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“You can do this for me, right sweetheart?”
When Junko had first explained the plan to her, Tsumiki had been terrified. She didn’t want to do it. Didn’t want to be touched by their filthy hands, by anyone other than her beloved. She had never feared pain before meeting Junko. It had been the only good thing about her, that she could take hit after hit, let people slap her and push her and abuse her to take out their own frustrations - she had never minded. It had made them happy. It had meant that she was useful to them.
But Junko had changed everything. Had shown her what love really felt like - and it was nothing like having her hair ripped out of her scalp or cigarette burns left on her thighs. It was warm, safe, wonderful. She didn’t want to have to go back to that place - that time in her life when she was helpless, when the only joy she found was in pain and suffering.
It was ironic, really, that the reason she didn’t want to do it was also the reason she couldn’t say no.
Because it was Junko. It was always all about Junko.
Tsumiki sat herself down on the large table in the middle of the reserve course classroom, trying to steady her breathing as Junko paced the perimeter of it, as if she was already plotting out the scene in her mind. Tsumiki went to take off her uniform, one arm out of her blazer before she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
“Best to leave that on for now. Not like it’ll stay on for long anyway, right?” She winked, flashed that wide grin as she stepped around in front of Tsumiki, heels clicking against the floor. It was comforting, familiar - but only served to build her fearful anticipation, knowing what was to come. Junko seemed to sense it - she always did, always knew Tsumiki better than she knew herself. She placed a single manicured finger under Tsumiki’s chin, tilted her face up to meet her eyes.
“Come on, give me a smile! You should be excited! Our plan is going to work out so perfectly.” She moved her hands to cup Tsumiki’s face, leaning in and placing a tender kiss to her forehead, her lips soft and warm and glorious as ever. “And it’s all because of you, my love.”
Tsumiki was still trembling, but she managed to calm herself a little at Junko’s kiss, Junko’s touch, Junko’s sweet, soothing words. Junko was right. She could do this. She had to do this. She put on the widest smile she could manage - and even through her fraying nerves, it came naturally when she looked into those deep blue eyes, glimmering with unrestrained joy.
“Good girl. Let’s get this started, shall we?” Junko stepped away, and Tsumiki barely managed to hold herself back from calling out to her, grabbing onto the collar of her shirt and pulling her back in, burying her face against her soft warmth and losing herself to it. She pulled her jacket back around her shoulders, kept her eyes fixed on Junko’s perfect form as she practically skipped over to the door, throwing it open dramatically.
“Come on in, guys and gals! I’ve got a main course slut here ready for you to take out all your frustrations on her!” They filed into the room, ten, twenty, thirty, maybe more - students she’d never seen before, plain black uniforms and plain, boring faces. Tsumiki’s heart raced inside her chest, but she never took her eyes off Junko. She just had to keep reminding herself who she was doing this for. When Junko finally met her steady gaze, she smiled again, and Tsumiki could feel all her fear melting away.
“And don’t go easy on her. Remember, this sad little pig is the reason you guys get treated like dirt.” Even when Junko insulted her, spoke of her with such scorn, it made her stomach flutter, made her heart leap with joy. Even when her words were harsh, there was a softness behind them, an ever-present kindness. Tsumiki knew she didn’t really mean it.
And still, the reserve course students surrounded her, eyes boring into her, running over her body as if she was a piece of meat. She tried to tell them that it was okay to use her in any way they wanted, but the words caught in her throat, stammering over them and her body was suddenly forced back against the table as a fist connected with her cheekbone, back slamming into the solid wood so hard she screamed out the last bit of air in her lungs. She didn’t even feel the impact of the punch until a moment later, her face stinging and throbbing, and she tried to reach up to touch it but her hands were quickly pinned down against the table by the students on either side of her.
She looked up at the ceiling, saw a boy approaching her, gripping her jaw and tilting her head back over the edge of the table uncomfortably. He held his flaccid cock in his other hand, sticking it right up against her face.
“Suck it, whore.”
Still reeling from the pain throbbing through her skull, in a state of shock from just how fast it was all happening, she took just a second too long to open her mouth. The boy let go of her face to force his fingers into her mouth, prising it open forcefully. She almost choked at the sudden intrusion, but before she had a chance to adjust to it, he was forcing his cock into her mouth instead. She felt him growing hard as he tried as best he could to fuck her open mouth, and she finally came back to herself somewhat, closing her lips around it and sucking in a way she could only hope was good enough.
She couldn’t see what was going on around her anymore, but she felt someone pushing her thighs up and apart, pulling off her underwear so roughly that it caught on her skin, chafing painfully. She tried not to think about what was going to happen, tried to maintain focus on pleasing the boy using her mouth, and it seemed to be working - he was fully hard now, grunting and thrusting against her.
