Why don't we get back to the others?

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

"Its so....big." Fuuka said, staring in awestruck terror.

"Oh, this thing is no joke." Maki agreed. "And of course, it feels even bigger than it looks. Your back entrance is way smaller than your front, so whatever goes in feels way bigger than it would in your cunny." Maki said.

"And you want me to..." Fuuka asked softly.

"Uh-huh. The whole thing." Maki nodded.

"Maki, I don't know if..." Fuuka began.

"Your doing the nerd girl thing again. Don't think about it. Just do it." Maki smiled.

"But..."

"Now now now. Good ghost girls follow their commands and don't talk back. Bad ghostgirls try to protest even though they promised to submit just a little while ago. And Maki-sama is only nice to good ghost girls." Maki said in a sing-song voice.

".....What happens if...ummm 'Maki-sama' is mean?" Fuuka asked.

"The bad ghost girl still gets her ass plugged. But without the lube." Maki declared.

Fuuka's eyes widened. Maki shrugged. "Didn't I tell you? Total bitch."

Fuuka reddened, sighed, and turned around. Ekoda was writing something about Confucius on the white board, engrossed in his explanation of some hyper obscure facet of the Chinese philosophy and with his back turned to the class. Trembling, Fuuka squared her shoulders, pushed her chair back while keeping her upper body anchored to her desk with her hands. Her lower body, especially her butt, was pushed out invitingly between the gap between the chair's backrest and the rest of the seat. Fuuka carefully spread her legs as far as she dared without drawing Ekoda's notice. The restrained titter in the air meant she had the rest of the class' rapt attention, most of the students having eavesdropped on her early exchanges with Maki.

Fuuka closed her eyes and **** herself not to scream when the slimy, blunted tip of the monster moved in between her waiting cheeks. The instrument was generously smeared with lube, but it still took a concerted effort of Maki twisting and screwing the device back and forth while Fuuka assisted by twirling her butt cheeks from side to side in a hilarious yet provocative manner. Her face was a deep purple from shame and pain (lube or no, accepting the large creature into her rear end had not been entirely pleasant).

Fuuka set up just as Ekoda turned around. He glared at her suspiciously. "And just what is going on with that look on your face, Yamagishi?"

"Umm...I..." Fuuka whispered.

"Mr. Ekoda, Fuuka needs to use the restroom. She didn't want to say anything because she didn't want to cause any more trouble, but she's been holding it in since class started." Maki interrupted.

Ekoda twisted his face in disgust. "Is that so?"

"Yes sir. She looks like she's been filled up to almost bursting..." Maki said, winking at Fuuka who gave her a face of pure misery in turn while the rest of the class snickered.

"Yes, thank you, I don't require a detailed explanation of her condition. Very well. Yamagishi, take care of your situation and stop disrupting class."

"Sir, well take her there." Maki said, gesturing to the rest of her 'gang'. "Make sure she doesn't wonder off in her weird mental state."

"Sigh. Yes, very well. I'm certain your little group hasn't absorbed a thing from the lesson in any event. See that your back before the end of the period."

"Of course!" Maki said, springing up and walking in front of Fuuka. Between her and the other two girls, the sight of monster sticking out of her was blocked from Ekoda. The notable limping motion she displayed while trying to walk was dismissed as her need for the restroom.

"Everything okay, Fuuka? You having a little trouble walking?" Maki asked when they had stepped into the hallway.

Fuuka, drowning in humiliation, could barely manage to look her way.

"See? Total bitch." Maki said. "Your doing really well, though. Your being a very good little ghost girl. Maki-sama is pleased."

Fuuka blinked, blushing and lowering her eyes to hide a sudden smile.

"Uh-oh. Does my little ghost like being praised by master?" Maki asked.

"No!" Fuuka yelped. "Or...maybe. A little..."

