Still in her stiffness, Hana hung on the chains. She saw the moon, bright under the skyline. Hot, like a full bowl of rice, it rubbed out with its steaming the bordering stars in her upside-down reality. Her lungs relaxed.

Ekaterina's face lit up with blissfulness when Hana let out a throaty cry, her arms tensed in their pulling, in that futile attempt to escape her. She envisioned her contorted expression, her lips wheezing 'oh God, oh God', her hair waving where her head had snapped back. The moonlight radiated Hana's projecting chest, enlightening a starry way on her beaded torso as it shined downward from the weeping valley between her breasts. Ekaterina followed it toward their joined pubes, where the dildo had already receded from her slippery folds. Slowly, she rose on her tiptoes.

Hana's hips startled as the cock locked itself in her nest but she sensed no further movements from the girl below, and her grip on the restraints relented. In its shuddering, her body lowered and her head straightened up. Her raddled eyes came upon her tormentress. No trace of remorse was on Ekaterina's rapturous smile.

Hana cast down her head. Ekaterina's hips worked leisurely, her taught belly bulged and sagged with every push. She felt the dildo ill moving inside her, but numbness still gnawed at her womb. Her eyes swept upward where long golden tresses lapped her Mistress' breasts, veiling their pertness. She watched Ekaterina's face and her narrow eyes examining her.

There was commotion, shadows, on the younger girl's back. A pair of hands materialized and came forward, reaching for her swinging locks. Anastasia brushed them aside over her rawboned shoulders, exposing Ekaterina's chest. Her lips tilted up challengingly and Hana knew the Qwaser must have read her desire before she even addressed its existence. Her gaze did not flinch as she watched that soft, young face capable of corruptive voluptuousness. Ekaterina's thick long lashes fluttered, invited, and she shivered in response. The dildo throbbed where her walls clamped. Her eyes began to prowl.

Ekaterina's scornful laughter invested her in all its boldness.

"Oh, Hana. And you were just about to taste it."

The sweetest candies were impressed on the inside of her eyelids when Hana closed them.

"Too bad you won't have another occasion," the Qwaser tutted.

Her eyes opened abruptly, brimming with questions.

"You heard me, Hana."

Hana's face sulked, her forehead crinkled. There were no crinkles on the circles of Ekaterina's breasts. The silken skin only darkened its color in the proximity of the tiny tips pointing out. She wondered if they stung like hers. The little swelling of her chest was only evident when she stood. In the half-light, shadows enhanced the daintiness of her juvenile traits. She looked into Ekaterina's solemn eyes. They sparkled, they reflected her thoughts. She wondered why her tongue knew the shape of her nipples when her eyes had done the licking. Her lips quivered. Between her legs, her sex cried for release. Tendons strained in her neck as she leaned forward.

"You have the most luminous mind among those I've seen," she said.

Ekaterina's gaze faltered. In silence, she stared at her Maria. "Magdalene's Circuit."

"When I activate it, I see every form of electric impulse, including brain activities." Hana's eyes softened. "You're radiant."

"Yes, Hana, because that's what attracted you to me in first place, my brain activities." She belittled and made her point with a decisive pelvic thrust. Hana moved her calves on her back.

"Why, did I give you the impression that I was after something else?" She husked, and jutted her hips forward. "Things escalated quickly after that."

Ekaterina pushed until there was nothing to push.

"How quickly?"

Hana drew her closer.

"Just the time for a drink."

Ekaterina smiled with sagacious eyes. She swung her hips and her clitoris poked stiffly against the buried dildo. Hana saw her eyelids wince and she swayed her bottom slowly. On her chest, the Qwaser breathed in. Cute, she thought, as her tongue moistened her lips. Ekaterina must have read her mind because the newfound mischievousness in her eyes left no room for tenderness of sort.

The Qwaser placed her broad, warm hands on Hana's waist and her small, tapered fingers clawed at her hipbones. Hana loosened the grip of her legs and breathed fitfully through her nose. Her knees bent and she scooped her legs up to her chest to allow her partner to move freely. Her walls clenched deadly on the dildo and she wondered if her Queen would be able to unsheathe her sword.

