Back-Breaker
Title: Back-Breaker
Fandom: One Piece
Characters/Pairings: Ivankov♀/Sadi
Rating: R
Word count: 1293
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the anon-meme over here. Related to the Iva-Sadi fight in Impel Down. This is not exactly played into the anime scene, but it is loosely based on that.
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The roar of crashing concrete inches from her skull was the indicator to Iva that things were getting awkward. At best. Speed was only thing saving her skin at the moment, and still she was having more close calls than she'd like.
“Too much for you? You should have known better, mmmm, before taking me on!” Sadi said moments before she darted forwards, whip already held up for another attack.
Iva flipped over into a standing position, hopping back just in time to avoid the whip that slammed into the concrete between them. Driving back further, she found her vision obscured by the dust thrown into the air. The whip had obliterated the floor so thoroughly, the cement holding the stone together had risen into the air as a fine dust. Iva's split second of hesitation was all Sadi needed.
Slicing through the billowing dust, her whip connected with Iva's neck and coiled tight around it. Sadi's cruel laugh soon followed as she tugged and pulled Iva to her knees, stepping through the settling dust to stand over the taller okama. As the whip around her neck constricted, Iva clutched at it in a desperate attempt to pry it away, but it was far too late for that. With a sadistic smile curling her lips, Sadi gave the whip a harsh yank, pulling Iva to the ground and making her chest heave with a harsh rattling breath.
She now had Iva twisting on the floor at her feet, and she couldn't resist mocking her situation. “For how strongly you preach you ideals - mnnnnn! - you do go down easy,” She punctuated her sentence by letting her tongue roll out and producing another moan of delight. “Does it hurt, mmmn?”
“You... really enjoy this... don't you?” Iva rasped out, arching against the floor. Her lean body quivered as her lungs began to ache form the lack of oxygen, the sight drawing another moan from Sadi.
“Mmm~ I love to torture!” Sadi exclaimed as she stepped forwards to plant her foot at the centre of Iva's chest, her ample breasts nestling either side of the pointed shoe. She laughed with glee as she forced the heel into the centre of Iva's chest to drive out the last lungful of air and push her to lie on her back. “So much!”
It was only natural that Iva would do her level best to avoid showing her current pain in the knowledge that Sadi would revel in it so much. Right now her neck felt as though it were being crushed under the restraint of the ever-constricting whip that snaked around it, and the worn leather bit at her (much softer as this gender) skin.
“Does it hurt, mmmm~?” Sadi cooed, leaning in over Iva. Her tongue darted out over her lips, and her cheeks are somewhat flushed already.
“Such an obscene girl.” Less than impressed with Sadi's display, Iva appeared to be ignoring the pointed heel digging into the centre of her chest. Her body shuddered when Sadi pushed it further, the pressure sure to leave a bruise now.
“Mmmm~ You look so good... mmm... so pained!” Sadi's throaty groan echoed up to the high ceiling of the prison. Twisting her heel, she soon managed to push a hiss of pain out of Iva. Adoring the sound, she repeated the move. “Ohohoho, mmmm, delicious!” Sadi's tongue lolled out once more, and she tossed her head back as her body seemed to lift with excitement. Her breathing had escalated even further beyond the rapid pace of the fight thanks to her arousal, and it was no small wonder that her top remained in place.
Sadi dipped back down again, nails extended on her spare hand. The theatrical flourish of the action was an intentional, albeit blatant, attempt to get a reaction of fear from Iva, and she didn't give up when that wasn't happening. Slower this time, she grazed her claws with the lightest touch against Iva's arm, running from her hands still clutching the whip at her neck, around the bend of her elbow and up to her shoulder. The gesture was finished up with a slow drum, and when that got no reaction, beyond a bored huff of contempt, Sadi moved to Iva's thigh. It was unclear whether it was by accident or perverse intent that the pad of her thumb slid up the curve of skin. Once her nails skimmed the high cut leg of Iva's outfit, Sadi dug them in and allowed her arm to lunge downwards, her high-pitched laugh overwhelming the roar of flames.
“Mmmm~ I'm going to love making you bleed, nnn!” Tossing her hair behind her, Sadi straightened back up. “In fact, mmm, I already am.”
“Haven't you... ever heard about... what they say... mixing... business with pleasure?” Iva asked. By now, she'd given up on trying to pry the whip from her neck. A confident smirk tweaked her lips.
