Mitsuru joins in.

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Yukari sat perched in front of her school mates, her legs folded up beneath her and parted in a wide 'V'. Her right hand was busily plundering her inner folds, her left playing with her ample breasts. Every few moments she let out a soft gasp, her body convulsing a little under her caresses. In those moments her back would arch, her breasts pushing out in a quivering and lusty display, and her head would lull to the side with her eyes closed and a breathless smile on her face. Then her eyes would open, and she would look at Mitsuru's smirking, malicious face or Minako's encouraging lustful stare, and all at once she would shrink back in on herself, hiding her breasts and pulling her limbs closer as if to cover up. Then with a blush she would open her legs again, and thrust her fingers back inside herself, her body trembling with shame and a hint of determination. Her inner turmoil was obvious, the lust and the shame creating a strange little dance of gyration, half her instincts telling her to hide her body and the other begging for release.

Mitsuru was struggling with her own conflicts. Outwardly she was the picture of the disciplinarian and the **** driver, her hands crossed over her ample breasts and her eyes locked on Yukari. She made certain Yukari knew she was being stared out, and the look of smug contempt she gave her every time the embarrassed girl said all she needed to say. Yukari's performance was being watched, and judged, and every little jolt of pleasure her body felt was more confirmation that she was a slut. Or so Mitsuru's alternate intended to convey. Her inner thoughts were quite different, or much more complicated.

"Look at her. It has to feel so surreal. Only a few moments ago, you had your clothes and your dignity. Life was normal. And then this...this little imp with the face of an angel and the body of a vixen half-pleads and half-forces you to strip off both of them. And lost in a haze of confusion and lust...you let her, before you even understand quite what you are doing. And it has to be even worse for you, Yukari-chan, with me to play bad cop on top of it all. I'm so sorry."

Yukari and Mitsuru came from different worlds. Mitsuru had wealth, ambition, and an upbringing so lavish it was almost alien to her fellow classmates. Yukari was a typical middle class girl, struggling through school and dealing with life as it came. Their early relationship was not good- Mitsuru treated and all too often thought of her fellow students more in the abstract than anything else, and even her fellow SEES members were just pawns on a chess board arrayed against the Shadows. Yukari, for her part, was jealous and vindictive about Mitsuru's status and aloofness. The thaw came in time, as Mitsuru gradually opened up. Yukari in turn learned to forgive Mitsuru her at times cold nature, realizing it was a combination of the burdens she was shouldering and a general ignorance about the outside world that was frankly embarrassing for her to admit.

It became clear that they were, in fact, kindred spirits. Mitsuru had gained her power at a young age, and had pledged to atone for her family's sins. Yukari had a more personal familial atonement. With her father dead, her mother had shamelessly pursued one empty relationship after the next all in the name of not being alone. Both women desired to be strong, powerful, and self-sufficient in every way. This was an uphill battle for a female in Japanese society, and the level of harsh discipline and aggressive determination it required showed in their outward demeanor. Neither accepted help easily, and both had an aggressive hate for signs of inner weakness. And yet that hid a depth of compassion- something that came out over their time together. When Yukari had to face new revelations about her father's ****, it was Mitsuru who helped her back on her road. And when a betrayal ended the life of Mitsuru's father, it was Yukari's chance to return the favor. In their ambitions, their pain, and their dreams Yukari and Mitsuru were two halves of one coin.

But they had another thing in common. All they had sacrificed to be themselves.

"How much did we deny ourselves, Yukari-chan? How much contact did we avoid in the name of old promises? We've had our share of admirers, haven't we? And yet, we stay single. No dates, no boys...or girls. Even the act of pleasuring myself was vile. Such things were beneath Mitsuru Kirijo! No matter how many sleepless nights it might cause. I threw myself into my studies and my swordsmanship and my role as a shadow-hunter. You always seemed much more normal than me...I still envy that. And yet in your own way it was the same, right? Love and sex were just extra attachments that would make you weak...dependent on someone else. And seeking pleasure was for perverts, anyway. Right? Oh, Yukari, what have we done to ourselves?"

Watching Yukari give in was like a mirror of herself mere hours before. Her clothes discarded, her body before an audience, her head spinning in a fog...and subjected to the most insistent, delicious pleasure she had ever known. Mitsuru was watching, helplessly, as Yukari walked the same treacherous path, giving in a little at a time, that culminated in Mitsuru's current enslavement. She remembered vividly being caught in that stalemate between deep shame and **** need. The libido she had neglected for years was suddenly and voraciously awakened, reveling in every sensation and glorying in every eye cast upon her. And her equally carefully cultivated pride was drowning in a deep sea of embarrassment. And the worst part, by far, was her poor neglected body. It had never felt more alive! It was reveling in the emotions and the adrenaline her emotions were pumping through it. To her everlasting mortification, Mitsuru had enjoyed her humiliation, had reveled in the sheer and utter abandonment of decency, sanity, and control.

As she reveled now, vicariously, in Yukari's downward spiral. Underneath her coat, her sex was wet and throbbing.

"You can beat them, Yukari! I know it! You know more about the world than I ever will, books be damned. Your falling into this trap...but you can still get out. If you can just see what I didn't see...But...If you fail...No hard feelings. I would even...NO! I can't think that way! Yukari is my friend. My teammate! She's...who I can talk to...about things I could never say to Akihiko or Minako. She doesn't deserve...none of us deserve...but can get through it. Carry each other's pain. And embarrassment. She's...very cute when she blushes. They both are. I wonder if Minako can make her cum as hard as I...STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!"

Mitsuru heard herself laugh. She had a moment to wonder if the other her was privy to her thoughts. Then her hands were moving, undoing her trenchcoat, tossing it aside to join the others in wanton nudity. Her breasts were large, the pink nipples painfull erect. With a few steps she was next to Yukari. With a another motion the big breasted girl was practically enveloping her as she knelt behind her.

"Senpai??" Yukari squeeked, as a scowling Mitsuru pulled her hand away from her body.

"I never said you could cum, Yukari-chan. This is a punishment, after all." Mitsuru purred.

"Nooooo. Senpai, please! That's way too cruel!" Yukari pleaded, evidently close to release.

"Hmmm....perhaps I can show a little mercy. Minako-chan, I've decided Yukari cannot be allowed to finish herself. I'm willing to let you help, though, if Yukari will accept it? I'll even split the work with you...you take the bottom, I'll handle the top half."

"Wha??" Yukari said in shock.

"Mmmmmm. That sounds like fun. What do you say Yukari-chan?" Minako purred.

Mitsuru felt her heart beating faster. This was the moment of truth. Yukari had one chance left. If she didn't realize the ploy, the pair of them would surely trick her into begging for servitude just as they with Mitsuru. And caught up in the frenzy of hormones as she was, Mitsuru had no idea which outcome she was hoping for.

"Pease forgive me, Yukari-chan. Its all up to you now..." Mitsuru said silently.