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Sayaka’s sword clattered to the ground once more, as Kyouko’s spear knocked her off her feet. She lay there a moment, groaning with pain even as she felt her magic healing her wounds.
Kyouko was a monster, both in strength and in beliefs. Sayaka couldn’t let her win. She couldn’t accept Kyouko’s ideas—there was always the chance to do the right thing. To help others, rather than just yourself. But fighting her felt hopeless, Kyouko had been doing this so much longer than her.
Sayaka reached for her weapon all the same. All those poor people, victims of unseen familiars, couldn’t protect themselves. Sayaka had to be the one to do it. And if that meant needing to get through Kyouko first, then Sayaka just—
“Agh!” Sayaka cried out, as a red boot landed down hard on her hand, sword just inches from her fingers.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Kyouko mocked her, grinding the heel of her boot into the back of Sayaka’s wrist, “If you keep trying to get up, I’ll be forced to put you down for good!”
Sayaka grit her teeth, trying to push her arm just a little further. But it was useless, only making Kyouko grow more vicious, until at last she kicked the sword away entirely with her other foot.
“I, I,” Sayaka stuttered, gathering up her resolve through the pain, “I won’t stop! I won’t give up! Those people need me, I have to—”
The butt of Kyouko’s spear rammed hard into Sayaka’s cheek, shutting her up. It was uncomfortable, but hardly hurt compared to the rest.
“You don’t have to do anything for them! That’s the whole point of being strong,” Kyouko shouted at her, “If that trash can’t take care of themselves, they might as well die. The world’s too cruel to let such a charitable act go unpunished anyway.”
Sayaka tilted her head awkwardly to one side, using her free hand to push the end of the spear out of her face and onto the ground below.
“Maybe the world is only so cruel because of people like you!” Sayaka shot back, “If I have the strength to help those people, then I’m going to—”
Kyouko lifted her boot, standing over Sayaka and bending down, pressing both knees into her shoulders to pin her to the ground more forcefully.
“Why are you still talking? Your voice is so grating,” Kyouko complained, “Justice doesn’t matter. Fairness doesn’t matter. It’s only a question of whether you’re strong or weak… and to me, you’re still so pathetically weak!”
Sayaka thrashed about, trying to get some sort of leverage to push Kyouko off of her. Kyouko only looked annoyed by her attempts.
“You’re still fighting back? I thought I explained this to you already…” Kyouko sighed, giving Sayaka a look of pure disdain, “Now listen up this time, rookie. You’re only going to get this lesson once. Fighting losing battles isn’t brave, it’s suicide. If someone stronger than you says they’re going to piss in your mouth, don’t open your mouth to argue—just open it!”
Kyouko brought a fist down on Sayaka’s face, as she shouted out the end of her crude turn of phrase. As crude as it had sounded though, Sayaka knew on some level there was some truth to Kyouko’s words. She couldn’t argue with Kyouko. She couldn’t beat Kyouko. The smart thing to do would be to simply lie back and stop fighting.
Her head throbbed in pain from the blow, but despite it all Sayaka couldn’t bring herself to meekly submit. Her healing didn’t change how much things hurt to begin with, but it made it easier to bear overall. Maybe if Sayaka held up long enough, Kyouko would realize—
“I’m waiting, rookie…” Kyouko said darkly, but Sayaka didn’t understand what she was trying to say now.
Kyouko glared down at Sayaka, before she sighed, lifting up the hem of her skirt. Sayaka’s eyes widened as she got an unexpected eyeful of the girl’s red panties.
“Oh? You get it now?” Kyouko asked, the implication impossible to misunderstand by now, “Good, then open your mouth before I have to open it for you.”
Sayaka kept her mouth shut tight, but she was growing more and more nervous. Kyouko sounded serious, as ridiculous as her demand first seemed. Sayaka watched her panties slide down her thighs, Kyouko adjusting how she sat on Sayaka’s chest in order to bring them past her knees and down to her ankles. It was too shameless an act for just a joke—Kyouko didn’t seem like the type for jokes either.
Kyouko leaned forward, until her skirt draped over the sides of Sayaka’s face, hand still holding up the front. Sayaka could see nothing but Kyouko’s upper thighs, and her bare naked pussy, spread open lewdly with two fingers.
“Alright, ready or not, we’re doing this rookie,” Kyouko told her, shifting her hips to point herself more squarely towards Sayaka’s mouth, thighs nearly pressing up against her cheeks, “You can either keep your mouth open, or I’ll start going for your nose and eyes. Up to you, really.”
Sayaka only had seconds to decide. Taking it right in the eyes sounded painful. And Kyouko would probably come up with something worse, if she kept trying to refuse. Sayaka slowly opened her mouth, just in time to catch the first few drops from Kyouko’s pussy.
It tasted like salt water, but more vile. The drops quickly turned into a stream, hitting Sayaka’s tongue and the back of her mouth. Sayaka nearly choked in surprise, but she opened her mouth wider and tried to keep her tongue out of the way. This only helped so much, with stray droplets still splashing every which way—some even splattering against Sayaka’s face—but the less she had to taste Kyouko, the easier the humiliation was to bear.
Madoka was still watching, Sayaka knew. She had seen everything from start to finish. Sayaka’s attempts at fighting, so quickly rebuffed. Kyouko’s heartless words, stepping on Sayaka as if she were nothing more than trash. And now, this. Madoka was the type of friend who would be more horrified for Sayaka, than disgusted by her, but that didn’t make it any easier for either of them. Madoka could only stand by as she saw Kyouko torment her, while Sayaka could only take it, too weak to fight back. Too weak to matter.
The stream broke messily, as Kyouko made a few noises of relief towards the end. A final sigh marked the last few drops, though they came out slowly and haphazardly. Sayaka held her mouth open a moment longer, just in case.
“Wow, you really drank it all down, didn’t you?” Kyouko taunted her, not moving from on top of Sayaka’s face, “But if you really loved the taste that much… I guess I still need someone to take care of the mess I’ve made. Why don’t you lick me clean?”
Kyouko pushed her pussy harder against Sayaka’s mouth, thighs clamping down on either side of her head. Sayaka couldn’t tell what Kyouko wanted most. To debase Sayaka? To get herself off? Both at once? But it hardly mattered. Kyouko was in control, so she would just tell Sayaka what she should do. All that Sayaka needed to do then was obey.
Sayaka began to lick. Kyouko’s pussy was still damp and salty, though there was more sweat mixed in too now. It seemed that Kyouko had worked a little harder in their fight than she let on—not that it made any difference now.
It only took a few more strokes of her tongue to clean up Kyouko’s outer lips, though it was harder to adjust her tongue each time, with how close Kyouko’s crotch pressed up against her. But the outside wasn’t the part Sayaka was most concerned about…
With nowhere else left for her tongue to go, Sayaka used the tip to gently push into Kyouko’s folds, immediately drawing a gasp from the other girl. The inside tasted salty and weird too, but it was the noises Kyouko began to make that were the worst. Sayaka could see Kyouko’s fingers, starting to rub her clit as felt Sayaka’s tongue. She made no attempt to hide her perverse behavior, openly moaning now.
Kyouko had no need to hide it, of course. Even if someone noticed, who would be able to stop her?