“Ooh?” Attention on Iva's face when spoke, Sadi didn't notice what her hands were doing until both were clutching at her calf, pushing the flared bottoms of her trousers up a little. “Hey!”
Ignoring the indignant squeal of protest, Iva refused to release Sadi's leg. Her fingertips warped to needle points and sank into pale flesh.
Even with her eyes obscured, Sadi's moment of shock was clear. She felt the fingers around her calf pulse as they delivered a first rush of hormones. A colossal surge of who-the-hell-knows-what rushed into her bloodstream, wrenching a scream of pure pleasure from her.
Iva took the opportunity this opened up, disentangling the loosening whip from her neck with one hand as it dropped to the floor with a clatter. The other clutched at Sadi's ankle to send another pulse of hormones into her. By now Sadi's howls were near-constant, only broken by the occasional gasp for breath. A clawed hand had reached down to press against the crotch of her outfit, and her entire body shook with the effort of standing through the assault of such extreme pleasure.
The fight was as good as won already. Latching onto Sadi's other leg, Iva proceeded to inject her with another dose of hormones. Already seeing stars from her chemically induced orgasm, Sadi dropped to the floor as another wave of ecstasy overloaded her nerves. In the process of the tumble, Iva got into a kneeling position over her, continuing to send waves of hormones into her body. Hoarse screams strained Sadi's lungs, and her back arched up off the stone. Another surge had her jerking with such violence, a loud crunch could be heard over her screams as her spine snapped.
“There is always a toll!” Iva cried out as she released Sadi's now limp body. Getting to her feet, she walked back to retrieve the whip she had tossed aside.
Now a puddle of twisted limbs on the floor, Sadi choked for breath. She hadn't heard Iva's comment, and wasn't in any condition to reply. Her broken back hadn't even registered to her, the pain flooded out by a massive rush of endorphins that followed her orgasm. A thin trail of saliva ran down her chin from where her tongue lolled out and flopped to the side as Iva pulled her over to tie her up with the whip.
“How ironic, that you were restrained with your own weapon. Though I imagine you can't hear me right now, right candy?” Once Sadi was trussed up and hanging from a ceiling beam, still sporting a dazed smile, Iva gave her a pat on the cheek. “Have to run, no one broke out of prison by dawdling.”
Fandom: One Piece
Characters/Pairings: Ivankov♀/Sadi
Rating: R
Word count: 1293
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the anon-meme over here. Related to the Iva-Sadi fight in Impel Down. This is not exactly played into the anime scene, but it is loosely based on that.
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The roar of crashing concrete inches from her skull was the indicator to Iva that things were getting awkward. At best. Speed was only thing saving her skin at the moment, and still she was having more close calls than she'd like.
“Too much for you? You should have known better, mmmm, before taking me on!” Sadi said moments before she darted forwards, whip already held up for another attack.
Iva flipped over into a standing position, hopping back just in time to avoid the whip that slammed into the concrete between them. Driving back further, she found her vision obscured by the dust thrown into the air. The whip had obliterated the floor so thoroughly, the cement holding the stone together had risen into the air as a fine dust. Iva's split second of hesitation was all Sadi needed.
Slicing through the billowing dust, her whip connected with Iva's neck and coiled tight around it. Sadi's cruel laugh soon followed as she tugged and pulled Iva to her knees, stepping through the settling dust to stand over the taller okama. As the whip around her neck constricted, Iva clutched at it in a desperate attempt to pry it away, but it was far too late for that. With a sadistic smile curling her lips, Sadi gave the whip a harsh yank, pulling Iva to the ground and making her chest heave with a harsh rattling breath.
She now had Iva twisting on the floor at her feet, and she couldn't resist mocking her situation. “For how strongly you preach you ideals - mnnnnn! - you do go down easy,” She punctuated her sentence by letting her tongue roll out and producing another moan of delight. “Does it hurt, mmmn?”
“You... really enjoy this... don't you?” Iva rasped out, arching against the floor. Her lean body quivered as her lungs began to ache form the lack of oxygen, the sight drawing another moan from Sadi.
“Mmm~ I love to torture!” Sadi exclaimed as she stepped forwards to plant her foot at the centre of Iva's chest, her ample breasts nestling either side of the pointed shoe. She laughed with glee as she forced the heel into the centre of Iva's chest to drive out the last lungful of air and push her to lie on her back. “So much!”
