‘Thank you, your majesty. But what of Corin, and my seneschal?’
‘Oh, I won’t deprive you of your one true love. I know how much you need her. I also won’t steal Corin away from you. You won her fair and square. Kitjana will just have to accept that, as have the Shadow-Angels. Though I wouldn’t count on any Christmas cards from them for awhile.’ She chuckled, stepping out from behind Kira and holding her shoulders.
‘Quite divine, and this is just the beginning, Kira,’ she stated, a secret smile blossoming upon her lips. ‘We have much more ahead of us, but that can wait for now. First, I have a little surprise in store for you, something I’ve been keeping hidden for years, waiting for this very moment. Let’s call it a coming of age present, to help you finally shut the door on an old chapter of your life before you face the new.’
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‘I don’t believe it!’ hissed Kira, a mixture of shock and long-suppressed anger spilling through her voice. Her hands clenched into fists as she beheld the sight before her.
‘The royal harem has been waiting for you Kira,’
revealed the queen, indicating the luxurious chamber, its rooms at Kira’s disposal, as were its denizens. ‘You are now monitor slave of my most prized specimens, and Corin will be introduced to your care here. You answer only to me, and will be party to the meetings of the head slaves. Thus you can wander the palace freely and attend Cassandra as you wish, providing you do not forsake your duties here.’
Staring at the three adolescent girls, chained and naked by the wall, they stared back at her with trepidation, recognising the face but unable to place it. Kira knew them though. They had not changed since the very last time she laid eyes on them, the status of ghouls keeping them perfectly preserved, resistant to the passing years.
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Chapter Thirteen
Walking down the musty corridors of the school, all was quiet, the students in the classrooms, neatly positioned in rows before blackboards and teachers.
Kira had asked to go to the toilet, but the relief she had to sate was a call of nature more pressing than merely urinating. Opening the door, she walked into the pristine white chamber and proceeded into one of the cubicles.
Closing the door, she threw the lock and sat down, placing her bag before her.
Her teacher had berated her for arriving late. It was a token chastisement; her exemplary record and sterling academic skill was ample compensation for this one lapse.
She had been late because of a detour, a furtive visit to a corner shop far from the normal routes she took to school. Opening her bag, she removed what she had purchased. The magazine was of a standard girlie genre, with lingerie-clad women exposing themselves lewdly for the eye of the camera. Flicking through its pages a tickle of naughtiness inspired her to misbehave further.
Delving into the bag she removed the boxed vibrator, tore open the lid and removed the albino white finger of solid plastic.
Removing a battery from her Walkman, she slid it into the toy and turned the base. It immediately started to thrum quietly to itself in her hand.
Reaching up under her skirt she opened the magazine across her lap and started to stroke herself through her 223
cotton underwear. The vibrating tip poured its oscillating kiss into her clitoris, making her panties grow humid and then damp with her desire. Her eyes locked to the glossy portraits within, dreaming of once more lapping like a dog at the sex of a nubile woman.
Turning the pages, she fixated on the images, the pleasure she was extracting turning her more towards female worship, forsaking heterosexuality, concentrating solely on her own gender. Pulling aside her underwear she started to slide the plastic rod into her tracts, thrusting it in and clamping her legs together to squeeze it. The device was alive within her, making her bite her tongue to stop herself from crying out.
The sound of the door opening made her panting breath stumble to a halt. Holding her respiration she panicked and turned the base of the instrument, bringing it to silence. With slow and silent actions she closed the magazine and put both visual and physical stimulants in her bag.
Footsteps closed in and the door suddenly erupted back as it was kicked. With a squeal of shock she jumped as the door slammed against the partition, jarring its hinges, the feeble lock falling to the floor.
The bleached blonde countenance of Sabrina was before her, the painted lips of the girl broad, her blue eyes sparkling with malevolence. The tall leader of the trio of girls that bullied her chuckled merrily and then spoke. ‘Well, well, well, if it isn’t little fucking Kira,’
she hissed as her two lieutenants emerged behind her.
