allison in a variety of flavors, this being
     just one of them.
     Thank you so much to flammablehat for the amazing beta; she went
     above and beyond. Also thanks to sophinisba for pointing me in the
     right direction!
Allison Argent had it coming.
That bitch had wreaked havoc on Beacon Hills, nearly killing Erica's pack, and
now she flounced through the halls with Scott on her arm like everything was
bunnies and sunshine. The pack acted like the events of last month hadn't even
happened. Allison had received carte blanche to do whatever the fuck she wanted
because her mom had died. Well, everyone else might worship the ground she
walked on, but Erica would rather piss on it.
She'd planned this with care, staking out the janitor's supply closet as the
optimal spot. When she'd seen Allison wearing that ridiculous little short
skirt with her long legs bare, Erica had decided, Today's the day.
It was in the bright halls between classes, with students rushing down hallways
and lockers slamming shut, when Erica grabbed Allison from her locker and
pulled her into the supply closet nearby, hand clamped tightly around her
mouth.
Erica crowded her up against the one wall that was clear of shelves. It was
quick work to bind her hands behind her back with strips of metallic duct tape.
Allison struggled, flailed around, kicking sharply into Erica's calf. The
bruise would heal in minutes. Allison's bruises would not.
Without her bows and shiny toys, Allison was no match for Erica. Sure, she sunk
her teeth into Erica's hand, drawing blood, provoking the wolf, but that only
made having Allison at her mercy even sweeter.
The room was hardly the romantic stuff of a girl like Allison's idyllic
daydreams. Erica imagined they involved streaming rays of moonlight, her hair
fanned out on white sheets and perfect chaste kisses. The storage room was a
counterpoint to those virginal delusions: it was frigid and smelled of dust and
rank chemicals. Allison wasn't looking so doe-eyed at the moment.
Erica's mouth curled. She grasped Allison's pointy hips and met her gaze.
Erica stepped forward until their bodies were flush. She could feel the angles
of Allison's body slotting against her own, the sharpness of her hips, her
miniscule little breasts. Erica leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You may think
you can get away with anything, angel," she said, biting down hard on the lobe
of Allison’s ear. "You're wrong."
Allison sank her teeth into her palm in retribution. Erica's blood raced with
the victory. She pulled back and smiled crookedly.
From the back of her jeans pocket, Erica pulled out a washcloth and stuffed it
into Allison's mouth, forcing her jaw open around it. Erica secured the gag
with duct tape, aborting her scream.
"What should I do with you?" Erica asked, as if she didn't already know. She
fell gracefully to the floor, and Allison lashed out with her knee, aiming for
Erica’s stomach. Erica dodged it with a duck to the left and pinned her hips
against the wall.
"Stay still, or I will bite."
Unlike the old Erica—shy, acne-prone, epileptic fit Erica—this Erica took what
she wanted. She licked a long stripe from Allison's sweet knee to the crease of
her thigh. Her skin was smooth and salty on Erica's tongue. The scent of
Allison's fear captivated her, and when she pushed aside Allison's ridiculous
pink panties, she could smell the richness of her cunt. It was musky and heady,
and Erica wanted to bury her face there, stain her pink cunt with her red
lipstick, like a pretty Valentine.
Allison's pale, skinny thighs trembled as Erica held up her skirt and looked at
the slit of her cunt. She leaned in and latched onto Allison's clit. It was dry
and rough, so Erica spat, getting her wet. She was pleased when it started to
swell under her merciless licks.
Allison was such a fucking control freak. Erica wanted to take her apart until
she resembled nothing more than a sobbing little whore who hated herself for
not being able to keep her body from reacting as Erica ate her pussy.
React she did. Erica's mouth enveloped Allison's slick little clit and she
sucked hard, savoring the increase in Allison's tremors and the broken sobs
emanating from her throat. She tried to fight Erica's punishing grip on her
hips, and Erica just laughed against her cunt and gripped harder, relishing the
idea of leaving finger-shaped bruises there.
Even though she'd instructed Allison not to fight, she allowed it.
She pulled off with a pop, looked up. "You're gonna have bruises, babe. How are
you going to explain that to Scott?"
Erica spread Allison open with one hand and jammed two fingers into her,
fucking in and out hard and fast, stretching her. Fuck, she was tight, like a
virgin. Scott wasn't doing his job properly. If Allison belonged to her, Erica
would have her stretched open all the time—on a vibrator, on her tongue, her
fingers, her fist. Erica scraped her fingernails against the soft silken wall
of Allison's cunt, and Allison made a beautiful indecipherable noise behind the
gag, and Erica wedged in another finger.
Allison tensed and released, shaking, her cunt dripping wet against Erica's
wrist. Erica smiled against her as she used the flat of her tongue to lick at
Allison's clit over and over, stuffing her full with her fingers, splitting her
open.
Allison's head drooped back against the wall and her hips jerked forward under
Erica's grip. Sharp and broken, her scream pushed through the gag as she came.
Erica bit her clit and forced her fingers in deeper as Allison’s cunt clenched
around them. She held Allison up as she drew her orgasm out further and longer
with her teeth and fingers.
At last, Erica pulled herself away. She rose on her feet and wiped her mouth
with the back of her hand, taking care to suck her fingers.
"You taste delicious," she said. She turned and left the room, switching off
the light as she went, leaving Allison bound and gagged in the darkness.
Erica went to the ladies' and slipped into a stall; she got herself off with
the heel of her hand, applying blunt, painful pressure. She bit into her
hand—the same hand Allison had bitten—and she came with the taste of Allison
fresh in her mouth.
This endeavor was meant to be about revenge—to protect her pack, even if she
had to use questionable means, but if Erica enjoyed the fringe benefits, who
was to complain? She freshened up her lipstick and went to find Boyd.
When she saw Allison later that day, Erica startled when Allison's gaze met
hers, something darker and more dangerous than Erica had ever seen there.
Erica would have to remedy that.
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