Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Power Plays: Away Games ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Eva nor Power Plays.

Yes, if it's not obvious enough by the title, this is an omake to Rommel's "Power (Re)Plays". So make sure you've read that first (preferably on Lemontastica - we could need those views. And take a look on the boards while you're at it, will ya?)

As such this also gets an obvious Lemon warning, and not for you vanillas out their either.

 

 

 

Power Plays: Away Games

 

 

Hikari couldn't shake the uneasiness as she studied the parlor. What kind of beauty salon had its displays shut with thick curtains, after all?

 

"Maybe they're not even open," she voiced her doubts. "The sign says they're renovating..."

 

But Asuka just pointed at the sign next to it, the one that had her set on the whole thing the moment she had seen it. "They're still doing massages!"

 

Hikari sighed, though she had to admit that the idea of a bit relaxing was kind of tempting after the shopping marathon they had just gone through. But the vibes she was getting from this area of the mall and this place in particular still made her hesitate.

 

"Shouldn't we at least tell the boys?" she reminded of their respective pack mules that were "guarding" the bags - which they happened to decide to do near a snack bar. Unlike Asuka, she didn't really mind them taking a break; they had deserved it - and maybe more later on as far as she was concerned - for following the girls with a growing load on their arms.

 

Asuka, however, had none of it and snatched her friend's hand. "Oh, come on, they'll find their way home if they can't wait that long," the redhead declared and pushed the door open, dragging a no longer fighting Hikari behind.

 

They didn't make it very far.

 

"Hey, what the hell are you doing here? Get out!"

 

Hikari almost bumped into Asuka as she stopped abruptly at the scruff voice. They found themselves in a enclosed reception area, like the outside rather bland, everything painted in a sterile white, only the wooden counter sticking out.

 

Behind the counter stood not one, but two men, both early to mid-30 - and surprisingly neither of them fulfilling the stereotype of men in the beauty/fashion-business, at least not obviously. The one who had greeted them so friendly was a rather bulky guy, slightly overweight, but it was hard to tell how much was fat and how much muscle, and he was still staring at them like he'd try to use some psychic power to will them backwards.

 

However, the other one, a sleek, (probably dyed) blond who'd probably appear very geekish were he to wear glasses, seemed more customer oriented. "Sorry for my partners directness, but I'm afraid he's right. The two of you sadly don't fit our clientele."

 

Hikari felt her friend laugh. "There you have your answer why they're so secretive," the redhead muttered to her. "They're only serving elitist snobs!"

 

"Well, maybe we really should just go..." The brunette tried once more. And not just because she felt uneasy about being a bother, especially because of an idea she wasn't all that convinced in to begin with. The longer they stood there in this small, all too neutral room, under the gaze of these guys... her stomach was already tingling with nervousness.

 

But this was Asuka and if she had set her eyes on something, she wouldn't let go, whatever it would take - offering herself as slave to the one she loved was prove enough for that. "No way!" she declared to Hikari and the men, before pointing at the two in an exaggerated pose. "Listen! You're advertising massages, so you better take care that we get one! You may think we're just a bunch of unimportant kids, but I can assure you, I have more than enough influence to ruin your reputation forever!"

 

In an amazingly fast and fluid motion, Asuka reached into a pocket of her dress, pulled out her NERV-ID and presented it to the guys. "I am Asuka Langley Soryu, you might have heard of me. Pilot of EVA-02, saving your sorry ass and that of everyone on the planet?"

 

Judging by the budging eyes of the two, they had heard of her. The blond one was the first to find his voice again. "I-I'm terribly sorry, Miss Soryu, we weren't aware that you were with NERV..."

 

"But listen, girl," the other interrupted him, wiping his sweaty forehead with his large hand visibly nervous, "This is really nothing personal. But the massages we offer are a bit... special. You wouldn't want to have one of those."

 

Asuka turned her head to Hikari, only to roll her eyes. "Well, if you can do some sort of 'special' massage, you'll surely be able to do 'normal' ones this one time, won't you?"

