Stripping Away the Layers (Part Three)

Evil Rose crossed her long, shapely legs against each other.  The motion pushed chunks of frosting together between her thighs.  With a smile, she rubbed her thighs a bit to smooth out the frosting, giving a nod at Dixie.  But Dixie was still standing motionless, and Evil Rose was becoming impatient.  Her purring shifted to a low growl.  The texture of the frosting on her legs reminded her of her hunger and that she somehow had been persuaded to give up her advantage a moment ago, had imperceptibly lost her control of the situation, and most important, had lost her grip on that perfect flesh.

Dixie saw the second of indecision.  She had watched Rose take her hat, pretending to hold Dixie's authority and command.  And now she wanted Dixie to demean herself further?  Absolutely not!  She was the most dominant woman in this federation. She was the one who gave the orders around here. She was the law, and it was time the masked woman got that into her pretty little head.

The blonde summoned a teasing smile and stepped towards Evil Rose.  Her confidence was returning, and it showed even in that small step.  Evil Rose tilted her head gently to the side, watching her closely, suspicious.  This was an unexpected development, but feline curiosity was getting the better of her, and she remained still as Dixie approached.  She felt a thrilling tingle of fear as the blonde neared, but it shifted back to satisfaction as Dixie dropped to her knees in front of her.  Dixie looked up, eyes more blue than the Texas sky, piercing through the noise around them and stabbing straight into the devil's soul.

Evil Rose felt her heart skip a beat.  No one in the crowd could have seen it happen, but for the two women it represented a devastating shift, and Dixie knew her own power then.

The blue eyes smiled and then relaxed in another slow, sultry wink.  Lowering her head back down, Dixie reached for Rose's leg, tracing a single fingertip idly down the side of the long limb, then slowly back up.  Rose stared down at her, trying to hold her breath but failing to suppress an aching whine.  Dixie leaned forward and planted a single kiss upon her lower thigh.

Evil Rose could not contain a moan of pleasure as the blonde began to kiss up the length of her thigh, her soft lips lingering briefly on her skin each time before slowly tearing away, moving just a little higher with each new kiss.  Rose leaned back against the pads, watching a moment longer before her eyes slowly closed.  She purred gently, almost like a motor idling, waiting for the light to turn green and the race to begin.

Dixie continued kissing upwards, her lips hovering a teasing moment over the the bottom of Rose's swimsuit without touching, then moving up to the woman's firm stomach, kissing her navel.  Her tongue moved over her lips and then flicked out to lick up a small bit of frosting.  Her kisses flowed upwards, right to the underside of Evil Rose's large, lovely breast, where she paused again.  She ran her finger along the bottom edge of the blue bikini, tracing the line between the fabric and the emergence of flesh just beneath.

Dixie glanced back up, satisfied to find Evil Rose's eyes still closed, unable see the predatory look on Dixie's face.  Dixie looked back down and moved her hands to Rose's hips, giving each of them a quick squeeze.  She let her hands begin to slide up Rose's sides, then over each of her soft mounds, giving a softer squeeze to each one.  Rose's purring intensified with each touch, and she squirmed pleasurably in Dixie's grasp.

Her eyes opened again to see a wash of bright light.  Her head was bent back and she was looking upwards.  She was defenseless, and she didn't care.  The light was in her head, intoxicating, and she gasped in delight as Dixie gave each of her breasts another harder, longer squeeze.  Dixie let the squeeze linger before finally releasing.  Her lips took the place of her hands as she leaned in and gently planted a kiss on the left breast, and then the right.  And then she straightened and stepped back, cruelly withdrawing her touch entirely.

To be continued...

Stripping Away the Layers (Part Two)

It was too much.  As Dixie turned away, giving her ass another playful shake, Evil Rose advanced with the urgency that comes only with hunger.  Dixie never saw her coming.

A gasp seized her lungs, her lips and eyes widening in shock as she felt each of Evil Rose's hands upon each of her large breasts, gripping them lightly, like the animalistic woman was using them for balance as she stepped into the soft cake, pulling herself close to Dixie, her own ample chest pressing lightly into Dixie's bare back. She tried to turn her gaze to Rose as she leaned in, beginning to slowly lick the frosting off of Dixie's neck.