Still, she couldn’t help but cry out around the boy’s cock as a person she couldn’t see thrust inside her suddenly, giving her no time to adjust before fucking her aggressively. She was thoroughly unprepared for this - wet enough that it wasn’t painful as such, but uncomfortable all the same, especially with how brutal the student was being with her. She forced herself to breathe steadily through her nose, trying to stifle her whines of discomfort that were gradually morphing into small sounds of pleasure as she willed her body to relax into it. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this - and she wasn’t, not really - but she couldn’t be of any use to anyone if she couldn’t relax and ended up getting injured.
The boy in her mouth began moving more erratically, panting in harsh breaths she could almost feel on her own face, before he stopped, coming in her mouth, flooding it. It tasted disgusting - bitter and salty and awful, and she wanted to spit it out, but she knew well enough that Junko would tell her not to. So she forced herself to swallow, suppressing the urge to gag, mind still filled with thoughts of Junko Junko Junko and how this would all be worth it, how proud she would be of her for enduring.
She wasn’t given any respite before another student was climbing onto the table to straddle her chest - a girl with long dark hair so similar to her own and eyes that burned with pure rage. She grabbed Tsumiki by the hair, pulling as someone shoved her shoulders from behind, pushing her back down the table, slamming down so hard onto the cock still inside her that it hit her cervix with a painful jolt. She couldn’t quite manage to stifle the cry of pain, even though it made the girl grip her hair tighter, covering her mouth with a hard slap.
“Shut up, slut. You don’t get to complain. You have no fucking idea what pain really is.”
She felt the pounding motions of hips against hers come to a halt, the guy who had been fucking her probably getting off to the fact that he had hurt her. Another quickly took his place, and it was easier this time, though she was still sore and uncomfortable. The girl shifted herself up the table, positioning herself over her face, bare cunt against her mouth. Tsumiki knew how to do this well, at least. She’d had plenty of practice. If she closed her eyes, maybe she could pretend it was Junko. She put out her tongue to lick it, tasting sweat and hair and her slick wetness.
She didn’t taste anything like Junko. Junko was sweet and wonderful and everything this wasn’t.
Still, she tried to fantasise, if just to make it a little more bearable. Tried to think of how Junko might reward her after this, how she would reclaim Tsumiki as her own, allow her the honour of pleasuring her and washing away her sins in Junko’s glorious taste. She hoped that Junko might even get a little jealous, watching her like this. That she might fuck her harder as a result, refusing to stop until all traces of her ever being touched by anyone else were erased.
Her tongue worked hard, licking and swirling in rapid movements, flicking against the girl’s swollen clit, sucking at it when she pushed her hips down further onto Tsumiki’s face. She began to grind her hips back and forth, moving so far forward that her mound was pressed up against Tsumiki’s nose, only able to breathe in the short gaps when she shifted herself back again. But that was okay. She could do this. She could feel how well she was doing, the girl above her sighing and moaning, and she clenched herself up around the boy fucking her at the same time, trying to please them both as best she could.
It didn’t take much longer until the girl was coming, clit pulsing against her lips. The boy wasn’t far behind, thrusting into her with wild abandon, making her moan despite herself as he hit that spot inside her perfectly every time until he reached his climax. The girl climbed off of her, and she waited for someone else to take her place, but instead, her shirt was ripped open by two different pairs of hands, a few buttons flying off. They grabbed at her chest, pulling her tits out over the cups of her bra, one of them tugging roughly at a nipple.
Her first instinct was to cover herself with her now unrestrained hands - somehow, despite everything they’d done to her so far, this felt so much worse, having her body exposed. She knew she wasn’t exactly nice to look at, had been reminded of that by so many people throughout her life. Even Junko would tell her that her tits sagged weirdly, that her nipples were a strange colour - not that she minded - it was Junko. Tsumiki wouldn’t want her to lie. She was still willing to touch her awful body regardless.
She knew she couldn’t cover herself up anyway - her comfort didn’t matter. That wasn’t what she was here for. Hands poked and prodded at her from all directions, pinching and slapping and digging nails into her skin. It was okay. She could handle that.
Another boy approached her, and she was able to actually see him this time with nobody using her mouth. He was bigger than most of them - both his body and his cock, already fully hard as he shoved it inside her in one stroke. He fucked her without any regard for her comfort or pleasure - bumping against her cervix as each stab of sharp pain made her muscles clench up and ache, burning in her lower abdomen, making her feel nauseated. He caught her eyes as she fought to keep her expression neutral, hide how much pain she was in, and his face broke into a crude smile.
“You like that, huh? All you fuckers are good for, ain’t it. Where’s your fuckin’ talent now, bitch?” She didn’t say anything, knew she wasn’t supposed to. “This fuckin’ sucks. Can barely even feel shit from your used up pussy.”
“Stick it in her ass!” Someone yelled from across the room, vague sounds of cheering and laughter erupting across the crowd.
“Heh. Not a bad idea.” He pulled out, and Tsumiki was struck by an overwhelming sense of dread at what was about to happen.
“No!” She writhed on the table, rolling herself off to the side, but didn’t get far before she was grabbed by too many hands to count, getting her back into position and holding her down so securely she couldn’t move a muscle. “Pl-Please don’t!” She tried again, though it was pointless. She couldn’t let it happen. She couldn’t. They didn’t have any proper lubrication, she would end up injured for certain.
