Victoria & Kira

VICTORIA & KIRA

Victoria crouches behind a crumbling wall, rifle clutched tightly in her strong hands.  The sun beats down mercilessly, the heat stifling and oppressive.  This godforsaken Wasteland is no place for the faint of heart.

Her squad mates are in position. ‘Drill Sergeant’ Korban barks orders, his gruff voice cutting through the oppressive silence.  Sharon stands tall and imposing, her voluptuous figure barely contained by her skintight Peacekeeper uniform.  Kira slinks through the shadows, her lithe form hidden by a long coat that does little to conceal her curves.

Yumiko crouches nearby, her small frame belied by the massive battering ram she wields with ease. And then there's, Victoria Douglas - Miss Knockout herself, the strongest woman in the Wasteland.

She feels Drill Sergeant's eyes on her, lingering a bit too long for comfort.  He's been keeping her close, favoring Victoria with smoldering glances and suggestive comments.  She rolls her eyes internally.  Just because she’s the best doesn't mean she’s going to jump into his bed.

Her gaze shifts to John Smith, a new member of the Peacekeepers.  Part of some ‘special project.’  He seems out of place here, with his mild demeanor and analytical mind.  But she watches as he falls into step with Kira and Yumiko, their movements coordinated and efficient.  A pang of something - jealousy? - shoots through her.  He's not focusing on the mission, but deep down, she knows it's because she’s not focused on her.

Suddenly, Drill Sergeant's voice crackles over the comms.

"Contact at three o'clock. Four hostiles, armed and approaching."

Victoria springs into action, seeming superhuman strength propelling her forward. The Freemen are no match for them, but they put up a good fight. Bullets fly, and she feels the thrill of battle course through her veins.

She spots the first Freeman, his face twisted in a snarl as he raises his rifle.  She doesn’t hesitate.  His eyes widen in surprise as she launches herself at him, fist connecting with his jaw in a devastating uppercut.  He crumples to the ground, unconscious before hitting the dirt.

She turns to see Sharon take down another Freeman with a swift kick to the groin, followed by a brutal blow from her nightstick.  Her ample chest heaves with exertion, her skintight uniform clinging to her curves.  Kira darts through the shadows, appearing behind one of the Freemen and pressing her gun to his temple.  She flashes a wicked grin, her playful nature contrasting with the deadly seriousness of the situation.

Yumiko swings her massive battering ram with surprising agility, catching the last Freeman in the gut and sending him stumbling back.  She follows up with a quick jab to his face, knocking him senseless.

Victoria watches in awe as John moves with a grace and precision I hadn't expected.  He disarms one of the Freemen with a swift kick to the wrist, followed by a swift punch that sends the man reeling.  His movements are calculated and efficient, each strike landing with deadly accuracy.

It's over in a matter of moments.  The Freemen lie scattered on the ground, groaning and disoriented. The Peacekeepers stand victorious, bodies flush with the adrenaline of battle.

The Freemen are quick to retreat, their bravado fading in the face of superior skills.  As they flee, Vicky let’s out a whoop of victory, the thrill of combat still surging through her veins.

She scans the area, taking in the aftermath of the brief skirmish.   Bullet casings litter the ground, but no casualties and the squad is unscathed, victorious.  Her gaze lands on John, watching as he methodically checks his weapon, ensuring it's still in perfect working order.  Victoria is impressed by his calm efficiency in the heat of battle.

As adrenaline begins to ebb, another feeling starts to take its place.  The sexual tension that always seems to hover just beneath the surface in this godforsaken place.  It's like a living, breathing thing, ready to burst free at any moment.  Kira saunters over, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, well, looks like we showed those Freemen who's boss," her hand trails lightly down John's arm, a flirtatious gesture that doesn't go unnoticed.

Yumiko joins in, her small frame practically radiating heat.

"I always get so worked up after a good fight.  How about we head back to base and... celebrate?"  Her gaze is fixed on John, her intentions clear.

