Ventress X Grieve-tan fapfic

The first thing Grieve-tan acknowledged when she awoke was pain. Her limbs ached and her head pounded. Her vision was blurred, no doubt on account of her glasses no longer being in their proper place. One another sensation stands out: Cold.

Grieve-tan attempts to speak but finds her mouth blocked with some sort of balled up fabric. She tries to move her arms but finds them secured tightly behind her back -- all four of them. Her feet are similarly bound, forcing her to either remain in the sitting position she discovered herself in or tipping haphazardly onto her side.

"Hey bitch. Feelin' any better?"

Grieve-tan immediately identified that voice as Ventress' and attempted to cry out for help, but she heard only muffled grunts.

"Not a bad bod for a cheatin' cunt. 'Course, the chainsaw teeth and four arms are kind of a turn off. No wonder Obi-kun won't give you the time of day."

Ventress approached; Grieve-tan could make out her blurry shape the closer she stepped. Grieve-tan didn't know why Ventress was acting this way but her initial hopefulness that her friend would rescue her had quickly devolved into anger. As a pair of calloused, entirely uncoordinated hands grabbed her breasts, entirely new realizations dawned upon Grieve-tan.

For one, she was nude, or at least topless, for she felt Ventress' hands directly upon her skin. She blushed, screamed internally, and thrashed as best she could against her restraints. That earlier feeling of rage vanished: All she felt now was fear.

She recalled vaguely what occurred before this. Grieve-tan was in the showers of the kendo team's dojo, cleaning the sweat from her body after a hard day of practice. Then... nothing. The throbbing bruise on the back of her head was a good indication of what had transpired, but Grieve-tan wasn't thinking too clearly right now.


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Ventress laughed at Grieve-tan's growing distress. She didn't need to hear the freak talk; her body language spoke volumes.

Grieve-tan was sweating and heaving; if she wasn't gagged, she'd either be hyperventilating or throwing up. Tears streamed down her face and she fidgeted uncontrollably. Her distress was delicious... and Ventress knew exactly how to make it worse.

"I got somethin' for you, bitch," the punkish girl teased, flipping out her cellphone and recording the bound and naked kendo captain. The light on Ventress' phone lit up, indicating that she was recording. "Sucks, right? Probably sucks about as bad as that dirty fuckin' move you pulled on me during practice today. I ain't never gonna live it down... so you won't either. Now... say cheese! Show me that ugly-fuckin' grin of yours. Oh wait..." Ventress snickered at her own joke.

Grieve-tan couldn't handle the stress anymore. She choked and heaved behind the gag; her abdomen worked a mile a minute to keep Grieve-tan breathing but her distress combined with her inhaler being out of reach inflamed her asthma. She grew lightheaded and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. A quiet gargling was heard before Grieve-tan stopped breathing entirely and soaked her seat and legs in urine.

"That'll do pig," Ventress laughed again and ripped the gag from between Grieve-tan's teeth. Using foresight not commonly seen in the club's second in command, she produced the lifesaving inhaler from her cleavage and stabbed it into Grieve-tan's mouth, depressing it once... twice. "Oh, don't be such a pussy about it. You got a nice rack, why not share it with the world?" Ventress waved her phone mockingly at her prisoner, who was slowly regaining lucidity. "Well, pissing yourself isn't gonna win you any beauty contests, but if you're reeeeeeeally nice to me, I may blur it out."


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"P-ple--"

"NOPE!" Ventress shoved the gag back into Grieve-tan's mouth. She had barely waited for her captive to begin breathing normally before silencing her again. "I just want you to listen," she teased, leaning in close to Grieve-tan's ear, lightly brushing it with her lips... before quickly pulling away and slapping something on the wall.

Grieve-tan shrieked internally as ice cold water began to rain down upon her. She writhed and thrashed as her initial sensation of cold was amplified by a thousand. She hadn't realized it until now but she was still in the dojo's shower room, likely having not moved since Ventress brained her earlier.

Once her tormentor was satisfied that Grieve-tan was both sufficiently frozen and any evidence of her earlier "accident" was washed down the central drain, she turned the water off. "How're you feelin', Chainsaw McGraw?" Ventress hiked up the skirt of her school uniform and sat down upon Grieve-tan's bare thighs, confirming that Ventress was likewise wearing nothing underneath. "Cold? Annoyed?" Her tongue again danced over her shivering captive's earlobe. "Sexy?"

