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Kyoko knew this was a very, very bad idea.
As she stood in front of the A/V Room in near-total silence, she internally weighed the possibilities of going along with her original plan: confront the Mastermind and convince them to put an end to the Killing Game. The Ultimate Detective learned whom she was alongside her recollection on whom the Mastermind was, and with one sideward glance at the Escape Button in her right, gloved hand, the lavender-haired girl sighed and shook her head.
This was a really bad idea. She knew this all too well. Then again, what other choice did she have? She was trapped in a Killing Game with 15 other people and only having her own wits about her. It really started innocently enough; Makoto was kind enough, in an attempt to diffuse tensions between everyone, invite Kyoko over to using the lottery machine in the School Store… only to get their hands on the Escape Button. The second she
touched it, memories flooded back by the deluge; she remembered who she was, where she came from, and exactly what she was meant to do before all of this started.
In particular, she remembered about the Tragedy that she witnessed beforehand. Admittedly, everything regarding that is rightfully a major blank, but a part of Kyoko wondered if that wasn’t for the best.
She sighed, biting her lip. “Steel yourself, Kyoko,” she said in an even tone, “if you don’t confront Junko now, you’d have failed everyone.” God, how she hated that word. Failure. But she knew there’d be more of it if she didn’t act and apprehend the Mastermind, lest everyone else suffer for her inaction. If there’s one thing she despises, it’s knowing about the suffering of others and doing nothing to assist in such; she can attest as well as anyone that everything she could do in the endangerment of others comes first from inaction. She had to act, lest things escalate further.
With a knowing sigh, Kyoko input the secret bricks to give way to the Mastermind’s lair.
“…and then I was like ‘Bitch, don’t you tell me what I should fuckin’ do!’ And then I blew the sorry sod’s brains out! God, Mucky-butt, you should’ve seen that sorry faggot’s brains get spattered everywhere!”
Junko was breathless as she cackled, but Mukuro nonetheless maintained her poker face all the same. Nonetheless, Junko finished regaling her encounter with some late-stage capitalists during the uglier bits of the Tragedy, and in incandescent glee, Junko spun her seat around before further hugging her plushy.
“Sister, with all due respect, do you mind to tell me what you’ve stopped my involvement with the other students for?” Mukuro, much as she wanted to humor Junko’s whimsies, was still quite straight-laced with her twin sibling. “I could’ve compromised myself if somebody saw me on the way back here!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatevs, pumpkin. You oughta know that’s only how despair, works.” The twin-tailed strawberry blonde gave a mirthful giggle. “Lest I stick it to your cute little ass, hmm?”
Mukuro blushed, actively fighting away those desires. “…much as I’d appreciate it, I think you’ve noticed as well as I do there’s someone sneaking over yonder there.”
“Which is exactly why I brought you over, my sweet, ugly duckling.” Junko filed her nails, grinning all the while. “To act as my eyes and ears.”
The rustling, almost as if on cue, stopped.
Junko snorted, rolling her eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, if you’re gonna sneak around, at least do a good fucking job at it! C’mon out, you idiot!”
A brief pause, as Kyoko internally cursed. (…well, that didn’t go as planned. But I’m close enough; I might as well take the moment to – )
Mukuro, almost as if on cue, lifted up a Glock to directly aim over at the hiding spot. “On the count of three, I shoot. One… two – “
“Wait! Wait.”
Quickly wanting to prevent herself becoming riddled with bullets, Kyoko stood up, raising her hands in the air. “It’s… me. Junko, we need to talk.”
It was almost impressive how Kyoko gave virtually no tells nor showed even a sliver of nervousness in her voice, all while Mukuro pointed her gun. Junko simply laughed.
“Holy shit, ain’t you a ballsy one? Wouldn’t be shocked you’re packing somethin’ down under, ya nasty shemale!” Junko grinned, before suddenly becoming utterly serious. “Mukuro, be a dear and restrain her.”
The Ultimate Soldier did not even need to force Kyoko down on the ground for the swift klik of two different handcuffs, one hand each cuffed to a different pipe. That was the sheer scale of difference between Mukuro’s prowess and Kyoko’s: for all of the Ultimate Detective’s belief in not giving
an inch to truly horrible people, the difference in strength between Mukuro and Kyoko was like comparing a tiger and a kitten; they may be of the same species by loose definition, but the difference in fortitude was so great it was almost on a whole different playing field… and that’s what made it so nerve-wracking.
Regardless, Kyoko was forced to kneel with her arms firmly restrained. It only took no less of a second for Kyoko to bitterly acknowledge any hope she had of talking her way out of this one was lost… she cursed herself, and nonetheless steeled herself into an impenetrable poker face at Junko’s mocking stare.