Sharon chuckles, her voice low and sultry.

"Sounds like a plan to me.  I could use a little... stress relief."  She eyeballs John appreciatively, her ample chest heaving with each breath.

Even Drill Sergeant seems to be caught up in the post-battle fervor, his eyes roaming over Victoria's body with undisguised lust.

"We've earned some R&R," he growls, stepping closer to her.

She feels her own body responding to the charged atmosphere, heat pooling low in her belly.  But as she looks at John, watching as he tries to maintain a sense of professionalism, she feels a surge of protectiveness.  She steps away from Korben, between John and the other women, tone light but firm.

"Save it for the base,” she says with a smirk.  She catches John's eye, a sense of pride and admiration filling her.  He meets my gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.  In that moment, she feels a connection, a spark of something more than just camaraderie.

But the moment is broken as Drill Sergeant steps forward, his eyes roaming over Vicky with undisguised hunger.

"Damn, Miss Knockout," he growls, "You're something else in a fight."

I step back, his aggressive tone putting me on edge.

"Just doing my job, Sergeant."

He advances, crowding into her space.

"And you do it well.  Real well."

A surge of anger courses through her at his blatant disrespect.  But before she can respond, Kira interjects, her voice light and playful.

"Ease up, Sergeant.  Vicky's off limits.  Aren't you, honey?"  She winks at Vicky conspiratorially.

Sharon chimes in, her tone teasing.

"Now, now, let's not get too carried away.  We've still got work to do."  She adjusts her tight uniform, drawing attention to her ample curves.

Victoria feels a wave of relief and gratitude towards her squad mates for diffusing the tension. But again she catches John's eye, and sees a flicker of concern there.  He's less than impressed with Drill Sergeant's behavior.

Kira circles John like a predator, her lithe body moving with catlike grace.

"You know, John," she purrs, "I've been looking for a strong man to dominate me.  And after seeing you in action, I'm thinking you might just be that man." She presses her body against his, her curves molding to his muscular frame.

Sharon steps up, her voluptuous figure practically spilling out of her tight uniform.

"Now, now, Kira.  Let's not be greedy.  There's plenty of John to go around."  She reaches out to run a finger down his chest, her eyes smoldering with desire.

Yumiko doesn't back down, her small body practically sizzling with energy.

"Girls, girls.  There's no need to fight over him.  I'm sure John has enough stamina to satisfy all of us."  She winks at him, her tone playful and suggestive.

John seems a bit overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of come-ons, his cheeks flushing pink. But Victoria can see the spark of interest in his eyes, the way his gaze flicks from one woman to the other with appreciation.

Drill Sergeant steps back up to Victoria with his imposing bulk, unfazed by her rejection.

 "Come on, Victoria.  I -”

“Let's finish the patrol?” John croaks.

John's suggestion to finish the patrol is met with a chorus of disappointment from the ladies.  But as much as they enjoy watching him squirm, they know he's right.  There’s still a job to do.

Victoria flashes him a grateful smile.

"You're absolutely right, John.  We should keep moving."  She steps away from Drill Sergeant, putting some much-needed distance between them.

Kira pouts playfully, but obediently falls into formation beside Yumiko and Sharon.

"Fine, fine.  I suppose a few more minutes of patrol won't kill us."  She casts a longing glance at John as they move out.

As they make our way through the desolate landscape, the tension doesn't dissipate.  If anything, the close quarters and the lingering adrenaline from the fight make it even more intense.  Victoria finds herself walking alongside John, a comfortable silence falling between them.  Every now and then, their shoulders brush, sending sparks of awareness through each of them.

"So, John," she says casually, trying to ignore the way her heart speeds up at the sound of his name, "how are you liking the Peacekeepers so far?"

He seems a bit flustered by my attention, but answers readily enough.

"It's... intense.  I'm not used to this level of... chaos."  His eyes dart to the other women, who are engaged in a heated discussion about the best way to remove body armor.