‘What are you doing, bitch?’
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doing exactly what Sabrina told her.
‘Nothing, I… I was,’ she began, and then reached to stop the girl as she grabbed her bag, but a stern slap skimmed her cheek, filling it with heat and dropping her back onto the toilet seat, nursing the injury, her will to rebellion trickling away.
‘We’re here to get our homework, Kira,’ Sabrina growled. ‘Have you done it, like a good little girl?’
‘I… almost… it,’ she stammered, because the escapades in her dreams had ended her work, leaving it unfinished.
Another slap stung her cheek and the girl moved in, clamping a hand about Kira’s throat, squeezing to make her choke and struggle in the strangling grip, pinning her back to the wall. ‘Tracy, get to the door,’ ordered Sabrina.
The girl jogged away, closed the main door and threw the lock before standing as a sentry.
‘Please, Sabrina, I—’ implored Kira, tears starting to well in her eyes from sheer fright.
‘Shut up!’ the bully hissed, and slapped her again across the face, the strike making Kira wilt. In the moments of her weakness the girl released her throat and snagged her hair instead, taking a firm hold at her crown and using it as a leash with which to steer the harried victim.
‘I guess we need to teach you another lesson,’ she stated, and dragging her off the seat, Sabrina threw up the lid and started to force Kira’s head into the bowl. Employing both hands the girl was shoved deep until her head was wedged tight and could go no further.
Kira had been through this before and dreaded a repeat experience. ‘Please, Sabrina, I’ll do it, I swear!’ she offered, only to have the spiteful harridan replace the hands with her knee, using her bodyweight to keep Kira 225
subdued, her arms flailing.
‘It’s way too fucking late for that. It was due in today, and you didn’t do it. Tonight we’re going to get detention out of this Kira, and that makes me really fucking mad!’
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ she wailed, her voice echoing in the bowl.
‘Not sorry enough, Kira,’ she stated, and then yanked the chain. ‘Time for another face wash.’
The bowl roared with a flood of water, the chill tidal wave engulfing her, filling the bowl as her head stemmed its escape. Submerged, the sound of the cascade was lost as her ears went beneath water level. Kira thrashed and tried to get free, but the knee of the girl kept her under.
The level started to slowly recede, stopping her from breathing, making her struggle and panic at the sensation of near drowning. She gasped for air, but each inhale was stained with moisture. Her face ran with rivulets and her hair hung before her as a sodden mass.
‘Ready for another, are we, Kira?’
‘Please, stop, I’ll not fail you again, I swear,’ she implored, desperate to end this degrading rite.
The system played a gurgling tune as it refilled, dropped in fervour and the restored flood was thrown back into the bowl. Snatching a quick breath Kira’s face was numbed by the cold once more, forcing her to endure and await the slow retreat of t
he waters until she could find access to air.
Coughing and spluttering she choked and sobbed her promises to do what they wanted in future, but Sabrina was not about to end the torment quickly.
‘You’ve got to be punished for your lack of loyalty, Kira,’ she spat venomously, grinding her knee in, making Kira squeal in distress. ‘Now say it.’
‘I need to be punished!’ Kira sobbed, torn by 226
humiliation.
‘Say it again!’
‘I need to be punished,’ she wept. ‘I need to be punished for my lack of loyalty.’
‘Susan, take over here,’ Sabrina ordered, removing her knee but putting her hands back to keep Kira in the bowl until Susan’s joint had replaced it. ‘Keep her hands behind her,’ she added, causing the brutal girl atop Kira to grab her arms and fold them painfully up her spine.
‘Aaaah, you’re breaking them!’ Kira cried, her hands being delivered up so that her fingers could feel the bare thigh of Susan.
Her skirt was thrown up around her waist, her rear wriggling as Sabrina eased the seat of her underwear into the crevasse of her buttocks, clearing all obstruction.
