Chemistry
The end was near.
The hits were taking their toll. It took all the girl had just stay on her feet and not be knocked on her ass by the bone-rattling strikes her foe dealt. No matter how many parries she made, her opponent was too quick with another follow before she could get an opening to counter.
Her opponent was on fire. Literally.
A fiery blaze of an aura had engulfed her opponent and was reflected in her crimson irises. It showed in her body too. Faster moves kept her on the defense; stronger strikes hurt enough to make her falter; fiercer aggression that actually made her scared.
While the hits she took made her weaker, any of her attacks that connected made her foe stronger. It'd make her enemy faulted only briefly, return with a vengeance. Any strike made the fire hotter, made her more aggressive, and thereby make her more dangerous.
She was becoming more desperate now, lashing out more. Her enemy took advantage, dodging the sloppy attacks.
Now she was in desperate retreat, not even putting up her own attacks anymore, just trying in vain to dodge her opponent.
Her heart pounded in panic as her the fiery girl gained ground on her, her advance faster than the Mistralean's own retreat. She could see the excitement in her eyes, knowing victory was so close.
I'm going to lose! I'm going to lose! I'm going to-
The last punch connected. Hard.
Pyrrha was sent flying out of the arena and landing on her back with "thud," a grunt forced from her diaphragm accompanying.
"It seems Ms. Xiao Long is the victor."
Pyrrha sat, seeing stars as she caught her breath. Her clearing vision focused on the girl still on the stage, standing tall with a hand on her hip with a slight bend in her stance. The curvaceous form of the victor put a smile on Pyrrha's lips that she couldn't avoid.
Yang Xiao Long really was great to look at; clothes on or off.
The blonde looked down to Pyrrha with eyes alight with excitement and a conspiratorial smirk. A smirk that they both knew the meaning of.
Pyrrha lowered her head in acknowledgement with a resigned smile, thinking the words she knew the other was too:
...and to the victor go the spoils.
Pyrrha's hands braced against the cold tile of the shower stall while hot sweat trailed down her tight body; muscles tense from the sparring match. Every deep breath she took expanded and raised her amble chest while her head hung from exhaustion, long red banes from her illustrious red mane hanging over her eyes.
She panted heavily.
Unbelievable... What a match.
Her vision swam, exhaustion making her balance unstable. Before the vertigo could claim her, her hand fumbled with the touchscreen controls and fresh water rained down from above.
Her eyes fluttered shut as the cool water hit her hot skin, numbing the heat and pain while the hiss of the pressure making it rain down from the shower head above zoned out her mind.
She breathed slowly with her eyes closed, easing herself down from the intensity of the battle she had just...
Lost... Lost... Lost...
The word rang in her mind, echoing around the tiled shower stall.
Eventually she could actually feel the water's coldness and began to shiver. Her fingers' urgent taps on the shower's touchscreen raised its temperature, bring a smile to her face as the hotter sensation made her skin tingle with pleasure.
With her body eased, her mind began working again, putting together her situation.
Yang Xiao Long had beaten her...
The same girl she had bested a week ago to the day had just done the same to her now. It went to show that when it came down to the two of them, whatever lead one thought they had over the other could be summited easily. Difference in power and skill were negligible.
Whatever win one had, they could easily lose it the next round. Victory and glory were fleeting. But no matter how fleeting, it was still there.
And it came with a prize.
The heat was making her dizzy now. With a touch from her finger, the water shut off. As she stepped from the shower, the cool air washed over her, dispelling the heat. Her team's empty room allowed her to enjoy the liberation of wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body as she stepped out of the bathroom, drying her air with a smaller one.
Exhaling with the disappearing steam from her hot shower, the redhead looked up into her own emerald irises staring back at her from the mirror.
She thought of what she'd done to Yang that night...
The handcuffs and walking her on a leash... The bondage and the whipping... the fucking... the humiliation she'd put her through. She remembered her grunts, her hisses, screams, cries, begging for mercy that went unanswered...
And the big smile she'd had at the end of it all.
Now it's your turn... Your turn to be tied up.
Her reflection smiled at her. She brought a hand to breast, feeling her heartbeat quicken. Just thinking the words in her head made it hammer with anticipation.
She was excited. She was excited to be the slave tonight.
Her phone's flashing screen caught her attention. She grabbed the device off her desk and swiped away the lock screen, bring up the message.
From Yang...
She sat herself down on the bed, letting the towel drying her hair fall away as her eye scanned through the text.
Her throat became dry as her face started to flush and her heart pound as she read through the details of Yang's plan for her.
Tonight... At ten.
She would have her turn to pay the price of defeat...
...After she got through class.
Pyrrha honestly had never been so desperate for a Dust Science class to be over.
The wait was killing her. It was bad enough that she knew what was coming. What was worse was that she still had to get through the rest of the day to get to her...
...punishment.
The very thought of the word, and what it could mean, made her bite her lip.
She stopped quickly, mortified that instinct overtaken her normal calm and controlled demeanor.
A life of fame had taught her the value of keeping her mind on appearances, especially when it came to her private thoughts. She was always friendly, and it was a feeling that was genuine, but when it came to showing more... raw emotions, she kept them to herself, or only showed them to the most trusted of friends.
But she could only take so much.
Eyeing the clock on the wall ahead of her, the second's hand seems to take a full minute to move.
How did Yang stand this when it was her turn?!
Yang...
The girl looked so... focused. More focused than she'd ever seen her.
The blonde had her usual trademark smile shining, but her eyes were sharper than normal.
No doubt a few wondered why. Only one actually knew.
Pyrrha could read the girl so easily, not she ever tried to cover up her emotions. Unlike Pyrrha, Yang lived out loud, emotions in her sleeve, not caring what anyone thought.
