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When Midari dragged you back to the basement she did her 'beautification' business in, you did not expect her to drop to her knees and shove you against the wall as soon as the door to one of the many rooms she had was shut.
"Fuck, you're just like me..." Midari groaned, yanking one of your legs up over her shoulder.
You whimpered at the rough treatment, not expecting any of this.
Immediately after grabbing hold of your leg, the suicidal gambler began to leave heady bite marks along your inner and outer thigh in a precise pattern. Biting the knuckle of your index finger, your previously flushed face became entirely red, from the tips of your ears down to your chest as you realized what she was doing.
Formed with purple lipstick, and soon-to-be even darker bruises, were the initials IM.
She had literally marked you as her property. Come tomorrow, the edges of her bites would be peeking out of your skirt for all of the academy to see.
Midari pulled back a little to admire her work, a feral grin on her lipstick-smudged lips. "I won the gamble, mittens, and now everyone is gonna know you're mine!"
She gazed up with her piercing yellow eye, making your pussy tighten around nothing. She looked so good on her knees, and as chaotic as everything has been, you desperately needed her to do something, anything, to you. The gunslinger could see from your expression just how feverish you were for her, bringing a sly hand up to tease your slit through damp panties.
"You really do want this, huh, mittens?" Midari said lowly, a teasing lilt to her husky voice.
You just whined from behind your hand, bucking your hips slightly, trying to gain more friction from her teasing fingers. Midari's feral grin grew as she took your whining as an enthusiastic yes. She usually loved to make her pets beg, but something about your whining made her want to absolutely ruin you. With skilled hands, her right one held your twitching hips place, pushing your marked-up leg off her shoulder. As she did that, her left hand moved from your clothed pussy to the edge of your waistband, sliding your underwear off in one smooth motion.
As the ruined panties pooled at your ankles, you hastily kicked them off, landing who knows where. Midari chuckled at the action, finding your desperation so damn arousing. She couldn't wait to see just how far she could push you, wanting to make you forget your own name by the end of this.
"Damn, you're soaked, mittens," Midari mused, nearly moaning at the sight, "And it's all for me."
Without any warning Midari dove in, licking a broad strip up your cunt. Your knees almost buckled at the feeling of her warm and wet muscle, the piercing on her tongue feeling just as amazing as you imagined. The little metal bud was a stark contrast from the warmth of her tongue.
Your free hand found purchase in her sweat-slicked locks, gripping them tightly as she ate you out. Midari moaned against your clit at the slight pain your grip gave her, the vibrations making you nearly double over. She had only just started, and you were already so close. For all her insanity, Midari knew how to please a woman, a feature you adored right now.
Lashing her tongue against your clit, Midari eventually dipped lower, her pierced muscle dipping into your dripping entrance.
The dragging of her piercing over your tensing walls was almost enough to send you spiraling over the edge. Biting your finger hard enough to draw blood, you let out muffled whimpers with each shallow thrust of her tongue. She was a quick adapter, spotting what each twist and prod of her tongue was best, figuring out the perfect way to flick her piercing against your insides, and learning what made you tick and squirm even harder.
When she brought her calloused thumb up to rub your clit, you were sent crashing over the edge. You moaned loudly behind your bloodied hand, doubling over. You would have fallen if Midari hadn't pinned you against the wall by your hips, your legs shaking as she let you ride out your orgasm.
Finally moving away from your pussy, Midari licked your slick and cum off of her lips, staring into your wide eyes. Pushing herself up off the ground, the ravenette roughly grabbed your hand, dragging her tongue up your finger, moaning at the taste of your blood.
She immediately switched to pressing her bloodied lips up against yours, making you taste your fluids. The kiss was feral and needy, all tongue and teeth and aggression. It made your core throb with need again, overstimulation be damned.
"This is far from over, Mittens..."
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"Oi, mittens, mind helping me with this damn math homework?"
It had only been a day since everything went to hell (and a little of heaven if you were being honest), and none of it felt real.
I mean, why would it? Being sent to a private academy that was known worldwide for being the birthing place of successful people didn't usually garner things like debt and almost being murdered. What made things even less real was what happened after Midari had claimed you as hers.
When she dragged you down here, only to eat you out and make you really believe God was a woman, you had no clue what to think of this school anymore.
And now here you were, still stuck in this basement, staring at a literal pile of worksheets.
