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It was way too hot out for how early it was. Anon fanned the front of her vest as much as the material would allow (way too little, in her opinion—who the heck decided a tight sweater vest was appropriate summer attire?) and tried not to think about the sweat already pouring down her back. She felt all gross, and she hadn’t even gotten to school yet! Stupid summer.
Her toe caught the sidewalk as a vibration shot through her body, making her flinch. It disappeared as abruptly as it arrived, but Anon still stopped and took a few breaths to collect herself. She swallowed, trying to resist the urge to squirm and rub her thighs together. That was exactly the reaction Soyo wanted, and even though she was miles away, Anon didn’t want to give her that satisfaction.
She continued walking, but now each step made her painfully aware of a certain… foreign presence between her legs. It hadn’t been that big a deal at first (which maybe wasn’t a good thing now that she thought about it), but that brief reminder of its… capabilities brought her current situation back into stark clarity.
There was a vibrator inside her.
A remote controlled vibrator.
And Soyo had the remote.
It had all started with a simple text that morning shortly after she woke up.
Soyorin:
Wear it today. Meet me at Tsukinomori after school. My mother left the country for the week last night.
Anon had stared at the message for several long minutes. Chewing her lip, she had wondered if she should say no this time. Last time had been… a lot. But… not in a bad way. Just in an “a lot” way. She could totally say no. She had said no in the past, and Soyo had been totally cool with it.
Or she could say yes…. They didn’t have practice that day, and Anon didn’t have any pressing deadlines for school coming up, and her parents never cared when she spent the night at Soyo’s….
So obviously she’d said yes.
Another brief burst almost made her misstep again, but she powered through that one. Soyo must be at school already, sitting in a near-empty classroom and trying to keep herself entertained. She probably had the remote control in hand under the desk, idly thumbing it with that sly grin on her face that totally didn’t make Anon’s knees turn to jelly whenever she saw it, thinking about Anon’s reactions whenever she turned the toy on.
Anon clenched around the toy, and it hadn’t even activated. She stopped and took a few more deep breaths. Get it together, girl, you have the whole day at school ahead of you. And Soyo would know if she tried skipping. Anon didn’t know how she’d know, but she’d know.
She arrived at school without any further… incidents. The girls all said hi as she walked in the classroom, and she totally kept her cool and replied normally. She just had to keep up that facade for several more hours….
The first bell rang, and the vibrator turned on. Anon almost jumped out of her seat. Tomori turned around, concern evident on her face.
“Ano-chan—”
“I’m fine!” Anon whisper-shouted. Tomori’s expression didn’t change. “I’m fine, I promise. Just… a leg spasm!”
“…Okay. Please remember to drink more water.” Tomori turned back towards the front of the class.
It was still on. It was still on. Sure, it was set pretty low, but Soyo hadn’t turned it off yet. The vibrations coursed through her and rattled her brain enough that it took her several seconds to remember to open her notebook and try taking notes. “Try” being the key word; it took effort to focus on the teacher through the vibrations.
Soyo kept it on for five minutes before shutting it off. Anon’s body relaxed. She let out a deep breath as discretely as she could to reset her brain. Finally she could actually focus on school.
The rest of first period remained blissfully vibration-free, which she appreciated; she actually kind of liked western lit and wanted to pay attention. Even second period remained relatively free of torment, though Soyo did give her two quick bursts on medium. Neither lasted more than a second or two, but both times took incredible effort not to cry out in surprise (and a little pleasure (not that she’d ever admit it)).
Third period, though…. Things started calm—absolutely nothing for the first fifteen minutes.
Then Soyo turned it to medium and left it there. The toy assaulted Anon’s insides, unrelenting in its pleasure in the way only a machine could be. Every second turned into a fight to stay quiet and maintain her composure. Every minute made it harder and harder for her to focus on the class or taking notes. The waves of pleasure ripped through her without mercy, climbing higher and higher with each passing moment.
After ten minutes, Anon couldn’t deny it any longer: she was about to cum.
The instant that thought left her brain, it came true. An orgasm racked her body. Her stomach clenched as she bent over her desk, and her right leg bounced at a breakneck pace in a vain attempt to dissipate the pleasure without moaning in the middle of class.
And still the toy kept going. Of course it did. Soyo had no way to know Anon had just cum. But that logic did nothing to spare Anon’s frayed thoughts. The vibrations continued unabated, ravaging her oversensitive nerves for two more minutes. If it went on any longer, Anon would cum again.
It stopped.
She slumped onto her desk, gasping in breaths as discretely as she could. Thank all the gods and spirits that she sat at the back of the class.