 

Hikari fidgeted. She wasn't the type to rub in other's faults, but that didn't mean that the irony escaped her - first the redhead accused them to only serve "elitist snobs" and now she was using her position and even making extra wishes like a spoiled brat herself.

 

The burly one sighed, pinching his nose. "No, that's not what..."

 

"Would cause any problem at all," the blond hastily interrupted his partner. "We're just a bit over conscious of letting newcomers see the rooms in their unfinished state and..." he trailed off as his balding friend, a mix of anger and surprise on his face, got his attention with a firm tug on the shirt. A sharp flick of the shorter's arm, pointing with his thumb over to a corner behind them left little doubt that he wanted a talk now.

 

The blond addressed the girls once more. "Ehm... excuse us for a moment..."

 

Asuka gave an exaggerated huff, fitting her role, as the two left the counter. Hikari could hear them whispering, but even though they weren't really that far away and their body language telling of a rather heated argument, she could only make out a few words like "crazy", "great publicity", "serious trouble", "don't worry", "jail" and "guaranteed safe".

 

She couldn't tell whether or not Asuka listened to that or at least tried to. She was impatiently tapping her leather shoes against the tiled floor, arms crossed under her chest to make her dissatisfaction as visible as possible for the returning men. By the grin on the blond's face and the uneasy look on the short one's, it was pretty obvious who had won.

 

"Well?" Asuka barked at them anyway.

 

"Oh, my partner and I just had to resolve a small... misunderstanding. Anyway," the blond flipped a part of the counter up to get over to their side, "Follow me, please!"

 

With a wide gesture, he pointed with his whole hand at a door to their side, which he then immediately moved to open.

 

Hikari shot her friend one more begging look, but the redhead just replied with a satisfied smile. A low sigh escaped her as she watched Asuka turning and instantly following the guy without question. There seemed too much odd about this place and these people to follow one of them deeper into the building. But taking a look at the brute leaning over the counter and staring at her with shameful, but unmistakable lust in his eyes... she didn't quite want to wait there either. Maybe she should at least call the boys... but Asuka didn't seem very keen on them knowing, and if she'd make Toji worry and it only turn out to be a lot of paranoia seeping through, he'd make sure she wouldn't forget it anytime soon, were he to make himself an idiot by "heroically" busting her out of a completely normal massage...

 

Taking a deep breath in the faint hope to be able to swallow the bad feeling, she quickly caught up to her friend.

 

The short corridor, like the reception, was mostly white, but on the other end, near the last two of four doors on either side, was an area already (or still) painted in a dark wine-red. A closed bucket of paint and a large brush on a protective foil on the ground were the first signs the there actually was some renovating going on around.

 

"Please, pay no mind to those," their guide almost begged as he took out a key to use it on the second to last of the doors on the left.

 

Hikari bit her lip at the honest sound of the apology. Maybe she was really thinking too much into this.

 

He led them into the small room, void of any furniture aside from a low wooden bank on which stood a few empty baskets for clothes and a row of hooks, some with fluffy white bathrobes hanging from them.

 

The blond remained at the door as they looked around. "Please undress and take one of the robes. You will be picked in a few minutes." He folded his hands as he took a breath. "I'm afraid we will have to take measures that you won't get to see too much of the chaos around here. I hope you won't mind. If you change your mind... well, it would be disappointing for us, and I promise for you as well, but of course you can still call it off then. I wish you a relieving experience!" And with a last bow, he was out of the door.

 

Hikari breathed a sigh of relief as the door fell shut, leaving them alone. But a rustling sound, and a quick glance at her friend confirmed that Asuka still felt no hesitation whatsoever, already working on the straps of her yellow dress. Reluctantly, Hikari reached up to start with the buttons on her own blouse.

 

But she just couldn't keep it to herself anymore. "A-Asuka?"

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Don't you have a bad feeling about this at all?" she inquired timidly, peeling herself out of the garment. "All this talk about 'special' massages, not wanting us to see the rooms..."

 

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid?" Asuka asked casually. "But so what? Are you afraid that..."

 

Hikari froze as she felt the faint touch of slender fingers, then arms going around her waist.

 

"...it could be..."