Victoria chuckles softly.

"It takes some getting used to.  But I promise, it's not always this crazy.  Usually."

Ahead, Yumiko trips and stumbles, falling into Sharon with a yelp.

"Oops!  Clumsy me."  She giggles, not sounding the least bit apologetic.

Sharon huffs, but her tone is fond.

"You keep that up kid, and I might just have to punish you later."  Her voice drips with innuendo.

Kira grins mischievously.

"Ooh, can I watch?"

Victoria rolls her eyes at their antics, but can't help but smile.

As they continue their patrol, the banter between the girls gets more and more suggestive.  It's clear that the sexual tension in the air is getting to them.

Kira saunters up to John, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Hey, John," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I was wondering if you could help me with something.  In my tent.  Tonight."

John stammers, clearly flustered.

"I, um, I don't know if that's appropriate, I mean I’d have to ask Kitty."

Sharon chuckles, her ample chest heaving with mirth.

"Kitty Collins?  She won't mind.  Don't be such a prude, John.  We're all friends here, right?  No need to be shy." She winks at him suggestively.

Yumiko lets out a disappointed sigh.

"Aw, come on, John.  Live a little!  We don't bite... unless you're into that sort of thing."  She grins wickedly, vibrating with energy.

Victoria can't help but admire John's composure in the face of all this temptation.  But even she’s not immune to the charged atmosphere.  Her body feels hot and tingly, skin sensitive to every brush against her uniform.

Drill Sergeant falls into step beside her, eyes roaming over her body.

"You know, Miss Knockout, if you're looking for a real man, all you have to do is ask."  His voice is a low rasp, dripping with innuendo.

She glares at him, fists clenching at her sides.

"I think I can handle my own love life, thanks.  And I prefer my men a little less... creepy."

He laughs, unperturbed by my rejection.

"Suit yourself.  But when you're ready for the real deal, you know where to find me."  He winks suggestively and saunters off to catch up with the others.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden anger that's coursing through her.  I hate feeling so out of control, so at the mercy of my hormones.  Does John notice?

* * * * *

As they return to the district station, the sexual tension between the squad members has reached a fever pitch.  It's clear that they're all ready to blow off some steam, and in the most carnal way possible.

Yumiko, Sharon and Kira disappear into one of the back rooms, their laughter and moans soon filtering through the thin walls.  Victoria can only imagine what they're getting up to, but she’s got more pressing concerns.

She makes my way to John's room, knocking lightly on the door. When he answers, I can see the confusion and slight embarrassment on his face. He's clearly not used to this level of... freedom.

"Hey," I say softly, leaning against the doorframe, "Just wanted to check in, make sure you're okay."

He nods, running a hand over his bald head.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  It's just... a lot to take in, you know?"

I grin, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.

"I know what you mean.  The Peacekeepers are a wild bunch.  But we take care of our own."

I can see the desire in his eyes, the way his gaze flickers over my body.  It's intoxicating, knowing that I have that effect on him.

Before either of them can say anything else, the sounds of passionate lovemaking from down the hall interrupt them.  Groans and moans, the creaking of a bed, the slap of skin on skin... it's enough to make even the most hardened soldier squirm.

John blushes, looking away.

"I guess everyone's... busy."

She chuckles, moving closer to him.

"Yeah, they are. But we don't have to join them if you don't want to. We could just... talk."

He looks at me, his eyes dark with want.

"Is that what you want, Victoria?  To talk?"

I shake my head, stepping closer.

"No, not really.  But I'm not going to force anything either.  So we can…talk, instead.”

He nods, his hand reaches for hers.  He holds it and gives it a small squeeze.

“Thank you.”

John and Victoria spend a while talking, laughing, and gradually getting more comfortable with each other.  The sounds from the other rooms filter in occasionally, but they manage to ignore them, lost in their own little world.

"You know," Victoria says softly, "I'm glad you're here, John.  The Peacekeepers, they can be a lot to handle sometimes.  But you... you're different."