You stared at the ravenette like she was crazy before remembering she was, keeping your comments to yourself. "I can try? I'm not very good at math though..."
Your sentence had trailed off as you watched her lick her lips, a glint of shiny metal catching your attention.
Shit, her tongue piercing was so hot. Especially after yesterday. The things that little ball of metal could do-
"Get your mind out of the gutter, mittens! I have homework to do!" Midari said, waving a small stack of papers in your face.
Snapping out of your depraved thoughts, you grabbed the worksheets from her, scanning over them. You weren't kidding when you said you weren't good at math. The last time you understood anything happening in that class was in junior high, when letters weren't a thing yet, and the only equations you had to worry about were volume and area. Ah, the good 'ol days.
On the paper were equations and formulas you could barely understand. The only one you recognized was the quadratic formula, and that was only because of a teacher who made you learn a song for the equation, and had you sing it over and over and over again.
"Um... I really don't know how to do any of this." You stated, eyeing the gun she casually held in her left hand.
Midari huffed in annoyance, rolling her eye. "Then find someone who can. I have more important things to do."
Getting out of her chair, the one-eyed girl stalked out of the basement, mumbling something about debt collection and getting the girls together.
Frowning, you decided to leave, too, not wanting to find out what would happen if you didn't manage to finish this work.
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Classes were already let out for the day, and the sun was barely beginning to set. Glancing at your phone, you found it was only 5-ish, so students should still be on campus. You had a vague memory of Midari explaining Hyakkaou's after-school life.
With any luck, you should be able to find someone in one of the various gambling dens or clubs to help you out. With every step you took towards the central part of the school, the tag Midari forced upon you jingled, reminding you of everything that happened.
Curiously, as you gazed around one of the gambling dens set up in a previously empty classroom, you noted that the other tags you saw were... different.
They were solid white with black kanji and numbers, while yours was a lilac purple, bold white text starkly contrasting the color. You'd have to ask Midari later, pushing your question to the back of your mind.
Looking around, you tried to find someone who looked studious, when a girl with long black hair caught your eye. Beside her was a much shorter girl with long blonde pigtails and a taller-looking guy with shaggy brown locks.
'They seem to know what they're doing...' You thought, giving a determined little puff of your chest as you approached them.
With all their backs turned to you, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your frantic nerves. "Hi, I'm kinda looking for help with something. Are any of you good at-"
"No, get lost." The blonde one quipped before you could finish your sentence, a rude sneer on her face.
Your previous smile dropped into a confused look, the other two with her turning to face you. The boy gave you an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Don't mind Mary; she can always be a little brash." He said, ignoring the death glare it prompted.
The long black-haired girl looked at you inquisitively, noticing the papers in your hand. "Oh, did you need help with those?"
You hastily nodded, hoping that she could help. "Yes, please! I'm terrible at math, and I'm struggling to finish these."
She giggled, tuning out Mary and the other guy arguing in the background. "I'd be happy to help you then!"
You sighed in relief, placing a hand on your chest. "Thank you so much-"
"But let's gamble for it, okay?" She said, tilting her head to the side with a vicious smile.
Oh, come on.
What was with this school and gambling? You knew it was, like, some crazy cult thing, but why did everyone have to be a freak for it?
Sighing, you decided there wasn't much to lose if you did. The worst thing she could do was put you further in debt, and it's not like you weren't already a house pet.
"Alright, I'll bite. What are we gambling with?" You asked, meeting her brown eyes. Er, red eyes? Did her eyes seriously change color? What is wrong with the students in this school?
"Oh, lovely! We'll wager that homework of yours! If you win, I'll do it for you, no problem! If you lose, you do my homework too. Sound fair?" She asked, her voice sweet and not at all matching the terrifying look in her eyes.
"Uh, sure, sounds good." It did sound good, actually. Gambling over just a few sheets of paper flooded your mind with relief. It was much better than staking money. And besides, if you lost, you could just find someone else to help with both sets of work. Someone around here should at least be willing to explain how to solve the problems on the paper.
The girl clapped her hands excitedly, making a show of looping her arms around Mary's neck. "We'll play the specialty game of this gambling den, alright?"
You just nodded, avoiding the furious scowl on Mary's face. Seems like she was not a fan of this idea whatsoever.
The black-haired girl leads you to a little table with a single chair on either end. In the center was a small metal box, and all the students who were previously idly standing around now turned their attention to the table.