Soyo gave her a break after that. The rest of third period passed without incident, as did the fourth. Were it not for the subtle pressure of the toy inside her (which she had mostly tuned out at this point), Anon could almost pretend it was a normal day at school. The teachers called on her and she answered, she took notes, she stole glances at her phone when she got bored… y’know, the usual stuff!
Lunch rolled around, and Anon pulled a free desk over to sit with Eri, Kanako, and Mai and have some nice girl talk. Somehow Eri always had the best gossip about—
Anon cried out as the vibrator turned on at full power. Pleasure surged through her core, hard enough to hurt. The sheer surprise of it caught her muscles unaware, and her entire left leg seized up.
“Anon-chan, are you okay?!” Kanako asked as all three of them (and everyone else still in the classroom) turned to her in shock.
Shit! Shit shit shit shit!
“Y-Yeah,” Anon forced out through gritted teeth. “I just… hit my knee pretty bad when I sat down.”
“Aw, shoot, that sucks,” Mai said. “Do you need anything?”
She took a few deep breaths and tried to unclench her jaw. After some effort, she succeeded, but all she really did was replace a clenched jaw with clenched ab muscles. The vibrator hadn’t stopped.
“No thanks, I’ll be fine.” Her voice was still strained. This wasn’t good. She needed the attention off her right now, so she turned to Eri. “A-Anyway, what were you saying about Tomoe-senpai?”
That did the trick. Focus shifted back to the gossip, and Anon would have heaved a sigh of relief had it not been for the fact that the goddamn vibrator hadn’t stopped.
For the next five minutes, Anon fought to stay present in the conversation. She laughed when she should laugh, she nodded when she should nod, she went “uh huh” when she should go “uh huh.” But the one thing she didn’t do was chime in with a witty comment when she may have otherwise done so; the vast majority of her concentration had gone towards not cumming her brains out in front of her friends.
A natural silence fell over the group as the conversation lulled. The toy hadn’t stopped. The vibrations rattled her body and frayed her nerves. If Soyo didn’t turn it off soon, this could get bad.
“Do you girls hear that weird, faint buzzing?” Mai asked.
Anon’s heart almost stopped.
Kanako and Eri both furrowed their brows and cocked their heads, trying to listen for the sound.
“Hmm… maybe?” Eri said. “I kinda thought it was just the A/C.”
“No, no, it’s a different pitch,” Kanako said. “At least if that’s the buzzing you’re talking about, Mai-chan.”
“Yeah, it’s almost like someone’s phone is going off.”
Anon shot to her feet. “Sorry, I gotta pee, I’ll be back!” Without waiting for an acknowledgment, she bolted from the classroom, her lunch all but forgotten.
True to her word, she did, indeed, rush straight to the bathroom. Every frantic step shifted the vibrator inside her, allowing it to hit newer and newer places. Her stomach hurt from how hard her muscles clenched in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. Half way there, the toy turned off, but before she could even register the sweet relief, it kicked back on, almost making her trip. This repeated for the remaining distance—on, off, on, off, on, off, on—and it was somehow worse than if it had just stayed on.
She burst into the bathroom and surveyed the scene. Thank fuck it was empty. She went into the stall furthest from the door and sat down on the toilet. The staccato bursts of vibrations continued, and each cycle brought her closer and closer to the edge. She bit her knuckle, hoping that would keep her from fucking moaning in the school bathroom.
With no way to fight against the onslaught, Anon came within a minute.
But it didn’t stop. The bursts continued, each one lighting her nerves on fire. Thirty seconds later, she came again.
The bursts stopped, but the toy stayed on.
Soyo must have gotten bored or too busy to continue playing with the remote. Without even the barest moments of reprieve that the bursts had given her, Anon thought she might die. Her knuckle hurt from how hard she bit it. She switched hands out of fear she might actually break the skin.
She came for the third time in as many minutes.
It turned off.
Anon’s whole body went slack. Her poor abs unclenched. She gasped for air. Sweat poured down her brow, and a few tears had slipped down her cheeks. Soyo had gotten way meaner since the last time they’d done this.
Once she caught her breath, she, against her better judgment, lifted her skirt to inspect the state of her underwear. It was, to put it mildly, a disaster. Why did Soyo buy her such a nice pair when she knew this would always happen? With a grimace, she used some toilet paper to clean herself up as much as possible. It obviously wouldn’t completely eliminate the mess, but it just had to help her get through the rest of the school day.
The vibrator kicked on right as she stood up. She screamed, her voice echoing across the walls of the empty bathroom. Her knees gave out, and she collapsed back onto the toilet; only a miracle kept her from falling in completely.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
She cursed Soyo with the tiny part of her brain that could still think. The blast of pleasure on her poor, defenseless nerves—still trying to recover from the previous onslaught—shot her straight to the edge of another orgasm.
The bathroom door opened.
Anon came.
