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Somewhere deep in the bowels of the Metaverse, there was something growing. Something foul and repulsive, festering in the dark. Amidst the gleaming red railway cars and the jet-black shadows of Mementos, there was a small cavern, tucked away from the more well-trodden paths through the cognitive depths.
And in that cavern, something truly monstrous was unfolding.
The girl, kneeling in the middle of the floor, was not looking straight ahead at the dark figure sitting before her. She was on her knees, her gleaming yellow eyes pointing to the floor in complete submission. Her nakedness was covered only by the sheer heft of her long, hanging pigtails as she panted and moaned to herself, her long, lean form shuddering and trembling, her every move that of a woman that had been thoroughly and completely broken.
“Please…” she moaned, her voice echoing and distorted as she clutched at herself, darkness dancing and coalescing around her form as she trembled and begged. “Please, master…”
“Do you agree to my terms?”
The voice that rang out to meet her was loud and cruel, malice and contempt dripping from every word as the shadowed figure looked down at the broken Shadow kneeling there. The figure was barely visible, impossibly tall and broad, but the gleaming evil of those yellow eyes couldn’t be mistaken, nor could the blunt, brash, vicious harshness in which he spoke.
“I do!” the woman begged, still not meeting his eyes out of purest deference, her hands splayed against the dark stone of Mementos, her voice trembling like her very soul was submitting to him. “I’ll make all the changes you want, I’ll make the ‘real’ me just like you want her! She’ll be a broken little slut for you, just like me!”
“Good girl,” the distorted man’s voice came again, and the power of the words pulsed through the air, the Shadow before him letting out a low cry and throwing back her head as she crumbled into what was unmistakeably an orgasm, one so strong that her very existence seemed to tremble and waver in the air. No sooner had she slumped to the ground, her forehead to the floor and her entire body bent over in paroxysms of corrupted bliss, than he spoke again, harsh and demanding and uncaring. “But make sure you get it all, you hear? I don’t want any of that useless cuntlicking dyke shit making it through the net. She’s gotta be just after me, like she always should have been!”
“Yes!” the Shadow chanted, her voice happy and bright with slavish, obedient desire as she prostrated herself before him, grovelling and shameless. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Heh, very good.” the man’s figure said, smug and entirely self-satisfied. “But now you’ve agreed, why don’t you prove just how much you want me while you make those improvements?”
The Shadow looked up as she began to glow a sick, malign gold, her influence spreading from the corruption of Mementos into the hearts of the real, squealing and shuffling forwards in delight and throwing herself wholeheartedly against the shadowy form of a big, hard, dripping cock.
“OK, now smile!”
“Ann, I always look bad in photos…”
“Nah ah ah, none of that! You look great! Now smile!”
CLICK CLICK CLICK
Despite herself, Shiho Suzui couldn’t help but smile naturally as Ann Takamaki excitedly grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her into her side, gushing and grinning and chattering away as she snapped selfie after selfie of the two of them. They’d come out to a well-known Tokyo beauty spot for a romantic day together, taking a break from the more frantic pace of Ann’s modelling and Shiho’s ongoing recovery to take a stroll through the cherry blossoms and take in the view of the river, laughing and smiling and letting the domestic bliss engulf them.
“OK, just the one more!”
Shiho’s smile collapsed into full-blown giggles as Ann turned and grabbed her face, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek and snapping one final photo, immortalising their happiness before putting her phone away and letting out a bright, happy laugh of her own. Shiho couldn’t help but join her, the two of them leaning over the side of the bridge and watching other couples in similar levels of romantic distraction. Not long ago, bound to a hospital bed and looking at a long, slow future of grinding recovery, Shiho would never have believed that she could be so happy. But now she was, blissfully and unbelievably so, and it was entirely down to Ann Takamaki.
“Bop!”
Shiho giggled again as Ann tapped her lightly on the nose, blinking out of her reverie and smiling brightly at her girlfriend, hand coming to rest gently on Ann’s waist. “Everything OK?”
“Everything is more than OK!” Ann beamed, the sun shining on her gleaming blonde pigtails and giving her an almost angelic look as she wrapped her arms around Shiho’s waist. “But you were looking a little flashback-y, so I thought I’d interrupt the mental doomscroll. You good?”
“So good.” Shiho said, honestly meaning every word as she pressed a kiss to Ann’s forehead, so alight with happiness that she could so scarcely believe that she barely had mental space for anything else. “You’re so good to me, Ann.”
“Only as good as you deserve!” Ann said cheerily, batting away Shiho’s praise with a fond smile, before leaning in conspiratorially and resting her forehead against Shiho’s, a mischievous grin across her mouth and her hand coming to rest very pointedly on the curve of Shiho’s buttock. “Although, if you want to see just how good I can be to you, what do you say we cut this little lunch date short and-argh!”
Shiho barely had time to see the flash of sudden pain across Ann’s face and try her best to brace the two of them before her girlfriend buckled, all strength seemingly leaving her arms and legs as she slumped down into Shiho’s arms. Even if she were still in her athletic prime Shiho would have struggled to handle Ann’s entire body weight being dumped on her without warning, and in her recuperating condition she had no chance; the best she could do was clumsily steer them both to the ground, resting Ann against the bridge’s rail, frantically scrabbling at her girlfriend’s arms and face.
“Ann, Ann?! Speak to me! Ann, please!”
Ann didn’t respond, her eyes jammed shut and her teeth grinding, her hands rammed to the side of her head and clenched into fists tight enough that her nails drew blood. There was another throb and Ann hissed again, her body clenching up and a low noise of pure exertion her only sound. Shiho continued to call out for her, grabbing at her hands and trying to hold her still, but Ann gave no sign of being able to hear her girlfriend’s voice, trapped in her own head and prisoner to whatever agonising phenomenon this was.