 

There was something against her back. Hikari could feel the mass of Asuka's dress pooling at the redhead's hips. And she had definitely already shed her bra as well. The feeling of her friend's two hardened nubs brushing ever so slightly against her heating skin left no doubt to that.

 

"...something..."

 

Hikari gasped, intaking the air on reflex, as if her taut stomach tried to escape the tracing fingers slowly making their way up.

 

Goosebumps spread over her arms as warm breath neared her ear.

 

"...sensual?"

 

"Asukaah...!" She didn't realize that she moaned that out loud until her giggling friend backed off, and her skin instantly cooling at the sudden lack of body heat.

 

She had done it again, Hikari grumpily figured as she continuing to undress. Since that day, the day Asuka learned of the class rep's... "indecent" thoughts about her, the haughty pilot had been teasing Hikari on like this more than once. More subtle when they were "just" alone, but all the closer when they were changing from PA or while trying out a few clothes in a cabin of a shop.

 

What bothered her wasn't even so much the teasing or the resulting sexual frustration (Toji usually made her quickly forget about that again). What bothered her was that Asuka seemed to have less problems with her thinking about the German girl this way sometimes than Hikari herself - or at least not take it serious enough, so that she'd make these jokes without second thought, if she thought about it at all.

 

Hikari didn't held that against her. It wasn't so much that Asuka was trying to be mean, she was just being... Asuka. And yet, it made the middle Horaki daughter wish the redhead would never have learned of that secret. Because even if not consciously, she knew it had put her lower, at least a little bit, in her friend's mind.

 

It hadn't helped that Asuka had seized control of the situation afterwards. She probably wouldn't be quite as tempted pulling such kinds of pranks if it had gone according to Hikari's fantasies - which was admittedly a pretty big "if", as it was just as likely that she would have found the courage to act on them then, as it was now.

 

Of course, taking a belt of one of the bathrobes, tackling her surprised friend over the bench could work. Pinning her against the bench, she could quickly seize and tie the flailing wrists with the soft belt, maybe even before Asuka could recover from the shock. And then, yes then, she'd get back for everything of that day in the gym, starting with a good spanking...

 

Yes, that could work. But was it likely? Hikari was much too afraid. Not that Asuka would find out, not anymore. But that she'd turn the tables yet again and give her an even more pathetic image of the class rep.

 

"I just hope it's not these guys doing the massages," Asuka's voice ripped her out of her thoughts. "I'd certainly pass then."

 

As if on cue, a knock on the door was followed by a female voice, just in time for them to close the robes around their nude bodies. "Hello?" it said, followed by the head of a young woman in her early twenties peeking through the door. She smiled as she saw them. "Ah, good, you're ready!" she figured, opening the door fully to enter.

 

Another woman about the same age followed her in. Both were prime examples of Asian beauty: porcelain skin, wide almond eyes, silky black hair, the first one's short pageboy cut, the second's falling smoothly down to her waist. They, too, wore robes, but unlike the white fluffy cotton ones the teens had on, their were apparently made out of red silk with fine golden ornaments stitched on.

 

"I'm Hitomi and this is Ai," the short-haired beauty introduced them, both bowing lightly and revealing quite a bit cleavage over the low-cut robes.

 

"We'll be doing the massages today," Ai announced.

 

Asuka clapped her hands in expectation. "Great! Lead the way!" she told the two "masseuses" and already moved to go ahead herself.

 

But Hitomi called her back. "One moment, please!" Her hands slid into the robes pockets and pulled out two thick sleeping mask (or did they already classify as blindfolds?), holding them out to their young customers. "Our boss said we have to make sure you won't see the other rooms, because, uh..." she threw a glance at her colleague, "because of the renovations."

 

Asuka and Hikari likewise exchanged a knowing glance. But it took only a second until the redhead shrugged, albeit with a grimace, and took the offered mask, pulling it over her eyes without hesitation. She must have been really eager for this to not even utter a complaint about such measures. Otherwise, she surely would have thrown a huge fit over giving up a vital sense for stupid excuses. But maybe being a slave calmed her a bit on that account as well.