Unfamiliar voices filled the bathroom, four of them, but Anon couldn’t think straight enough to actually understand the words. Her chest ached from trying to keep quiet and not give away what was happening. The toy continued its assault.
Her sixth orgasm of the day grew closer and closer and closer and—
The toy turned off.
Air burst from her lungs as all of the resistance she had been straining against disappeared. Her body went slack. She almost fell into the toilet again.
The conversation outside the stall stopped, as did Anon’s heart.
“You okay in there?”
“…Fine,” Anon croaked out.
Silence hung in the air for a grueling three seconds before the other girls started talking again. Anon tried to catch her breath as quietly as she could. After another minute or so, the girls left, leaving the bathroom blissfully empty.
Anon cleaned herself up as best she could—again—and left the stall. The first few steps were unsteady; her knees shook. Standing in front of the mirrors, she gripped a sink and took stock of her appearance. Her nose was red, and her eyes looked a little puffy, like she’d just been crying. (Maybe she had been crying at various points.) For once she was glad she didn’t wear makeup to school; it would have gotten ruined and been a pain to clean up. As it was, she grabbed a paper towel, dampened it, and patted the area around her eyes in the vain hope it would reduce the puffiness.
It only kind of worked.
God, what was she gonna tell the girls if they asked her about it?
If the second half of the day continued like this, she wasn’t sure she could survive till school let out.
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Soyo sat in class, taking notes, while a tiny smile tugged at one corner of her mouth. Vibrant afternoon sunlight streamed through the large window. Under the desk, safely hidden from view, her thumb rubbed a small piece of plastic. It was deliciously smooth save for three bumps on a little protrusion.
The controller.
She pushed on that protrusion until it slid forward and settled into place with two tactile clicks. Her smile spread to the other corner of her mouth. For three seconds, she allowed her imagination to wander away from this classroom and into a completely different one several miles away. She allowed herself to imagine the look on Anon’s face. She allowed herself to imagine a scenario where Anon was standing up to answer a question right when it happened.
Her smile grew wider, but she flipped the controller back to its off position. A part of her, deep down, fought to turn it back on and keep it on. For a moment, she almost listened, but then she shut the door on that thought and locked it tight. That was just meant to be one final tease before the end of the day. She would give Anon a break for the entirety of last period. Because she was so nice.
She slipped the controller into her skirt pocket to remove any lingering temptations.
The last class of the day passed. When the final bell rang, Soyo packed her things and tried not to look like she was rushing to leave.
One of her school “friends” walked over and asked, “Do you have something fun planned for after school, Soyo-san?”
“Ehh?” she replied, tilting her head and schooling her expression. “What makes you think so?”
“Well, you’ve just got this look, you know?” another one said, joining the first. “This sort of happy, almost excited expression.”
“I’m just… enjoying the idea of a completely free afternoon with no orchestra or band practice.”
“Oh, I totally get that!” the first one said. “I don’t know how you do it, Soyo-san. Sometimes it feels like you’re a superhero or something.”
“Ehhhhh?” Soyo said again, drawing it out longer this time. Her polite smile strained her face. “It’s nothing that special, honestly.”
She picked up her bag and made her way towards the door. Her friends followed after her, and she continued to make polite conversation with them until they reached the school gate. She stopped there and bade them farewell as they continued on. More girls leaving school streamed by her as she waited. She passed the time on her phone, keeping an eye on the time, while her free hand slipped into her pocket and thumbed the controller once more.
School had ended eleven minutes ago, and it usually took Anon twelve—
“Soyorin!”
Looking up from her phone, she found Anon bounding towards her and waving her arm above her head. To any casual observer, she was just a girl walking down the street, calling out to a friend. But Soyo knew better. Soyo knew what to look for. Anon fought to keep her smile looking natural. An odd shuffle of the hips had infiltrated her usual gait. And, most damning of all, her voice had cracked on the extended vowel when she called Soyo’s name.
Anon was barely holding it together.
Soyo returned the wave with a subdued one of her own. In her pocket, her thumb slid over the smooth plastic.
She turned it on.
Her girlfriend almost tripped over nothing as a jolt shot through her body. To her credit, though, she recovered well, but her smile became even more strained. Soyo only turned the vibrator off once Anon was within a few steps.
“Good afternoon, Anon-chan,” she said, putting on one of her “public” smiles. (The “good girl” smile, as Anon liked to call it.) “I hope you had an enjoyable day at school.”
“Ah— Ahaha, yeah, it was… it was great! Wh-What about you, Soyorin?”
“Oh, I had a delightful time. And I’ve been looking forward to this evening all day.”
“M-Me too!” Anon scratched her cheek.
“Then shall we head back to my place?”
“After you!”