He looks at me, his eyes soft with emotion.

"I'm glad I'm here too, Victoria.  You're... special.  Different from anyone I've ever met."

She smiles, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder.  They sit like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness.  The softness of his arm, the warmth of his body against hers... it's perfect.

But as nice as it is, it can’t last forever.  The Peacekeepers have needs.  Needs that are starting to become impossible to ignore.

She pulls back, looking up at him with a coy smile.

"As much as I love talking to you, John... I think I need more than that right now. If…”

“Hey,” John says and gives her a kiss on her forehead, “Go get ‘em tiger.”

He looks at her, his eyes full of love, surprising Victoria.

“Are-are you sure?” she asks.

“Absolutely.  Enjoy yourself.  I’m…working on it.”

His lips meet mine, and I melt into the kiss. It's soft at first, then harder, more demanding. Our bodies press together, and she can feel his arousal, hot and hard against her hip.  But she leaves it undisturbed.  

With surprising difficulty, Victoria blows John a kiss and leaves the room.  On the other side of the door, she closes her eyes and squeals internally.  We talked!  Wow!

Down the hallway, Victoria spots Kira slipping away, her movements furtive and determined.  A mischievous grin spreads across Vicky’s face.  She's just the distraction  needed, the perfect outlet for her pent-up energy.  She saunters off after Kira, hips swaying with each step.

Victoria finds her in one of the empty supply rooms, her back pressed against the wall as she tries to catch her breath.  When she sees me, a slow, seductive smile spreads across her face.

"Well, well," she purrs, her voice low and husky.  "Looking for a little adventure, Miss Knockout?"

Vicky steps closer, crowding her against the wall.

"You could say that, Ranger.  I've got some... energy to burn off.  And you looked like just the person to help me with that."  Her hands slide Kira’s sides, her touch electric even through clothing.

"I thought you'd never ask."

And then they were kissing, hot and hungry, bodies pressing together in a tangle of limbs.  Kira's hands are everywhere, tugging at clothes, demanding access.  Victoria obliges, shrugging out of her top and letting it fall to the floor.

But even as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment, Vicky’s mind keeps straying to John.  The way he looked at her, the promise in his eyes... she can't help but compare him to Kira, can't stop wondering what it would be like to be with him like this.  Kira's skillful hands and wicked tongue take Vicky to new heights, but it's John's image that brings her over the edge.  His face, his touch.

Kira and Victoria tangle together, lost in the moment, the feel of hands on sensitive places and the heat of mouths against skin.  But even as Victoria gasps and moans, giving herself over to the pleasure, she knows that she’s in control here.  Kira is a pro at this, no doubt about it.  She knows just how to touch her, how to make her writhe and beg for more.  But Victoria is not just any girl.  She’s Miss fucking Knockout, the world champion boxer, the billionaire badass.  She’s used to being in charge.

So even as she pushed up against the wall, even as Kira starts to trail kisses down her neck, she finds herself taking control.  Her hands fist in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her gasp.

"You're playing with fire, Phantom Ranger," she growls, her breath hot against the cup of her ear, "You sure you can handle me?"

She makes a little sound, half moan, half laugh.

"Oh, I can handle you, Victoria.  The question is, can you handle me?"

Victoria smiles, slow and wicked.  Then, in one swift move, she spun her around and pinned her to the wall, her body pressing against Kira’s back.  She gasps, arching into her, and Victoria can feel her shiver of excitement.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Kira," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear.  "But I think I'm going to enjoy it."  She nips at her earlobe, then trails kisses down her neck, hands roaming over her body.  Kira squirms and writhes under her touch, but she doesn't try to get away.  If anything, she presses back against Victoria, her breath coming in little pants.

She can feel how much Kira wants this, how much she wants her.  God help me, I want her too. But I'm not going to make it easy for her.  I'm going to make her beg for it, make her plead for my touch.  Slowly, teasingly, Victoria starts to undress her, her hands ghostly soft.

