Fia is usually not a particularly jealous person. Her old classmate Raquel, however, has a knack for getting under her skin somehow. Helena intends to prove that she is not a threat to her position as Favorite Good Girl.
fandom: original work (ocverse - warcrimes au)
category & rating: f/f, explicit
wc: 1.8k
prompt: noncon voyeurism (june 4) for @unwholesomeocweek
additional cw: explicit sexual content (rough sex and facefucking), highly dubious consent, jealousy
note: hey, anyone remember Fia's annoying old rival Raquel? :>
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I jolt up and look around, disoriented. Why am I sleeping on the couch in Helena's little office at home? Definitely not my usual napping spot… And I don't remember lying down in the first place, now that I think about it. What the hell is going on?
Then I notice the computer running - looks like some kind of vid is playing on the screen. I step up to the desk to check it out, and as soon as I recognize it, I can feel my heartbeat quicken. I drop down in the chair, staring in disbelief.
That is Helena's bedroom, seen from multiple camera angles. Are those always here? Has she been filming us having sex all this time? But that's a discussion to be had another day, because right now, there is a much bigger issue: Why the hell is Raquel Bertolini of all people here, in Helena's house - in Helena's bedroom - lounging on the bed, naked, as if she belonged there?
Helena walks into the room, wearing her usual getup of tank top, panties, and huge strap-on, and I swallow the lump in my throat. There are a lot of emotions rushing through me in this moment, and none of them positive. Anger, mostly. Sadness, being rejected. I can feel tears stinging in my eyes.
This is one of the crueler things Helena has done to me. What happened to 'you have no reason to be jealous of her, she's not a threat to you'? So what if I'm scared of being replaced, of Helena getting bored with me and finding a new toy. It's not like I'm particularly clingy and show those emotions much - but I can't exactly control having them. And for Helena to now treat me like this? Making me watch? That's really heartless, even by her standards.
I should storm out there and tell them both what I think of this little stunt, drag Raquel out by her hair or something. Yes, I am aware it's not technically her fault, she probably doesn't know about Helena and me, but still. If this stupid cow hadn't thrown herself at Helena at every opportunity… I hate her.
I don't have to do this - torturing myself by watching the woman I love fuck someone else. I should get out of here before they actually start, or I'll never get those images out of my head.
I can't. I have to see.
Raquel is sitting on the edge of the bed, with Helena standing in front of her. They are talking about something - is there sound? I find the volume control and turn it up.
"I'm not sucking your strap," Raquel chuckles. "And please don't call me a slut again."
Helena gives her a long look. "Raquel. Open your mouth. I'm not going to repeat myself."
Raquel wiggles her eyebrows and smiles in an attempt to be seductive. "I can do other things with my mouth instead."
Without warning, Helena grabs Raquel's hair and shoves her cock into her mouth. Startled, Raquel lets out a surprised squeal and gags, trying to push Helena away. Yeah, that's not going to work, I know from experience that Helena is stronger than she looks.
"I don't think you understand your role here, my dear. This isn't for your enjoyment, it's for mine." Helena pushes her cock in deeper, making Raquel gag once more. "All I want to hear from you is 'Yes, Sir' and some pretty noises." Another push, another gag. "Are we clear?"
She pulls Raquel off her cock by her hair to give her an opportunity to answer. I wonder if she will protest again, because she sure glares up at Helena very defiantly. But then she just murmurs a quiet "Yes, Sir."
Helena shoves her cock right back into her mouth with a pleased grin. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Pushing deeper, she pats Raquel's head. "What a pretty little cocksucking slut you are."
She starts laying into her, fucking her face for real, and the room is filled with gagging noises. I have to say, that's a pretty weak performance Raquel presents here, for someone who usually excels at basically everything. I can take Helena's cock a lot better… Is that something to be proud of? I also don't protest as much, obviously. Raquel sure has a lot to learn - not that I want her to learn, because I hate her, and I hate seeing her with Helena like this.
And what I hate even more is the unmistakably tingly feeling in my pussy. For fuck's sake, why is this turning me on? But I just can't drag my eyes away from that view, Helena roughly using Raquel like some kind of toy, with her clearly not liking it. Maybe Helena's sadism is rubbing off on me.
She eventually has mercy and pulls out, leaving Raquel coughing and gasping for air. Wiping the spit off her chin, she scowls. "I did not enjoy that."
An amused snort is all the reply Helena cares to give, showing exactly how much Raquel's enjoyment matters to her. Instead, she simply orders, "Get on the bed. On your knees."
Raquel crosses her arms in front of her chest. "What, you're going to fuck me, just like this? Not even any foreplay?"
"That was the foreplay, my dear," Helena chuckles. I thoroughly agree - and if Raquel didn't get wet from having her face fucked, then that's her own fault. Somehow. I would be dripping down my legs by now.