It was only natural that Iva would do her level best to avoid showing her current pain in the knowledge that Sadi would revel in it so much. Right now her neck felt as though it were being crushed under the restraint of the ever-constricting whip that snaked around it, and the worn leather bit at her (much softer as this gender) skin.
“Does it hurt, mmmm~?” Sadi cooed, leaning in over Iva. Her tongue darted out over her lips, and her cheeks are somewhat flushed already.
“Such an obscene girl.” Less than impressed with Sadi's display, Iva appeared to be ignoring the pointed heel digging into the centre of her chest. Her body shuddered when Sadi pushed it further, the pressure sure to leave a bruise now.
“Mmmm~ You look so good... mmm... so pained!” Sadi's throaty groan echoed up to the high ceiling of the prison. Twisting her heel, she soon managed to push a hiss of pain out of Iva. Adoring the sound, she repeated the move. “Ohohoho, mmmm, delicious!” Sadi's tongue lolled out once more, and she tossed her head back as her body seemed to lift with excitement. Her breathing had escalated even further beyond the rapid pace of the fight thanks to her arousal, and it was no small wonder that her top remained in place.
Sadi dipped back down again, nails extended on her spare hand. The theatrical flourish of the action was an intentional, albeit blatant, attempt to get a reaction of fear from Iva, and she didn't give up when that wasn't happening. Slower this time, she grazed her claws with the lightest touch against Iva's arm, running from her hands still clutching the whip at her neck, around the bend of her elbow and up to her shoulder. The gesture was finished up with a slow drum, and when that got no reaction, beyond a bored huff of contempt, Sadi moved to Iva's thigh. It was unclear whether it was by accident or perverse intent that the pad of her thumb slid up the curve of skin. Once her nails skimmed the high cut leg of Iva's outfit, Sadi dug them in and allowed her arm to lunge downwards, her high-pitched laugh overwhelming the roar of flames.
“Mmmm~ I'm going to love making you bleed, nnn!” Tossing her hair behind her, Sadi straightened back up. “In fact, mmm, I already am.”
“Haven't you... ever heard about... what they say... mixing... business with pleasure?” Iva asked. By now, she'd given up on trying to pry the whip from her neck. A confident smirk tweaked her lips.
“Ooh?” Attention on Iva's face when spoke, Sadi didn't notice what her hands were doing until both were clutching at her calf, pushing the flared bottoms of her trousers up a little. “Hey!”
Ignoring the indignant squeal of protest, Iva refused to release Sadi's leg. Her fingertips warped to needle points and sank into pale flesh.
Even with her eyes obscured, Sadi's moment of shock was clear. She felt the fingers around her calf pulse as they delivered a first rush of hormones. A colossal surge of who-the-hell-knows-what rushed into her bloodstream, wrenching a scream of pure pleasure from her.
Iva took the opportunity this opened up, disentangling the loosening whip from her neck with one hand as it dropped to the floor with a clatter. The other clutched at Sadi's ankle to send another pulse of hormones into her. By now Sadi's howls were near-constant, only broken by the occasional gasp for breath. A clawed hand had reached down to press against the crotch of her outfit, and her entire body shook with the effort of standing through the assault of such extreme pleasure.
The fight was as good as won already. Latching onto Sadi's other leg, Iva proceeded to inject her with another dose of hormones. Already seeing stars from her chemically induced orgasm, Sadi dropped to the floor as another wave of ecstasy overloaded her nerves. In the process of the tumble, Iva got into a kneeling position over her, continuing to send waves of hormones into her body. Hoarse screams strained Sadi's lungs, and her back arched up off the stone. Another surge had her jerking with such violence, a loud crunch could be heard over her screams as her spine snapped.
“There is always a toll!” Iva cried out as she released Sadi's now limp body. Getting to her feet, she walked back to retrieve the whip she had tossed aside.
Now a puddle of twisted limbs on the floor, Sadi choked for breath. She hadn't heard Iva's comment, and wasn't in any condition to reply. Her broken back hadn't even registered to her, the pain flooded out by a massive rush of endorphins that followed her orgasm. A thin trail of saliva ran down her chin from where her tongue lolled out and flopped to the side as Iva pulled her over to tie her up with the whip.
“How ironic, that you were restrained with your own weapon. Though I imagine you can't hear me right now, right candy?” Once Sadi was trussed up and hanging from a ceiling beam, still sporting a dazed smile, Iva gave her a pat on the cheek. “Have to run, no one broke out of prison by dawdling.”