“Alright, let’s just get straight to brass tacks, sweetheart.” Junko said smiling, as sickly as a poisonous snake. “Why did you trot your slim little asscrack all the way out where the adults play?”
Kyoko gave no response. She simply glared.
It only took a few more moments of continued silence before Junko groaned. “Oh, fuck me sideways, this isn’t gonna work. Alright, change of plans…”
Junko got up from her seat. Slowly, she walked over to Kyoko with an intent easily confusable with murder in her eyes, but anyone who knew Junko well knows she would plan something a lot worse. Regardless, Junko leaned over to the squatting Kyoko, towering over her given the physical dynamic here, and grinned.
“Now listen here, toots,” Junko began. “you’ve caught me in a good mood today that I don’t necessarily want to ruin. So I’m going to give you a choice here: you can either feel free to take an amnestic and forget everything you’ve seen up to this point, or you can bear the knowledge you have now, because fuck do I know you’ll sing as soon as you get the chance. Regardless, one choice will allow you to give you the capacity to work with a semblance of normalcy in your Killing School life… or I can put you into a state of such unrivaled emotional agony that you’ll beg me to stop, and I won’t stop. Because you made your choice long ago.”
“Think about your choice carefully now, my little dove,” Junko finished. “Because the choice you make will determine if you go free, or will forever have a jackboot stomp you into dust… and it never ending.”
Kyoko simply glared, giving an automatic, robotic response. “I’d sooner die than ignore the threat that is you.”
Kyoko made her choice.
Junko made her choice as well; kneeling on one knee she simply motioned her hand up to Kyoko’s skirt and gave an upward flick. Kyoko flinched for a split second at the unwanted touch, before smirking.
“Oi, Mukie. Get your sugar mama some aphrodisiacs, why dont’cha!” Junko grinned. “I’m gonna get to work.”
…what?
Kyoko’s mind went into overdrive for a second upon realizing what it means, and nearly immediately, attempted a struggle. Which was hard, given she was forced to squat by how low the cuffs hung, as she couldn’t even kick; Junko simply smirked more as she laughed.
“Ooh, you’re a fighter, hmm? I like you.” Junko smirked. “Just relax; this is going to be good.”
In that moment, Junko subtly went underneath Kyoko’s skirt and slid in two fingers – one her index finger, the other her middle. And it went straight past the labia of Kyoko’s, not even considering the fact it hasn’t even been properly lubricated.
Kyoko felt a flush overcome her face as she grunted in pain, looking away and not even daring to give Junko the satisfaction of her strained eyes and brief flickers of pain on her face. She’s not embarrassed to admit she’s a virgin in any capacity, having never had sex with anyone nor cared to. This was still a weird feeling though, but it felt so wrong all the same… Kyoko’s stomach did knots with each unnatural push, the grating of her fingers
giving way to small, pained gasps as she desperately tried to free herself to virtually no avail.
It wasn’t long before she felt a wave of arousal come over her, and soon enough – to her everlasting shame – she was fully wet. This wasn’t even necessarily her fault, given Junko began pawing at her clitoris just a few seconds ago. She didn’t even notice the flurry of coarse discussion between
Junko and Mukuro before feeling a needle shoot into her neckbone’s vein, gasping as she felt a flurry of burning hot sensations fire up her loins.
“What is…” Kyoko whimpered, breathless. “…that?”
“Oh, my dear little Kyo-chan…” Junko smirked. “That was merely an aphrodisiac.”
Things became far moister after that… and far sicker . Kyoko tried to wrangle away while valiantly trying to maintain her iron composure, looking away and grunting softly with each unnatural push. Kyoko always liked to consider herself immune to the rigors of stress thanks to her self training, but even this was too much for her; she was being fingered against her will. Nonetheless, Kyoko succeeded in shedding not a single tear, though her soul and heart was raging like a violent maelstrom within.
The confusing and despicable flurry of emotions building up with her coalesced into primal desire and agony, love and hate, pain and pleasure, as she was desperate to ignore the painful burning she felt underneath her nethers. But it ended for the most part. With a final push, Kyoko uttered the smallest of whimpers before she came onto Junko’s hands.
If it wasn’t the stimulation, it was the feeling of being brought to her first orgasm that made tears prick in Kyoko’s eyes. She felt embarrassed! This was wrong, no matter how you put it, and the sickened feeling in Kyoko’s stomach continued to built up as she still continued to maintain her mask. But as she whimpered some more as Junko’s pushing, the Ultimate
Fashionista simply grinned.