They made the commute to Soyo’s apartment just as they had dozens of times before. Anon filled the silence with inane chatter as always. More than once, Soyo considered turning the vibrator back on, just to see her reaction, but part of her rather enjoyed listening to her girlfriend prattle on about nothing. Sometimes she even said something interesting.
Though, by the time they stepped into the elevator of Soyo’s building, her self-control slipped for just a moment. She pulsed the toy—on-off, quick as a flash—and reveled at the delicious way Anon whined her name.
“Soyoriiiiiiin! You’ve been so mean today! What gives?”
The elevator opened to their floor, and Soyo stepped out. Over her shoulder she said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She opened her front door, stepped inside, and stopped just beyond the entrance.
“Yes you do! You totally do! That little stunt you pulled at lunch—”
The door clicked shut behind Anon.
And the door inside Soyo’s head that she had kept carefully chained shut all day burst open.
She whipped around and pinned Anon to the door mid-sentence, grabbing her face. A squeak of surprise slipped out of Anon’s mouth, and a moan nipped at its heels as Soyo turned the toy on at max power. A faint buzz reached Soyo’s ear.
“Oh Anon-chan,” Soyo said, her voice dripping with the sweetest venom. “What you got today was only a taste of what I wanted to do to you. You should be thankful I turned the toy off at all, let alone for hours at a time.” Anon whimpered. “Oh? Did you like the thought of that? It could certainly be arranged.”
“N-No….”
“Are you sure?”
Anon tried to nod, but Soyo’s grip prevented her from moving her head. So instead, she hummed out a, “Mhm.”
“Hmm… perhaps some other time.” She let go of Anon’s face, took a step back, and turned the toy off. A sharp exhale burst from Anon’s lungs. “Now, then, the doorway really is no place for this. Come along, dear.”
She made her way towards the bedroom, and half a second later, Anon followed. Once inside, she sat on her bed, crossed her legs, and rested her chin in her hand. Waiting. Anon came to stand in front of her. She crossed one arm over her chest and grabbed the other, chewing her lip while her eyes darted around. Still Soyo waited, letting Anon squirm.
After a few more seconds, Anon pulled the tan sweater vest up over her head. Splotches of sweat stained the white shirt underneath. The tie came off next, and once she undid the knot and slid it from her neck, she held it out. Soyo took it and placed it on the nightstand for later. She also used this opportunity to remove the controller from her pocket. Anon eyed it with trepidation as Soyo idly thumbed the selector switch, but she made no move to turn it on. Yet.
Next came the shirt. Anon’s fingers shook and fumbled with the buttons. Each failed attempt chipped away at her already crumbling facade, and as her expression became more and more pathetic, the anticipation built in Soyo’s chest. After a concerted effort, the final button came undone, and the shirt slipped from her shoulders.
Anon wore a lacy pink bra that Soyo had bought for her, one half of an absurdly expensive matched set that no normal high schooler could normally afford. Arousal surged through Soyo’s body. Her girlfriend only ever wore that lingerie during these… sessions of theirs, and the sight of it brought back memories of previous times.
It had easily paid for itself tenfold. Anon was far from the most… well-endowed person in that area, but the bra accentuated what was there perfectly. Soyo stared with unabashed lust. Thoughts of what she wanted to do to Anon filled her head. Anon squirmed at the intensity of her gaze.
“And are you wearing the other half?” Soyo asked.
Anon nodded, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Matching pink panties revealed themselves, and it only took a glance to see they were a mess. Soyo smiled.
“My my, I certainly hope you didn’t ruin them,” Soyo said. “They were so expensive, you know.”
“I— I’m sorry, Soyorin,” Anon said. “I’ll be sure to wash them real good and get them nice and clean again.”
“See to it that you do.”
A carefully engineered silence filled the room. Soyo continued to play with the controller in her hand. Anon’s eyes followed every movement of her fingers. A full minute passed before Soyo jerked her thumb and pretended to turn the toy on. Anon flinched on reflex, but confusion filled her expression as the expected vibrations failed to materialize.
The instant her eyes left the controller, Soyo turned it on for real. Anon’s stomach tensed as her eyes fluttered and a moan escaped her lips.
“So? How many times?” Soyo finally asked.
“Ah— Um… I think it was five?”
“You think?” She turned up the intensity one notch.
Anon spasmed, barely keeping her feet. “S-Six?”
Soyo didn’t believe her in the slightest. “You’re getting ten before we take a break.”
“Soyori—!” Her protest morphed into a wordless cry of pleasure as Soyo set the toy to max power. This time her legs did give out, and she collapsed to her knees in a heap.
This finally drew Soyo off the bed as she crouched down next to her girlfriend. She once again grabbed Anon’s face, forcing her to make eye contact.
“Be sure to count them nice and clearly for me, dear,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “We wouldn’t want to lose count again, would we?”
