Minako was not even close to stopping

(chapter originally by faith at writing.com)

"You want me."

The words were not a question. They were a statement, a soft whisper into Mitsuru's ear delivered with a satisfied purr. Mitsuru trembled as she looked into her teammates eyes. Her resolve was gone, and Minako knew it. There was no mercy or quarter in those eyes. Minako, seemingly a sweet and somewhat shy girl, was going to brazen get her senpai off in front of a hoard of onlookers as they both stood completely naked in an alleyway. And she, Mitsuru Kirijo, heir to a multi-billion dollar company and respected President of their student council, was going to meekly allow herself to be subjected to this humiliation without further protest. All because Minako had awakened something in the older woman, a passion Mitsuru never knew she had and did not fully comprehend. A desire, a hunger,to be controlled, put in the harsh mercies of this shameless creature her classmate had become. To feed that hunger was worth any price to Mitsuru, a fact she realized with no small amount of alarm.

Her eyes locked on Mitsuru, Minako kissed the girl's neck, and then began trailing lower. Gently grasping the red head's arms, Minako pushed her hands behind her neck. Trembling, Mitsuru complied with the silent instruction, forfeiting any way to keep herself covered and effectively putting herself on display for the crowd. Minako played with Mitsuru's ample breasts, licking and pinching the hard nipples with slow tantalizing strokes. Then lower down, kissing a trail down Mitsuru's flat stomach, flicking her navel with the marvelous tongue Minako had employed so well, and down still lower.

To the shame of Minako's inner thoughts, the girl posed herself on her hands and knees, giving an excellent view of her butt and her moist folds all at once. Her tongue probed deep into Mitsuru's most secret of places. Mitsuru moaned loudly. With the same slow, agonizing probing she was administering to Mitsuru, Minako snaked her right hand behind her, sliding her fingers into her own opening. To the humiliation of them both, the audience documented the performance in meticulous detail on their cameras, practically blinding them with strobing lights.

Mitsuru could feel it all building up inside, and could not find the strength to hold back the tide. Just as she was about to climax in front of the whole crowd, Minako withdrew her tongue and rose to her feet. Mitsuru was about to speak, whether in protest or relief was hard to say, when Minako's probing fingers began providing the stimulation her tongue had just abandoned. But it was a slow, measured stimulation, enough to keep the poor redhead on the edge without bring her over.

"You want me." She said again. "You want what I can give you. And you will do anything to have it."

Mitsuru looked at her in confusion, but her breath caught in her throat as Minako provided a modicum more stimulation to her nether regions. "YES!" She moaned.

"You'll let me do whatever I want with you, whenever I want it, no matter how humiliating it will be to endure?"

"YES!"

"And you in turn will bring those gifts, and those humiliations, to all I desire, falling short only of true **** or ****?"

"I...what? I...ah-ah-ah-ah- YES, DAMMIT! ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO SAY!"

"Then, my dears, I think we have a contract." Minako smirked. "Shall we seal it with a kiss?"

With one last feeble whimper from Minako's constrained personality and more half-hearted moan of protest from Mitsuru, the space between the naked girls vanished entirely. Minako found Mitsuru's lips, pushing the tongue she had used so marvelous on the lower regions to plunder the upper. At the same time, she wrapped her body tightly around Mitsuru. With a gentle push Minako's knee parted Mitusuro's legs. It took no time at all for their inner folds to embrace one another, Minako's hardened clit probing in of Mitsuru with **** abandon. Both girls had been riding on the edge throughout the Shadow's speech. It took them no time at all reach a mutual climax, their bodies shuddering in rapture, their convulsions inspire additional orgasms to run through their naked forms.

It was then, with the pair naked and coming down from high of their simultaneous release to smolder in the shame of actions, that the Shadow finally relinquished its will back to Minako. It had bound Mitsuru to its will, humiliated them both beyond all measure, and left them stranded naked far from home. It had been a good day. The two might have their suspicions about what had just transpired, but neither would be allowed to speak on the matter to anyone but each other. Doing so would inspire both of them to cease talking and perform a strip tease wherever they happened to be, with additional humiliating compulsions to follow should they persist in giving voice to the matter.