‘Dunk her,’ ordered Sabrina.
‘No, please!’ managed Kira, before the roar of the waters forced her to drag in a deep breath. Drowned again within the bowl she wailed and fought as a long ruler started to swing in an underarm arc, its plastic rectangular head sinking into her rear and thighs, and the screams of pain she released squandered valuable air, making it harder to endure the captivity.
Kira writhed, her legs skipping against the tiled floor as she was spanked with cruel, stern strokes. The worst were those that caught the connection between rear and thigh, this area being particularly vulnerable to a lambasting. Sucking in a deep gasp she broke into fits of sobbing, begging without reservation for them to show mercy, but her demeaning display only bolstered their glee.
‘Again,’ Sabrina ordered, and the system discharged its full reservoir once more.
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trenches into her skin, making her jolt and spasm with each impact. Kira tried to hold to her air, but the savaging of her rear made flocks of bubbles escape, wasting air, making it ever harder to await the eventual release of the subsiding waters.
Wheezing in recovery, her panties were pulled down, exposing her even more brazenly to the ruler.
‘One more time – just for luck,’ Sabrina insisted, and again the system punished Kira as the cruel girl applied her scourge with full force. Six searing strokes fell, and suddenly there was a pause. Kira felt the folds of their school uniforms touch her, and then her entire stock of air was spilled as a scream.
The toilet brush had been taken up and the harsh bristled head used to rub abrasively against her pudenda.
The scratching passage made her wail in agony; her loins had been made extra tender by masturbation, and now they were being terribly tormented.
The ruler continued, one hand serving to chastise her rear, the other jerking the brush back and forth, making her screech.
Both stopped before the waters set her mouth free, and as she once more accessed air she grizzled in apathy, relieved it was over.
‘Give her another go, Susan,’ Sabrina ordered.
‘But you said…’ wailed Kira, the mechanism already pulled, the waters rushing inexorably down the pipes.
‘Did I? Oh well, so I lied, just like you did when you said you’d get our homework done on time,’ laughed Sabrina, and all sound was muffled as she was submerged.
The brush and the ruler returned to make her life hell, scratching and slapping, making her cry out despite her most fervid attempts not to. When the waters dropped 228
before her eyes she was begging for clemency, promising to do anything they wanted if they would just stop.
‘So where’s what you did do, then?’ Sabrina demanded, leaving the brush poised against her raw loins as an imminent threat.
‘I-in the bag,’ she spluttered, coughing up the water she had rashly breathed in, her rear throbbing, her sex aching terribly, and then the sound of the accessory being retrieved made Kira realise her folly, for the interrogation had made her reveal the location without thinking they would search it immediately. ‘Wait, no, it’s in my locker
– I’ll get it for you,’ she added swiftly, her heart racing, her mind cold with fear of what would happen if they found the items within. Would they blackmail her further, or would they simply tell the whole school, making her a social mockery?
‘Shut her up Susan,’ said Sabrina with a testy intolerance.
Immediately Kira was thrown back beneath the cold waters, her mind churning with the possibilities of what Sabrina would do to her when she saw the contents of her bag.
‘You dirty little dyke, Kira,’ she accused as soon as harried splutters and retches emerged from within the bowl.
‘Please, Sabrina, don’t tell,’ she begged with all her conviction.
‘What is it?’ asked Susan, pushing deeper with her knee to have Kira grimace and groan.
‘Girlie mags and a vibrator,’ chuckled Sabrina. ‘It seems our little Kira is a secret lesbo.’
‘So she wants to eat pussy, eh?’ mocked Susan, tightening her grip on Kira’s hands.
‘Please, no, it was an impulse buy, I’m not, I swear.’
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‘Don’t fucking lie to me you little cunt eater!’ Sabrina shouted, and gave her another lick of the ruler for her outrage.
‘Hey, Tracy, little Kira here’s a dyke,’ reported Susan.