“N-No,” Anon said between a gasp and a moan.
For fun, Soyo slid her hand on Anon’s face down, over the curve of her chin, to rest on her throat. She didn’t squeeze. She didn’t need to. Anon’s pulse thrummed against her thumb. It quickened its pace as her eyes fluttered. Her voice caught, turning her steady moans into a beautiful staccato rhythm. It only took five seconds before her body tensed and her moans got louder.
“O-One!” she cried out.
Soyo let go and turned the toy off. Anon slumped to the floor, gasping for air.
“Now now, we both know that doesn’t count,” Soyo said, brushing her skirt with the back of her hand. “You haven’t even gotten into bed yet.”
Anon whimpered but didn’t argue. It took her several moments regain her composure enough to stand. Once back on her feet, she swayed back and forth, her chest still heaving. Soyo stood next to the bed through it all, arms crossed. Waiting. Several seconds later, Anon took a few unsteady steps to reach the bed and laid down on it with her head at the footrest. She raised her hands above her head and looked towards Soyo.
“Good girl, getting into position without even needing to be told,” Soyo said, smiling down at her girlfriend. Anon’s eyes fluttered at the praise. Soyo took one of her pillows and slid it under Anon’s head.
With Anon in position, Soyo took the tie from the nightstand and used it to tie Anon’s wrists together above her head. Once complete, Soyo straightened up to admire her handiwork. The tiny bit of bondage was almost entirely symbolic—Anon could easily free her wrists if she so desired, but she never dared. That simple little tie signified Anon’s utter submission to whatever Soyo had in store for her.
And oh did Soyo have so much in store for her.
While Anon waited, Soyo dug around in her nightstand for all the tools she would need for the coming fun. First came a large bottle of lube, already half empty from the last time they did this. Then came a series of toys in a wide variety of shapes and sizes: a large wand vibrator, three “realistic” dildos in a range of sizes, a g-spot stimulator, and a clit vibrator. This would be a good start, and she still had more if things got too stale part way through.
With the toys in place and within easy reach, Soyo climbed onto the bed, forced Anon’s legs apart, and knelt between them. Evidence of her girlfriend’s previous orgasms stained the insides of her thighs, and the most recent one had once again sullied the lingerie.
“You have such messy orgasms, dear,” she said. “It’s a miracle no one at school noticed all of the cum between your legs.” Anon whimpered again but gave no other reply. “Why don’t we get this toy out? It has served its purpose.”
She slid the panties aside to reveal her girlfriend’s soaked core; though, most of it was obscured by the base of the toy. Grabbing it and giving it a small shake, she smiled at the yelp of surprise. Then she pulled it out in a single smooth motion, earning an even louder cry. The good little toy landed on a towel Soyo had prepared for exactly this scenario.
Now… how to start? She had so many options. Anon’s outer folds had remained relatively “safe” due to the nature of the toy, as had her clit. It would be so easy to just grab the wand and assault those areas with pleasure all at once. But that lacked a certain sense of… sophistication. No, despite the end goal being to fry Anon’s brain with more orgasms than she could handle, there was an artistry to it that Soyo prided herself in.
So she would start slow.
She grabbed the smaller two dildos from the nightstand and examined them in her hands. The smallest was even smaller than the vibrator Anon had had inside her all day, while the other was slightly longer and had much more girth. That one, then.
Putting the smallest one back, she rubbed the length of the dildo between Anon’s slick folds, coating it in her arousal. This earned a few quiet moans that would spike whenever the head brushed against her clit. After a few passes, Soyo supplemented the natural lubrication with a healthy dose from the bottle on the nightstand and positioned the toy at Anon’s entrance.
She thrust it inside all at once, all the way down to the fake balls. Anon threw her head back and cried out.
Soyo fucked her girlfriend at a steady yet forceful pace. Each thrust sent a satisfying meaty smack echoing off the walls, each one accompanied by a gorgeous yelp from Anon’s lips.
This continued for several minutes. Anon hadn’t cum yet, but Soyo hadn’t expected her to just from this; simple thrusting only went so far.
And so she brought her free hand to Anon’s clit. The instant her callused fingers connected with that sensitive nub, Anon’s back arched off the bed.
“Fuck! Finally! Thank you!” she cried out.
Soyo pulled the dildo out and slapped Anon’s core. Anon cried out again, but this one was tinged with surprise and a little pain.
“Good girls use their words when they want something,” Soyo said. Another slap. Another cry. “You can’t blame me for taking too long if you don’t tell me what you want.” A third slap. A third cry. A quiet sniffle followed this one. A few tears welled up in the corner of Anon’s eye.
“I’m sorry,” Anon said, sniffling again. “Please touch my clit, Soyorin, please.”