The complete opposite of her. So of course they would eventually attract, like magnets. Pyrrha knew a thing or two about magnets.
She envied her. Pyrrha wished she could be more free with emotions. The blonde could be loud, sad, happy, angry, whenever she wanted.
Pyrrha's eyes narrowed. She really envied her... Jealous really.
Perhaps that's why she enjoyed whipping her that night... The blonde could show, was forced to show, her more raw emotions...
This time, it wasn't herself that pulled her back from delving too deep into her private thoughts, it was lilac eyes, meeting her own emerald ones.
She blinked, then realized that she had been staring at Yang for awhile.
And now Yang was staring back. And grinning.
Pyrrha's face bloomed so ripe she was sure the people sitting next to her could the heat emanate. Terrified, face snapped away from the focus of her musings and quickly to Nora, who was sitting beside.
Thankful to whatever Gods watched over Remnant from above, the short girl was still totally lost in the subject matter of the class, and seemed to be getting no where.
Pyrrha decided to follow suit, not daring to look back at Yang again.
She focused instead on work in front of her.
Dust.
Yes, Dust Science class. A very normal subject. Plain. Not sexual at all.
She took a deep breath, then exhaled.
Calm. Better.
She began to experiment. Before her was the initial stage of dust: Crystal form.
Large and packed together into one big piece, it was near useless in its form. She had to break it down.
But first the redhead had the sense to distance herself from Nora, who was looking a little too long at the hammer lying in the table, and smile was starting to grow on her face.
The key, was subtlety. Focusing, she called her polarity, feeling for the magnetism within the Crystal and began to manipulate it to deconstruct the large red piece. She was rewarded with it breaking in half. She smiled, pleased with her accomplishment, already forgetting about her previous distress and its source.
Soon, she had turned the crystal to dust, where it could be used for medicine, energy... and as a weapon.
Her first task complete, she looked to her next: fusing.
Beside her newly ground red dust, and blue twin sat, ice dust, already prepared for her. Now she had to combine them.
Dust-fusing was an acquired talent, one that was useful. Such a practice brought out properties that were otherwise impossible to produce with a single dust element.
With the two she had, it would be challenging considering how different they were.
Deep red like fire, light blue like ice.
Two polar opposites... Pyrrha softly chuckled to herself. Once again, she was trying bonding opposites.
The key was binding the elements that were in common-...
Binding.
Pyrrha's head gently fell to the table as she groaned.
Her alarm barely got off one beep before her hand slipped in from the night stand and shoved it under her pillow, muffling the alarm as her fingers tapped the silence button. Her eyes zeroed in on the time.
9:50pm.
The nap had done her some good. She could feel her body's strength returning thanks to the rest and giving her aura time to hear her. Yes, her body definitely felt better, but still, she made no move to pull herself out from under the blanket...
She'd thought sleeping like this would calm her down, get her mind used to it. But...
Her hands grinned the edge of the blanket. She looked pointedly at each of the beds in the room. Ren, Nora...
Jaune... Her eyes lingered on him.
They all slept soundly, Ren without a sound, Nora snoring like a pig, and Jaune's soft breathing bringing a small smile to lips. She looked again at her phone.
9:56pm.
The dwindling time forced her into action. Gritting her teeth, she pulled the covers off and stood, her eyes frantically going between the beds again.
Please don't wake up...
No one moved.
Quickly and quietly as she could, she moved for the door. Her hand trembled as it lay on the knob. She squeezed her eyes up, summoned all the courage she could, quickly opened the door stepped out, and closed it behind her.
Her forehead lay against the wooden panel, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn't even looked before she'd stepped out of the room! Eyes still closed, she turned around and pressed her back against the door, her breathing shaking as she tried to calm herself.
Opening her eyes and looked down at herself. She'd done just as Yang had ordered:
She wore nothing.
Her hands crossed over he bare breasts and her legs closed, trying to recover some modesty. But as she looked around the dark hallway, she remembered Yang's night to be the submissive one, and how effortlessly she seemed to endure it despite the embarrassment she must've felt.
If she could do it, I can too.
Arms trembling, she brought them down to her sides and straightened her legs. The cool air brushing every piece of skin she was used to having covered made her face redden.
Lucky for her, Yang had made the plan simple; simple enough to remember. Simple in execution remained to be seen.
With nothing more for her to do than obey, she began to walk.
The dead silence suffocating the halls felt like a calm before the storm to Pyrrha. The lack of footsteps and voices from hunters-in-training unnerved her. Her ears strained, listening for any sound.
When she had led Yang by the leash, her confidence had soared. The power-high of dominating the blonde had overshadowed any tension or fear that she was sure had flooded her captive's mind that night. But there was no ignoring the tight sensation in her stomach tonight.
The intent behind her being out this late made her embarrassed enough. Her bare body made her more so. Every step was a challenge. She couldn't calm herself enough to walk naturally, keeping one hand across her breasts while the other had slipped between her legs in a desperate attempt to keep her modesty.
Before every corner she turned, she kept her back flush to the wall, breathing fast and deep from the exhilaration her heart was enduring. The rush was unreal. Had Yang felt like this when Pyrrha had stripped and bound her? She'd at least allowed her to keep her clothes on for the walk to Goodwitch's training room.
But not for the walk back to her room, she reminded herself.
Her shuffling feet were moving to slow. She was knew she was going to run out of time. Forcing her shame down, and enduring an intensifying heat in her cheeks, she dropped her arms to her sides and forced herself to walk.
She tried her best not imagine the people sleeping on the other side of the doors she passed, knowing the full well that little separated her naked body and the eyes of her peers right now; how if anybody stepped through one of the many doors she passed she'd have no where to hide and no way to explain herself.
