Let the Punishment Fit the Crime

Author: Links
Email: insane_shinomegami@yahoo.com

Pairings: DxR, 1xD

Warnings: Violence of an extreme nature, death, lemon, Major Relena bashing… and… stuff. Will not go down well with you if you like Relena. *smiles sweetly*
May cause harm to illiterate personages.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything of any great value. Don’t waste your time suing me ‘cos I don’t even have a bed at the moment.

Links Says: Guess where this came from! Lol. I was quite impressed with how this turned out – it took me a few very twisted, angsty hours to actually get something legible typed up. Sometimes I scare myself. Hope you like it ^_^ Please feel free to leave a comment, critisism (constructive or otherwise) is also welcome.


Let the Punishment Fit the Crime
Written by Links for the happy personages of the fic world

Let the Punishment fit the Crime

It wasn’t even as though the relationship had lasted all that long. It had been about a month and a half and Dorothy had just become sick of Relena. It wasn’t as thought she was horrid to her, and it wasn’t like her last relationship, well almost. It was however starting to appear that way. The fact that Relena found herself more important than Dorothy made her feel sick. As far as she was concerned, Relena should have worshipped the ground that Dorothy walked on. She was, after all, a Goddess that deserved to be worshiped.

Dorothy looked at the knife in her hands. The sharp blade glistened in the half light of the apartment’s kitchen. How could it be that she had been driven to this? Dorothy closed her eyes, sliding down the fridge door into a sitting position on the cool linoleum floor, the fridge cold against her naked back. In her personal darkness, the memories came flooding back.

***

It was late winter when they’d met. Dorothy had been forced into a new school and war was on the horizon. The Gods they called Gundams were fighting the Oz alliance, the pilots regarded as terrorists.

Dorothy held a deep seated hate for changing schools, born from being the spawn of politically maniacal parents. Moving around a lot in her younger years forced upon Dorothy a certain amount of misunderstanding from children her own age. From the time she was four, Dorothy was heavily ostracized.
Of course, her way of managing it had been to build herself an icy exterior wall, impenetrable by just any passer by. She had developed herself within that wall, a victim of her own circumstance. Shocked with the sudden death of her parents and the unceremonious initiation into their roles gave Dorothy the strength and grace of a dictator. She needed nobody and craved only solitude in this world so heavily laced with pain and hatred. And so the Goddess had been born.

Unfortunately for her, her Goddess like façade was destroyed when she met Relena. The snotty little pacifist bitch had caught her, treated her like an equal rather than a superior, something Dorothy had never experienced. She decided to bring Relena down a few pegs and show her how to treat her as the Goddess she was, but something in Relena had managed to melt the icy exterior of Dorothy’s façade and she’d let her guard down and the little bitch in.

Oh the honey blonde locks, the beautiful deep eyes full of emotion, the gaze that met hers when Relena was tightly bound and giving her oral pleasure. Dorothy had become less than what she had been, her position in the world had been lowered by a snotty little pacifist who she far outclassed. How could she have made such a mistake?

It had been after a meeting with the pacifist nations that they’d first made romantic contact. Dorothy had driven her to the meeting and home again, giving Pagan, the usual driver time to recuperate from the flu that had struck him down. Relena had asked her up for a coffee and Dorothy had stupidly agreed, something she had never done before, but thought of as innocent. Something that meant nothing. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Relena made it perfectly clear that her intentions were not so innocent by taking Dorothy in a passionate kiss. A kiss like she had never experienced before, inexperienced, but honest, the sex that followed hadn’t been exactly terrible either. The relationship blossomed from that moment, slowly and discreetly, but blossomed all the same.

Relena had revealed herself as the submissive type, something that annoyed Dorothy a little, preferring a bit of fight in her partners, yet she decided to let it go. This might be the first time in her life that someone showed her more than just sex. Perhaps Dorothy might be able to let this girl in.

After a while it became blaringly obvious, however that there could never be anything big between them. Relena’s complete pacifism gave Dorothy the shits and soon she began to resent the fact that Relena was even interested in her.

Not the first time Dorothy had shared her bed with another woman but definitely the first time the other woman was willing to do whatever Dorothy asked of her. One night just for fun, Dorothy had asked Relena to pour boiling oil on her naked stomach.

Much to her dismay, Relena had picked up the pot containing the small quantity of oil and tipped it all over herself, melting the skin on her belly and needing plastic surgery to repair the damage.
Fortunately for Dorothy two of the Gundam pilots had attended the school she was attending, allowing her to get to know them on a personal level, Heero, the pilot of the Wing Zero. Hot, with an attitude to match. Dorothy was prone to drooling over him in her spare moments. Of course the fact that he was a suicidal, highly volatile trained weapon of mass destruction just added to his allure. Dorothy liked her men to be both strong of body and of spirit and Heero defined this for her. Apparently Relena had noticed these attributes also and had developed a somewhat unnatural obsession with the pilot, often times standing atop mountains, high buildings and precipices – anything that had a view really – and screaming at the top of her lungs for Heero to come and kill her.