"H-hey," Dixie barked with a tone of command. "Quit that!"

She brought up her hands, trying to grab the other woman's and pry off their grip.  This only made Rose squeeze her all the harder, maintaining her firm grip and forcing a light moan past Dixie's lips as her long tongue continued to lap up and down the blonde's neck, enjoying the taste of the flesh she was now finding beneath the frosting.

Dixie felt weakness wash over her as Rose's tongue moved up her neck.  Her eyes closed and she moaned softly at the sensation.  It felt good to her, so good…  but…  No!  She fought the weakness, would not admit to feeling it.  She couldn't let this… this beast have its way with her!

Again her fingers grasped at Evil Rose's hands, trying to pry them loose, but her resistance was less than emphatic as she breathed in soft gasps and moans.  Just as Dixie felt she would succumb, the devil finally relented.  Evil Rose's hands released their pressure, slowly withdrawing.  But as they moved away, the fingers curled around the string in the middle of Dixie's skimpy, tight top, and gave it a sharp jerk.

Snap.

A deep blush spread over Dixie's face and a gasp caught in her throat as she realized what had happened, the strained strings of her bikini top snapping easily with Evil Rose's jerk, her bosom pillowing forwards and outwards, the indented lines from the bikini strings already fading from the freed flesh.  Dixie started to panic and quickly rushed to cover her chest with her arms, but she caught a glimpse of herself magnified on the screens and knew it was too late.  Everyone had already gotten a good, long look at Dixie's perfect tits laid bare, and an explosion of cheers now drowned the music.  The sound flooded into Dixie's ears.  Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment, and she felt powerless to contain the frenzied bouncing of her heart.

Evil Rose stepped back out of the cake, grinning wickedly, enjoying Dixie's panic as much as the crowd.  And she didn't need a big screen to see the closeup.  She had the real thing.

Dixie finally just sighed and turned to face Evil Rose.  The blush was fading, but not completely, and had been joined by a frown that looked hurt, as if her trust had been betrayed.  Accepting that she was defeated, at least for the moment, Dixie let her arms drop slowly, her soft nipples quickly firming as the cool air of the arena hit them.  Dixie felt them harden, stiffen, allowing that to be her only defiance now as she let her arms dangle by her sides in a show of surrender.

The satisfied grin on Evil Rose's lips widened, and she took another step away from Dixie, slowly turning her back to her as she returned to her corner.  As she slinked toward the ropes, she spotted the police hat the Texan had flung her way.  She leaned down, making a show of reaching for the hat while looking back at Dixie, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.  Dixie just stared back, unsure, as Evil Rose began to wiggle her own wide bottom at her, the long tail attached to her swimsuit swinging hypnotically.  Dixie's gaze followed it, moving back and forth with the tail's beguiling movements, until Rose finally straightened up and stepped into her corner.

She flipped the hat onto her head and nodded at Dixie, a content purr passing her lips.  The look in her eyes was more hypnotic than the tail had been.  She silently commanded the blonde to continue her display.

Keep dancing.

Evil Rose spread her arms across the ropes, leaning confidently against the pads over the turnbuckles.  She would have her fill tonight, whether it be the taste of cake or human flesh.  The animal in her was starting to prefer the latter.

To be continued...

Stripping Away the Layers (Part One)

An odd hush hung over the Rumble Roses arena, the attending fans quiet as they stared down at the ring. Normally, the crowd was louder, more animated, but tonight was different.  Something was up, and the attending fans of the federation were as curious as the woman they watched below.

Evil Rose waited in the ring near the ropes, pacing back and forth anxiously, her eyes hungry. Usually she wore a second skin of crimson leather, but tonight was unusual.  A glacier-blue two piece bikini hugged her body, matching a lycra mask decorated with sharp feline ears instead of the familiar horns; the devil in another guise.  She licked her lips, her brown eyes glittering, her agitated attention fixed on something out of place, bizarre.