Ekaterina clutched her hips and she grinned, thrilled, when she was pushed away and the shaft slid out as she backed off. She huffed when she swung forward and her lips expanded around the girth while her legs trembled and the bonds jangled. The Qwaser distanced herself again and she nodded, to each of Ekaterina's thought she nodded as she was jostled.

Ekaterina put her hips to work and the dildo extended between her legs. Her lips showed a growing smile as she plunged in a crescendo.

Hana groaned at every inward thrust. "Let me touch you," she beseeched. "I need to touch you."

Ekaterina felt Hana's breathing upon her face and gazed up. The shaft emerged and cries gurgled from Hana's mouth when she shoved it back. She barely met any resistance in her withdrawing. Hana's breasts jiggled before her eyes and warmth emanated from her chest. The bed creaked, and she stared down between their bodies.

An acrid sweetness rose from the center of Hana's pleasure, and she closed her eyes. She breathed in: she did not just breathe it in. She turned her head away. Her tongue rubbed her palate. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek. At her sides, Hana's legs straightened, sank, buckled. A tremble arose in her loins. It was sickening, really.

Hana wriggled like a little girl at her first day of school. Ekaterina grinned as she heard her mutter nonsense, humming sounds, hysterical sounds, excerpts of dialogue.

"Yes, yes, she can."

Her hands left Hana's hips and cupped her bottom. She withdrew the dildo, the tip still embedded.

"All day, all night." The soft moist sound of Hana's lips. "She can sabotage my circuits."

She rammed hard.

There was a certain insolence of power in Ekaterina's assault, a thoughtful consciousness in her thrusts, and a delighted smile brightened Hana's face as her head lolled about and her limbs strained, twisted. She found support on her Mistress' body with her legs. Her back bounced, the dildo delved within her spurting slit. It bubbled. Her mouth bubbled, and she swallowed her dignity. In her tossing, she didn't realize Ekaterina's hands struggled to keep hold of her. In a haze, she did not notice her ringing legs encumbered the movements in the non-existent space between them.

"Ease, Hana."

Ekaterina's words never reached her ears, and the inevitable happened when Hana pulled herself up to alleviate the tension on her back and, at the same time, Ekaterina pushed her away in an attempt to regain freedom of actions. The dildo plopped out, the forlorn head slipped down upon the inside of Hana's thigh. Lifeless, it dangled under their bodies.

No one spoke. Then, "It's out," Hana panicked. "It's out, it's out."

Ekaterina sighed.

"It's out, it's out, it's out, it's-"

"Shut up!" She scrambled with her hands to reach the toy. "If you'd just stop freaking out I'd be able to-"

Truth was she couldn't stop her hands from shaking, and Hana wasn't of any help. In her fretting, the girl kept on twist-tumbling to get some sort of stimulation. At last, she drew the Qwaser to her groin.

"How dare you?"

Ekaterina forgot about the dildo and grasped Hana's hips to stop her. Hana had no idea of the offense given to her Queen. Ekaterina small fingers pressed into her. Her eyes were barely open, her quick breaths blew over her Queen's head and the only thing that mattered continued to leave her lips.

"Out out out out out out."

She ground herself against Ekaterina's belly to her own beat and to the point where the younger girl didn't know whether she was sorry for the loss or not.

Ekaterina writhed helplessly in Hana's grasp. Half swooning, Hana moved in a sinuous sleeking, and she felt her body loom before her. Even Hana's scent seemed to have a consistency of its own as it filled her chest. The Qwaser brushed her forehead against Hana's chest. She could feel the taste of it on her tongue, and she closed her mouth, trying to regain her composure. On her abdomen, Hana's humors painted a signature she would not tolerate. Around her waist, Hana's legs squeezed like a tight knot. In her ears, Hana's grunts and whines overtopped the sound of her own thinking. The longer she stayed there, the more it felt like the girl would absorb her inside her body. Now that she felt it on her skin, she admitted how strong Hana had become, how small she was compared to her. She needed to free herself. She eyed the chains holding her slave up. She needed to get a grip of herself. She motioned her head. She needed to reestablish their roles.