“Felt good, didn’t it? That a cheap, two-bit floozy like yourself got off to being fingered in front of others?” Junko clicked her tongue, smirking
devilishly. “How sad, Failure-chan. How sad.”
“I… that’s…” Kyoko breathed, feeling fingers slide in and out of her. “Shut… up.”
“Oh, baby, you know I’m right. Don’t lie to yourself.” Junko grinned even more.
‘If you looked in the mirror right now as you were being fucked, what would you see? A worthless, piece-of-shit dyke whore begging to be fucked’. Kyoko, even in her primal state of fear of unwanted stimulation, could tell that’s what Junko would’ve said to her as she continue to feel her labia and clitoris toyed with every unwanted push. And it only took then, as she was completely flushed in her own unwanted liquids, a third ring finger slide in as she arched her head back and grunted. This was wrong, this was above her, she was not going to –
“Oh, Failure-chan?~” Junko smirked in a sing-along voice. “You’re going to cum. And that’s if you want it or not.”
“Shut… up.” Kyoko breathed. “I’m not going to – “
Any coherent thoughts that were coursing through her head crashed and burned as Junko gestured Mukuro to hold her down, and she began plowing. Kyoko grunted, thrashing around as she tried to not peer into Junko’s eyes, but the ping of utter degradation continued to hit her like a freight train. She bucked her hips and she dared not to peer into Junko’s almost-hellish orbs, because that’s what she was, a demon, a monster, she didn’t deserve this and didn’t want to be here –
“You know, this is all your fault.”
Kyoko felt herself brought back to Earth as she came, hearing Junko’s cutting words as it branded itself deep onto her own soul. As she sat there, breathless and horrified, she felt the realization Junko had easily tore past any barriers she had to unequivocally ravage her, whether she wanted it or not. Even if it was for a glimpse of a second, for Kyoko fortified her mask just as quickly, she felt horrified that Junko played with her so demeaningly.
It took a look to the pooling, translucent mess of nectar surrounding her for her to realize she came a lot.
Feeling tears prick in her eyes, she looked away, frustrated. “…this is all your fault.”
Junko smirked. “I don’t think you get it, pookums. This is on you. And I don’t care how much you’ll beg to stop, I will hurt you. Pushing the red-hot iron deep into your heart, y’know?”
Kyoko said nothing. In a futile attempt to establish dominion over her own body, Kyoko glared.
Junko smirked, satisfied. “I think we’re done here. Mukuro, give her a sed and bring her back to her room. I think we’ve got ourselves a rhythm going.”
Kyoko felt sickened. She wasn’t anywhere near feeling actually ill, thankfully, but she still felt disgusted. As she sat there in stunned silence, she realized forthwith the kinds of sweet, poisoned pains Junko could bring onto her… and it scorched at her soul, far hotter than what was her greatest mistake and two scars. But almost as if as a misplaced act of mercy, she felt another needle be jabbed into her vein, and slowly felt herself lulled to sleep.
She had no respite from the mental nausea, though, especially as Junko kissed and tongued the detective as she was lulled to sleep by the sedative.
“Sister, I don’t think it was a good idea to let her go. We could’ve just easily killed her then and there.” Mukuro said that with nary a miss of concern in her voice, clearly worried about a potential loose end.
“Oh, fret not! I have everything under control, Mucky-butt.” Junko said, spinning her chair around; she still reeked from the primal scent Kyoko bore, and she reveled in it. “I assure you that things are only gonna get so much worse for our pretentious little fuckstick, that much I’ll assure you.”
Mukuro paused, thinking. “Yet you still will have time for me, I take it? I can only guess what you’ll do to her…”
“…and ya want in on the piece, I know, ya filthy masochistic sow.” Mukuro shuddered in delight as Junko stood up. “But I know, for all her fucking retardation, she’s a big girl. God knows she can take a few hits like a champ and then some… but everyone has something that makes them tick. And the only reason why I’m even doing this, well…”
Junko sniggered. “Mukuro, let’s just say the game was rigged from the start.”
The Ultimate Soldier frowned. “…you planned for Kyoko to obtain the Reset Button, didn’t you?”
“Correct!” Junko did a fist-pump before cackling. “And it’ll all go down like a fresh Saturday shot of wine. I don’t doubt that we’re going to be seeing a lot more shit down the road, and believe me, I look forward to it. Because you know what we stand for, right?”
“Of course.” Mukuro said with a smile. “Despair.”
Junko did clasp her hands and cackle; she leaned in to the camera of Kyoko’s dorm, as she remained asleep… entirely unaware of the kinds of horrors that Junko very eagerly sought to test on her, all with one motivation in mind.
Fear.