Mahiru tried hard to fight back against the restraints holding her to the chair. The rope wrapped painfully around and between her bare breasts, snaking down her body and even going tightly between her legs, pressing up against skin it shouldn't be. The metal chair was cold under her ass, though her body heat was starting to warm it, especially as she moved her butt around trying to escape. Her ankles were strapped to the legs of the chair, and her wrists to its arms. Her eyelids were being held open with metal prongs that forced her to watch the screen before her.
Across the pale light of the screen flashed images of death, of bodies split open, ripped apart, dissected, blood pooling around every corpse. And to make it even worse, it wasn't only the dead bodies of adults; there were children as well. The mangled dead bodies of children in piles, some appearing burnt to a crisp, barely able to be identified as human anymore.
Intermixed with the scenes of death were scenes of sex. Some scenes were simple, a man and a woman in passionate love. Others seemed to be scenes of rape, both with a single person and an entire group on one woman. Some scenes even mixed the two, showing a naked woman covered in cum, but split in half, right down her torso. Another showed a naked man with his dick ripped off and shoved into his mouth, the blood dripping down his face. It was truly a horrific sight, one that Mahiru was forced to stare at.
"Ahhhh…so beautiful~" Junko said as she playfully flicked one of Mahiru's nipples, making the poor girl shiver. "Scenes of such despair…doesn't it just make you feel so…tingly~?" Beside her, Mukuro was looking between Mahiru, Junko, and the screen. Her expression was just as neutral as ever.
"Wh-why…why are you doing this to me…?" Mahiru asked in a whimper. She had already screamed until her lungs had nearly given out, and had nearly resigned to her fate. The only resistance she was showing by this point was fighting against the bonds holding her to the chair.
"Because~" Junko said in a sing-song voice, "I want you to experience the same despair that they felt…and help me spread that despair far and wide across this school." Mahiru's eyes watered as she was unable to blink, and tears streamed down her cheek. She cringed when Junko suddenly placed her hand over Mahiru's breast, and gave it a hard squeeze. "Damn, you've gotta some firm ones here, even if they are a bit small~"
"Junko?" Mukuro suddenly asked, and Junko whipped around to face her.
"What, are you jealous because nobody ever wants to grope your flat, ugly chest?" Junko said harshly as she jabbed her finger into Mukuro's chest, almost hitting her nipple exactly. Mukuro felt a blush overcome her face as just how close her sister had gotten.
"N-no…I'm just wondering…how long is this gonna take?" She asked, gesturing to the video.
"Dunno." Junko answered. "But it doesn't matter. I can wait as long as I need." She said with a wide smile. Mahiru's struggling started to weaken as she fell deeper and deeper into her own personal despair, watching as more nude dead bodies flashed before her eyes. "Speaking of, I'm gonna leave her to you."
"What?" Mukuro asked as Junko started walking towards the door. "Where are you-"
"I've been doing some scouting, and I noticed this cute boy who has that weird thing on his head that Makoto has, the thing where it sticks out? I was thinking of paying him a visit~" Junko said.
"NO!"
Junko froze as Mahiru suddenly spoke up, then immediately regretted it. Junko walked back over to Mahiru, and kneeled down, moving closer until her face was inches from Mahiru's.
"What did you say~?" Junko asked, and Mahiru tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "Is he someone…important to you~?" Mahiru could practically hear the malice dripping from Junko's voice. "Well, I guess I can tell him you said hi~"
"Please…don't hurt him…" Mahiru asked. Junko put her head in her hand, thinking it over mockingly, before she eventually nodded.
"Fine, I won't." Mahiru was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then Junko continued. "But I can't make any promises regarding what you will do~?"
"Wh-what?!" Mahiru asked, but Junko didn't answer as she stood up and walked out the door without another word. Mukuro watched her leave before she turned back to Mahiru and the screen. Mahiru quietly sobbed as she could do nothing but watch as those disgusting images continued to go by on the screen.
She'd just wanted to take a good picture…
"I'm baaaaack!" Junko said as she eventually returned to the small room where Mahiru and Mukuro waited. Mukuro in that time had taken a seat as she watched Mahiru. "How is she?" She asked.
"She stopped resisting a while ago." Mukuro said, and Junko could see that her sister was actually right for once in her life; Mahiru was perfectly still. If her chest wasn't rising and falling with her breathing, you'd think she was dead. A small pool of liquid was gathered around her on the floor.
"Ewwww, did she piss herself?!" Junko asked with a look of disgust.
"Well, yes. She's been tied up in one spot for almost an entire day." Mukuro said.
"Well then clean it up, dumbass!" Junko said as she smacked the back of Mukuro's head.
