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Franziska's Memoirs	By : DonCorneo Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 10077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Warnings:
F/F, Oral, Dom, D/S

But Phoenix Wright was nowhere to be found. There was only his little assistant, the spirit medium.
Franziska sighed. This was not Phoenix Wright, but she had business with the girl, too. She closed the door behind her, locking it.
Maya seemed afraid to look her in the eyes, and spent much of their brief conversation shifting her weight and stuttering. Franziska decided to bring up the elephant in the room, announcing proudly that she had been caught having sexual relations with a certain bumbling detective.
Maya's cheeks went pink, but she stayed silent. She took the girl's chin in her hand and forced her to make eye contact. Franziska shot her a devilish smile and very politely asked what she would have to do to keep her quiet.
When there was no response, she drew her whip and cracked it against the floor.
She expected this to intimidate the girl, but instead she watched a determined sneer spread across her young face. Maya clapped her hands together, and in a burst of smoke, she took the form of that buxom woman from detention!
Franziska took a step backwards, nearly tumbling over her heels. The woman was a bombshell. She was not exactly slender, but far from overweight; her hips and thighs had a delicious thickness to them, and her breasts were extraordinary. Who was this woman? What on earth was happening?
The woman introduced herself as Mia Fey. In a low growl, she informed Franziska that she would not allow any harm to come to her little sister.
After a moment, Franziska drew her whip, not even sure what she planned to do with it. It didn't matter anyway; Mia Fey surprised her and wrestled her to the ground. Kicking and screaming, Franziska tried to explain that she never intended to harm Maya, but for some reason her mysterious attacker didn't buy it.
The catfight of the century ensued right on the floor of Wright and Co., and the two women wrestled and clawed at each other with ferocity that would scare off a sabre-toothed tiger. Mia wore no bra of any kind, so her exceptional bust became a frequent target of Franziska's punches and scratches. Likewise, Mia scraped and yanked at Franziska's pantyhose until they were a shredded mess of fabric. Hair was pulled, fingernails and high heels were dug into skin, cufflinks were torn off, sandal straps were broken, and shrill screams bounced off the walls of the small office. In the chaos, their breasts had brushed against each other countless times, and even as she fought for her life, Franziska couldn't help but get fired up. Eventually, a powerful shove from Franziska sent her opponent toppling to the floor. On landing, the woman's short lavender skirt flared up and her thighs spread apart, giving Franziska a nice look, however fleeting, at her white panties. They were obviously the same pair Maya had been wearing, and so were designed for her more slender frame, but on Mia's fuller hips they were several sizes too small. They would have left little to the imagination even if they weren't currently semi-transparent with moisture.
A grin formed on Franziska's face, spanning ear to ear. A good brawl always got her thoroughly moist, but now that she knew her opponent was on the same page, it time to end the foreplay.
Mia quickly picked herself up and began crawling toward her, leering and snarling. Franziska showed the woman her palm, barking an order to stop.
To her surprise, Mia obeyed, freezing in place like a deer in headlights. In the freshly quiet room, the loud panting of both women became apparent.
They stared at each other for a moment until Franziska accused Mia of enjoying this a bit too much. Mia scoffed, wearing a confused expression, and denied such an outrageous claim.
Franziska's lips curled into a smile as she admitted her own arousal; after a long pause, she insisted that Mia felt the same, citing her soaked underwear and erect nipples as irrefutable evidence. They continued panting for a moment, Mia still frozen in a crawling position. Slowly, the older woman pulled her legs beneath her torso until she was sitting on the back of her calves. What seemed like a month passed before Franziska began slowly undoing her jacket. Mia simply stared, continuing to catch her breath.
The proud prosecutor let her jacket fall to the floor and invited Ms. Mia Fey to continue wrestling with her.
A pungent silence continued to fill the air, interrupted every few seconds by a quiet breath. Mia Fey stared into Franziska's soul, studying her gaze, analyzing it, analyzing her.
Hesitantly, angrily, she agreed.
It was a slow start at first; they spent no small amount of time simply exploring each other's skin, each making mental roadmaps of the other's muscle structure. Franziska slipped her fingers into Mia's robe, peeling it back to free her breasts. Her nipples were a dull pink, with large, egg-shaped areolae. A small scratch on one of them oozed a tiny trickle of blood. Franziska half-heartedly apologized and lowered her tongue to it, lapping up the patch of red.
Mia reached around behind her and undid her bra. Franziska, though part of her didn't want to know, couldn't resist pressing their nipples together to compare. Her pale breasts seemed twice as pale next to Mia's mild tan, and for that matter they seemed practically non-existent, almost completely eclipsed by Mia's massive mammaries. She voiced a small grunt of frustration and immediately wished she hadn't, as Mia began to laugh at her.
She scowled and pinned Mia to the ground, ordering her to be quiet. Nobody laughs at a von Karma. Mia's laughing quieted, but hardly stopped. Livid, Franziska sat on the woman's chin and instructed her to smell her panties.
Mia rolled her eyes and exhaled a disgusted breath. The smell of Scruffy's seed was still embedded in them.
Franziska laughed, relishing Mia's humiliation, and slid the pair of wet panties off her legs. She ground her bare vulva across Mia's lips, giving her clear instructions.
To her surprise, the older woman simply shook her head, staring up at her with a scowl. Franziska narrowed her eyes and, in a growling whisper, repeated her instructions. Mia refused.