Finally... The locker room was in sight.
The door clicking shut behind her brought relief. She exhaled a breath she'd been unconsciously holding. Here it felt natural to be undressed, if only for a little while.
The locker room was a place Pyrrha always felt a combination of tension and confidence. Her mind would anticipate the battle to come, but her confidence would build as she donned her armor slowly and deliberately as of transforming. The self-stylized ritual helped her slip into the right mindset for a match.
This time wasn't too different, though apprehension certainly outweighed her confidence this time. Still, she performed as she knew how in the way it would hopefully give her a much needed confidence boost.
Opening her locker, her armor hung before her, ready to be donned. She started with her leggings and the accompanying bronze greaves and cuisses, snapping them into place. Her long sleeves were next. Starting with her fingers fitting into the the ends like a glove, she slowly slid the fabric up the length of her arm, stopping just above her elbow, leaving her upper arms exposed along with the rest of her torso.
Yang allowed her to wear pantries, but nothing else over them. It was till better than being exposed. The breast plate was all that remained for her don...
Wish she was not allowed to do.
Yang had been clear in her instructions: she was to be topless.
Biting her bottom lip, Pyrrha's hand lingered over the the bronze piece... and then passed it by, leaving it hanging on its hook.
Instead, she reached for her crown, resting on the shelf in her locker. Ceremoniously, she placed atop her head, like a empress assuming her role. Except of course this role was much more... submissive.
That was it. All she was allowed to wear.
One more, her eyes looked somewhat longingly at her breast plate, and the promise of modesty it held...
Before she lost her nerve, the girl quickly slammed the door to her locker closed. The lock latched loudly, preventing her from reopening it without reentering her code. Her hand remained on the locker door for a moment, her fingertips grazing the smooth steel as her arm fell limp to her side.
Turning to go, she was suddenly face to face with herself. The locker room's full length mirror, located conveniently for her right across from her own locker was usually the final part of her ritual. She'd take a moment to look herself over and allow herself a small amount of vanity, admiring her fine armor and how strong she looked in it.
Except of course this time she was much more exposed.
Her exposed breasts of course dominated her vision, flooding her mind with shame. Her nipples hardened from the exposure.
Before her resolve weakened anymore, she quickly left the locker room.
Back in the hallway, Pyrrha could do nothing now but wait, as she had been told to do earlier. She looked around, seeing no sign of Yang.
Without warning, arms embraced her from behind and held her lovingly tight.
The redhead emitted a soft yelp.
"Hey there sexy," a familiarly flirty voice softly breathed into her ear.
Pyrrha shivered.
Yang's embrace loosened, and her hands came to rest on Pyrrha's shoulders. Slowly, they began move down her arms, sending delightful shockwaves through her body.
Yang's bare hands felt so... intimate against her own skin.
"Mmmmm... I do love that outfit..."
Pyrrha didn't respond to the soft murmuring in her ear, unsure if she was supposed and her breath hitched her throat.
Yang's hands made it Pyrrha's finger tips, then dropped to the red head's slender hips, making their way back up, caressing the girl's exposed sides.
"Nghhh..." Pyrrha could not hold her moans anymore, the blonde's touch too potent. They grew louder as Yang's hands made their way to her breasts, cupping them and softly squeezing with her fingers.
"But..." she murmured. "I think I'll add just a couple of things..."
Before she even realized what was happening, Pyrrha suddenly felt her chest constricted as Yang whipped a set of straps around her body and snapped them together in the back.
"Nnng!" The sudden tightness made Pyrrha's breath catch and her eyes squeeze shut. When she opened them, she found her a set of leather straps wrapped around her body in a cross, coming together just above the breasts with a small metal ring holding them together.
A bondage harness...
She flushed in shame, imagining how sultry in looked on her, especially considering the proportions she had been blessed with.
"Very nice..." Yang cooed, her finger tips tracing the leather straps. Yang only exhaled in defeat.
"Time for a taste of your own medicine hot stuff," Yang softly mocked, a smirk clearly evident in her voice.
Her hands once more held the other girl's arms, slid down to her wrists and pulled them gently behind her back. Pyrrha didn't resist. Her fists clenched as she felt Yang restrain her with handcuffs. The clicking sound of them as they closed around her wrists she swore was so loud the whole school would hear.
Pyrrha gave a soft pull from her wrists, feeling the chain hold them secure, then relaxed them, accepting her capture.
"Now march, slave."
Pyrrha did as she was told.
Holding her by her arm, Yang guided her cuffed friend down the hall with Pyrrha offering no resistance; too distracted by her self-consciousness. Her face was flushed red, her heart thundering as she still was convincing herself that this was happening.
Was this what Yang had felt when she was the one in chains? Excitement, shame, anxiety, wishing it to be over and hoping it wouldn't end, all at once...
Metal cuffs on her wrists... it would be so easy to use semblance to free herself from them. But of course Yang could have used her strength that night to do the same, but hadn't, she'd endured the restraints. So Pyrrha would too.
Had the idea tempted her? Did she have that in mind for Pyrrha with this?
And the question at the front of her mind:
Where is she taking me... And what will she do?
They suddenly stopped.
"We're here."
Of all the places... Back in the Dust Science room was where Yang had picked.
Only a few hours ago it had been drenched with light from the sun outside and bright bulbs overhead with students chatting as they experimented with Dust; conversation and experiments filling the room with noise.
Now darkness and silence were all that occupied it. Only a faint light from the moon and stars pierced through the windows and illuminated the tile floor.
Yang guided Pyrrha to the front of the room. Green eyes finally looked up, widening at what they saw.
What sat in the middle of the front of the room was definitely not a normal part of the class.