 

While Ai stepped over to the pilot, Hikari was a bit more hesitating to follow her friend's example. She still wasn't sure what to make of this shady establishment. Asuka always had NERV watching over her, maybe to the extend that it made her think of as untouchable, but that didn't mean that some kidnapper couldn't get lucky one day and abduct her to a remote island to make her a personal sex-slave. And as for herself - no one would even give much care if a normal schoolgirl like her would suddenly vanish.

 

She took a deep breath. She shouldn't worry so much about things like that. As she said herself, NERV agents had probably followed them here and the boys would surely be searching for them too eventually. And if Hikari was true to herself, it wasn't just fear that made her heart flutter at the thought of getting "captured". So it was probably just her perverted mind running wild.

 

So, a second after her friend had blinded herself, the class-rep reached for the mask held out to her as well. Pulling the elastic band over her head, she dragged the black padding over her eyes, effectively keeping all light out. She adjusted it a bit for comfort, but it didn't change the fact anymore that she was now as blind as she could be.

 

"Okay then, this way, please!" Hikari jumped as she suddenly heard Hitomi beside her, then felt a nudge from an arm around her shoulders.

 

She almost laughed to herself as they went through the building. It wasn't the first time she was being lead while blind, but it was the first time in this way - usually, she'd be lead by a leash while tied up.

 

Eventually, they came to a stop. Hitomi directed her a few more steps, making her go a bit clumsily to the side and forward until she bumped against some padded surface at the height of her pelvis.

 

"Please put down the robe and lie down," she heard Ai say to Asuka a meter or two away.

 

"You too, please," Hitomi added next to her. Hikari fumbled for the robe's belt. As soon as the garment slid over her shoulders, the woman took it from her before it could fall. She cringed slightly as she felt her nudity exposed in front of these strangers, but she restrained herself from covering up. Instead she felt around for what she presumed was a massage bench in front of her.

 

"Oh, careful!" the woman's sudden call made Hikari halt in surprise, until the black-haired beauty took a gentle hold of her arm to guide her up on the furniture. That seemed quite unnecessary for the brunette. Did they think just because she was blind, she couldn't climb up herself?

 

As she finally lay down on her belly, arms at her side, she heard a moan nearby, indicating that Ai had already started on Asuka.

 

Hikari shuddered as she felt Hitomi's breath close to her ear. "Just stay still and relax, okay?" she whispered and a second later Hikari gave a startled gasp as massage oil, filling the air with a heavy lavender scent, dripped between her shoulder blades and trickled slowly down her spine. Hitomi's hands quickly followed...

 

... and made the class-rep almost instantly forget about her earlier prejudice against these women. Whatever else they might be doing in this place, massaging definitely was at the very least part of their job. The session quickly began to blur into a fog of pleasure as the soft and talented palms and fingers moved over her body, easing out tensions like magic. Hikari actually realized she was purring one particular moment when Hitomi applied just the right pressure at the crook of her neck. She was thankful for the sleeping mask now, so no one could see her eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

 

It took her a while to realize that the two workers were talking again.

 

"...st time that I had customers falling asleep during my sessions," Ai quietly complained.

 

Asleep? Indeed, if she listened closely, she could hear a low steady breathing, bordering on a faint snoring from the other side.

 

"Can't really blame them, can you?" Them? Hitomi's answer made her wonder. Had she been asleep as well? Now that she thought about it, she might have drifted off a bit. "We weren't allowed to give them the regular program, after all..."

 

"Yeah, for obvious reasons! I don't get why Hashi even let them in..."

 

"Obvious? Just because they're young? As if that would mean much nowadays. I was pretty experienced at that time already. And you were even worse, if I recall correctly."

 

One could hear the flustering in Ai's voice. "That's beside the point! Do you know what kind of trouble it would get us in?"

 

"Geez, the shy act doesn't suit you Ai-chan. I still think it's a waste. There's plenty I'd like to do with two such luscious little subs..."

 

Hikari's mouth felt awfully dry at the direction this was taking.

 

"Hitomi!" came Ai's stern warning.