Hana yelped when she fell behind and her back bounced on the bed, her body undulated at the impact.

Copper manacles held her sore arms together by her wrists, and she saw her partner standing above her, her legs still around her waist. Her breath got caught in her throat when she set her eyes on Ekaterina. The Qwaser distanced herself and she saw the stickiness she left on her belly. Her eyelashes fluttered and she forced herself to keep her eyes open to address the moment in which Ekaterina would reclaim her body, but Ekaterina was in no rush. Hana felt her eyes consuming her and gasped at the sight of the little girl gliding her fingers down her abdomen.

In circles, Ekaterina smeared her fluids about. Hana saw those fingers leave their owner's belly and walk their way on her inner thigh, seeding viscous drops on her skin. She pushed her pelvis up and her clitoris quivered as she offered it to her Mistress. Ekaterina grazed her slit, flicking her fingers to collect a fresh dribble.

For the second time that night, Hana watched her fingers rise toward her mouth. This time around she didn't presumed, this time around she observed her wetness trail toward bemused lips.

"Don't disappoint me."

Ekaterina's mouth closed on them and Hana's hips jerked involuntarily. She would lick her mouth clean if it wasn't of her taste.

They heard a child's voice, "Make me yours."

Ekaterina pulled at her bottom lip, stretching it into a grin. Her small laugh was intimate.

"I have better plans for you, Hana." She positioned the bulking head before her sex. "You're gonna make things mine for me."

Hana moved her hips to match her angle and the void was filled in a single blow. She gave off a rough, low moan as her arching back and the pounding dildo brought her a different pleasure when her Mistress hit deeper into her throbbing sex. She felt her pierce right up to the top of her head. A defeated at the feet of their defeater, she reached out with her shackled arms.

"Don't take it out anymore."

Ekaterina's pupils dilated. Again, she felt vanquished by her slave's naturalness as she bent to her will. Again, she felt affected by her submissiveness, by her disarming spontaneity. Again, she blamed this waste of human being at her mercy. She pushed forward and Hana put her hands on her womb. She thrust harder. All the 'yes' in the world were written on her urging smile.

"So good, Katja-sama."

Ekaterina studied the girl. Tousled bangs were stuck on her forehead. Tears framed her eyes. Her tongue came out to stroke her lips, anticipating the biting of her teeth. Her own name was ever present in her smoky voice as she chanted it. Her flushed body was painted in a red color palette. Hana's hands pushed the spot she battered from the inside like any clerk would do to check if the shoe is a fit. She unleashed the last restraints.

"To think that I would kneel before a cunt like you."

"More, Katja-sama."

She held herself up on her hands, towering over Hana as her eyes reached the level of her dangling breasts. She closed them as her ragged breaths choked one another.

"That I would pant because of a cunt like you."

"Harder, Katja-sama."

She lay down on the girl and felt Hana's arms immediately wrapping around her back.

"That I would waste my energies inside a cunt like you."

"Cunt, Katja-sama, cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt."

Her arms reached under Hana's body and up to her shoulders. On her hips, on her bottom, on her legs, Hana's thighs brushed like folds of a skirt in a light breeze.

As she felt something grow up in the brim of her tilting head, Hana found the strength she needed to sustain her partner. One foot dived on the mattress and she lifted her hips to meet the Ekaterina halfway.

Those surprised gasps, those high-pitched moans, those shuddering little cries, none of them belonged to the Queen. She wished to say, "It's me, Katja, let it go." It's me. That only time she forgot her keys, she's buzzed Ekaterina for two minutes before the girl went to the intercom. "It's me, Katja-sama", "We don't want anything, thank you."