A bondage frame. One made of copper. A very weak magnetic metal.
Smart girl.
The construction was simple: a single pole ran from a base in the base up a good foot taller than her, with two bars attached to either end. On the ends of each of two speaker bars, welded-on manacles waited, menacingly open.
But to her surprise, Yang stopped her just short of the waiting restraints.
"You may take seat here Miss Nikos."
Miss Nikos? What is she doing?
Despite her confusion, Pyrrha obeyed, sitting down at the front row table, hands still cuffed behind her back.
"Well then," Yang said, her hands clapping together happily, "it's time we got start!"
The redhead looked up, now for the first time that night admiring the other girl.
Yang wore her usual black shorts, but no belt accompanied it, along with no jacket, just her bright yellow crop top with her emblem emblazoned over left breast. The few articles left a nice of skin exposed, most especially her cleavage.
She suddenly felt a finger touch and chin and lift it up, raising her gaze till her eyes met with Yang's amused purple irises.
"My eyes are up here sweetheart."
Got her.
Pyrrha looked away, ashamed and slightly annoyed that Yang had gotten her favorite quip in.
Yang grinned and chuckled, then stepped back.
"Well now, my class is in session!"
Pyrrha looked up quizzically. Class?
Yang grinned, reading the question on her face. "Well we are in a classroom, and I do have a captive audience, so I think I'll play teacher, and teach you something."
Pyrrha let the pun slide, instead more nervously curious about the meaning behind her captor's words.
"Today's lesson shall be about... Dust Play. Now who can tell what Dust Play is? Miss Nikos?"
Yang looked down and smirked at the only real "student" in her "class."
Pyrrha gulped as she felt her face heat up. So this was how it was going to be: role-playing as dominant teacher and captive student.
So be it.
"Dust Play-"
"Ah, ah, ah," Yang halted her, a finger wagging in playful disapproval. "Stand up."
Her face flush, Pyrrha did as she was told. Even with the room empty, standing up with her tits in the open made her heart hammer. Instinctively, she tried to bring her hands up to cover herself. But behind her back the flinched uselessly and she silently cursed; remembering the restraints binding them.
"Go ahead Miss Nikos," Yang encouraged gently. "Show them what's behind your back."
The girl turned her back to the non-existent class, exposing her shackled hands behind her back. Embarrassed as she was, she kept shoulders back as she did her best to still stand tall and proud.
"I'm sure everyone's curious as to why you're in handcuffs, as well as topless, but we'll be getting to that soon. Now, what is Dust Play Miss Nikos?"
"D-Dust play is... using dust to... excite someone for sex." Gods, her face burned.
"Correct, Miss Nikos! Glad to see you're familiar with such an intimate topic!"
Pyrrha looked away, a strong shade of red glowing beneath her eyes.
"You may sit back down," Yang gently permitted.
Pyrrha did as she was told, imagining perverse complements being whispered from her imaginary classmates at seeing her in cuffs, wearing a bondage harness with exposed breasts, and talking about sex.
"Now Dust Play is certainly lots of fun to do, but it requires something else. Something highly recommended be done to the one about to be put through it. Miss Nikos?"
The girl stood immediately the moment her name was called.
"Since you seem to be so knowledgeable about it, what usually happens during Dust Play?"
Here it comes.
"The person should be..."
Her eyes locked on to the metal frame front and center of the class. Her hands fidgeted in their restraints.
"...put in bondage."
Yang's eyes lowered as she grinned. "Correct. Now, I think I should explain to everyone why you are in handcuffs shouldn't I?"
Facing the fantasy students, the blonde did just that.
"Earlier today most of us were paying attention in Dust Science, like we were suppose to. But Miss Nikos decided she was a more interested in ogling me instead."
Pyrrha could imagine the snickers at the revelation should there have actually been young, horny students in her class.
"But I'll be giving her a chance to make up for her slacking off in class earlier. After all, we all know what a star pupil she really is, always willing to go the extra mile for that A+."
Her lilac eyes locked with Pyrrha's green ones. "So Miss Nikos... what you'll have to do is be my teacher's pet for this demonstration. In front of everyone."
Pyrrha really had to hand it to Yang: the girl had a salacious mind. She knew how to plan a good sex scene in her head; one that really made someone excited and ashamed at the same time.
Even though there was no one to watch, she sure made it feel like there was.
"Miss Nikos," Yang repeated, "are you willing to become teacher's pet?"
The blonde stared at her, hand on her hip and smirk on her face.
She knows you have no choice. The loser obeys. No complaints... no resistance.
"Y... Yes..." she mumbled.
"Hmm?" The smirking blonde raised an eyebrow.
"Y-Yes." Pyrrha said, this time louder. "I'll be a... good... teacher's pet."
The last two words shamed Pyrrha and put a smile on the blonde's face.
"Well then Miss Nikos, please come up here then."
The girl obeyed, rising from her chair and walking up to the front, right before the smirking blonde, clearly enjoying every minute of her ordeal.
She turned around, allowing Yang to free her hands, only to put her in more serious restraints. She faced the classroom and Yang unlocked her cuffs.
All those empty chairs... imagined them filled... all of the, watching you be undressed and tied up.
Her hands were freed and allowed to fall to her sides. Sheepishly, Pyrrha gripped and soothed her wrists, taking what freedom she could before they were restrained again.
Yang stepped in front of her and gently pushed her back, making her step into the frame behind her.
Yang merely stood there and waited, hand on her hip, smirk on her face. She gave a mere nod. Pyrrha understood. Willingly, she raised her hands up to the open shackles above, holding them in place, waiting for Yang to close them around her wrists.