"Ah! R-right! Sorry, Junko…" Mukuro said as she quickly left the room to fetch cleaning supplies. Junko sighed and shook her head as she made her way over to Mahiru, making sure not to step in the urine, and also trying to ignore the smell. Junko looked up at the screen. More disgusting things had been adding, like children getting raped and tortured, animals being used as sex toys, and lot more blood.
"You better appreciate the amount of time it took to get these pictures." Junko said as she leaned against the back of the chair, putting her chin on Mahiru's head. "It's annoying how hard the world tries to hide this stuff." Mahiru didn't respond. Junko couldn't help but sniff the air, and cringe. "Ugh, you almost smell as bad as Mukuro." Mahiru still didn't respond, and Junko sighed. This was boring.
Then Junko looked down at Mahiru's body again. She wasn't the most attractive person, and definitely not as busty as she was, but Junko had to admit her breasts looked pretty damn nice for their size. In fact…
"Well, if you're not gonna do anything, then…" Junko said as she moved over in front of Mahiru, but made sure not to block her view of the screen. She reached out and firmly grasped Mahiru's breast. The contact finally seemed to snap Mahiru out of it, and she jumped in surprise. She once again started to pull at the bonds at her wrists, and Junko slapped her other breast so hard that Mahiru winced.
"Why do you keep trying when you know you aren't gonna be able to get out?" Junko asked. Mahiru didn't respond, and simply began to whimper. Junko looked down at her breast again, and squeezed it. It was nice and firm, solid. She flicked her nipple a bit, watching as it started to harden. Junko licked her lips and leaned forward. Once she was close enough, she placed her mouth over Mahiru's nipple, and sucked at it. Mahiru lurched, and cried out. Junko brought her hand gently down over Mahiru's stomach, taking a moment to poke her belly button before continuing down to her crotch. She grabbed the rope that rested between her legs, and started to move it slightly, just enough to make it rub against Mahiru's lower lips. Junko took joy in feeling Mahiru's body tremble underneath her.
Then, Mahiru began to sob.
It was a quiet sob, but one that in the dark, quiet room, Junko could hear easily. And it only took a few seconds to start annoying her.
"Enough of that." Junko said as she sat up and embraced the girl in a kiss, making her finally go silent in surprise. Junko's lips were soft and warm, but tears continued to flow down Mahiru's cheeks as somewhere deep in her mind, she felt despair at having her first kiss stolen from her.
Suddenly, there was a gasp and the sound of a plastic bottle being dropped onto the floor. Junko broke the brief kiss to find Mukuro staring in awe at Junko and Mahiru.
"Took you long enough, get over here and start cleaning!" Junko said. Mukuro nodded and, her cheeks red, she picked up the bottle and walked over. She started to wipe up the urine with some rags she'd brought, and Junko brought her attention back to Mahiru. She grabbed at her breast again with one hand while her other kept forcing the rope to rub against her pussy. Juices dribbled down the chair, mixing with the urine as Mahiru couldn't help but get aroused by the stimulation. Junko did her best to move the rope as fast and as hard as she could, and Mahiru moaned.
Meanwhile, Mukuro, while she was cleaning, looked up and watched as Junko molested Mahiru, and she felt a heat spread through her lower regions. Junko noticed that she was staring, and made a sour face.
"Are you enjoying this, you creep?" Junko asked.
"N-no, I-" Mukuro started, but Junko cut her off.
"Maybe I should tie you up naked in public and see how long it takes before you cum yourself, you gross girl." Junko said. For some reason, the idea of Junko doing such a thing and doing her best to grope and tease her naked body didn't do anything except turn Mukuro on more, but she tried to keep that to herself as she continued scrubbing. Junko continued groping Mahiru, who was slowly inching closer and closer to a climax as Junko pushed her further and further. The more Junko pushed her, the harder it became to resist, and the more she wanted to stare at the scenes of despair flashing across her vision.
"Come onnnn~" Junko cooed as she pinched Mahiru's nipple and pulled at it, making Mahiru groan in pain and joy. Her body was shuddering as pressure built up inside her, and she cried out as she finally came, her cum spraying out against Junko's hand and the floor, leaving even more of a mess for Mukuro to clean up. Junko smiled as Mahiru let out everything she had, until she finally collapsed back against the chair, and her eyes seemed to glaze over. "There we go~" Junko said as Mahiru finally fully gave in to the despair she was trapped in. Junko moved away and stuck her fingers in her mouth, licking up Mahiru's juices with glee. Mukuro's face burned as she tried not to stare.
"Jeez, how long does it take to clean up some piss?" Junko said as she rolled her eyes. "Maybe I should tie you up naked." She said, and without another word, Junko left, leaving behind an embarrassed Mukuro and a broken Mahiru, who sat silently watching the screen once more.
A while later, Junko returned again, and was happy to see the floor was finally clean, and Mukuro was sitting watching Mahiru once more. Her expression was back to its neutral state, and she looked away from Junko as she entered. Mukuro was surprised when Junko didn't say anything and simply walked over to Mahiru and studied her.