‘Ah, it’s probably just because she’s not had a good dick inside her,’ purred the girl.
‘Is that it, Kira?’ asked Susan, pouting theatrically. ‘Are we a little love starved and have started to go all queer?’
‘Well, we can’t have that, can we?’ added Sabrina.
‘After all, we’re friends, and friends help each other out, right?
‘Hey, Susan, you still got that dildo on you from the party on Tuesday?’ she asked.
‘I sure do. You want it?’
‘I don’t, but poor little misguided Kira probably does,’
she laughed. ‘Chuck it over here, babe, we’ve a hungry hole that needs a meat feast.’
‘You want to do it there, or out here?’ quizzed the monitoring girl.
‘Good point,’ Sabrina acknowledged. ‘Susan, bring the little slut out, we’ll have a show of this.’
Kira’s head was pulled up by the hair, the sodden cascade dripping wet and leaving a trail across the floor.
With her arms still locked up her spine she was steered out of the cubicle in a distressed stoop and thrown to the floor. Weak from the abuse, she collapsed and huddled into a ball, terrified.
‘Now then, how shall we do this?’ wondered Susan.
‘Get her to do it herself?’ offered Tracy.
‘That’s good, but do we really want her cured?’ asked Susan.
‘What do you mean?’ said Sabrina.
‘Well, we can give her a love of boys again, but if we show her what babes we are she’ll be more obedient, 230
lusting after us too,’ Susan reasoned, the words not really believed, just professed as another way to humble their victim. ‘If she fancies us she’ll be less likely to fuck us up again.’
‘That sounds okay to me,’ Tracy chuckled in agreement.
‘A little dyke bookworm servant, eh? Okay, you two get her on her back and pin her legs down,’ commanded their imperious leader.
‘What about the noise she’ll make?’ pondered Tracy.
‘I’ll handle that, just do it,’ she hissed.
Kira moaned in morose apathy as they grabbed her.
She resisted a little, but she was just too weak, in shock, and too humiliated by this ongoing crime to resist.
Susan and Tracy shoved her onto her back and splayed her legs, each of them leaning to her shins, pinning her down.
Sabrina
stepped across Kira’s chest, towering over her, the short skirt revealing her lace underwear. The sight was opened in full as the girl drew up the pleated folds and tucked them into her belt.
Lowering, she interlaced her fingers into Kira’s hands as though readying for a game of Mercy. Then shuffling forward she put her knees wide, her loins hovering over Kira’s face, while her ankles and feet hooked over the prisoner’s upper arm and reached into her armpits. Kira started to struggle and whine, terrified of screaming for help because it would reveal what she had been initially doing. The lowly position gave her no leverage and besides, the girl was far stronger, and she could do nothing as her hands were bent painfully back despite her most berserk efforts to resist.
Sabrina leered down at her from her domineering position. Her eyes were wide, glistening, filled with 231
pleasure at subduing another, in causing such heinous degradation.
‘Okay, take a good look, Kira,’ she smirked, turning her grip to make her grimace and sob. ‘You like?’
The lack of a response made Sabrina turn her grip more sharply, twisting Kira’s arms in an unnatural manner to have her grizzle. ‘Yes, yes, I do, I like,’ she wept, tears rolling down her cheeks.
‘Then sniff,’ ordered the girl. ‘Go on, sniff,’ she growled, applying more punishing turns to gain obedience.
With stammered motions Kira craned her head up a little and smelt the warm sex of the girl, the scent fresh, her arousal by this abuse plain. Sabrina had deliberately shown Kira this, to make sure she knew that she was being greatly titillated by Kira’s distress and shaming.
‘Tell me you want to eat my pussy,’ she stated.
‘I… I…’
The delay caused the most brutal twist thus far, coaxing her to air a pip of shock, her face distorted into a masque of suffering. ‘I want to eat your pussy,’ she sobbed rapidly.
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