Yang bent down first, pushing her feet into the cuffs for her ankles, snapping them shut, She then stood up, closing the manacles around her wrists, the clicks offering a satisfying sense of absolution.
While she shackled her, the redhead looked up, taking the chance to admire the other girl.
Yang, in nothing but her black shorts and crop top was very tempting sight; especially with her voluptuous breasts inches from her lips. Her eyes traveled lower, widening at the black rubber protrusion pointed out.
There was no doubt to how the blonde planned to end her night.
Subconsciously, Pyrrha's tongue wetted her lips.
And Yang saw it.
"Like what you see?" She smirked.
Pyrrha looked away, ashamed.
Yang grinned and chuckled, then stepped back.
"Next," Yang said as her hands reached behind Pyrrha's back. "Let's make sure she's un-dressed appropriately."
Yang first dropped to her knees, her hands reaching behind the girl's legs, unhooking the claps of her armor. She then moved fro the girl's toes, pulling away the stockings, thin enough to fit between her legs and shackles that bound them.
Pyrrha bit her lip, her face growing hot again at the feeling of being slowly undressed.
Yang's fingers caressed the the girl's exposed legs, trailing up as she again rose to her feet. She reached up, releasing the girl's suspended arms of their armor, letting the clank to the ground. The gloves on her arms were pulled away, same as the ones on her legs.
All that remained was her crown. Yang's fingers gently brushed the metal piece that adorned her head.
"We'll leave the crown," she said. "I like the idea of a captured queen."
She stepped back again, drinking in the sight.
Pyrrha looked away and squirmed, her wrists turning in their restrains. Yang licked her lips at the sight.
"Now," she said, as she stepped over to one of the lab tables. "As we've learned, Dust Play requires the "charging" of dust. How do we do that? Miss Nikos?"
Pyrrha opened her eyes to look at her, the embarrassment so heavy she was actually was panting slightly. Her wrists uselessly twisted in her cuffs, her body squirming.
Yang's smile dropped.
"Miss Nikos," She turned to face her, hand on her hip. "I'm sure you are feeling very self-conscious right now, being stripped and bound in front of the whole class." Even though there was no "class" to speak of, Yang's suggestion of their being one made her face red with mortification.
"But even so," the blonde continued, "you are still expected to participate in any way that you can. You're not gagged, so that means you can answer questions when they're asked."
Fighting through her shame, Pyrrha slowed her breathing, trying to get a hold of herself. Even with nobody else here with them, the thought of how normally it would be filled with fellow students shamed her harshly. Still, the only thing she could do now was to indulge Yang's role-playing.
"I-I'm sorry... Miss Xiao-Long... I'll do better."
"Well then," Yang repeated, still not smiling. "Tell me how Dust can be charged."
"Ch-charging is the process of running an electrical current through dust, increasing the potency of its element."
Yang grinned ear to ear, pleased with Pyrrha's explanation. "Very good Miss Nikos. Much better."
The redhead let out a breath she didn't she was holding, slightly slumping in her bonds in relief. Yang was happy again.
"Thank you..." she exhaled.
Yang's attention turned back to the table, pulling the cover off.
Exposed, the table revealed to have a metal pad with three stones on top of it, their hues dark
Pyrrha squirmed.
"First," Yang instructed to her imaginary class. "We have to charge them."
With a flip of the switch, the pad "buzzed" to life. The dust stones began glow, their colors growing vibrant as if lights lived within them.
"Now," Yang said as she hand clasped the blue crystal. "Who can tell me about what charging an ice crystal does? Miss Nikos?"
"B-Blue d-dust..." Pyrrha could barely keep it together. "Is for... cold-I mean-I-Ice... play..."
Yang was grinning ear to ear. "Getting excited Miss Nikos?"
Pyrrha was barely cognizant anymore. Excitement had fully taken her over. All the videos she had watched in secret on Dust Play rushed to her mind, vividly remembering the techniques used and moans and screams of the delighted captives as they endured it, knowing soon she'd feel the same.
She couldn't help but smile too. Her face was totally red from excitement, and she was pretty sure the inside of her legs were no longer dry either.
"Y-Yes... Miss Xiao-Long, I-I'm very excited..."
Yang grinned, almost maniacally. "Very well then, let's get started."
With the glowing blue Dust crystal in hand, Yang stepped up to her captive. She gave her prisoner one more look over with a smirk, then slowly dropped to her knees.
Oh God... she's really going to do it... Pyrrha's heart was about to explode.
The blue crystal touched the top of her foot, sending a chill through her nerves. A moan escaped through her teeth as they bit her bottom; her fists tightening, pulling uselessly at her bonds. Her eyes fluttered shut.
Slowly the crystal was pulled up her leg, leaving a cold streak in its wake. It felt like an ice cube was being pressed to her skin, but the feeling penetrated more deeply, as if leaving a mark.
Her whole body shivered in delight, relishing the sensation advancing up her leg.
"Well, Well Miss Nikos," Yang spoke as she continued to push the crystal down Pyrrha's exposed skin, smiting more moans from her lips. " it seems we are learning quite a bit about you today as well, aren't we…"
All Pyrrha could do was moan in reply, her mind barely able to think through the euphoria flooding it.
"Are you a Dust Slut, Miss Nikos?"
"Y-...ugh...Yes..." Pyrrha forced through her grunts and moans. "I am... a Dust Slut."
The blonde "teacher" chuckled. The blue dust crystal continued up her leg until it touched her hip.
"Very nice."
Yang pulled the crystal away, ending her ministration.
"Aaah..." Pyrrha exhaled loudly and tense body slouched. Her hands, straining against their bonds relented. Her muscles relaxed. A sheen of sweat glossed off her body.
The redhead panted for air as she resigned herself to simply hang in her restraints.