“No.”
“Weeeeehhhh?!”
Soyo slammed the dildo back inside, shaking the bed beneath them and knocking the air from Anon’s lungs.
Several more minutes passed as Soyo continued to pound her girlfriend while completely ignoring her clit. Through it all, Anon kept up a steady stream of whining and begging: “Please, Soyorin, please, I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry, Soyorin, please, I’ll be a good girl.” “I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just please touch my clit.” “Please touch my clit, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, please!”
After the fiftieth “please” (Soyo counted), she grabbed the clit vibrator from the nightstand with her free hand while continuing to thrust with the other. If Anon wanted her clit touched so bad, Soyo would give it to her.
She pulled the dildo out and applied the suction head of the vibrator directly to Anon’s clit.
A scream filled the room.
Anon’s whole torso lifted off the bed as he back arched, and her right leg spasmed out of control. Her eyes widened enough to worry about them popping out. Soyo had to force her back down to the mattress and then kept a steady pressure on Anon’s lower stomach.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck, yes yes yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyesyeysyes!” She continued to thrash around as much as she could while her vocalizations of pleasure bounced around from wordless screams to mindless babble and back, culminating in a singular cry of, “ONE!”
Soyo didn’t move a muscle. The vibrator stayed locked onto Anon’s clit, assaulting it from all sides. It took several moments for Anon to come down from her high to notice. Once she did, though, mild panic took over her expression.
“S-Soyorin! I—ah!—I said one!”
“I heard you, dear,” Soyo said.
“Th-Then why haven’t y— Fuuuuuuuuck!” Her stomach clenched underneath Soyo’s fingers, and her eyes screwed shut. “Soyorin, if you don’t—hng—if you don’t stop, I’m gonna—” A long moan ripped itself out of her throat. Her head rolled back. She croaked out a quiet, “Two.”
And still Soyo maintained that steady pressure.
Anon forced her head back up. Several tears slid down her cheeks. She looked so pathetic and gorgeous after only two orgasms. How much more beautiful would she get by the time they reached ten?
“Please stop, Soyorin, pleeeeaaaase, at least give me a break while I’m cumming.” She hadn’t said the safe word yet, so this protest fell on deaf ears.
“Now why on earth would I do that?” Soyo removed her hand from Anon’s stomach and reached out to wipe away one of the tears with her thumb. On impulse, she brought the thumb to her mouth and licked it. The slight saltiness tickled her tongue. Her eyes fluttered. She smiled.
The vibrator hadn’t moved an inch.
“You’re being so mean to me, Soyorin!” Anon cried. “Please stop! I need a break!”
“I told you you’d get a break after ten. And how many are we at now?” She put her hand back on Anon’s lower abdomen and pushed. Anon cried out, and her eyes almost rolled back into her head.
“Th-Three!” she gasped.
“Which means we have how many left?” Soyo asked.
“S-Seven.”
“Good girl,” Soyo purred. “Though if you’re still able to do math, then you can handle more stimulation.”
More panic filled Anon’s eyes as Soyo released her stomach and grabbed the wand vibrator from the nightstand.
“S-Soyorin, what are you—” A scream overwrote anything else she planned to say as Soyo turned the toy on and pressed it to her outer folds. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck! Soyorin stop! Please! It’s too much!” She writhed around, desperately trying to escape the mechanical onslaught of two vibrators latched onto her most sensitive areas. But no matter how hard she tried, Soyo kept both toys firmly pressed against her.
“It clearly isn’t if you’re still able to protest so much.” She increased the intensity of the wand.
Anon’s writhing stopped as her entire body stiffened. Even her cries cut off, leaving her mouth open in a wordless scream. A trail of saliva slid down her chin, joining a streak of tears. The couple froze into a tableau of pleasure, pain, and sadistic satisfaction.
Only for a strangled cry of “FOUR!” to break it.
Soyo turned off both toys and set them on the nightstand. For the first time since they’d begun, silence fell over the room save for Anon’s desperate gasps for air. Her body had gone completely limp. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling—or rather some imaginary point far off in the distance. It was a gorgeous sight.
Several hiccups interrupted her breathing, then a few sniffles. And then before Soyo’s eyes, Anon cried. Tears streamed down her face. Snot escaped her nose. Any facade of confidence or bravery crumbled to dust, leaving behind a beautifully pathetic creature that stirred the most primal parts of Soyo’s brain.
“Soyorin,” she sobbed. “Soyorin why are being so—hic!—mean to me? I kept telling you to stop, but you didn’t stop, and—hic!—I was cumming so much, and it hurt, and I thought I was—hic!—gonna lose my mind.”