But then Ann seized up yet further for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as Shiho frantically tried in vain to break through to her, and then she let out a low, rasping exhalation as she finally relaxed, slumping back against the wall and suddenly losing all tension in a way that to Shiho’s wild, panicking mind looked almost orgasmic. Banishing that insane comparison from her thoughts, Shiho pulled Ann into a hug, pressing herself as close to her girlfriend as she could, whimpering and begging into her ear, unsure whether she was about to break down completely or continue in abject desperation.
“…Shiho?”
Ann’s voice was low and quiet but it rang far louder in Shiho’s ears. She whipped herself back and looked into Ann’s face – her girlfriend’s eyes were open and she was blinking slowly, her expression unreadable, her hands limp and slack at her sides.
“A-Ann?” Shiho asked tentatively, her voice wavering and fragile as she held Ann close, like she might break if she let her go. “Can you hear me? Are you OK?!”
“Y-yeah…” Ann murmured, continuing to slowly blink away, seemingly not noticing Shiho’s distress, her fingers twitching and her expression almost thoughtful. “Yeah, I’m good, I think. Really good.”
“Oh, thank goodness!” Shiho cried, pressing herself back into Ann again and finally allowing herself to sob into her girlfriend’s shoulder. For a brief moment she felt what almost seemed like defensiveness in Ann’s body as she tensed up under Shiho’s touch, but such a bizarre notion was quickly dismissed. “What was that about? Are you sick? Why didn’t you say? I didn’t know you got migraines…”
“Migraine…” Ann said softly, her body still slack and her voice a little faraway as she let Shiho hug her. “Yeah, a migraine. That was it.”
“I was so worried!” Shiho fretted, pulling back again and not really acknowledging that small part of her brain that was noticing that migraines that severe usually lasted longer than ninety seconds. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, OK? If you’re not feeling well, say so! I don’t want you hurting yourself just to try and make me happy!”
“Yeah, sure…” Ann said, still sounding unsettlingly detached from what was going on around her in a way that had Shiho frowning in concern. Ann slowly pushed Shiho off her and lifted herself to her feet against the railing, shaking her head and bringing herself back into some kind of focus. “Shiho, I have to go.”
Shiho blinked in surprise. “What?”
“Like you said, I, uh, I’m not feeling well.” Ann said quickly, not meeting Shiho’s gaze as she made to disappear. “Got to go home and uh, sleep it off. Yeah.”
Shiho’s eyes narrowed – Ann’s acting remained as dire as ever – but couldn’t deny that sleeping off something like that absolutely seemed the best course of action for her girlfriend to take. She simply acquiesced, nodding and shrugging before pulling her girlfriend into a warm, loving hug and pressing a kiss to her lips.
For the briefest moment, Shiho thought she saw what looked like disgust flash across Ann’s face as she pulled away, but barely seconds later Ann was waving and walking off like nothing was wrong, and Shiho shook herself, scolding her own mind for imagining such things. Ann just wasn’t feeling well, that was all. Nothing to be concerned about.
Nothing at all.
Much later on, when the sun was down and Shiho had long since taken to her bed, she was distracted from her doomscrolling by an incoming message with a distinctive ping tone. Ann was texting. After Shiho had spent the whole afternoon messaging her, to zero response, Ann was finally texting.
Shiho scrambled to open the message in a rush, her fingers clumsy in concern, but her breath left her body in a huge rush of relief when she saw that Ann seemed more or less back to normal, her message cheerful and breezy.
“Hey Shiho! Sorry about dipping out earlier, my brain was on total freakout mode earlier. But a crapload of crepes later (or one could say a crepe-load! ;)), I’m OK!”
Shiho sighed in relief, a slightly strangled laugh escaping amidst it. So that’s where Ann had been all afternoon…stuffing her face with chocolate and crepes while Shiho fretted over her. That girl’s metabolism kept finding new ways to stress her out.
Rolling her eyes, Shiho texted back. “That’s quite all right, Ann. How’s your head?”
Ann’s response was immediate. “Well I can’t really say for myself, but I’ve never heard any complaints for the quality of my head, Shiho.”
Shiho snorted, giggling into her hand as she rolled her eyes again. Ann was such a dork. Before she got the chance to say anything in response, Ann had sent something else.
“Although, to compensate my one and only Shiho for ducking out on her earlier, I have something very special planned for tomorrow. Make sure to dress your best!”
Shiho raised an eyebrow, intrigued. It wasn’t like Ann to deliberately keep secrets, normally because her acting was so terrible that she knew she couldn’t keep them even if she tried, but Shiho would be lying if she said she hated a bit of mystery at times.
“Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Nope! But you’re going to love it, I promise. You’ll never forget it.”
Shiho was curious, very curious, and knew that if she kept the pressure up, Ann would almost certainly crack and reveal whatever it was she was planning. But this time, Shiho elected to let her have her fun and didn’t push any further.
“Alright, well I look forward to it. I love you!”
Ann didn’t respond immediately, so Shiho clicked off the screen and set it on the side table, throwing the covers over herself and setting herself down for sleep, ignoring the ever-present tingle in her lower body that had been smouldering at a low level ever since Ann’s attempted come-on had been interrupted by her migraine. Shiho’s sex drive was still recovering its energy from…everything that had happened, but Ann had a talent for really stoking the fire when she wanted to. And she always wanted to.
Shiho grumbled a little to herself as she shifted her thighs under the covers, the slight tremble of her lower body now proving increasingly difficult to ignore once she’d started thinking about it. Her hands began to drift downwards, but she stilled their instinctive motion and huffed a little in frustration, slapping the pillow into a more comfortable shape and settling in deeper. She was not doing this now.
PING!
Shiho blinked and reached out for her phone, unlocking the screen and focussing on Ann’s message – a move that did not help her resolve at all, since this was a photo of what were unmistakeably Ann’s bare, pale thighs barely hidden under a long t-shirt in the background, and foregrounded with Ann’s hand, her fingers clearly sticky and shiny in a way that was very familiar to Shiho. Underneath that incendiary message was a text, only a single line but enough to make things all so much worse for Shiho’s self-control.