She could almost see the steam coming out of her nose. She reached behind her to take hold of her whip, but Mia curled into a ball, locking her knees around Franziska's shoulders, and used her legs to pull the astounded prosecutor into a reclining position atop Mia's stomach. As much as she writhed and wriggled, Mia's muscular legs had her locked down. When she failed to sit up, she managed to roll over, thinking her arms might be able to push away from Mia if she faced the floor. This seemed to be exactly what the buxom woman wanted, however, as she locked her foolish legs around Franziska's neck, forcing her face into Mia's crotch and the two of them into a perfect 69 position. The proud von Karma simply refused to take this lying down; she was never, ever the one to take directions during sex. She pushed away from the floor with all her might, but Mia's foolishly tight leglock kept her chin right in the line of fire.
When she felt a tongue boldly probing her own folds, Franziska had no recourse but to breath a loud, irritated sigh and follow Mia's example. All she could think about was getting even, re-establishing authoriity as soon as she got out of this. Even as her chin nuzzled Mia's well-kept patch of pubic hair, even as she lavished the intoxicating scent of Mia's arousal, she dreamt of pinning the vile woman down and forcing her to do her bidding. Even as she purred on the receiving end of Mia's nimble tongue, even as her toes began to curl, even as her hips began moving in circular motions against Mia's face, revenge was at the front of her mind, even as she hungrily lapped up Mia's orgasm and even as she released her own climax into Mia's mouth.
She lept at her chance when she felt Mia's thighs loosen just a bit. She sprang to her feet, turning around and staring down at Mia's smug face. The foolish woman had crossed her arms behind her head and smiled up at her with a foolishly annoying grin. What nerve! Franziska very politely asked this fool just who the hell she thought she was.
Mia Fey simply stared back at her and shrugged.
Franziska cried out in frustration and pounced on the woman; they rolled over each other, wrestling and grappling, and neither one of them was sure whether they were resuming the sex or the catfight.
Quite honestly, it was a bit of both; they pressed their nipples and their labia together as they rolled and writhed around the room in a messy, concentrated ball of lust and aggression. This was no battle for dominance; this was an all-out war. Each woman refused to be dominated so vehemently that neither one of them could gain the upper hand. After they made a few laps around the room, knocking lamps off of tables and books off of shelves, they finally ended up in a position where neither of them needed to take the lead; their backs on the floor, each of them furiously grinding their labia against the other's.
At first, the spot where their genitals sloppily converged was flat against the carpet, but as their frantic tribadism continued to escalate, each of them arched their backs, bringing their point of union at least six or seven inches off the ground.
Paint mixers would have looked on this scene with envy; the gyrations of their hips were so fast and so perfectly in sync that it seemed as though they had become one consciousness. Franziska closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent scream, raking her fingernails through the carpet as she unleashed the most powerful orgasm she'd had in recent memory. Her thighs and spine shook violently, her breath becoming a pained wheeze. She had no idea how far along Mia was, but the thought of holding back to outlast her opponent had not even entered her mind.
Her thrusts slowed considerably as she came down from her climax, and her hips touched the floor again for the first time in minutes. When she heard her partner scold her, she briefly resumed her pace, but when rational thought returned to her, she stopped completely. Nobody gives Franziska von Karma orders!
Mia Fey let out a grunt of frustration and barked at her to continue. Franziska smiled.
She told Mia Fey that she would have to beg for it.
It was so nice to hold the power again.
Another irritated grunt, then a long silence, then the word, "Please."
Franziska laughed. She asked Mia to call her "mistress."
A deep, growling scream filled the room, one that Franziska could hardly believe had come from the same woman. Mia rest her elbows on the carpet, sitting up to glower at her. She narrowed her eyebrows and, through gritted teeth, asked her to please continue... mistress.
Franziska was glowing. She laid her back down onto the carpet and pushed her pelvis closer to Mia's, resuming their frenzied pace. That was as close to domination as she was going to get out of this woman, but it would more than do for her.
When Mia had finished, they stood up and silently dressed themselves and collected their things. Without a word, Franziska turned to leave.
Mia asked her what she planned to do to Maya.
She stopped in her tracks and grinned. She turned around, closing her eyes, and held her index and middle fingers up to her lips in a "V" shape. She stuck her tongue between her two digits, mimicking cunnilingus. She laughed and opened her eyes to discover with a start that Maya, not Mia, was staring back at her, blushing furiously.
Franziska stuttered and stammered a few incoherent half-sentences before she eventually gave up and took a few steps toward the girl. Maya backed away from her, nervously readying the same hand gesture that had summoned Mia the first time.
Franziska held one finger to her lips and gently shook her head, insisting that everything would be fine. Hesitantly, the girl allowed her to enter her personal space, though her bright red cheeks refused to subside.
They were nearly the same height, but Franziska was in high heels, so she stood about six inches taller than Maya. As she leaned in towards the girl's face, the nervous medium turned her head away from her penetrating gaze. Franziska took Maya's chin in her palm, turning her head to face her. This scene had played out before, but instead of cracking her whip, this time she planted a long, warm kiss on Maya's lips. The slender girl squirmed and released muffled squeals, but in due time her fears slowly melted and she allowed Franziska's tongue more and more access to her mouth.
They broke apart abruptly when they heard a key sliding into the office's door. Fighting back her own blush, Franziska stormed up to the door and waited for that foolish man to enter. When his foolishly spiky head entered and witnessed Franziska von Karma standing there scowling at him, his horrified reaction was the sort of priceless gift she could only dream about. She launched into a tirade of insults, puncuating them with whippings, and let him know in no uncertain terms that their feud was far from over. As she stormed out of his office, leaving him bleeding and huddled in a corner, she strongly considered marching back in there, having her way with Maya and forcing Phoenix Wright to watch. With a sigh, she decided that the only way to truly prove her superiority and regain the honor of her family was to defeat him properly in court.
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