 

"Oh come on, as if you wouldn't. And seriously, they're wearing collars! I bet they're into it!"

 

Hikari hoped Hitomi wouldn't notice the blush she felt crawling onto her cheeks that would instantly reveal that she was awake and that the woman had hit the nail on its head. The collar was so natural to her by now that she hadn't even realized that she was still wearing it.

 

"Would you also bet your job or even freedom on it?" Ai argued. "Maybe it's just a new fashion trend!"

 

"Strange trend..." Hitomi muttered, her hands now kneading the muscles in Hikari's right arm while wandering down to her wrist. "And they'd look too cute with some black accents..."

 

Hikari didn't think much about it when the woman shortly raised the teen's arm up and let it down again a bit to the side. But her heart sped up when she felt something slowly closing in on her wrist.

 

This was going too far to keep her act up. She knew she should pull her hand away as long as she could, jump up and away from the table. But she didn't move; she was frozen to the padded table in fear and also excitement: As dangerous as this could become, a part of her was curious and eager too feel what the older woman would be doing with her. She could even feel a first slight wetness emerging, the closer the bounds that would soon trap her for good neared her sensitive skin.

 

But Ai interrupted her thoughts with a low hiss. "Hitomi! Cut it out!"

 

"Aww, you're no fun at all..." Hitomi answered, sounding like she was pouting. And with that, the so far only light pressure at the brunette's wrist was gone entirely.

 

The last few minutes went by rather uneventful. But as relaxing the massage should have been, Hikari remained tense. She just couldn't keep her mind of what the gentle hands still roaming her nude body could have done to her.

 

As much as she'd like to bury her lesbian - or rather bi-sexual - curiosity after the thing in the gym; as happy as she was with Toji, right now, she couldn't take her mind of the things an experienced woman could still teach her.

 

She wasn't sure if she should envy Asuka in that aspect. She knew that Major Katsuragi was... helping Shinji to dominate the luscious redhead. Sure, Asuka often complained about the vicious ideas of the devilish woman, but - aside maybe from the always upcoming no-sex rule - Hikari couldn't help but wonder how much her friend really despised the exciting torment and how much was just her usual denial to keep at least some dignity in front of "outsiders", despite her still fresh slave-status.

 

Would the Major accept if Hikari would offer herself for a night?

 

The idea really got her mind spinning. The Major - that title alone made the itch more nagging; a real, high rank that spoke of authority and she could already hear herself complying with "Yes, Major!", "Thank you, Major!", "Do with this slave as you wish, Major!".

 

Maybe Asuka would be there then as well, and the Major would make them play with each other. Asuka probably wouldn't be able to back out of kissing her if the Major made her do it, would she? Maybe they'd be tied together while the Major would take both of them at once with a special strap-on. Or they'd be tied in a 69 position, in a competition to make the other come first...

 

Her conscience again send a picture of Toji in her clouded mind. But then again, he could be there too, along with Shinji, couldn't he? The "winner" might get a good fuck from her Master, while the "loser" would have had her last orgasm for the night and be made to give ones to everyone else when not punished at the Major's hand.

 

"Well, what are we gonna do with them now? Wake them up?" Hitomi's voice brought Hikari out of the naughty thoughts again. She had barely realized that the wandering hands were gone. "The redhead seemed pretty feisty. Not exactly what I'd picture to be a morning person..."

 

"But we can't just let them sleep here for hours," Ai countered.

 

"Why not? We don't need the room at the moment and it's not like the chances are very high that we get more customers of their kind."

 

Ai sighed audible. "Think of others for once too! What if they have to be somewhere?"

 

"Don't think so. If you go into a beauty salon for a massage without an appointment, you'll usually have to take some waiting time into account," Hitomi argued. "Come on, we'll just leave them be for... say, half an hour. If they're not awake by then, we'll wake them."

 

"But if not? They could still take a look..."

 

"Then let them look. Geez, Hashi's much too fidgety about that." Ai didn't appear to answer, but Hitomi's groan told otherwise. "We- we'll leave the intercom on in case they wake up earlier and call for us. Not foolproof but as much as I'm going to compromise."