“I just can’t wait for you to see what I have planned!”
Shiho’s breathing hiked as she felt her body’s arousal surge in response to the photo, her curiosity only piqued further and the juncture of her legs beginning to throb hot and wet as she stared at Ann’s slick, sticky fingers, her imagination helpfully conjuring up many ideas of what her gorgeous girlfriend might have been doing to get so worked up. Her thighs trembled and her breathing began to shallow out; one brief pinch of harsh sensation later, Shiho realised abruptly that her free hand had begun groping at her breasts, fingers pinching at a stiffening nipple through her shirt.
Shiho sighed in resignation as she kicked off her covers and slid out of bed, her bed shorts hitting the floor as she made her way out of her bedroom and her shirt following shortly after, before she stepped inside the bathroom and shut the door behind her, the shower beginning to run moments later.
Maybe she was doing this now.
“Ann, seriously, are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?”
“Are you ever going to learn to be patient? Just relax!”
Shiho sat back in her seat, her hands raised in surrender, as the train rumbled beneath them, conveying the two of them to the outer reaches of Tokyo. She had, as instructed, dressed herself nicely for the mysterious occasion – a classy dress, her nicest tights, a fashionable jacket over them. Having a fashionista as a girlfriend did have quite a few benefits, as it turned out, and the gleam in Ann’s eyes when she’d first seen Shiho’s ensemble gave confidence that she’d got it right.
She was, however, continuing to give absolutely nothing away, and Shiho still had no idea at all where they were going even as the train slid to a halt and the two of them stepped out into the station. Shiho went to ask again, but Ann shushed her before she even got her mouth open, and she once again conceded defeat.
This was a decidedly odd date location, though. It wasn’t a bad area, as such, but it looked very…grey. Not quite suburban, but definitely not in the city centre any more either. Not the kind of place where anything interesting tended to happen. Shiho looked around with a mix of intrigue and total confusion as Ann confidently led her deeper and deeper into the maze of business parks and industrial estates, two urban and stylish young women looking wildly out of their element as they walked along the quiet streets, one strutting with total self-assurance and the other increasingly bewildered by what was going on.
“Ann, seriously, where are we-”
Shiho’s voice died harshly in her throat as they turned the final corner, Ann’s hand like iron around her wrist as she tried to pull her forwards. Shiho didn’t move, though – her body was frozen solid, her eyes wide and her legs locked, staring in disbelief and terror at the large white building that Ann was trying to lead them towards.
Shiho had never been here. But she knew what it was, something somewhere between a prison and a psychiatric hospital, and once you’d seen photos of a place as part of a sentence handed down in a criminal trial in which you were the near-fatal victim, you never tended to forget it. And she knew this place.
“Ann. What’s happening?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Ann hissed, her grip not loosening even slightly as Shiho froze up completely in terror, her eyes still locked on the building and what she knew was waiting inside. “Just come inside.”
“Inside?!” Shiho squeaked, her body beginning to tremble as she felt the rush of what was unmistakeably a panic attack setting in at the prospect. Understandably so, given she knew what was in there. Who was in there. “A-Ann, I don’t understa-”
“You don’t need to understand yet, dummy!” Ann said, her voice discordantly cheery when her girlfriend was shaking and begging in front of her. “Just trust me, ‘K? It’s gonna be awesome.”
Poor Shiho was totally lost. She didn’t understand, she didn’t get it. She didn’t know why Ann had brought her here, why she was acting so strangely, why she was refusing to even consider backing down on whatever insane idea this was when she saw how badly upset it was making her girlfriend. Shiho couldn’t even begin to process it, her mind almost as locked down as her body, her thoughts thick with confusion and sluggish with fright even as Ann’s words washed over her and her tugging on her arm grew ever more insistent.
She didn’t even realise she was moving until they were already inside, the staff even more strangely just allowing the two girls to wander in without challenge, even as one of them hyperventilated and was clearly not in a fit state of mind to go anywhere. Shiho didn’t find herself doing anything to stop things, no matter how much she desperately wanted to and how much her skin crawled as they walked up the stairs and along corridors, her resistance abruptly and inexplicably dying out before ever reaching her limbs.
Then they were there, and Ann was pushing the door open, and Shiho felt her entire body convulse in pure revulsion and an all-consuming fear at the sight of the man. The very same man that she had known would be sitting there from the moment she’d seen the building.
Suguru Kamoshida.
It wasn’t Kamoshida as she’d last seen him, though. The Kamoshida from the sentencing proceedings had been apathetic and wrecked, moving only when commanded and looking down at the floor, fluctuating only between sobbing in horror and shame and just total listless silence. He had been every inch a broken man, emptied out and shattered by whatever it was Ann and her friends had done to him (Shiho had never even tried to understand the mechanics of what they had done, noticing how uncomfortable the story made Ann and figuring that on some level she didn’t want to know). She’d felt no satisfaction or joy in his utterly defeated state, and had never wanted to witness it again; she just wanted him out of her life forever.
But this Kamoshida was not the man of the courtroom. He sat straight-backed and proud despite his plain prison uniform, hands on his knees and smug smirk on his face, his eyes alight with that same malice and self-confidence of old rather than the burnt-out husk he had been after the Phantom Thieves had changed him. Far from contrition or shame, Kamoshida’s expression betrayed nothing but absolute self-belief and the selfish greed that had fuelled his abusive conquests, had ruined the lives of so many, including Shiho herself.
The Kamoshida of Shujin was back, and all Shiho could do was stare in horror at his nightmarish presence.
Quite literally all she could do, in fact – the more she tried to move, the more she tried to turn in terror and flee, the more Shiho came to realise that she physically could not do anything except stand in the doorway and stare at him, her lip trembling and her hands locked by her sides as his leering gaze roamed over her, that familiar creeping dread sinking deep into her soul, almost freezing her solid.