"Alright, mittens, you familiar with rock-paper-scissors?" Mary asked, her voice clipped with annoyance.
You nodded your head, a little baffled by the question. Who didn't know about rock-paper-scissors? They must have had a real shitty childhood to not know about it.
Mary noted your response, moving to grab the box while you and the black-haired girl took your seats. "Alright, so you're not too stupid then."
You were about to refute her rude remark before she continued speaking, "This game is called ballot rock-paper-scissors. It has pretty simple rules, so pay attention because I'm not explaining them again, mittens."
You had half a mind to tell her off, but the tag around your neck jingled as you were about to move, reminding you of your predicament. You still didn't really grasp what being a house pet meant, but you didn't want to find out.
"Good, now, the rules," Mary started, sweeping a wide hand to gesture to the standing students. "Everyone here will draw rock, paper, or scissors on a card. Those will be placed into the ballot box, and you and Yumeko will randomly draw three cards. From there, you each will play one card, and whoever wins the draw will be declared the winner of the round. We'll play best two out of three. Got all of that, mittens?"
"Yeah, I understand." You said, head swimming. Mary talked really damn fast, but you grasped the basics of it. If you heard correctly, you also caught the name of your opponent, Yumeko.
"Alright, let's get this started then!" Mary clapped her hands, and the students quickly worked to get everything set up.
Within a few minutes, the room had multiple stalls set up, and a few students lined up behind each one. With another clap of her hands, the game began, and so did your racing heart.
Even if the stakes weren't substantial, it still tightened your chest with something. After yesterday, you were worried that Yumeko had some ulterior motive behind asking you to gamble. Her smile held something predatory, striking fear into your frail heart.
The scribble of pencils filled the quiet room, only matched by Yumeko's slowly increasing breaths. Your eyes, previously glued to the table, lifted up to meet Yumeko's excited ones. Jeez, she was really into this, huh?
The look on her face almost reminded you of Midari's from last night, the absolute euphoria etched on her pale complexion haunting. Quickly breaking the intense contact, you tried to distract yourself until the ballot box was moved to the table.
"Alright, draw your cards." The boy from earlier was now taking over the game. Mary was standing on the sidelines, her arms crossed. You tried reading her lips as she mumbled something, catching the words 'no fun' and 'playing fair.'
You ignored whatever she was grumbling about, focusing on the game. Digging your hand into the box, you grabbed three cards, making sure to keep the front of them to yourself.
As Yumeko selected her three, you took a moment to assess yours. 'Two rocks and a scissors.'
It was weird not having all three options, but you supposed that was what made this modified gambling version of the classic childhood game interesting. You had no clue what cards your opponent had, and there was no guarantee that they had anything that could beat your hand. There was also no guarantee that anything you had could beat your opponent's hand.
"Alright, please reveal a card in three... two... one..."
With little thought behind your choice, you grabbed the scissors, your lesbian brain thinking it was the funniest of the two options you had.
"It seems the mittens has won the first round!" The boy announced, though he seemed to wince a little at the word mittens when he used it.
Staring at the two cards on the table, you realized that shockingly, you did win the first round! Yumeko had played a paper, your gay train of thought proving triumphant.
"Great job! That was exciting!" Yumeko gushed, placing her cards back into the ballot box alongside yours.
"Thanks!" You said back, a little surprised at how genuine her congratulations felt.
The second round was quick to start, with the twenty-something students all submitting their cards with almost scary efficiency.
The ballot box was presented again, and with it a new hand was drawn from both players. In your hand now was an absolute perfect draw, in theory at least. You possessed one of every card. Looking over your cards at Yumeko, you noticed how she still had a grin plastered on her face.
Either she really did get riled up over gambling, or Yumeko had a really good hand. Either way, you were sort of at a loss for what to do next. Since you had what should be a perfect hand, you couldn't guess what the majority card was for this round. You had no clue what Yumeko might have, so you just had to hope that dumb luck would be enough.
With your hand hovering over paper, you waited for Yumeko to signal she was ready. As soon as her hand stilled, the brown haired boy began the countdown.
"Reveal your card in three... two... one..."
Flipping your card around, your face dropped at the sight of Yumeko's choice.
"Yumeko wins the second round!"
She had a little pair of scissors on her card, an easy win against your paper. Sighing, you gave Yumeko a smile, placing your cards back in the ballot box.