Yang's hand caressed her cheek, to which Pyrrha pressed against it, relishing its cool, loving touch.
"Excellent demonstration Miss Nikos..." Yang softly whispered.
"Th-thank...you...ah...Miss... L-Long..." Pyrrha responds in between breaths.
"I obviously picked the appropriate partner for this." Yang's hand moved from her captive's cheek to her chin, gently cupping and raising the girl's face.
"As you can see class," Yang explained to the empty room. "Dust Play is a very effective method domination, as Miss Nikos so enthusiastically demonstrated."
Pyrrha did not have the strength to even turn her head in shame. She simply closed eyes and blushed, surrendering herself to Yang's hold.
"Now," the blonde said as she stepped back to her table of instruments. "We have seen how she reacts to the Ice dust, how about..." She turned back to face Pyrrha; a new crystal held on her hand.
"Red Dust..."
In her grip, the red crystal edited what looked like flames.
The sight instantly jolted the bound girl from her cool afterglow.
"Miss Nikos," Yang addressed her prisoner, with a hand on her hip. "Perhaps you would care to explain, since you obviously are so familiar with this topic?"
Just the thought of the ember-like crystal being used on her made Pyrrha sweat from anxiety, fear and excitement simultaneously making her squirm.
"I-it's..." she started.
"Yes?" Yang answered expectantly.
"Th-the opposite of... Blue Dust. I-it's..."
Her green irises locked on to the crystal, eyeing the flame like life dancing within.
"Fire..."
"Heat," Yang corrected. "But very close Miss Nikos."
She slowly sauntered closer, twirling the dust crystal in her hand.
"Now... shall we demonstrate?"
Pyrrha bit her lip, her competing emotions starting to overwhelm her. She was now really straining against her bonds, her eyes locked on the Red Dust crystal. She was actually nervous. The hot streak it'd leave...
It would burn...
Again, Yang danced around her bound partner, stepping behind her.
It'll burn. It's going to burn.
Would it leave a mark? Permanently?
Would Yang... really...
"Y-Yang... wait..."
She didn't want to quit... she really didn't... but-
"O-Oooohhh..."
Pyrrha's eyes widened suddenly, then relaxed and fluttered shut. Yang's hand fondling her tit released a wave pleasure, tension melting away, numbed by a lulling wave, seducing her like an aphrodisiac.
The touch felt good... calming...
"Just relax baby..." Yang cooed. "It'll feel good, I promise."
Pyrrha took shuttering breaths, letting herself enjoy the touch. Her anxiety must've been easy to read on her face.
Her breath continued to settle as Yang's ministrations continued. The redhead let the world fall away around, thinking of nothing but her, and the other girl touching her.
Yang readied the red stone in her other hand, and slowly, pressed it to the girl's skin.
Heat blossomed beneath Pyrrha's skin. Not painful, but intense.
"AHHH!" her back arched and pressed against her tormentor still standing being her.
The heat burned in her leg, but reverberated throughout her entire being. Her legs and arms trembled in their bindings. She hummed loudly as she bit her bottom lip, then parted her lips, openly moaning out loud.
Slowly, the blond dragged the stone against her skin upwards, moving towards her hip, but this time on the inner side. Along her more sensitized skin, the sensation grew.
"Y-Yang... YANG!"
Pyrrha was losing her cognizance, the intensity making her whole form seize up.
And her arousal was becoming harder to suppress.
Her own heat growing between her legs made her pant faster, her bound hands clench, desperately trying to hold back an explosion of euphoria; one that she knew she'd face a dire punishment for if not given permission for.
Yang seemed to sense it too, pulling the torturously pleasuring Fire from her leg. Pyrrha moaned at the loss.
"Relieved?" Yang whispered into the redhead's ear. "Or disappointed?"
The girl didn't answer, too preoccupied with heavy breaths passing through her lips. She hung limp, conserving all energy in an effort to recover herself.
"Well," Yang continued with her role playing as she stepped back to her table of toys. "I'd say we've clearly established Miss Niko's affinity for Dust Play."
Pyrrha didn't even try to hide it anymore. "Yes... Miss Long..." she answered between breaths.
" so now the question is: which one is her favorite? We still have one more to try..."
In her hand she cradled another stone, this one with a gold light glowing in the sender, it's shining rays pressed against into crystal encasement.
Spark Dust...
Pyrrha clenched her bound fists, readying herself emotionally for another fit of perverted euphoria.
Yang smirked as she stepped back to her prisoner, once again taking her place behind her; once agin, leaning into her ear.
"I have a good feeling about this one.
The stone connected to her bare back. The reaction was immediate.
"NGHH!"
Pyrrha thrust her chest immediately her back arching from the intense shock. Her body tensed, along with her nipples hardening from the sensation. Goosebumps rose on her skin.
Slowly, Yang dragged the crystal down her back, right over her spine.
"AH AH AH!" The girl convulsed widely; not from pain, but from the flood of stimulation.
Her kind felt numb. She couldn't think straight, could barely think at all.
"Y-Yang... m-mercy... PLEASE!"
The stone was pulled away.
"Does it hurt Miss Nikos?"
Yang was still playing her role, but Pyrrha heard the concern Yang was trying to conceal, suddenly scared she had gone to far, but not wanting to ruin the mood if she hadn't.
"N...no..." Pyrrha answered, breathing deeply with relief. "S-sorry... ah... Miss Long... I just... haa... wasn't... ready."
Still acting in character made the blonde smirk again.
"Well... I guess we've discovered your favorite, haven't we?"
Pyrrha hung her head in shame.
"Come now Miss Nikos..." Yang cooed. "Confess to the class your newly discovered fetish."