“Ha! You think I care what you want, you fuckin’ pig?” Tsumiki felt panic rise up in her chest, restricting her breathing as it came in short, sharp pants. She looked around the room, looked through the crowd of bodies desperately, looking for Junko, where was Junko? She had to still be here, she had to be, she was watching, she wouldn’t have left, she wouldn’t wouldn’t wouldn’t-
“Junko!” She screamed it out as loud as possible before her mouth was covered, still screaming against it. That was okay. Junko must have heard. She would come. She would stop this. It would be okay.
“Shut the fuck up, you dumb bimbo. Your little girlfriend ain't coming to help. She doesn’t give a shit about you.” He was wrong. He was wrong wrong wrong.
Junko wouldn’t have left her. She wouldn’t.
He spit into his hand, rubbing it over his cock before shoving her thighs up to her chest, pushing up against her ass and forcing himself inside. It burned, it hurt so badly and he kept trying to push forward anyway, thrusting deeper every time and she felt a sharp sting and this was bad, this was so bad and where was Junko?
He pulled back, pushed back in again and the searing pain only grew worse, and there were other boys surrounding her, jerking off over her exposed chest, but she could barely see a thing through her eyes blurred with tears, couldn’t think of or care about anything other than Junko. He just kept going, kept thrusting into her no matter how much it hurt - it didn’t matter how much she cried or screamed.
Nobody was coming to save her.
Sobs wracked her body, shaking uncontrollably as she was left with nothing else to do but feel the pain, feel all of it. Junko was gone. She had left her alone. It was all Tsumiki’s fault. She must have done something to disappoint her, something to upset her - she didn’t know what, but it didn’t matter. She was always like this. Always so stupid. So unaware of how she annoyed or upset or disappointed everyone around her. It was all she ever seemed to do. She was useless, pathetic, garbage. The only thing she had ever been good for was being used - and she couldn’t even do that right anymore.
“Bet’cha don’t think you’re better than us anymore, do ya?”
Her mind went blank, blocking out all sound, all pain, all sensation. She thought she might have felt someone coming across her chest, warm wetness hitting her cold skin, but it barely registered. There was nothing anymore. No light. No hope. No Junko.
Everything was a blur of noise and darkness as the boy kept fucking her, as the others kept coming over her, dirtying her uniform, dirtying her soul.
And then, it was over. Just like that. So simple. All she had needed to do was endure the pain for a few short minutes. Wasn’t that funny? She had been so scared. And for what?
She felt dizzy as her mind floated away somewhere outside her body, as footsteps clicked along the floor, not a single one of them the recognisable sound of Junko’s red heels. They left, and she was alone.
All alone. Just as she was always supposed to be.
She closed her eyes, let herself sink into nothingness.
She didn’t even feel it, when hands settled on her shoulders, barely heard the voice through the fog. But when she opened her eyes, the world came back to her.
“Mikan, my love, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
Junko. Junko was… was here. Was she dreaming? Was she dead? Was any of this real?
She blinked once. Twice. Felt tears well up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks, and just like that, all the pain was back. She sobbed, lungs burning as her breath was ripped from her forcefully, as she felt every part of her body ache and throb and burn.
“Oh sweetie, you’re shaking, what happened?”
She couldn’t do anything but reach out with her arms, clinging to Junko, pulling her in and holding her so tightly. She never would have done this normally, never would have dared to touch Junko without explicit permission, but she had to, she had to make sure it was real, had to have her close, couldn’t lose her again. She didn't know where she had been, why she would have left the room - but she must have, she would have helped her if she'd been there watching. Tsumiki knew she would.
Junko’s arms wrapped around her back, and Tsumiki could feel how hard her entire body was trembling against them. She was pulled up into a sitting position, crying out at the pressure on the sore spots of her injured body. Junko whispered comforting words into her ear, held the back of her head, stroking her hair gently, and she had never felt so safe, so secure.
“It’s okay, you’re okay, you did so good.”
“D-Don’t leave.” She had said it before she even knew what she was doing. “Pl-Please don’t ev-ever leave m-me.” She gasped out the words between sobs, chest still tight with anxiety even as she relaxed into Junko’s warm arms.
Junko pulled back just a little, and Tsumiki’s hands instinctively tightened around her, before relaxing again, seeing the way Junko looked into her eyes, gazing at her with such love and affection that she felt like she could endure anything. She would endure anything for Junko. She would crawl through broken glass, she would throw herself into a raging fire, she would jump from the top of a tall building. She would give up her life to Junko. She would die for Junko.
“I could never leave you, sweetheart.” She brushed a thumb over her cheek, coming to rest on her lips. “Pinky promise.” She smiled so beautifully, face lighting up, and Tsumiki couldn’t help but smile along with her.
When Junko leaned in, placed a soft kiss to her lips, she couldn’t think of anything else in the world.
There was nothing else in the world that mattered, after all. Nothing but Junko.