“Do you really want to know why, Anon-chan?” Soyo asked. Her girlfriend nodded. Soyo smiled at her and brushed an errant lock of hair out of her face. Her skin was so soft, so hot it threatened to burn Soyo up. “It’s because you’re just so gorgeous when you cry like this.”
The words sank in. Anon cried harder.
Soyo grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the snot from her girlfriend’s face. The tears stayed, though. The tears were important. But Soyo could at least give her back a tiny shred of dignity.
The impromptu reprieve had to end, though. Soyo must be going soft, giving Anon a break like this after only four orgasms. Time to correct that. While Anon continued to quietly weep—each sniffle, each hiccup, each choked sob was music to Soyo’s ears—Soyo grabbed the g-spot stimulator and coated it with a healthy dose of lube.
Anon’s sobs broke into a scream of pain and pleasure as Soyo once more violated her insides.
Things started easy; Soyo kept the vibration off and merely gyrated the curved head against Anon’s inner walls. She had long since memorized all of her girlfriend’s most sensitive areas, and after four (five) rapid orgasms, even the barest of touches shot jolts of pleasure through her body.
Another scream followed when Soyo turned the vibrator onto low. She once again had to hold her girlfriend down to keep her from throwing herself off the bed.
“Fuck! Soyorin that—hic!—wasn’t enough time! It hurts! It hurts! Please stop, I need a break or else I’m gonna—” Her stomach tensed under Soyo’s fingers. Her right leg spasmed so hard it kicked Soyo in the back. “Five!” Anon screamed right as a gush of fluids squirted from her core. It soaked Soyo’s hand and stained the sheets beneath them.
“Half way there, dear,” Soyo said, unperturbed. She continued to explore Anon’s inner walls with the toy.
“I’m not gonna make it,” Anon said between sobs. “I’m gonna die before we reach ten; I’m gonna break! You’re—hic!—breaking me, Soyorin!”
Soyo pressed down onto Anon’s stomach, feeling the vibrator through her girlfriend’s abs. Anon’s breath caught.
“You know that only makes me want to break you more, right? To turn your stupid little brain into mush until all you can think about is cumming?”
“Why are you being so mean to me?!”
“Because you love it.” Soyo set the toy to medium.
“No! No! No! Stop! No! I don’t love it! I hate it! I hate it! It hurts!” Times like this, Soyo wished her girlfriend wore mascara or eye shadow; the way it would streak from all the tears would look divine. Maybe next time….
“Even when I touch this spot?” Soyo asked, angling the toy just right so that its tip pressed against Anon’s g-spot.
Another gush of fluids accompanied a strangled gasp. Soyo counted down from ten in her head. At five, Anon croaked out, “Six.”
Soyo set the toy to high power and kept it firmly in the same spot.
“FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfu kfuckufkcukfukck, Soyuorin, stop, I’m gonnan break I cnan’t take it, please, oi’m shorry, I’m soroy, please please please it hurts, I don’t waana cum anyhmroe, please Soyroim.”
No matter how much she wriggled and writhed, she couldn’t escape Soyo’s iron grip. The toy stayed locked onto her g-spot, assaulting it without mercy. Her eyes unfocused. The clarity of her words slipped away, degrading into near-mindless babble. Soyo genuinely wondered if she would be able to make it to ten, and she so desperately wanted to find out.
Anon’s whole body spasmed again, and Soyo started another internal timer. This time it took until three for a strangled, “Seven,” to escape her lips.
The fight left Anon all at once. She slumped back onto the bed, barely reacting to the fact that Soyo still hadn’t moved the toy. Her eyes glazed over, and only a few whimpers and whines fought to be heard over the steady hum of the vibrator. Tears still flowed freely from her eyes.
A brief flash of concern shot through Soyo’s mind, and in a moment of weakness, she withdrew the toy and clicked it off. Another silence filled the room, broken only by Anon’s quiet sobs and gasps for breath. Soyo watched the life slowly return to her eyes, and after a flurry of blinks, Anon seemed to return from wherever her mind had escaped to. Their eyes met. Pure relief and gratitude filled Anon’s expression.
“Thank you, Soyorin,” she said, her voice hoarse.
Soyo’s eye twitched as her momentary lapse in sense disappeared. “Don’t thank me yet. You still have three more before we’re done.”
Some of the panic returned to Anon’s eyes. “W-Wait, really? We’re still going?”
“Of course,” Soyo said. “I simply wanted to coax the last three out of you in a different way.”
She slid her hand between Anon’s folds, coating her middle and ring fingers in her girlfriend’s arousal. Anon’s breath caught, and her eyes fluttered.
Soyo’s fingers slipped inside with little resistance. Anon’s head rolled back, and she let out a long, low moan as Soyo curled her fingers.
“Fuuuuuuck, it hurts so good, Soyorin, please don’t stop. Please make it hurt more. Your fingers are so hot inside me.”
