Handcuffs, a gag and blindfold, a vibrator. The tsundere submissively fell to her knees and put her hands behind her back, the cold feeling of metal soon rubbing against her wrists.

"Info-chan is paying me a nice sum of money so she can sell these pics to some perverted boys." Ayano tucked a strand of loose hair behind the flustered girl's ear. "Imagine all the toys I could buy you with the money you'll earn me." A helpless whimper of lust and fear escaped her lips.

Osana couldn't see Ayano now that she had a blindfold on. It made her a little nervous and jumpy, though she knew the girl was staring at her.

She gasped as the vibrator was turned on followed by low moans. Saliva soaked through the cloth of her gag. "No cumming yet! I'm gonna fuck you inside out once we're done."

It felt like hours of muffled screams and agonizing pleasure until there was a click of a button it was over. Ayano untied the blindfold but not the gag as she took the camera off it's stand. Tears had stained the fabric.

"Now sweetie let me send these pictures to Info-chan and I'll get you off a bit more when I'm done." A whimper from her beloved pained Ayano as she walked upstairs, but she knew Osana's need would be satisfied quickly. She was only sending someone porn, not that time consuming.

Info-chan was snickering on the other end of the line. Something about how ironic it was that the times have changed, but she was grateful. Sure Osana was alive, but in the red head's opinion it was a fate worse than death.

Ayano didn't understand what she meant, but as long as she only criticized her love life and didn't actually interfere, Ayano didn't care.

When she arrived back downstairs, Osana was still struggling against the restraints.

The yandere ripped off the gag with a hungry grin. "Beg."

"P-p-please-" "Please what?" Osana choked on her words, her pride holding her back a bit. "P-please," Tears welled in her eyes. "If you don't answer soon, I'll leave." Strangled sobs were the response.

Ayano sighed, turning her back. "Bye Osana, see you tomorrow I guess." The tsundere panted desperately. Her thighs was soaked and she was so turned on.

"F-f-fuck me!" She shrieked, eyes clenched shut and cheeks red with embarrassment. The hungry grin flashed back on Ayano's face.

"Hmmm. What did you say?" Osana's face heated up even more. Orange hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as she looked up to her kohai with desperation. "P-please f-fuck me,"

In seconds her back was pressed against the cold floor of the basement, her thighs being spread apart.