Sitting in the center of the ring was a giant cake, almost as tall as Evil Rose, covered in white frosting with pink accents along the edges and rims of each tier.  The devil woman continued to pace in the ring, staring at the huge dessert, and it was painfully obvious what she wanted.  But something held her back, as if she had no will to act of her own initiative, compelled to wait for the proper cue.

And then it came.  The house lights dimmed, died, and a pair of ghostly spotlights shined down upon the cake. Evil Rose hissed at the bright lights, retreating to the corner of the ring as if banished.  With the lights came a swell of music from the house speakers, bursting across the arena with the driving rock beats instantly recognized by the fans as Prison of Love, one of the songs used by Dixie Clemets during her arena entrances.  No, not Dixie.  Sergeant Clemets as she demanded lately to be addressed - a demand rarely challenged since her recent attitude showed no sign of Dixie's easygoing nature and sense of fair play.

The crowd's hush broke into a murmur as all eyes scanned the arena, each pair hoping to be the first to spot the Texan.  The fans were on their feet, waiting, wondering, aching to know what was going on.  Their suspense was mercifully brief.

Like the wings of a butterfly slowly emerging from their cocoon and unfurling in new air, a pair of feminine hands slowly pushed up out of the cake, followed by a pair of strong, bare arms.  And then the lovely body emerged in total as Dixie herself rose up out of the cake, wriggling free and forming enough of a hollow in the cake for her to be fully seen.

At first it seemed her body was completely bare with only bits of cake and icing for coverage.  But after the initial shock had passed and the fans had a moment to observe her on the arena's huge screens, it became apparent that under the random smears of frosting, she was wearing her typical swimsuit.

Or what passed for one.

The top was merely two tiny purple triangles of fabric barely stretched over her nipples and held in place by a few taut strings and tied on her back in a single knot, giving the distinct impression that Dixie's massive, round breasts would burst free at any given moment.  The swimsuit's bottom was a pair of too-tight and too-short black denim shorts, hugging her wide hips and round buttocks nicely.  Resting atop Dixie's blonde hair was her black police cap adorned with a gleaming badge whose authority was validated by a peculiar and unique force as formidable as any law - the woman herself.  With a haughty smirk, she reached for the cap and slung it lightly across the ring toward Evil Rose, whose glance followed it until it stopped at her feet.  She turned her glittering gaze again to Dixie.

The devil woman had been hungry before.  She was starving now.  She stared ravenously as the blonde slowly turned in a tight circle in the cake.  She was dancing to the music, slowly, testingly, the beginning of a frown threatening to mar her beautiful face.  She seemed almost upset about what she was doing, but her body betrayed her, locking into the rhythm of her theme perfectly.  Her movement became confident and relaxed, and the frown evaporated. Her hips swayed subtly with the music, her chest giving a gentle bounce as she turned in place, her arms rising above her head, then falling to race down her own sides, and then up again along her curvy body as she moved with the crunching guitar and sultry lyrics.

Evil Rose took a careful step towards Dixie, licking her lips once more, a soft growl rumbling in her throat. She stared at the cowgirl as she continued to dance, turning away from Rose for a moment, giving her firm bottom a little shake before spinning back to face her. When she noticed that Evil Rose was inching closer to her, she smiled and extended one hand towards her, pointing a finger upwards and waggling it back and forth, shaking her head slowly.

A taunt. No, not yet.

Rose whimpered, retreating back towards her corner, her eyes never leaving Dixie's stare, not even as the blonde noticed a bit of frosting on her fingertip and brought her hand up to her face, sliding the finger past her soft lips, giving a light moan aimed at Evil Rose as she slowly, so slowly, sucked the frosting from her finger and brought it out of her mouth again.  She traced the finger over her smirking lips and turned away from the blue-clad woman, tilting her head seductively, glancing back over her shoulder with a slow, teasing wink.

To be continued...

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This blog will be devoted to an illustrated Rumble Roses story, available in its entirety only here.  The first scenario, Stripping Away the Layers, features Sgt. Clemets, Evil Rose, and a cake.  It will be updated weekly starting Sunday, May 1.  Be here!