"Hmmmm…" Junko said as she tilted her head. "Do you think she's good?" She asked aloud.
"It has been a day and a half…" Mukuro said. "Even if it isn't, I'm sure some people are gonna start wondering where she went."
"Well, duh, but we can't have her blabbing about us, moron." Junko said. She looked deep into Mahiru's eyes, which no longer seemed to be dead, but rather hyper focused on the screen and the images it displayed. Junko smiled to herself and silently undid the metal prongs that held mahiru's eyes open. Mahiru's eyes reflexively closed, but then she opened them again immediately after. Junko held her hand out towards Mukuro. Mukuro reached into her pocket and retrieved a knife, which she handed to Junko. Junko quickly cut the bonds holding Mahiru in place, and what happened next surprised Mukuro and made Junko smile wide.
As soon as she was freed, Mahiru's hand shot to her pussy and she began to finger herself, never breaking her gaze away from the screen. Junko couldn't help but laugh with joy as she watched Mahiru frantically thrust her finger in and out of her pussy.
"I think it worked~" Junko said, and Mukuro simply stayed silent as the two of them watched Mahiru quickly reach another climax, breathing heavily and smiling at the beautiful images of despair before her. Junko laughed once more.
This was going to be fun~
The next day, the courtyard was filled with students leaving the school to head to their dorms, finished with the day's schooling. The courtyard was visible from the kitchen, where a student stayed behind to help prepare the next day's meals.
That student was Teruteru, who was happily putting in spices into the pot he had on the stove, making sure to add just the right amount before stirring into the blend. He was so into what he was doing that he actually didn't notice when the door to the kitchen opened, and then closed as someone entered.
Teruteru took a clean spoon and dipped it into the pot, and brought the soup up to his lips. He blew on it to cool it off a bit before sticking it in his mouth to give it a taste test. Of course, it was perfect, and Teruteru grinned as he congratulated himself on his own food. He turned off the stove, grabbed both sides of the pot, and brought it over to where he had a towel laying spread open, and set it on it. Finally, he turned around to check on his salad again, and he jumped as he saw someone standing by the door.
"My god, you scared the crap out of me, Mahiru!" He said.
"My apologies." She said, strangely cordial, before she simply gave him a smile that made his heart race. He didn't know why he had a particular fondness for her, perhaps it was her attitude, the way she wasn't afraid to snap at people was something he admired quite a lot. Plus she had quite a nice, slender body, and while her chest wasn't big, that didn't really matter much to someone like him. They looked very firm all the same~
"What are you doing here?" He asked, not that he was complaining.
"I wanted to come see you." She said, and while Teruteru felt a strange feeling of dread run down his spine, his own ego was too strong to allow him to ponder on it.
"What for?" He asked, giving her a sly smile.
"Just to see you~" she said. Teruteru was hoping it wasn't just him getting his hopes up, but she almost seemed to have a sort of…seductiveness behind her gaze that suggested it was more than that. Either way, she approached, walking over next to Teruteru, looking down at the salad. "What are you doing?"
"I'm preparing meals for tomorrow." He said. "First off is some nice, beautifully perfect salad for those who aren't as much of a fan of meat…" Teruteru made sure to wink at her when he said that, making Mahiru giggle, "…as well as some delicious soup. I'm also planning on making some delicious steak for people like Akane, those who simply devour meat like it was nothing."
"I see…" Mahiru knelt down to examine the salad, and Teruteru was able to get a whiff of perfume. He was surprised-Mahiru didn't seem like the type to wear perfume, but it definitely smelled good, so he wasn't complaining. "Hey, Teruteru?"
"Yes~?" He said, and Mahiru stood up, looking at him with a shy expression that made him feel tingly.
"I…was looking at that picture you sent me the other day…" she said, and Teruteru tensed up at first, but relaxed when she continued to smile, "…and the more I looked at it, the more I felt…something…" she said, and her hands drifted down towards her skirt. Teruteru felt like he needed to pinch himself. Was this really happening? "And…I wanted to know if you wanted to…you know?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't know, mind explaining it to me~?" Teruteru teased. He wanted to hear her say it. She giggled, and reached under her skirt. Teruteru had to hold in a gasp as she pulled down her panties from underneath her skirt. He stared at the sexy black and white design they had, almost appearing like the bottoms of a string bikini.
Once they were completely off, she dropped them on the floor, and Teruteru felt something grow inside his pants. He so desperately wanted to flip that skirt up now, but he knew he had to be patient.
"I want you…to masturbate for me~" she said, and he grinned. That was definitely something he was good at.
"I can do that…" he said, "as long as you're willing to show me some stuff~" He winked, and Mahiru giggled, and nodded.