“You’ve gained weight, Suzui.” Kamoshida said, his voice straight from her nightmares, as cocky and slimy as ever as his eyes roamed shamelessly over her body. “I always did say your training would get lazy if not given the…proper direction. Still, maybe the extra pounds don’t look so bad on you…”
Shiho flinched away like she’d had cold water thrown over her, wanting nothing more than to cover herself and flee as she felt Kamoshida’s eyes locking on the curve of her bust with that recognisable lustful leer. She mentally screamed at herself to move, to turn, to run, to fight, to do anything, but the commands continued to steadfastly refuse to reach her body, and she was left standing and allowing her rapist to ogle her like nothing had ever changed.
“A-Ann…” Shiho said slowly, quietly, her voice wavering in terror and thick with fear as she continued to unwillingly expose herself completely to Kamoshida. “I don’t understand…”
“What’s not to understand, silly?” Ann asked, and somehow what had come over her girlfriend was even scarier than having to see Kamoshida again. Where once those blue eyes were warm and loving, now all Shiho could see in them was a smug, vicious, almost demonic glee as she took in how terrified Shiho looked, how on edge the love of her life was just to be here, and how easily Kamoshida had pulled her into bottomless terror all over again. “I promised you a day you’d never forget, didn’t I?”
Shiho went to answer back, but her words caught almost painfully in her throat and she almost choked, letting out nothing but soft, spluttering gags as she stared at Ann, the sense of wrong here growing only stronger and stronger, overwhelming everything else in a rising tide of repulsive, uncanny fear.
“Aww, you struggling there Shiho?” Ann teased, her voice a cruel, cold mockery of the loving tone she always used when speaking to her. Shiho’s skin felt like ice as her body tried to throw out every single panic response it knew, but every single one of them failed to even start and she was left there, facing off against the girl she loved above everything else, who was now frightening her even more than Kamoshida was. This was all just so wrong. “It’s OK, don’t try to talk. Just close the door and sit down in that chair right there.”
Shiho didn’t even realise that her body was moving in compliance until the door was already closed, the soft click sounding like the slam of a heavy iron cage around her as she stared down at her own hand pushing the handle shut. She could open it again, she could break free, she could run and never look back. She could be the strong girl she always told herself she could become. She wanted to, so badly.
Yet she didn’t. She closed the door, turned around, and sat down in the chair that her grinning, wicked girlfriend had pulled out for her.
The sight that met her eyes was somehow even worse than it had been when she’d turned around to close the door. It was like something she’d imagine in one of her more feverish nightmares, the kind that would have her waking up in a cold sweat like she was back in the worst of times; Kamoshida sitting there, staring at her, with a grinning Ann Takamaki grinding away on his lap.
Shiho could do nothing but sit there and blink, and stare, and scream inside her head, her body still stubbornly refusing to obey her even as she felt her heart shatter in her chest. Ann was into girls, she was into Shiho. Ann had told her so herself, said that Kamoshida’s ‘attentions’ had turned her off guys and she would be girl-only from now on. Ann had claimed with hand on heart and sincerity brimming in her eyes that she didn’t have eyes for anyone except Shiho, and Ann was nowhere near a good enough actor to sell a lie like that. Yet there she was, rolling her hips like a stripper and rubbing her ass against the crotch of not just a man, but the man. The man who had assaulted Shiho, tried to do the same to Ann, and ruined the lives of so many innocent students in his reign of terror. Shiho couldn’t even begin to comprehend what she was looking at, and she felt the confused, painful tug in her heart only growing stronger the more she looked.
“Awww, she’s hurting.” Ann said mockingly, looking down at Shiho with a truly breathtaking level of malice and contempt twisting her pretty face. She raised a hand and stroked at Kamoshida’s jaw, the same love she’d shown for Shiho not long ago but expressed for her foul rapist instead, the simple gesture enough to feel like another stab in the heart to the bewildered, overwhelmed Shiho. “Look at cute little Shiho, master. She’s so sad.”
Tears pricked at the corners of Shiho’s eyes as she heard Ann call him that name, heard him chuckle at the flattering of his ego, seeing the very clear and obvious bulge in Kamoshida’s prison jumpsuit swell. Of all the upsetting and distressing things in front of her, the latter was the last thing that Shiho would ever want to be looking at, but she once again found that she couldn’t not look; her body refusing to obey her desperate commands to look anywhere except at her rapist’s swelling cock as her girlfriend lavished her love on the disgusting man. Once again, the thought sent another painful tug through Shiho’s body…but this time, the pain was accompanied by something else. Something…almost arousing.
This didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. Shiho looked up at Ann, her eyes wet and her lip trembling.
“W-what happened to you? What happened to me? Why am I…”
“I changed my heart, Shiho.” Ann said smoothly, getting back to her feet and stripping off her jacket like nothing untoward was happening. Her boots were next, and Shiho could only flinch back even harder at the realisation that Ann was genuinely about to willingly strip down for their rapist. “I was set right, I was fixed, I learned to finally stop denying myself the love of our master, our king, Mr Kamoshida.”
“No!” Shiho protested, before her throat constricted of its own volition again and she was left choking in near-silence, tears thickening in her eyes now as she stared up at Ann, disbelief and terror and pleading and pain in her eyes as she watched her girlfriend slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She could see Kamoshida staring at Ann’s slowly-exposing body, lustful and leering and with his cock hardening further, and she could tell that Ann was deliberately putting on a show for him. This was all so wrong, and Shiho’s body was reacting to it in entirely the wrong way.
“Stop being such a weak bitch, Shiho.” Ann said casually, the term crashing across Shiho like a cascade of icy water and leaving her gasping in emotional agony. “Just because you didn’t want his love, because you selfishly rejected his attempts to help you, don’t try and deny it from me too. You’re being really insensitive; you should want what’s best for me.”