Oh great, she could think enough to try using her ridiculous dirty talk. That was a side benefit of the mechanical brand of orgasm torture; it fried her brain enough that all she could do was cry, protest, beg, and apologize. But Soyo took it as a challenge to see if she could get Anon back to that state using just her fingers.
Her free hand brushed against Anon’s swollen clit. Anon’s hips bucked.
“Fuck! Wait! My clit’s still too sensitive!” Anon protested.
“And why would I care about that?” Soyo replied. To emphasize her point, she rolled it between two callused fingers.
“Wait! Hold on, stop! Stop!! Soyorin, seriously, I’m gonna—hng!”
Her inner walls clamped around Soyo’s fingers, and yet another gush of cum squirted out. This time, some even reached Soyo’s face. She licked her lips. Her girlfriend’s taste flooded her tongue, and the need for more of it overrode any consideration of maintaining a scene.
Soyo got onto her stomach—face between her girlfriend’s legs—damn near ripped those obscenely expensive panties off her, and let her self-control evaporate.
She lapped at her girlfriend’s folds like a woman who hadn’t eaten in days. The delicious taste of Anon fucking Chihaya filled her senses and diffused into the core of her being. Her tongue explored everywhere it could possibly reach, inside and out.
“Ah—! S-Soyorin, wait, hold on, that’s—ngh!”
For the first time all evening, Anon lowered her arms, hands still bound by her tie, and threaded her fingers through Soyo’s hair. She pulled Soyo closer, forcing her further against her core, begging for more. Her whines and moans had lost that incredibly panicked edge, but they had gained a sweetness that spurred Soyo on.
After several minutes enjoying the appetizer, Soyo prepared for the main course. She grabbed Anon’s hips and squeezed (earning an adorably submissive whimper), preparing for the writhing about to commence.
She sealed her lips around Anon’s clit.
Soyo held firm against the attempted bucking, keeping Anon in place while she attacked her swollen, sensitive nub. A fresh scream burst from Anon’s throat, raw and ragged. Her grip in Soyo’s hair tightened. Soyo hissed at the sharp stab along her scalp, but that only made her want to return the favor.
Giving into the urge, she removed her mouth from Anon’s clit to bite the inside of her thigh.
“OW! Soyorin! You bit me!”
She bit the opposite side. This time a healthy dose of pleasure diffused into the yelp of pain and surprise. Before Anon could even think to complain again, Soyo returned to her clit.
“Fuck, just like that, Soyorin, just like that, please, please, it hurts, but keep going, it feels so good, please Soyorin, I wanna cum again, please make me cum again, I—ah! I love you!”
She squirted all over Soyo’s chin, but Soyo barely noticed. All of the pent-up lust and desire that had been building since she first turned that remote vibrator on before school exploded inside her chest. Faster than she could even think, she stripped off her skirt and underwear. With the relevant clothes out of the way, she lifted Anon’s leg and touched their cores together.
Fire erupted across her body. Like an animal in heat, she scissored her girlfriend with a raw frenzy.
Damn this girl, this stupid pink creature, who had stared in the face of every single monstrous side Soyo had shown her and loved them all.
“I might… hurt you….”
“I mean, at least if we do it this way, it’ll feel good at the same time, right?”
“You really don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Maybe not, but I trust you. And I love you. Even the parts you think are ugly.”
Every passing second made Soyo’s motions more and more erratic. The coil inside her, already wound well past its breaking point, tightened and tightened.
Until it snapped.
Her orgasm shook her whole body. She toppled to the bed, barely avoiding falling directly on top of her girlfriend, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Time ceased to matter; it could have lasted for a second or an hour.
But finally it subsided.
Soyo caught her breath.
A light snore came from the space next to her.
Opening eyes that she didn’t remember closing, she stared straight into the sleeping face of her girlfriend. Dried tears, drool, and snot had rendered her face an absolute mess. Her soft, pretty hair was disheveled, splayed out on the bed behind her, getting in her face, matted to her head from all the sweat. The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Anon hadn’t reacted at all when Soyo stripped and started scissoring her. She hadn’t moaned or screamed or whimpered or yelped from the continued stimulation after her ninth (tenth) orgasm of the evening. In all likelihood, she had passed out after squirting that final time.
Despite her best attempt to keep it in, Soyo laughed. She laughed until her stomach hurt. An errant tear slipped from her eye, which she wiped away. Once it subsided, she began the arduous task of cleaning up, both the room and her girlfriend. A warm damp towel cleaned the mess from her face and the dried cum between her legs. Anything further would require a bath later.
She returned to the bed, pulled Anon’s head onto her lap, and ordered delivery.
Maybe the smell of food would wake her stupid pink thing up.