 

"I don't know..."

 

"Of course we could still just..." Hitomi started with a voice that send another knowing shiver down Hikari's spine, but she seemed to be cut off by another disagreeing glare. "Alright, alright, but come now, I really need a break. That lavender always makes me hungry for some res..."

 

The soft voice, as well as footsteps and rustling of satin faded and was finally cut off as the door fell shut behind... her? Them? Hikari still didn't dare to reveal that she was awake just yet. She wasn't sure how long she laid there quietly and listened for any indication that Ai or someone else was still with them in the room, or that Hitomi was even playing some kind of prank. But she only heard the soft breathing of her bench-neighbor.

 

So, sooner than might have been clever, curiosity got the better of her. She moved slowly at first, bringing her arms up and under her. Only then she heaved herself up, getting on her knees on the padded table, before finally pushing the mask/blindfold up to her forehead.

 

The brunette blinked, carefully opening her eyes. The room was brighter than she would have thought, but maybe it was just the sudden difference to the prior darkness. When her sight finally became clear again, she didn't have to look very far to find all her expectations proven right.

 

The room was apparently used as provisional storage during the renovations, so much was the whole act justified on that account. There was a king-sized bed, shoved into a corner and buried under cardboard boxes, likely filled with equipment from other rooms. Only one of the four large racks seemed to belong in here, which, as well as a few small tables, were overflowing with lotions and all kinds of sex toys of the kinky and even more kinky kind, ranging from simple dildos, over impressive sets of cuffs and chains, to some of the most menacing whips even she had seen so far. The room was big, so even with all of that in, it wasn't so cluttered that one had to watch his step, but it wasn't exactly spacey either.

 

The two "massage" tables, too, were obviously just temporarily stored here. And now Hikari could clearly see the wide bands of leather around her sprouting from it. Her fingers tentatively brushed over the black cuff that had been closing around her wrist earlier.

 

By no means she would call herself an expert on quality, but she had worn enough to tell that these would be very comfortable to wear even for longer periods with a soft lining on the inside, while featuring a sturdiness that made it close to impossible of stretching or even tearing the leather no matter how hard the captive would struggle. She couldn't quite see how they were connected to the table, only that they were directly attached to bind one without any slack; any kind of adjustment in size having to be made to the table itself. They were definitely not just sewn on though, which likely meant that the entire furniture was always designed with the bondage functions in mind. The buckle had no visible option for a lock, but was firmly crafted into the cuff, with many variations for the size, making it possible to make it as tight as needed. And once both arms would be bound at either side, locks would have been redundant anyway.

 

The freckled girl swallowed hard at the thought of being strapped into these for real, unable to move at all, completely at the whim of her Master... or whoever wanted her.

 

A glance over to the bench's twin made her heart beat a bit louder. Asuka was still asleep, lying on her belly, her nude form glistening from the oil used on her entire backside, from her shoulder down to her shapely legs. Nothing had been left out as Hikari could recall from her own treatment, not even the envying round globes of the pilot's ass. Asuka's head was turned into her friend's direction, the black mask covering her eyes, mouth slightly agape to hint at her perfectly white teeth. And most noticeably, for Hikari at least, the redhead's slender wrists and ankles were so temptingly close to their respective cuffs.

 

The pig-tailed class-rep threw a glance at the closed door and another at the speaker in the wall next to it. A small light indicated the active intercom Hitomi had mentioned, but it seemed far enough away to risk low sounds.

 

Swinging her legs over the table's edge, she silently stood up, her gaze fixed on the sleeping teen as she quietly stepped over to her. Hikari knew that this was the best chance she could get to come clear, or at least come close to come clear. She had to prove, at the very least to herself, that she wasn't below Asuka.

 

Just one cuff, she told herself. One cuff would already do wonders to her self-esteem. Restraining one limb would prove to herself that she could claim Asuka if she wanted to, at least for a while.