The cruel insanity of what Ann was saying was enough to break the dam, and tears began to leak from Shiho’s eyes, her breathing shallow and panicked as her body continued to try and melt down while remaining locked firmly in place. Ann’s shirt was off now, and her jeans quickly followed; Shiho’s gorgeous girlfriend now stripped down just to a set of shamelessly trashy pink and black cat-print underwear that was new to Shiho but seemingly very familiar to Kamoshida, who laughed loudly and greedily as he eyed her. For Shiho’s part, all she could do was sit there and try to hold back her tears, each pulse of pain in her body accompanied by a stronger and stronger sense of that same inexplicable and terrifying arousal. She met Ann’s eyes, shocked once again by the cruelty and coldness on display there.
“What did you do to me?”
“Well, that’s the fun thing about having access to a world of cognition where you can change anything you want about anyone you want.” Ann said smugly, walking over to Shiho and bending over in front of her, giving her girlfriend an excellent view of her hanging cleavage and cruel, smug grin, while flashing Kamoshida an equally shameless frame of her ass. “If I want to break a silly, weak, delusional lesbian into a pathetic little cuckquean who has to do everything I tell her and like every last moment of it, I can. And guess what?”
Shiho flinched back in purest fear from her corrupted, terrifying girlfriend, unable to do anything more as her traitorous body refused to obey her commands once again. “You wouldn’t.”
“I did.” Ann gloated, her tone self-satisfied and gleeful and more than a little reminiscent of the cruel, evil man currently stroking his cock and staring right at the jiggling cheeks of her ass. “And even if you could call for help, which you can’t, it wouldn’t do you any good. The staff and guards here are all going to be very cooperative now I’ve had a word with them.”
“This is what you were doing yesterday.” Shiho murmured in horror, paralysed by the trauma of violation and the constant pulse of that shameful arousal. “When you left so quickly…”
“Oh, it was a very busy day!” Ann said, her grin curving only wider as she cupped at Shiho’s jaw, Shiho’s skin crawling in revulsion at her touch now she knew what Ann had done to her. “And it was a lot of fun, no wonder I got a little fired up. Did you touch yourself after I sent you that photo, you little cuck?”
Shiho sniffled, but didn’t respond, watery eyes breaking contact with Ann and looking down at the floor.
“Oh, you totally did.” Ann gloated, pulling back and standing tall and proud, hands on hips, her gorgeous body almost completely on display in that shameless lingerie. “Well, time to show you just what I was thinking about when I got all wet and slutty like that. Make sure to watch!”
And watch, Shiho did. Her head lifted off the floor almost mechanically, her body bound entirely to Ann’s will, as she watched her girlfriend strut back over to Kamoshida, her hips swaying in such an exaggerated manner it was almost offputting, before dropping dramatically to her haunches and rolling her hips like a strip club dancer, moaning ostentatiously before lunging forwards and grabbing hold of his dick. Shiho gasped, her heart pulsing in the purest, rawest pain imaginable as she watched, unable to move or intervene or even look away.
“Mmm, so big.” Ann purred as she rubbed the hard cock against her face, mewling in almost catlike delight as she took a deep inhalation of Kamoshida’s musk. “So hot, so manly, so big. No wonder even a helpless little lesbian like me couldn’t resist it.”
“Good girl.” Kamoshida said, his eyes locked lecherously on Ann as she finally gave him everything he had ever wanted. “You’re gonna suck it now, and make sure to make it a big show so your little dyke girlfriend can see how much you love it.”
“Mmm, yes sir.” Ann purred, seemingly entirely ignorant to the whimpers of pain and distress coming from her girlfriend in the corner. “You love a slutty teen sucking your dick don’t you, you big perv?”
Shiho was almost choking on her own tears as she was forced to sit and listen to this, listen to her sparky and proud girlfriend reduced to nothing but fantasy meat for this disgusting, perverted old man. However, even over her own sniffles and splutters she could hear the wet rasp of Ann’s lips wrapping around Kamoshida’s cock and sinking down the shaft, the visual imprinting itself on her mind forever as she watched Ann suck the cock that had once raped her girlfriend.
Ann was loving it, too. She was giving a constant cascade of murmurs and moans and mewls as she sucked Kamoshida down over and over, his girthy shaft disappearing down her throat again and again. She spluttered and coughed a little from lack of practice, but Kamoshida didn’t care, simply pushing her down on his cock again and again until she opened her throat and began taking it smoother, squirming in glee the whole time as her hands cupped and stroked and fondled at his balls.
For poor Shiho, this whole sight was like something beyond her wildest of nightmares. Ann was a lesbian. She didn’t like men, she’d told her so. Shiho had been there for her when Ann had realised this about herself, finally setting aside the societal expectation that she’d internalised to be interested in men and allowing herself to be only interested in the love of other women. And yet here she was, sucking down a man’s cock, Kamoshida’s no less, like a wanton slut and loving every last minute of it while Shiho could do nothing but watch.
“God damn, keep sucking that thing!” Kamoshida crowed, his tone dripping with smug glee in a way that had the shivers of purest revulsion running up Shiho’s spine. “Show Suzui what a good little Phantom slut you are, show her how my huge cock stole your heart away from her for good!”
Ann moaned loudly and lewdly, her eyes almost rolling in her head as she sucked him down as deep as she could go, before pulling up and off and slapping his cock against her face, hard and thick and dripping precum all over her beautiful face. Laughing cruelly, Kamoshida did it again, and again, forcing Shiho to watch as he cockslapped her girlfriend, before grabbing at Ann’s waves of soft blonde and pulling her head in, roughly shoving her face into the heavy, hairy, sweaty musk of his balls. It was disgusting and degrading, and Shiho wanted to be sick.
“Thank me.” Kamoshida demanded, greedy and relentless. “Thank me for rescuing you from Suzui’s mediocrity. Thank me for showing you where your real place is, what a real woman does for her betters.”