Apparently realizing that being a brat doesn't get her very far, she tries another tactic, and puts on an appeasing smile, fluttering her eyelashes. "Helena, come on, I-"
Her pathetic begging is interrupted by a firm slap to the face. "It's 'Sir'," Helena reminds her with a sweet, not-very-sincere smile. "If you don't mind."
Raquel blinks away a few tears, dazed for a moment - and then starts to complain again. She really doesn't learn, does she? "I told you, I don't care if you're going a bit rougher, but that actually hurt and-"
Another slap, even harder this time. "Bed. Now."
There's this glimmer of fear in Raquel's face, and I bet she's contemplating running away. Did it simply never occur to her to be afraid of Helena? Doesn't she realize what she's capable of? I thought she's smarter than this.
She finally does as she's told and gets on her knees, with Helena positioning herself behind her.
"Can you please go slow-" Raquel's request segues into a pained moan, because of course Helena rammed her cock into her in one go - which must be really unpleasant if you're not a masochist like me, who gets wet from being slapped around and degraded. If I had any sympathy for her, I'd feel sorry. Instead, I can't help but rub my thighs together, because it is actually pretty hot how Helena starts fucking into her without mercy.
"Hel- Sir, stop, please," Raquel tries to bargain one more time. "This really hurts."
Helena grips her hips and picks up the pace even more. "Raquel, you need to stop talking so much."
"Please stop," she whimpers.
Ignoring the begging, Helena gives her a few really deep strokes, definitely hitting her cervix quite nicely. "I have to say, I'm a little disappointed. I explicitly told you I'm not going to be gentle. And you assured me you can handle it. That you can take whatever I throw at you. But so far, I'm not particularly impressed."
"It hurts," Raquel whines, letting out what sounds like a sob.
"You see, my dear, that's the point."
Helena lays into her, relentlessly pounding away, and Raquel finally stops protesting. She's still not enjoying it; I think she simply gave up. It's actually getting a little boring, she doesn't even make many noises? What a sorry excuse of a plaything.
Seems like Helena finds it as dull as I do, and eventually stops. She pulls out and walks away toward the bathroom while Raquel collapses onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow. Is she crying? Serves her right.
When Helena returns without her strap, she drops a pile of clothes on the bed. "Get dressed, please. You can leave now." Raquel quickly wipes her face and glares at her, then grabs her clothes. "I don't see this working out, by the way."
"What, because I don't like getting abused and degraded without warning?" She actually sounds quite offended. "Because I have boundaries?"
Helena gives her a wry smile. "Yes."
From the office window, hidden by the curtains, I watch Raquel storm out of the house, and I breathe a sigh of relief. The less time I have to be under the same roof as her, the better. Then I hear the door behind me, and Helena enters, still barefoot, but having thrown on her pajama pants and a loose sweater.
Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I grumble, "That was so unnecessary."
"Told you I'd prove to you that she's no threat."
"By fucking her?!"
"I think I made my point," she shrugs.
I glare at her for a moment, then I look at the ground. This stupid stunt really hurt, and I think I have every right to be angry.
Helena steps closer and gently lifts my chin. "Sofiya, she could never replace you. Nobody can, in fact," she states softly, and I can already feel my anger dissipating. She really knows how to get me, because that one hit. And I have to admit, it did cure me a little of my jealousy regarding Raquel. Still. I want to be mad at her. It's just not exactly easy when she looks at me so gently and strokes my cheek. "You're my good girl, and nobody else could ever be as perfect for me as you are."
I get lost in her eyes, choking up a bit. This almost sounded like a love confession. She means that, doesn't she? Fuck. Before I can stop myself, I press a kiss on her lips. Helena pulls me closer, deepening the kiss, and I let out a little sigh. This woman has me wrapped around her finger.
"For the record, I still don't approve of your methods," I murmur against her lips, my eyes closed.
"You rarely do, my dear," she chuckles. "Now, how about you come and suck my cock clean?"
I stare at her, flabbergasted. The thought of licking Raquel's juices from her damn strap is really gross. Unfortunately, it also makes my pussy tingle.
Hesitating, I gnaw on my lip for a moment. Oh, fuck it. "Yes, Sir," I mutter. I can't believe I'm actually agreeing to this.
The kiss she rewards me with makes it worth it, though. "That's my good girl. My perfect good girl."
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OF COURSE THE CRAZY BITCH WOULD LIKE THE BIG DEADLY DEVIL MACHINE
fun fact: she’s not attracted to people. rather, she’s attracted to big, shiny weapons that make things go boom. i mean, would she have two idiot best friends that tend to have things blow up around then 24/7 if that wasn’t the case?
