Fuuka interferes

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Mitsuru's litany of protests became more strangled and shocked until they pettered out into a lusty series of mewling pleas and moans (making it entirely unclear if she was begging for the student body to stop or continue). Her hands were raised behind her head, her fingers interlocked where the touched her neck. Her legs were spread as far apart as she could manage while maintaining a standing position. Her chest and butt were somehow pushing themselves in opposite directions, presenting her assets for the inspection of anyone who wished to. And to Mitsuru's display, that list was long. It seemed as if every part of her, from her luxurious breasts to her round bottom to her toned stomach. thighs, hips...everywhere hands groped, felt, played, slapped, pinched and pulled. Some gently, others painfully. The impish device she had secured inside her did not help an iota. It had awakened every sense, making her nerves alive and sensitive to another's touch. To be on display, manhandled and played with by the very students she had studiously kept clear of perversion with a few well placed threats and punishment....that was disgraceful enough! But to find this shameful, disgraceful display of wanton perversion even a little pleasant or erotic was...was...clearly Temptation had inserted these vile thoughts in her mind!

"Right now she's making excuses for herself. As if Temptation can do more than awaken the naughty thoughts she already has hiding in that disgraceful mind." The Other Mitsuru continued to gossip inside Fuuka's mind.

"Stop this!" Fuuka said, experiencing embarrassment and outrage and several naughty thoughts of her own.

"Absolutely not. She has gone too long inflicted her twisted sense of justice and decency on the world. What makes her exempt? Her execution has only just begun."

"...Then...then I'll stop you!"

"......Ha. Heh heh heh heh! You? The meek little mouse hiding in her safety bubble of a persona, capable of nothing but hiding and intel? The fragile little waif who couldn't ride one train without burdening her comrades in nude to form a shield for her? The girl who even now is trying desperately to cover up her pale little boy, unaware that the boys behind her have been getting candid shots of her nether regions while she watched my other's humiliation?"

"I...what?" Fuuka gave a small cry of terror as she glanced behind her to find a trio of cell phones pointed at low angles on her body.

Leaping to her feet, Fuuka did a dance of shame as she attempted to hide all of her at once and found herself lacking the necessary number of hands. Her bouncy butt eventually became the martyr for the dignity of her chest and nether regions.

"You....you....stop it!" She gave a mental call.

"BE QUIET, PAWN!! OBEY YOUR NEW QUEEN AND LEAVE THIS ONE TO HER FATE."

Fuuka took in several breaths and strode towards Mitsuru.

"I see. Then expect to be punished next. Not that anything you do could even be effective. As if your petty actions could even convince me to-"

With a strength that surprised everyone, Fuuka included, the blue haired girl yanked her senpai free of the grasping hands and spun her around. There was an immense GASP from the crowd as Fuuka's lips were planted firmly against Mitsuru. The stunned silence was broken moments later by sporadic cheers, taunts, and cell phone flashes.

"....All right, pawn. I'll indulge you. Make it entertaining." The Other Mitsuru said with bemusement.

"Y-y-yamagishi???" Mitsuru said, reeling from the sudden absence of total sensation into the singular yet more delightful sensation of a tongue exploring her mouth.

"Yes, Mitsuru-senpai. Its me..." Fuuka said simply, moving in for another kiss.

"Fuuka-chan, no." Mitsuru protested, her will to protest almost entirely drained.

"Sorry, Mitsuru-senpai." Fuuka whispered before kneeling before her.

"Fuuka!" Mitsuru said more desperately and loudly. "Don't you dare! Don't...don't make me execute you!" She screamed her old fallback threat even as she again assumed her "inspection" pose, displaying her gorgeous body to Fuuka. Yamagishi's newly awakened sense of lust and the close proximity gave her the sense that she was in the presence of a love goddess. And what else was she to do if not worship it?

Fuuka pressed her lips firmly on Mitsuru's clit, while her small hands claimed the vibrator within her and began gently moving it in and out.

"Ya-yamaGISHIIIIIII!" Mitsuru screamed, her insides erupting and her knees grown too week to stay standing. As she stumbled, Fuuka guided her to a sitting position. Despite how her own cheeks burned, Fuuka crawled up into Mitsuru's lap, pulling one end of the two headed dildo free as she did.

"Yamagishi...no...so...humiliating!" Mitsuru gasped.

"I know. I'm so sorry. I don't know if this is better than what they did to you before. But...you don't...deserve...to suffer alone! And I don't need to hide behind you!" Fuuka declared as she inserted the powerful dildo into herself.

The pair began a tight embrace, Fuuka rhythmically moving up and down the length of the instrument within her rubbing her smaller breasts against her senpai's sensitive orbs. All the while, the pair made a studious exploration of the other's mouth. If there was anyone left in the crowd who had not activated their cell phone's camera, that ended now. To all but the fools who had not charged their devices the intimate dance taking place between the two students was recorded moment by moment from roughly 200 separate angles for the delight and fascination of the assembled student body.

"Damn. I knew Mitsuru-senpai's body was something else...but who knew what a hot little thing that Yamagishi's been hiding all this time?" One student spoke up.

"Well, who could tell with all those frumpy clothes she wore? The ghost-girl never did have any fashion sense." Another chimed in.

"Heh. Lucky for her then. Way I heard it, Eden Syndrome chicks have to stay naked all the time. No more fashion disaster from her. Unless you count shoes and socks."

"Whoa. Lucky for us all, you mean."

"Hell yeah!"

"Kinda surprised ghost-girl is taking the lead. Always figured Kirijo would be the one on top."

"Come up, man. Look at those two. With those tits and ass, our Student President would break Yamagishi like a twig. If she didn't smother her to **** first."

"Ha! Yeah! Still impressed Yamagishi has so much...vigor, though. Didn't know she was into sports."

Fuuka blushed at the commentary. In truth, she was mostly a recluse who kept to herself. But Tanaka's Sunday shopping channel kept her supplied with an array of useful and strange gadgets. Some, like her ab machine, were designed specifically to exercise her body without the actual exercise. Others....were more adult oriented and challenged her endurance in ways very much relevant to the current situation. And like the ab machine, she had occasionally found herself...stuck to the device for an extended period of time. Thankfully Natsuki had been discreet about having to extricate her. Of course, that didn't extend to reminding her of the incidents any time she felt the need to embarrass her blue haired friend!