Anyone would think she was in love with Heero and not Dorothy.

Dorothy figured she should have seen it coming. She seemed to have a knack for attracting the weirdos.

Then there was Heero’s fellow pilot, Quatre Rabarba Winner. An absolute doll in Dorothy’s opinion. Dear blond Quatre who drank tea till it was coming out his ass. It hadn’t taken her long to fall deeply in love with the boy, even though he was gay and involved, apparently with another one of the pilots that she had not yet come across. Sweet as Quatre was, he, like Heero, had a strong spirit and a temper to match if his buttons were pushed just right. Dorothy often found herself in his arms after she’d kicked Relena out for one of her many stupidities. He’d always asked her why she kept taking Relena back.

Occasionally Duo would pop his head in, full of fun and humour and happy to whisk her off to the local clubs for a few too many drinks and a great time.

All of them had been so sweet to her, each in his own special way, but it was Quatre that held her heart. It was he who had persuaded her to give Relena the flick, permanently.
It had all happened one night a couple of days ago.

Relena had come home after a meeting with the old farts she so adored to entertain and come crawling in on her hands and knees to where Dorothy was working on hacking into the Oz alliance network. Her hack, however, was never going to happen, due to the fact that she was still obsessing over having to call Relena Miss Relena in public. As she sat there grumbling to herself, Relena slunk towards her across the carpet, completely naked and silent so that Dorothy payed her no heed until she’d made it under the study desk and began to slip her hand up Dorothy’s inner thigh.

Dorothy instinctively pulled her chair back to see Relena sitting under the desk, her favourite black strap on in her mouth. Big brown eyes filled with lust.

Dorothy rolled her eyes, and told her that she wasn’t in the mood, obviously something Relena just didn’t understand. The honey blonde wench just kept crawling forward and rubbing into Dorothy’s legs like a cat rubbing its scent.
Dorothy stood up telling her more forcefully that she wasn’t interested and that she’d be going to bed now, but as she turned to leave, Relena latched on to her ankle and refused to let go.

“Miss Dorothy, I would sincerely like you to fuck me. I know that we’ve both had hard days and you must need some tension release too.” she’d said, big lusty eyes locked on Dorothy’s.

Dorothy scoffed and left the room, hoping to be left alone. She’d gone straight to her room, slipped into her pyjamas and hopped into bed, finding herself actually praying to the powers that be to just let the roof fall on her and kill the frustration that was consuming her.

Moment’s later, the door creaked open and Relena tip toed in, this time with a cat of nine tails as well as the strap on.

Dorothy got out of bed, feeling her anger rise at Relena’s persistence, snatched the cat of nine tails and began striking the tender flesh of Relena’s back hard. At first Relena enjoyed the lashing but when the whip snapped sticky lines of red into her skin she began to plead for an end.

Dorothy was deaf to her pleas, bringing the leather strapping down time and again with brute force, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt all the annoyance and frustration Relena had brought to her slip away.

Before long there was hardly any skin to speak of left on Relena’s back. She’d collapsed on the floor, passed out from the excruciating pain of Dorothy’s torture, fresh blood weeping onto the floor from her wounds.

Dorothy didn’t even look at the girl, instead, running to grab the phone from it’s cradle, she punched the speed dial button for Quatre and in fifteen minutes he and Heero were both there. Quatre held her while she cried out the last of her frustrations and Heero went to aid the still bleeding Relena.

“Dorothy, you have to end it. She’s not worth all this pain.” Quatre said as he rocked her in his arms. “I’m worried about you. I mean, you used to be such a strong woman but she has reduced you to this, a whimpering child.”

Dorothy sniffled, a half smile donning her ruddy features. “Thanks Quatre, you always know just what to say when I’m down.”

“Oh my,” he added hurriedly, “I don’t mean that you’re any less strong than you were, it’s just that you’re…”

“It’s fine Quat, I know what you mean. I have been weak since I’ve been with her. I should have just stayed single.” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around the boy. “I love you so much Quat, you’re my best friend. Thank you for coming so quickly.”

Quatre said nothing more, knowing that the girl would be ok, he’d seen that glimmer in her eye, the same she had that day in fencing class when she’d introduced herself to them both.

***

That was how it had come to this. The final instalment of this horrid part of her life was finally coming to an end. The knife blade caught the moonlight perfectly, reflecting a lovely pearly silver shape onto the ceiling of the small kitchen. The leather holding the large, slick black dildo to her genitals bit into her flesh a little. She was wet with excited anticipation at what was about to unfold.

‘Any time now,’ she thought to herself, the darkness feeling warm around her body.

The sound of a key in the lock brought Dorothy into perfect focus, her hand clenching tightly on the knife handle. She stood, feeling her own strength build as the time drew nearer.

Relena’s footsteps drew closer, she was reaching for the light switch to the kitchen where Dorothy waited. Soon she’d be face to face with her.

The light blinked to life and Relena stepped around the corner, eyes widening at the sight of Dorothy’s fake cock. “Good evening Miss Dorothy.”

“Hey hon, have a nice day?”