By now Pyrrha had come to learn what Yang liked: pageantry. It fitted with her extroverted, sometimes brash personality. In their public life, it was all good natured, with Yang's passionate love of live and her intense desire to be an active player in it.
In these private sessions of theirs, she came to see it meant embarrassing shame as much as possible.
If she ever wanted to be release and... satisfied... she had no choice but to play along.
her face burned as she literally swallowed loudly, burying her pride down as much as she could.
"Yes... Miss Long..." she consented.
She lifted her head, heavy with shame.
"I am..." She exhaled loudly as she could. "A dust slut... who loves bondage..."
"And what is your favorite?" Yang asked, her grinning face red at hearing Pyrrha's words.
"My favorite is... being tortured with Spark dust..."
"Louder please," Yang ordered.
Her teeth clenched, she erupted, forcing out her frustration, shame, and arousal all at once before she choked.
"I LOVE BEING PUNISHED WITH SPARK DUST!" Pyrrha screamed.
Yang happily clapped her hands together once in satisfaction.
"Very well done Miss Nikos!" Yang praised. "As a reward, I think I'll have you cum in front of the class!"
"Wh-...wha-AHHH!" Her protest was immediately silenced as Yang's hand grabbed her left tit, the spark dust on her hands crackling against the redhead's skin once more.
Again, the yellow crystal pressed gently to her back.
Once more her back arched, her whole body tensing at the incredible stimulation.
Yang made a few strokes up and down the girl's spine before pulling away again, much to her captive's relief.
Taking the stone in both hands, she allowed Pyrrha a moment of relief as she roughly handled the crystal. Taking it to the table, the stone cracked slightly from the intense contact. Pyrrha was too preoccupied recovering from the sudden stimulation to care, not reacting at all to the violent sound.
Taking the dust and chips broken off from the impact, Yang rubbed the powder and fragments into her hands. She smiled from the electrical sensations vibrating through her fingers, down into her hands, and even up into her arms.
Yang pressed herself flush against her bare back, and brought her hands around Pyrrha's body. Her right hand excitedly fondling her breast while her left hand snaked it's way down her body, slipping between her legs.
The redhead squirmed from the delightful contact. Not as potent as the crystal itself, the sensation was more delightful and less torturous. Whenever Yang put her hands on her, it sent a delightful rush throughout her body, metaphorical electricity delightfully stimulating her from the affectionate perversion.
But now with her hands treated with Spark dust, the shock was literal; the sensation now literally electrifying her nerves and flesh, putting the pleasure she felt on steroids. Yang's masterful fondling, every touch and squeeze she had come to love and crave, was now on steroids.
The sensation was unlike any she had felt or imagined.
What a wonderfully twisted mind...
"Mmmmm..." The Yanked moaned as her lips suckled the other girl's neck, then biting gently. "One last experiment, Pyrrha."
Withdrawing her fingers from between her legs, now wet, they slid across the girl's bare chest, spark dust sticking to them.
The particles sizzled and cracked like sparks, sending tremors through Pyrrha's tits.
It was a delightful torture.
"Ungh... ah... mmmm..."
The intensity was low, but it's penetration deep, her flesh stimulated from the contact. It sent heat through her whole body, through her chest, to her heart, down between her legs.
Again, she strained uselessly against her bonds as she moaned out loud, all remaining sense of decency burned away by the electricity shooting through her.
Her head fell limp, and she gave in entirely to the pleasure.
Whatever Yang wanted now, she would give it up.
The blond seemed to understand. Kneeling down, she undid the metal cuffs on her ankles, then rose to her feet again. Reaching up, she unlocked the restraints binding her wrists. Pyrrha's freed hands fell limp for moment, heavy from the exhaustion. She then summoned enough strength to lift them up and lay them over the blonde's shoulders, loosely wrapping them around her neck in a loose, intimate hold.
Pyrrha's legs began to follow suit, raising up and then wrapping around her partner's waist, intending hang on in hopes she'd just carry her tired body to whatever it is she wanted to go next.
It was then she felt hard poke of her strap on press against her pelvis. The sudden contact gave her a jot of energy; her legs dropping instantly and here eyes widen in self-conciousness.
Yang laughed out loud at her reaction. The girl's embarrassment showed all over her face, with wide eyes and red cheeks.
Cute...
With a smile, Yang brought her left arms behind her captive's back, resting her hand just above her buttocks. Her right slid around shoulders and pulled her tight against her.
The blond twittered like a dancer, putting her back to the table, and laying her down on it. The cool touch barely registered in Pyrrha's mind due to still coming down from the stimulation of the dust-play her body had endured. She exhaled, relieved to be lying down.
Yang smirked at the other girl's relaxed look. Her hand roamed over the table, finding the handcuffs she had first used to restrain the girl and bring her to the room. Once more, she snapped them around the girl's wrists. Pyrrha did nothing to resist.
Yang pulled her once-again cuffed hands over her head, stretching her arms out until the chain touched the metal facet head of the science table.
"Magnetize it," Yang ordered.
Pyrrha did as she was told. Closing her eyes, her mind found the chain that restrained her and stimulated its polarity, magnetically bonding it to the metal on the fixture.
Feeling the two link, she opened her eyes. Weakly tugging at her restraints, she felt no give, satisfyingly restraining herself as commanded.
On top of her, Yang smiled in satisfaction.
"Well done Miss Nikos," she praised.
Once more her hand went searching, this time finding a long leather leash. The clip in hand, she connected it to the metal circle just above Pyrrha's breast that held the straps of her harness together.
The red looked on confusion, and a slight bit of fear as she wondered what was passing through Yang's perverted mind.
"And now," the blond said with a smirk. "As promised, I'll have sex with you in front of the entire class."