Shiho couldn’t look away, but she really wanted to. She couldn’t stop listening, but she really wanted to. She couldn’t move, or speak, or do anything. She could only watch, and hurt, and feel that alien sense of desire bubbling up inside her with each and every lash of pain.
“Thank you.” Ann groaned, her voice stricken and thick with lust and need in a way that Shiho had never heard it before. That wasn’t her Ann, and the difference only hurt all the more. “Thank you for fixing me. Shiho could never make me feel like this, could never show me my place like this.”
Shiho’s heart burned, and her thighs trembled. She blinked back more tears, even as she felt herself getting wetter between her legs.
“Heh, such a good little slut.” Kamoshida praised, his fingers thick and grabby and greedy in Ann’s hair, treating the beautiful soft blonde that Shiho always made a point to adore so carefully like a personal toy, rough and dirty and uncaring. “Get up. Go and check on the dyke over there. But show me some of the love I’m owed, first.”
Shiho flinched again like she’d been slapped across the face, but things only got worse as Ann got to her feet obediently and pressed a kiss to Kamoshida’s lips. The sight was enough to have Shiho gasping and whimpering, her heart pounding painfully in her chest and tears running thick and fast down her face as she watched her lesbian girlfriend kissing a man with so much passion. It was burning at her like nothing else she’d ever known, watching the love of her life be stolen away from her and defiled forever, and knowing that things were only going to get worse from here.
Much, much worse.
“Hi, Shiho.” Ann said breathlessly as she made her way over to Shiho again, her gait unsteady and her face flushed, her pupils dilated with purest cocklust. Shiho tried her best to shy away from her girlfriend’s approach, but her body’s submission to whatever Ann had done to her was absolute. “Have you been enjoying our date so far?”
Shiho could only stare up at her in total defeated disbelief, wondering how her sweet and wonderful (and very gay) Ann could ever have been twisted into something so cruel.
“Ann, please…”
SLAP!
The slap across her face was quick and sharp, but to Shiho it felt like a thunderbolt had hit her. Her head slapped hard to the side as Ann’s palm crashed across her cheek, a sharp cry of pain escaping as she felt pain flare and her body responding accordingly with a fresh surge of that horrible, hated arousal. Shiho gasped and cried, tear tracks thick and constant down her cheeks as she trembled in fear and need, hearing Kamoshida laughing at her predicament and only making it worse.
“The slut likes it, the desperate whore.”
Shiho screwed her eyes shut and tried to shut him out, but that wasn’t allowed to persist for long as she felt Ann’s touch on her again, cradling her face and holding her still, her girlfriend joining the mockery with some breathy, aroused chuckles of her own.
“You didn’t answer my question, Shiho. Are you enjoying watching me suck my master’s cock, like the good corrected lesbian I am?”
Shiho didn’t answer, she simply hung her head and sobbed.
“Shiho.” Ann said, more firmly, her fingers digging in a little tighter and carrying a weight of implied threat. “I said, did you enjoy it?”
“Please…” Shiho whimpered, her voice thick with tears and the pain of betrayal. “You don’t have to do this…”
“I want to do this.” Ann said, as if it were something normal, her blue eyes dark and lustful and cruel as she toyed with the fragile, crying girl in front of her. “And you, little cuck, want me to do it too.”
Shiho tried to argue back, tried to argue that she wasn’t a cuck and wasn’t enjoying this even slightly, but she found that she couldn’t. The terrifying thing was that she wasn’t sure if her acquiescence was from what Ann had done to her, or if her spirit had already broken to their torture.
“Put a hand down there, Shiho.” Ann ordered, her voice gleeful and her eyes shining with malice. “I’m not going to ever touch you again, so you do it. Test it, and tell me. Tell me if you got turned on by watching your perfect lesbian girlfriend suck his cock.”
Shiho had no choice, and wasn’t sure she’d have been able to resist even if she did. She simply ran a hand down herself and into her skirt, pushing mechanically inside her panties and rubbing against her slit. What she found there was nothing short of brutalising for her, and her shoulders slumped and she began to cry again, Ann’s cruel words ringing in her head over and over as their reality was proven true.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” Ann pushed, twisting the knife yet further. “You got wet from watching us. Didn’t you?”
Shiho could only nod through her tears, her shoulders shaking and body trembling with sadness and pain and arousal as Ann forced her to face it all.
“You know it too, Shiho.” Ann said, almost euphoric as she watched her girlfriend cry. “We’re sex objects for men, for him. This is where we’re supposed to be, this is where I’m supposed to be. You know it, and your body loves it, you pathetic little lesbian cuckquean.”
Each of Ann’s words felt like a punch to the gut, and Shiho could do nothing but sit there and take it, one hand still in her panties while the other sat uselessly at her side. She felt her cheeks burning with intense shame, her soul wracked with self-hatred and the immense pain of Ann’s turn, even as she felt that same revulsion of knowing that Kamoshida was watching them, appreciating them, touching himself to them. She could hear the rasping shuffling of his hand as he stroked himself, she could hear the slight drips of his precum against the floor, she could hear the low, almost bestial huffs of his breathing. It disgusted her, and only increased her disgust at herself.
“You’re finally going to give yourself to me.” Kamoshida said to Ann, his tone allowing no doubt and brokering no argument. “You held out on me for so long, but now you’ve come around you just want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Please…” Shiho begged quietly between sobs, looking up at Ann with a desperate plea in her eyes. “Please don’t do this. Not you, not him. Please.”
Ann only giggled, wiping the tears from under Shiho’s eyes and licking her fingers clean. She looked back at Kamoshida over her shoulder, pulling her panties down and spreading her cheeks, spreading her legs and getting ready for him. Then she started, a spark of an idea in her eyes. “Oh! Do you want Shiho naked too, master?”