"I can't believe it's already the final round; this is so exciting! You're so fun to play with, mittens, you're really helping me get my gamble freak on!" Yumeko babbled as she wiggled in her chair, face flush as her eyes glowed red again.
Seriously, what was up with her??
The third and final round was quickly under way, all students submitting their cards to the ballot box.
The boy presented the ballot box again, Yumeko taking her set of cards first. "Thank you, Ryota", she said, giving him a quick wink.
Ryota blushed at her look, looking down at his shoes to try and hide it. Did they have something going on? If they did, you felt sorry for the poor guy, Yumeko seemed like a freak.
After drawing your set of cards, you realized that you were so going to lose. All you had was paper. Yumeko seemed to be a smart lady, and if you drew so many papers there were two possibilities. Yumeko would either have drawn an odd amount of paper as well, leaving her to know that the majority must have been paper, or she drew none, and would have a 50/50 shot of winning or losing.
You were so done for.
Taking a steady breath, you shifted your free hand between the three cards, trying to make it seem like a tough choice. If you were going to lose, you were at least going to make this troublesome for Yumeko.
After settling on the paper in the middle, you lifted your gaze to meet Yumeko's. Her eyes were wide and still that weird shade of red, her face flushed as she bit her knuckle. You shuddered at the absolute want in her gaze, freaked out by the heaviness of it. She wasn't kidding when she said she was getting her gamble freak on.
For the final time, Ryota began the countdown. "Three..."
Your heart pounded in your chest.
"Two..."
You squirmed in your chair, sweat beading on your hairline.
"One..."
This was... exhilarating.
You flipped the card. Your paper stared back at you, your body hot as you quickly set your sight on Yumeko's card. The race of your heart didn't stop as you realized what happened. Instead, it felt like it got even faster, almost dangerously so.
Scissors.
"Yumeko wins the third round!" Ryota announced, the little classroom erupting in cheers and murmurs. Mary looked smug as you two locked eyes, mouthing the word loser at you. "Since Yumeko has won the majority of rounds, she wins the game."
Slumping in your chair, you laid the other two cards on the table, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You didn't know what happened to you at the tail end of this gamble, but it was... weird.
You were excited. You tried to mark it off as feeding off of Yumeko's own energy, but the thrill of not knowing if you were going to win or lose did something to you. You didn't have much time to dwell on it though, because now you had two sets of homework to figure out.
Standing up, you politely bowed to Yumeko, your house pet tag dangling mockingly. When you looked up Yumeko was leaning over the table, inches away from your face.
"Ohmygosh, Yumeko!" You jumped in surprise at the sudden proximity change, almost falling over.
Yumeko's eyes had gone back to normal, but she still had that euphoric look on her face. "That was so fun, mittens! Please, tell me we can gamble again soon!?"
You stared at Yumeko for a minute, completely dumbfounded. You lost to her, rather easily if you were being honest, yet she wanted to gamble with you again? Weirdly enough, the offer... excited you.
"Uh... sure?" You said, unsure of what else to really say.
She finally leaned back, clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Now, I think you have some homework to do, mittens!"
Yumeko reached into her school bag that leaned against her chair, pulling out a few papers. You stepped closer towards Yumeko, accepting the homework from her. You felt relief flood as you stared at an assignment from a shared language class. This should be easy enough, and the due date was two days from now, so you could complete and return it to her tomorrow.
Bowing once more to Yumeko and the others, you stuffed the papers in your own bag, hastily leaving the gambling den before anything else could happen.
As soon as you were back in your dorm, a private room, thank the stars above, you flopped into your bed, not even bothering to shuck off your uniform.
The tag you wore pressed into your chest uncomfortably as you laid on your stomach. The past two days did not feel real, not one bit. If you didn't have a very physical reminder of it under your tights, you would not believe any of it whatsoever.
Speaking of physical reminders, you decided to check on how those bruises were healing. Sitting up, you slowly rolled down your tights, careful not to move too fast. Pushing them down to your knees, you felt your face flush at the purple and blue marks peeking out from your skirt. They looked almost worse than last night, the edges of the bruises bleeding together as they throbbed every time you flexed your thigh.
God, she really did a number on you. Deciding not to focus on the spark of arousal those marks gave you, you pulled your tights back up, grabbing the homework from your bag.
Staring at the math homework, you quickly buried your face in your hands and sighed. It still made no sense, and you had to finish this before tomorrow morning.
You were so screwed...