Relena didn’t have time to even utter a reply before Dorothy’s blade was plunged through her stomach, a guttural cry escaping her throat as she slipped to the floor onto her hands and knees, one hand moving to clutch at her bleeding abdomen. With a maniacal smile, Dorothy slowly turned the blade in Relena’s flesh.

Dorothy eased the knife out of the wound she had inflicted hoping that she hadn’t nicked an artery. The sign of the pure red blood pouring from the gaping wound was like art to her, all signs pointed to her not having hit an artery, nor any vital organs. Dorothy moved toward the girl and ripped off her blood soaked shirt. Using the tip of her blade, she re-opened several of the wounds on Relena’s back the girl screamed in pain as the warming metal sliced through her shallowly.

“Doro..th..y…. why?” she gasped through the pain.

“Shut up you insignificant little pacifist bitch.” Dorothy backhanded her across her open, bleeding back causing Relena to wail in pain again.
‘Now for the final touch.’ Dorothy though to herself, running her hand along the dildo.

Dorothy knelt behind the whimpering girl, running her hand lightly over her back. Relena, again cried out in pain. Stroking her fake cock with her bloodied hand, she felt herself heat up, knowing how much delicious pain this would cause the bitch.

Silently thanking the powers that be that Relena wore no stockings, she cut the skirt from her ass with the knife blade and severed the thin string of material dividing her ass cheeks. Relena began to cry.

Dorothy grabbed the bloodied girl by the hips and slammed the cock deep into her tight, unprepared pussy. Relena howled, coughing up blood as she did so. Dorothy delighted in the pain that she was causing the girl. Slamming hard into her again, she pondered if the remainder of her plan would be as successful as it had been so far.

The blood dripping down Relena’s legs made Dorothy smile. She withdrew the cock, leaning forward to lick at the mixture of blood and womanly juices flowing form the girl before her. Relena coughed up more blood.

Dorothy smiled and parted those sweet little ass cheeks. It was time for the big finale.

Moving between the soft orbs of flesh, Dorothy licked at the puckered opening that lay between. Her own pussy was dripping her excitement on the floor beneath her as she positioned the rubber cock at Relena’s tight hole. Relena whimpered in fear, blood bubbling into her mouth as she tried to plead with Dorothy. Dorothy moaned with pleasure as she pounded the hard cock into Relena’s virgin ass. Relena vomited with the pain and collapsed, whimpering, offering no further resistance as Dorothy began battering Relena’s insides.

Dorothy was amazed by how much this was turning her on, the blood running freely and pooling onto the floor, mingling with vomit and the smell of her own excitement. When Relena began to slip out of consciousness, Dorothy pushed deeply into her, grabbing the knife up off the floor and leaning over Relena’s blood soaked back.

“This is for being such a selfish bitch. Pacifism is for weaklings. I hate you Relena.”

With that, she swiftly ran the knife across Relena’s throat, sighing as her last breath bubbled out of the wound. It was done, she was gone.

Standing up, Dorothy undid the leather straps that bound the dildo to her and discarded it with Relena’s corpse. She walked into her room, trailing bloody footsteps across the soft cream carpet. Inside the room waiting on her bed, completely naked and erect was Heero.

“I thought you were never going to finish.” he grunted as she walked to the bed.

“I was enjoying myself, nothing wrong with that.” she smiled as Heero took her by the waist and pulled her onto him. Rolling her over onto the bed, he positioned himself between her legs, moaning at the sight of her dripping wet pussy. Smirking he leaned forward, tasting Dorothy’s sweetness as she writhed in pleasure.

“I see someone is ready for a quick fuck.” he smirked, Dorothy’s wetness dribbling down his face.

“Do it Heero, I need you!” she moaned as Heero positioned himself at her slick opening.

Drawing in a deep breath, Heero slammed his hips forward, easily sinking into Dorothy’s silken depths. The girl was more turned on than he ever imagined and the smell of Relena’s drying blood was acting as a strong aphrodisiac for them both.

Heero pumped himself deep into Dorothy, feeling his orgasm build as she clenched tight with her first. He adored the way her back arched as she came.

He took her mouth in a passionate kiss as he thrust into her. He was nearing breaking point and she was close again herself.

Suddenly, the crescendo of orgasm flooded over the pair and they came screaming each others name. Panting, Heero collapsed on top of Dorothy, still inside her as he rested.

After a few minutes of afterglow, Dorothy persuaded Heero into the shower to help her wash off the blood.

When the pair was clean, they changed and left the apartment, walking down the hallway, Dorothy slammed her fist onto the emergency fire button, causing the alarms in the building to start wailing. Heero took her hand and they ran as people began to issue from their apartments carrying valuables, pets and children.

Soon after the building was empty, a bewildered crowd gathered in front looking up at the dark façade wondering where the fire was. Seconds later a Gundam was smashing the building to pieces. Heero took Dorothy into his arms, pretending to comfort her for the benefit of the onlookers.

“Thank you Heero, and thank you too Quatre, for setting me free.” Dorothy whispered as the Gundam Sandrock finished its job and the three of them left the building site