"Show me yours first~" she said. Teruteru nodded back and he reached down and quickly undid his pants, unzipped them, and brought both them and his boxers down in one swift motion. His dick bounced out, now free from their confines, and at full mast. Teruteru was a bit smaller than what could be considered average, but even so, he knew how to use what he was given. With a smug smile, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and started to stroke it. Mahiru stared intently as she grabbed onto her skirt. Teruteru watched with anticipation as she slowly started to raise it up. The further up it went, the more he started to accelerate his stroking.
Eventually, Mahiru smiled and thrusted up her skirt, finally revealing her pussy to him. He gasped as he laid eyes on her bare lips, perfectly smooth and even a little bit wet. She was turned on~
He couldn't help but giggle, and his joy only grew as she raised up a hand to her chest, and placed it upon one of her clothed breasts. She pressed down, unable to really wrap a hand around any super obvious mound through the fabric, but still able to somewhat grasp at one.
"My, am I dreaming?" Teruteru asked, wanting to pinch himself. But even if he was dreaming, he didn't want to stop.
"This is very real~" Mahiru said as she stuck her hips out, bringing her crotch even closer as she grasped tightly at her chest. Teruteru smiled and continued jerking off, moving even faster as he felt his dick throb underneath his hand. "You know what would be super hot?" Mahiru said, and Teruteru raised an eyebrow. "If you came into that salad there~" Teruteru looked over at the salad he had prepared, and for the first time, he felt uncertain.
"I'm not so sure about that, maybe we can-" Teruteru started, but he cut himself off when he saw Mahiru's disappointed face. She was slowly starting to lower her skirt, and Teruteru entered panic mode. He couldn't let this opportunity slip by! Who knows what else they could end up doing in the future if he showed her a good time now! "Alright, fine, that's what you want." He was happy to see the smile return to her face.
Teruteru stepped out of his pants and boxers, feeling his dick bounce around as he walked over and grabbed the salad bowl off the table and gently set it onto the floor. He then positioned himself above the bowl and resumed masturbating. He'd done it so much he'd gotten to the point where he was sort of able to control how long he lasted.
"Can I…touch something~?" He asked, but felt disappointment when she shook her head.
"Maybe next time." She said, and that lifted Teruteru's spirits—so there was gonna be a next time! That was all he needed; he watched as Mahiru lifted her skirt back up and continued to grope herself, but what finally set him over the edge was when she moaned. It was a soft, aeeet, gentle moan, but one that set his heart ablaze, and with a groan, he came, adding his own white sauce to the salad. A lot came out of him for such a small body, and soon the salad was drenched in his cum. When he was finally done, he was left panting, this having been one of the strongest climaxes he'd ever felt. Mahiru grinned as she lowered her skirt back down.
"Thank you, that was very, very hot~" she said, and he gave her a sly grin.
"Anything for you, my sweet Mahiru~" he said, his voice annoyingly suave.
"May I take some of this back to my form, for…later use~?" She asked, and Teruteru almost felt his erection return right then and there. He quickly rushed to grab a container and tongs, and transferred some of the cum-stained salad into the container.
"It's too bad I'll have to scrap this and make some more, but for you, it's worth it~" Teruteru said as he handed the container to Mahiru, who was holding her panties in her hands.
"Here, in exchange you can have these~" Mahiru said as she handed him her wet panties. Teruteru felt like he could melt from being given such a splendid gift. "Next time, we should do a little bit…more~" she said, and winked. Teruteru shivered, and quickly shoved the panties in his pocket.
"Thank you very much! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make some more salad." Teruteru said as he turned around to start preparing the ingredients. Mahiru slowly and silently approached the doorway, taking a moment to grab a hidden camera she'd placed on the shelf before she walked out of the room.
As she walked the hallways, she examined the footage on the camera, and smiled to herself.
Perfect~
The next day, the school was in an uproar as footage of Teruteru jacking off into some prepared salad spread around like a wildfire. The day was one full of anger, terror, and vomit.
When he was confronted, Teruteru pleaded that Mahiru had been there (even though the footage only seemed to show him by himself), and had requested the whole thing, and that he'd thrown it away afterward. But after Mahiru showed everyone what kind of texts she'd gotten from Teruteru, and after they'd even found a pair of apparently stolen panties in his pocket, and considering his infamy for being the resident pervert, the school was quick to take Mahiru's side, and Teruteru was quickly expelled from the school. Even his family couldn't bring themselves to believe him. The look on his mother's face as he returned home would forever haunt the young chef.
Getting expelled from Hope's Peak was a rare thing indeed, and therefore gossip continued to spread for days even after the school's most infamous pervert was gone.
But all the while, when she was by herself, Mahiru couldn't help but smile and laugh as she watched the video over and over and over again, as well as giggle as she remembered Teruteru's face as he was forcibly removed from the school.
It was a good day~