As she continues her sensual assault on Kira's body, she can't help but think about John.  The way his eyes darkened with desire, the promise in his touch... it's intoxicating.  She wondered how he would look right now, watching her take control like this.

Kira is putty in Victoria’s hands, her body responding to every touch, every kiss.  But as good as it feels, as much as Vicky enjoys dominating her, she finds herself craving more.  Craving something deeper, more meaningful.

With a soft sigh, she pulls back, leaving Kira panting and needy against the wall.  She looks up at me with hooded eyes, her lips swollen from my kisses.

"What's wrong, Victoria?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.  "Don't tell me you're going to leave me like this."

I shake my head, smirking down at her.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart.  But I think we need to change things up a bit."

Before she can respond, I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her over to the small desk in the corner of the room.  I set her down on the edge, then step back, my eyes roaming over her body appreciatively.

"I want you to be a good girl for me, Kira," I purr, my voice low and commanding.  "I want you to do exactly as I say, no questions asked.  Can you do that for me?"

She nods, her eyes wide and trusting.

"Yes, Victoria.  I'll do anything you want."

Vicky smiles, pleased by her submission.

"Good girl.  Now, I want you to keep your eyes on me, understood?  No matter what happens, you don't look away."

She nods again, her gaze locked on Victoria’s, filled with excitement, the anticipation of what's to come.  It's a heady feeling, knowing that she has this kind of power over her.  Slowly, teasingly, she starts to undress, putting on a show for her, clothes falling to the floor, one by one.

As Victoria strips for Kira, she can feel her eyes on her, hungry and appreciative.  When she’s finally naked, she takes a step back, giving her a chance to drink in the sight. Victoria’s body is toned and powerful, perfect, the result of years of intense training and hard-fought battles.

"Like what you see, Phantom Ranger?" Vicky asks, smirking as she takes in Kira’s own state of undress, her long signature coat over a white bra and panties that leave little to the imagination.  The contrast between the coat and the skimpy underwear is striking, and Victoria can't help but wonder what other surprises she might be hiding under all that fabric.

Kira licks her lips, her eyes roaming over Vicky’s body hungrily.

"You know I do, Miss Knockout," she purrs, her voice low and seductive.  "But I think it's time for you to see what I've got to offer."

With a wicked grin, she reaches up and unties her coat, letting it fall open to reveal the curves of her body.  The white bra and panties hug her form perfectly, emphasizing her slim waist and smaller breasts.  She looks like a goddess, all creamy skin and soft curves, and Victoria’s mouth goes dry at the sight.

But as much as she wants to rush forward and take her in her arms, she holds back, savoring the moment, to make it last as long as possible.  She wants to make Kira squirm and beg for it.

"You're playing with fire, Phantom Ranger," Vicky warns, her voice low and dangerous.  "But I think I'm going to enjoy watching you burn."

Kira just smiles, reaching up to unclasp her bra.  Her breasts spill free, full and perfect, the nipples already hard with arousal.  I swallow hard, my own body responding to the sight.

"Prove it, Miss Knockout," she challenges, her eyes gleaming with mischief.  "Show me just how hot you can make me."

Vicky grins, ready to take her up on that challenge.  She steps closer to Kira, eyes roaming over her body appreciatively.  She looks incredible, all creamy skin and soft curves, just begging to be touched.  But she knows that if she gives in to temptation right away, it won't last long.  And she wanted to make this last, to draw out her pleasure until she's practically shaking with need.

"Before we go any further, I have one rule for you, Kira," she says, voice low and commanding. "I want you to touch yourself.  Show me how badly you want this."

Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods, a look of excitement crossing her face.  Slowly, teasingly, she slides her hands down her body, cupping her breasts and rubbing her thumbs over her nipples.  Her nipples harden even more under her touch, and I feel my own body responding.