More than a little. Poor Fuuka, like all the ladies of SEES, was learning a great deal about herself in the most direct and humiliating way possible. A love of being shamed and dominated was manifesting itself in all the girls, helped along by Temptation. In this case, being praised for her obedience and submission was being magnified from a mild thrill to a jolt of pure joy and contentment. All the girls would experience this to one degree or another, though Fuuka more than the rest (there was a fetish for submission hiding closer to the surface in her heart than the rest). One more tool to inspire them to crave complete subjugation.

"Anyway...walk down that hall, Fuuka-chan." Maki said, raising her camera phone.

"You...you're going to film me??" Fuuka asked.

"Of course. Don't worry. I won't show it to everyone. Maybe. If your a good girl. But Natsuki needs to see this!" Maki said.

"Maki, no! Don't! Not Natsuki-chan!" Fuuka begged.

"What did I say about backtalk?" Maki asked.

Fuuka hung her head. With a long suffering sigh, she made her way down the hall, sporting an awkward motion thanks to her humiliating passenger. She had made to the stares when her world suddenly exploded. The device inside her had suddenly come alive. Halfway down the hall she yelped as the device in her rear briefly came to life. She spun around and gaped at Maki.

"Oops. Finger must have slipped." Maki smiled.

Fuuka glowered at her, turning back to her progression toward the hall's end. Periodically, she had to catch herself from stumbling or occasionally leapt from one foot to the other as Maki tormented her with turning the device off and on. Finally, she made it.

"Annnnnd send! Natsuki is gonna love this." Maki said in satisfaction.

Fuuka sighed to herself, out of breath and quite completely humiliated. Suddenly, she paused. With a look that gave even the self-proclaimed bitch pause, Fuuka gestured for her friend to be silent.

"I can't believe you!" A voice echoed up from below them.

"Yukari?" Fuuka whispered. Her friends should be in class by now.

"I only started remembering a little while ago." A second voice came.

"Minako?" Fuuka asked, her worry deepening.

"That's not the point, dammit!" Yukari cried again.

"Your making a scene." A third voice, Mitsuru noted dryly.

"Who cares?? All we've been doing all day is making a scene! All we CAN do is make a scene! Ever since SHE dragged us into this one after the other!" Yukari screamed.

"Yukari!" Mitsuru cried.

"You know I didn't want this any more than the rest of you!" Minako shot back.

"Didn't you? DIDN'T YOU? Aren't you and the bitch inside your head really the same person? Didn't you just get through saying exactly that?" Yukari screamed.

"That's not fair! You know its not that simple!" Minako shot back. "She's a broken mirror! She isn't...the real me..."

"And just who the hell even is the real you, Minako?" Yukari said, more softly. "How would I even know her if I saw her?"

"What...what does that...even..." Minako choked out.

"You lied to us. That thing...that Pharos...has been with you this whole time. He's fed you cryptic warnings and hints about our enemy FOR A WHOLE YEAR. And you didn't say a word. You never do. You prod, you coax, you comfort....you TRICK every one of us to pour our stupid hearts out to you, but you never tell us a single thing in return. Where do you go at night? Who are the ones in Blue I see you with? No one but you knows because you'd never dare trust us lowly little friends...little lovers with your precious secrets. Heaven forbid! And just now? You start remembering some whole other world and what do you do? You run away from us and confront it all on your own! AEGIS ALMOST KILLED YOU AND WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHY! Do you...do you even know...what you mean to the rest of us? To me? Do you even know what...what it would do to me...if something happened to you? Do you even care?"

"Yu-yukari..." Minako choked out.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! I don't...I can't...I've given you everything, Minako. You know my past, you know what love, and hate, and what I'm afraid of most. Me, Mitsuru, Fuuka...we've all let you in. We...we were stripped bare a long time before Temptation showed up! And you know...with Temptation, I know where I stand. I'm a plaything in Its sick little game. You, Minako...I don't know what we are to you. Until I figure that out...I...just leave me alone!"