Shiho’s breathing stalled to a dead stop as she felt Kamoshida’s eyes lock onto her, rolling up and down her body, taking her in. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even think as he eyed her, his expression grotesque in its primal hunger and disgusting intent.
“No.” he said, callous and dismissive, his eyes switching back to Ann with an almost insultingly casual ease. “Those fat udders of hers probably look even better now she’s put some weight on, but no. Got to have some standards, and she’s let herself slip much too far to be worthy of my interest.”
The explosion of sensation in Shiho’s chest was almost impossible to parse properly as she choked and cried, torn between being almost insulted at his lack of interest in her, hurt and insecure about his jabs at her appearance, and even more disgusted at herself for even caring what the disgusting old pervert thought. Logically, she knew that his jibes didn’t even make sense – sure, she’d stopped actively training, but that was barely noticeable unless someone was actively looking for it – but her emotional state was so ruined and raw that she took the crude insult right to heart, inflicting yet more pain and yet more of that hated arousal as it went.
“Heehee, okie-dokie!” Ann giggled, entirely unconcerned with her girlfriend’s distress as she bent forward, propping herself up on the arms of Shiho’s chair and looking her right in the face. “You’re gonna love this, you pitiful cuckquean.”
“Ann, please…” Shiho begged, her voice a broken whisper as she tried to stem her sobs. “You kept yourself from him for so long, don’t lose it all now…”
“I’m not losing anything, Shiho.” Ann said, her expression engulfed with lust and almost deranged glee as Kamoshida’s hands came to rest on her waist, big and wide and strong and gripping her tight. Ann trembled with a shiver of lust at the sensation, and Shiho couldn’t help but note that she could never take hold of Ann in such a way. “I’m getting everything that I should never have denied myself. This is so much better than being a lesbian, this is everything I needed that you could never give me. Mmm, don’t be sad, just be happy for me.”
“No.” Shiho whimpered, tears flowing thicker and faster as she felt herself growing all the more terrified at what she was about to see and how much the pain of it was going to turn her on. “No no no no…”
Ann grinned, wiping a tear from under Shiho's eye and licking it off her fingers. "Time to lose my gold star!"
The moment Kamoshida penetrated Ann was something that Shiho would remember forever. The instant his cock shoved hard inside her, there was a very brief moment of something there. A flicker, perhaps, of the real Ann, as her eyes widened in both surprise and shock as she gave herself over to Kamoshida in a way that she never, ever would. A moment of absolute terror as she finally felt herself be broken before the man she hated above all others. But then the ecstasy came, her face warping into that corrupted mask of purest lust and sexual desire, washing away all traces of the Ann that had once been, and Shiho had the sinking feeling that she would never be seen again. That sense of utter defeat only made things worse for her as she sat there, slumped and helpless and unable to do anything but watch, as Kamoshida began to fuck Ann hard and fast, his cock sinking deep into her tight cunt over and over with a slick rasping sound, his hands gripping tight and bouncing her back into him as he finally violated the one girl above all others that had defied him.
“Oh fuuuuuck!” Ann cried, loud and long and lustful, her expression contorting in delight as she squealed in pleasure, the sound ringing in Shiho’s ears and burning in her heart, the painful throb between her legs only growing stronger and harder to ignore against her fingers. “So big, so hard, fuck me! Fuck me more!”
Kamoshida obliged, ramming hard into Ann with a brutal animalistic force that had Shiho wincing and Ann yowling, treating her with a kind of vicious physicality that Shiho never would. His hands were scrabbling and groping greedily at her body, each hard slam of his cock inside her accompanied by a squeeze or a stroke like she was nothing but a toy to him, sullying Ann’s perfect body forever with his grasping greed. The sight was like nothing Shiho could have ever expected, especially not sitting so close and seeing every last tremor of pleasure cross her girlfriend’s face as she took so willingly what had once been forced on Shiho. It was traumatic on so many levels, and the cuckquean side of her that Ann had so brutally exposed was responding, and responding hard.
“Tell me!” Kamoshida snarled, ripping apart Ann’s slutty bikini and groping hard at her big, hanging breasts in a way that betrayed his shallow, misogynistic interest in her body as a trophy for him. “Tell me how fucking good I am! Tell me you and your friends were wrong to fucking stop me!”
“It’s so good!” Ann howled, bucking herself back into Kamoshida with a desperate need that had Shiho panting and trembling with forbidden lesbian cuckquean pain even as she blinked away further tears. “We were so wrong to stop you, I should never have said no to this! This is amazing! Make me your Phantom Slut!”
Shiho didn’t even realise she was rubbing herself until she heard Ann laughing at her for it, the shame only spiking higher still when she realised that she wasn’t stopping. She felt the burn of embarrassment, of disgust, of hating herself for feeling this way, but her fingers didn’t stop moving, and she didn’t take her eyes off the rapture warping Ann’s face into the kind of orgasmic delight that Shiho herself could never bring.
“Look at pathetic little Shiho enjoying it.” Ann mocked, her words like knives between Shiho’s ribs, the sting of it only making everything worse as Shiho continued to stroke despairingly at her slit. “Look at the broken little dyke touching herself as she realises she’s lost me to men forever.”
“Ann, please…” Shiho whimpered, fat tears dripping from her eyelashes as she slipped fingers inside herself, stretching her folds and pumping deeper, her palm stimulating her clit as she succumbed to mindbreaking, arousing despair.
“Such a wretched little cuckquean.” Ann gloated, Kamoshida fucking her so hard that Shiho could feel each and every slam through her chair, her eyes glazing over with primal, feral delight. “Losing your lesbian girlfriend to your rapist, and not doing anything about it but sitting there and masturbating over it. What a fucking disappointment you are, Shiho.”