Kira moans softly, arching into her own touch.  Then, her hands drift lower, sliding over her stomach and dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of her panties.  She bites her lip, looking up at me with hooded eyes.

"Like this, Victoria?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.  "Is this what you wanted to see?"

Victoria nods, her own arousal building as she watches her.

"Just like that, Kira.  Don't stop."

She obeys, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke and tease her most sensitive spots. Vicky can see the effect it's having on her, the way her hips start to rock and her breathing growing heavier.  Vicky steps closer, reaching out to trail her fingers along Kira’s thigh.

"You're so wet, Phantom Ranger," se murmurs, voice low and approving, "So ready for me."

Kira whimpers, her head falling back as she continues to touch herself.  Vicky can see how close she is, can feel the tension building in her body.  But she’s not ready for this to end yet. Vicky wants to make Kira come undone, to push her to the very brink of pleasure before letting her fall over the edge.

Victoria leans in close, hot breath ghosting over Kira's ear as she whispers to her.

"That's it, baby.  Touch yourself for me.  Show me how much you want it.  How much you need to come."

Her words seem to spur Kira on, her fingers moving faster, more urgently over her clit.  Her breathing is coming in short, sharp gasps now, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm.

"You're doing so well, Kira," Vicky croons, her hand sliding up to join Kira’s between her thighs. "I can feel how close you are.  Don't hold back, sweetheart.  Let go for me."

With a choked cry, Kira obeys, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her.  Victoria works her through it, fingers gentle and sure, until she's spent and trembling in her arms.  Victoria holds her for a moment, letting her catch her breath.  Then, with a wicked grin, she pulls her up and switches places with her on the desk.  She positions Kira between her spread thighs.

"Your turn to pleasure me now, Ranger," she purrs, guiding her head down to her waiting sex. "Make me come as hard as you just did."

Kira moans, the sound vibrating through Vicky as she buries her face between her thighs.  Her tongue is hot and clever, lapping at her folds and teasing her clit in all the right ways.  Victoria gasps, fingers tangling in her hair as she works her higher and higher.  It feels incredible, but she’s not ready to let go just yet.  Ssssavor it.  Draw out her pleasure as long as possible.

"That's it, Kira," Vicky pants, hips rocking against Kira’s face.  "Just like that.  Don't stop."

She obeys, her tongue and lips working in tandem to drive Vicky wild.  She can feel her orgasm building, can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

With a cry, Victoria lets go, body shaking as her climax crashes over her.  Kira works me through it, her mouth gentle and thorough.  As Kira helps her ride out the aftershocks her mind wanders to John.  I can't believe how much I want him, she thinks.  That way he looked at me, his eyes... it's enough to make her shiver with desire.

She slips off the desk, feeling deliciously satisfied, and pulls Kira into a big bear hug.

"That was amazing, Kira," Vicky says warmly, smoothing her hair.  "You did so well, listening to me and following my lead.  You're always so good to me."

Kira snuggles into her embrace, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"I love pleasing you, Victoria," she murmurs.  "You're so strong and in control.  It's... exciting, being with you like this."

Victoria smiles and presses a tender kiss to her forehead.

"You're pretty exciting yourself, Phantom Ranger.  And I feel the same way about you, you know.  It's a thrill to dominate a sexy, feisty girl like you."  She gives her a playful swat on the rump as she steps back and starts gathering her scattered clothing.  "Now, get dressed, gorgeous.  We should get back out there and check on the others before they come looking for us."

Kira pouts adorably as she starts pulling on her clothes.

"Aw, do we have to?  I was hoping for round two."

Vicky laughs and tweaks her nose affectionately.

"Not tonight, sweetheart.  But soon, I promise.  I always keep my promises."

As they finish getting dressed and head out, she can't help but think about John again.  The way he treated her so formally, with such restraint and respect... it's making her wonder what would happen if she took him up on his offer.  If he would dominate her, just once… The thought sends a delicious shiver down her spine.  She might just have to find out.