Grieve-tan only whimpered, shutting her eyes to block out what little she could see as well as fail to suppress her tears. "No?" Ventress grabbed a handful of milky white breast and licked around Grieve-tan's areola in a wide circle. She finished with a harsh bite, eliciting a mumble of pain. "How about now?"

Ventress had a good idea of what Grieve-tan was thinking. No doubt something about how only Obi-kun was supposed to do this, and other boring vanilla shit that she could only roll her eyes at. "Still not turning your crank, eh?" Grieve-tan felt something hard and metal rap on her forehead, and she opened one eye just enough to peek at what Ventress had hit her with. The shape was blurry but unmistakable: A lightsaber. "Ever been fucked, Goro?" Ventress breathed. "Just your fingers, right? Wanna try something more... exciting?"


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Grieve-tan clenched her eyes shut and bowed her head, seemingly resigned to her fate. Ventress hadn't been merciful on her so far; why would she start now? So her tears tried up and she stopped struggling. With luck, it would be over s--

Grieve-tan was unceremoniously yanked from her position on the shower bench and thrown down onto her chest. The wet, rough concrete floor lacerated her breasts and knocked the wind out of her, giving Ventress ample time to cut the zip ties securing Grieve-tan's limbs and retie them with several lengths of rope she produced from, again, her cleavage. Whereas before she was bound like she was being arrested, now Ventress tied her up like a hog, using a knot so tight and elaborate that it actually demoralized her further.

"It's a one-sided overhand bend knot." Ventress paused and scratched the side of her face. "... I used to be a Brownie. Shut up."

Grieve-tan, predictably, didn't say a word. She did make a sound akin to a chicken with its throat cut when one of Ventress' lightsabers was rammed into her vagina, emitter end first. Though she could wiggle back and forth, she couldn't so much as roll to her side to escape Ventress' punishment, which meant the second lightsaber that penetrated her anus was likewise endured.

Grieve-tan was shaking and again threatening to hyperventilate. Ventress predicted this and yanked out the gag, but rather than scream for help, her prisoner could only gasp and wheeze. "Want your inhaler?" The wicked girl taunted, waving the aforementioned object a few inches in front of Grieve-tan's face. "Then... kiss my foot."

Grieve-tan hesitated but not for long. She wanted to deny Ventress further enjoyment but the stress placed on her, in addition to her restrictive position on the ground, quickly resolved her mind. She kissed Ventress' bare big toe, and her smug captor rewarded her with a single blast of sweet medication.


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Ventress took note of Grieve-tan's declining condition and decided to take it a bit easier... if only for a little bit. She wanted a good time, not a murder. Besides, there were plenty of ways she could enjoy herself that didn't involve torture.

Ventress began to undress, a quick process considering that she was clad in only a pleated skirt and a half-buttoned dress shirt. "You like, Snaggletooth? Say yes and I'll give you another hit off your inhaler."

Grieve-tan's half-lidded eyes canted up to take in Ventress' nude body. In her damaged, desperate state of mind, she couldn't form much of an opinion, even if she did consider herself bisexual (though she'd never admit it openly). Simply to alleviate her burning lungs, she coughed out a "yes" and true to her word, Ventress rewarded her.

"Such a good little freak you are," Ventress cooed, scratching Grieve under the chin like a cat. "We haven't always been the best of friends babe, and I ain't lookin' to change that now. But I do have room in my life for a pet. Would you like that?"

Again, Grieve-tan responded in the affirmative, though the question had hardly been processed by her brain at all.

"WRONG!" Ventress kicked her captive square in the nose, breaking it with a wet squelch and spraying blood across the shower stall's floor. Grieve-tan shrieked in pain and began crying anew, which Ventress immediately silenced by slapping her hand over Grieve's mouth. "Pets don't talk, bitch. Bark, like a good little puppy." Ventress pulled her hand away and shook off some of the spilled blood, waiting for what she had asked. Grieve-tan sputtered, coughed, and wept, but after a few tense moments, she did as ordered: "Bark..."

Ventress smirked in satisfaction. She smacked on the shower nozzle again, washing as much of the blood down the drain as she could. Unlike before, Grieve-tan didn't openly react to the frigid water pouring onto her back. She just laid there, a vacant expression on her face.