She was losing it. Ekaterina would have had her face buried inside Hana's chest in order to not confess the pleasure about to come and the disappointment for letting out the little girl she never had a chance to be. She gazed at the breast she rubbed herself onto. A lonely droplet was above its chewable tip and just like that she remembered her Maria's words. "Please, Katja-sama, why won't you take it? It's making me crazy. It stings deep inside me like when you pee and halt," and her own reply, "Hana, are you comparing Soma to pee?" "Nope." "Then feel it, Hana, feel my dry mouth, my empty belly, my turned off circuit, my desert aching for a single drop of your milk." "What desert?" "Just feel it." And while the other girl had fallen on her knees, grasping her hurting breasts, her own sadism had made her stand still, much to her body's masochism.

Ekaterina turned her head. Hana's heart palpitated under her lips. She listened to the girl's excitement gushing out as the dildo slipped in and out of her sex. The base of the toy pressed against her clitoris and her body pushed back for more, deep inside her partner, deep to the mouth of her womb, deep where Hana's moans grew higher and higher and her breaths shorter and shorter, and the girl was obliged to thrust back to chase the orgasm she promised, but wasn't ready to fulfill yet.

How a small body like hers could own that much stamina was far from Hana's comprehension, but if she asked, she would get no answer. Ekaterina's mind was off.

Hana Hana Hana.

Somewhere.

Hana Hana Hana.

Gathering more stamina.

Hana rotated her hips to stimulate them both in better ways. She kept her walls clenched to elude herself that she could have a physical grip on Ekaterina's cock, because it was impossible to see something like an expensive toy, not if the little girl looked in such a state of abandoned pleasure, not if her mind ran down from the bulbous head of the shaft and still it wasn't silicone what she saw, but rather an extension of her tiny erectile organ.

Her movements became frantic.

Perhaps this was the last thing she expected when the slimness of Ekaterina's calf peeped out the cab door. Perhaps, she had envisioned herself sending furtive glances at the younger girl, trying to conceal her desires, afraid that their guest would catch the ambivalence in them, that she would not befriend her, that they would never grow close, close enough to reach and hold her hand, close enough to reach and stroke the smoothness of her skin, close enough to reach and embrace the sweet shapelessness of her body with the same freedom Miyuri welcomed her - because that's her friend anyway, always the light-hearted, overly-generous type; because that's how anybody would deal with little girls really; because that's how she would've greeted Ekaterina if it wasn't for-

A spasm ran down Hana's legs to her curling feet.

"Katja-sama."

"Don't."

Perhaps, when Ekaterina revealed her true self and threatened to expose her, she dreaded to relive what she went through before transferring to Saint Mihailov. Perhaps, as the wily Qwaser blocked her in the changing room confident that nobody would interrupt them, in her bewilderment she saw a licentious opportunity under the rising of her gown, a chance to live out on her closet inclinations, a chance not to feel that she was violating this little girl when her eyes gazed lustfully - because when her Mistress addresses her for the pervert that she is it amuses them both; because through punishment she's taught acceptance toward herself; because unfortunately Ekaterina is no innocent; because fortunately she-

A second spasm jumped to her head like an electric jolt.

"Katja-sama."

"Not yet."

Perhaps, she was the only one seeing meaningfulness in the meeting of their bodies. Perhaps her Queen was thinking 'Take this, and this, and this', but as the memory of what it felt like to have her slim and fragile body between her arms, as the realization that the girl was there, clutching her, gripped her insides and it wrung them like a drenched cloth to the point where she thought she would throw up the Borsch they had for dinner - because that's what you eat when you go to Mafuyu's; because that's what Sasha loves to eat; because that's what her Queen refers to as a plebeian dish not meant for somebody who came out of the top drawer such herself, and-

And.

Ekaterina felt Hana contract all around her and she crushed to death her clitoris against the harness.

"I said."

On the following day, she would have to give some explanations to the concerned neighbors outside the door as to the reason why she had screamed Ekaterina's name – "No, nothing bad happened to her" - but, as her Queen's hips continued to thrust even as her orgasm ripped through her trembling body, drawing out her pleasure until she thought she would pass out, agape in a soundless climax, Hana pulled her further within her and pierced the night with her screaming.