Shiho cried out in pain and need as she felt her body respond to Ann’s abuse, spit hitting her face as Ann moaned and bucked back into Kamoshida, her girlfriend lost in this insane, terrifying lust for cock that had consumed everything else about her, everything that Ann had once been that Shiho had loved. She gently stimulated her clit until it was free of its hood and began to stroke and circle it, the rush of white-hot pleasure only spiking higher and higher still as her hatred for her own actions and desires only grew stronger, spiralling deeper and deeper into broken madness.
“Tell Suzui how much better I am than her.”
“He’s so much better than you!” Ann babbled incoherently, her eyes bright and mad as she gazed right in the face of the masturbating Shiho. “You never made me feel this good, not even close!”
“Tell her you’re straight, tell her you’re just for me!”
“I don’t like girls!” Ann said obediently, her eyes almost rolling back into her head with delirium as Shiho internalised the words and only touched herself more insistently, adding another finger and dipping them even deeper inside herself, the tears flowing thicker and faster. “You were so fucking bad you turned me off girls, I hope you’re happy! I’m cock-only from now on, only King Kamoshida!”
“Ann…” Shiho moaned, despair and desire battling for prominence as she fucked herself, her thighs trembling as she felt her body beginning to draw closer to the worst release of her life. “Ann, oh god, Ann…”
This was the worst moment of her life, and Shiho knew it was only going to get worse, and yet she couldn’t stop touching herself. The shame, the pain, the betrayal, the disgust, all of it couldn’t help but turn her on more, her perception of herself more negative than it had ever been but her arousal only higher for it. It was far too much for her to handle, far too much for her to stop, and even as she knew she could never forgive herself for it, she just kept on stroking.
“It’s not just going to be you, either!” Kamoshida roared, his cock taming Ann completely as his ego swelled even bigger than it had been before. “You’re going to introduce me to all your dyke friends and I’m going to fix them too! You’re going to get me out of here and we’re gonna go and give Shujin a little makeover! The place would look pretty good as my personal sex den, wouldn’t you say?”
“So good!” Ann cried out, her arousal dripping down her shaking thighs as she took everything he had with glee, the constant impacts driving her more and more mad for cock. “Yeah, fix my fucking friends too! Take us all, set us right! Wait, Shiho, get my phone! Fucking bitch, quickly!”
Still entirely obedient to Ann’s commands even as she lashed herself over and over with contempt and disgust, Shiho quickly leant over and grabbed Ann’s phone with her free hand, and the blonde didn’t even bother to unlock it before starting to shout in wild, unhinged glee into it, her hips rocking and rolling back into Kamoshida’s pumping rhythm.
“You’re watching this Futaba, I know you are! You hear that, we’re coming for you all next!”
Shiho sobbed and whimpered as she began to grope at herself, a hand slipping inside her dress as she fondled and fingered herself, distraught and overwhelmed by the promises of the horrors to come. The elegant Makoto Niijima, the adorable Haru Okumura…did this same fate that had befallen her beloved Ann await them? They were so happy together, would Kamoshida break them up and subordinate them to his will as well?
Shiho already knew the answer, and it only made her body throb harder in shameful pleasure.
“Don’t pretend you’re not there, Futaba, I know you can see me! You’re a scrawny little cuckquean already, you can sit next to Shiho! You two can go in the cuck corner while my master fucking wrecks Sumi’s amazing ass! She’s gonna fucking bounce on it and fucking love it, and you’re gonna love watching every second of it as you lose her!”
“That Yoshizawa you’re talking about?” Kamoshida asked as he railed Ann hard, his thrusts beginning to shallow out and speed up as he approached climax. “Oh fuck yeah, she was always kept away from me before, but not this time! Cute little gymnast body, redhead, long ponytail to grab, now you’re speaking my fucking language! She should be choking on my cock, double-time!”
“Hehe, you’re in for a good time Futaba.” Ann slurred, her eyes slipping in and out of focus as she began to lose herself entirely. She turned the phone instead to point at Shiho, the poor girl only feeling the shame intensify further as her pitiful state was revealed, which only had her stroking harder at her cunt. Her state in the phone reflection was truly pathetic; thick tracks of tears and ruined mascara and an entirely broken look in her eyes, masturbating with a despairing desperation as she watched the sordid nightmare before her. “Tell her, Shiho! Tell her how much of a pathetic cuckquean you are, and how much you love this!”
“I…love this.” Shiho said, the verbal confession enough to bring forth a rush of shame so strong she almost wanted to vomit, her tears flowing and her voice wavering. “I-I’m a pathetic lesbian cuckquean, and Ann deserves better than me. She deserves a man. She deserves Kamoshida.”
Shiho didn’t really remember much of what happened after her final submission. She felt like she was watching everything in soft-focus slow-motion as she fucked herself deeper and harder, listening to Ann’s orgasmic cries as Kamoshida fucked her right through the loudest and strongest climax of her life. She’d never made Ann sound like that, not even close, and the acute sense of failure was enough to tip her masochistic fever over the edge. She crashed into her orgasm with a loud wail of despair, all hope for her now firmly snuffed out, sinking beyond all point of return into the deranged darkness that had been unleashed upon her. She felt every last pulse of pleasure as she masturbated right through the orgasm, her sense of misery only growing stronger, until she was sprawled back in her chair, her body sated and her spirit broken, left to do nothing but watch with dull, defeated eyes as Ann knelt above her, her cunt pushing towards Shiho’s face. Darkened pink and raw, the folds distended and well-fucked…and dripping with Kamoshida’s cum.
Ann smirked as she looked down at Shiho, Kamoshida’s hand on her shoulder. His voice came, commanding and repulsive, sounding just as he had in Shiho’s every nightmare and flashback.
“Clean up my slut, you useless cuck dyke. It’s the closest you’ll get to ever fucking her again.”
Ann’s cunt sank down onto Shiho’s face, and Shiho obediently put out her tongue and began to lick Kamoshida’s cum out of her girlfriend.
It was disgusting. It was demeaning. It was her every nightmare.
And it was now all she was good for.