The girl in her grip was had a sheen of sweat that coated her whole body. Every inch perspired from the torment she had put her prisoner through. Her eyes specifically zeroed in on the the droplets trailing down between her breasts; both heaving from the deep breaths of endurance from what she'd endured so far, and anticipation of what she knew was to come.
Yang's burning lust could take no more.
Seizing her partner's left leg with her hand, Yang's strap-on was finally put to use and thrust between Pyrrha's legs.
Both cried out at the penetration.
Her teeth showed in an arrogant smirk as she mentally let go, indulging in her perversion. As her hips thrusted in their own, her hands freely roamed, greedily pawed at her captive's body. They started in her hips and slid up her stomach and obliques. While her eyes were certainly pleased with the sight of the girl's well-defined body, the tone muscles she felt through her finger tips were what made her really smile.
She was really fucking Pyrrha Nikos.
Her hand wrapped the leash she held in her hand and tugged hard.
"AH!" The of the chain forced the redhead secured to it on the other end to follow, forcing her body to rise from the table while her cuffed hands stayed down. Fiery, hungry red irises met wearied, embarrassed green ones. Yang's arm had to tense as she could actually feel herself holding Pyrrha up by her leash.
What a difference an hour of getting punished and now fucked in bondage could make. The Pyrrha Nikos in front of her now was certainly not the one the world, Beacon, Yang herself was used to seeing. That red-headed goddess of victory always had such a proud look on her face: emerald-green eyes glistening with confidence and hope, standing so tall and proud after a match, smiling beautifully and waving to her adoring fans in appreciation for their praise of her victory.
Now those same eyes looked at Yang desperately, willing herself to endure the blond's schemes; her normally beautiful and delicate lips now parted desperately as she moaned and wailed in lust and agony at the same time while also gasping for breath.
She looked like she was in agony...
Yang's expression softened, his thrusts slowing and a hand extended, gently caressing her cheek with affection.
Pyrrha's eyes widened in what Yang excitedly recognized as hope. She was thinking she'd done it; Yang was satisfied. She'd show her mercy.
Yang gleefully crushed it.
Her hand snapped back to holding the girl's leg; and drawing her hips back, gave a strong thrust, plowing into the other girl's pussy as deep as she could. Her reward was Pyrrha throwing in her head back, crying out in despair as her hope for mercy was shattered.
"Just look at you," the blonde teased as she continued to pound her captive. "certainly not your usual self, are you Miss Nikos?"
It was indeed a side of Pyrrha Nikos that only Yang got to see and compare with the side everyone else in the world saw.
In countless newscasts and pictures, she would always be seen as a girl with so much confidence. During a photo shoot or celebrity appearance, she was always so well composed with a flawless presentation. After victory in a tournament, it was even better. She would always stand tall and proud, her armor glistening in the sun with cheering crowds surrounding her. She barely looked like she had thought it all, without a drop of sweat on her perfect skin, a single scratch to her perfect armor, or the slightest hint of stress to her flawless composure.
Yang herself couldn't help but admire the impressive young woman, but she wanted to see what was under that perfect smile of hers. She was now super fan like some others she had seen, excitedly following her every move in the media, but she certainly knew who she was.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would get so close to the young celebrity champion.
She certainly never thought she'd be tying her down for sex.
And yet here she was: stripping her, teasing with dust, fucking her senseless. Yang's usual sexual prowess was through the roof right now.
She certainly loved Pyrrha for who she was, not so shallow as to only hang around her for her fame; but she couldn't deny there was a unique thrill in cuffing up and fucking someone she was use to seeing on tv.
It was thrilling to say: she was FUCKING the famous Pyrrha Nikos.
She was the one tearing away that pretty little mask of perfection and bring to the surface raw desire and agony and pleasure.
The face that normally had bright eyes and a beautiful smile was now strained in a mix of pain and lust, having no choice but to lay there take whatever Yang decided to do to her.
The power made her near euphoric. And now to climax. The blond inched her face forward as Pyrrha's eyes fluttered shut.
"Here it comes Pyrrha."
She thrust harder, faster, her arousal rising.
"Ah! Ugh! Uh... Ye... yes...Yes!" Pyrrha desperately stammered.
The mind-numbing euphoria was droning the lingering shame until sex was the only in her mind. Yang's enthusiasm had conquered. What she was doing, she loved.
She LOVED it.
Pyrrha surrendered completely, her hips now thrusting in synch with Yang, trying bury her strap-on as deep as it could go.
"That my girl!" Yang cried joyful. "Give it your all baby!"
Yang's praised egged her on. All sense of decency was gone. She was fully into it now. She no longer cared about the pretend class that was seeing this.
Hell, she wanted them to see this.
She let her mind go, pretending that the class was there, watching her enthusiastically pound the girl that was just punishing her.
Just as they watched and praised her in the tournaments, now let them watch as she fucked her captor while she was bound. She wanted them shocked, appalled, even jealous as they watched.
And, as they did when she declared victory battle, when reached her climax and came, she imagined them cheering for her.
That thought did it. With the thought of how others would think, her hips gave one last thrust, and her lust exploded.
She came hard. Harder than she could remember.
Through mind-numbing nirvana, she could just barely make out Yang screaming her name.
Both of them collapsed to the table, lightheaded and satisfied. Both lay their panting, their bodies spent.
After a full two minutes, Hang was the first to push herself up and open her eyes, looking down at the still-cuffed Pyrrha. She smiled at the sight of her prisoner, fully conquered, broken in, and satisfied.
She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss lips. What little sense and control Pyrrha could muster, she put into returning the kiss.
"Well done baby..." Yang cooed. "Well done."
Pyrrha smiled as she blacked out.
Best. Science class. Ever.