 

Biting her trembling lip, she reached out for the sleeping redhead's nearest arm. With only her fingertips, she brushed over the soft skin and faint hair, causing her own to stand up into goosebumps. She applied ever so light pressure to get a grip on the arm, glancing back and forth between Asuka's peaceful face and her soon-to-be captured wrist that she carefully navigated over to the open cuff. Gently, she put it down, placing it right in the cuff's middle before taking both of the leather band's ends with her shaky hands, guiding the free end through the metal buckle on the other.

 

A part of her was calling it cheating to do it while her friend was asleep, but the bad little girl beneath the thick strict class-rep exterior said: To hell with it! It was one thing to cheat out of laziness, but another to do it because there simply was no other visible way. It was just too natural for her to give up power to someone more dominant than her if he or she demanded - and Asuka definitely would, when given a choice.

 

So she watched the closing pin hovering over each hole before pulled to the next one closer to the cuff's base on the table.

 

Hikari's heart jumped as the slender hand suddenly twitched, fingers curling, just as she pulled the cuff taut around the smooth skin of Asuka's wrist. Had she been to careless after all and yanked it too fast, too tight? She was about to rush over to her table, but a nervous glance at the redhead's face calmed her a bit. Asuka still showed no sign of waking up.

 

Hastily, Hikari closed the buckle and fed the remaining leather band through the other end.

 

Breathless, she took a step back to admire the black band contrasting Asuka's white skin, trapping the pilot's left arm. The brunette still had her teeth on her lower lip, now to fight the silly grin she knew was forming on her face. She had actually managed the first step to subdue the red fury.

 

Of course she should stop now. She had her silent moment of triumph. Now she should free her friend and pretend nothing happened. At least that was what her conscience told her, as everything else would only risk that friendship.

 

But there was a much louder voice inside her that was almost entirely shutting that part of her conscience out. A voice that said that said that closing just one cuff and only imagining the rest wasn't enough after all. That it wouldn't really be enough if she would regard herself as equal to Asuka again if Asuka didn't as well.

 

She knew she should, but she couldn't stop now. She had to finish this. Regain that little bit of respect - not only for her in secret that she could never use to counter any of Asuka's teasing. No. Asuka had to know, too. And she could finally live out that fantasy...

 

While her mind was still in turmoil, she had already rounded the table with her redheaded prey, lying there like a sacrifice. And before she knew it, she was already cinching the second cuff close, taking the ability to free herself from Asuka.

 

A shudder of excitement rushed through Hikari's body as she realized that she really rendered her friend entirely helpless. Well, maybe not entirely, but Asuka had no chance of escaping on her own. And her remaining means to fight her captor... well, those could be taken care of, too.

 

Her heart still raced as she moved to bind the redhead's ankles as she had her wrists. But now it raced purely from excitement. The prior nervousness was gone almost entirely now that Asuka had little chance to retaliate. And soon enough, even that chance would be down to none.

 

At least the legs offered even less resistance to be bound tightly to the table with the cuffs on either side. As she buckled the last cuff close, Hikari made a curious discovery: The table's mid-part between the long splayed legs appeared to be detachable to open up the way for easy access to the most interesting area. A bit of fumbling on the underside and Hikari managed to undo the latches necessary to keep the padded piece part of the table. She carefully put the triangular shape down, revealing a direct path towards Asuka's shaved pussy, slightly pulled open by her parted legs.

 

The sight of the pink labia made Hikari's mouth water. Asuka had denied her that fantasy, only using it as another way to tease and ridicule her freckled slave of the time. So what if she was just like those horny boys lusting after the delicious redhead? When horny, gender doesn't make much difference.

 

Hikari didn't even think about whether or not to do it. She had wondered about Asuka's taste for so long and now that it was so close, now that she was in charge, there was no way she wouldn't take it. Her conscience made weak attempts to bring up questions of morale, that it might even be bordering on abusing her friend, but she already knelt down, resting her knees on the padded table piece she had just put down.

 

Her grin grew as she brought her hands up, framing Asuka's perfect cheeks, her palms and fingers running over the firm flesh, millimeters away. Hikari couldn't quite bring herself to touch it as if in fear to snap out of this dream as soon as she made contact, so her hands were only hovering over the hot skin before she dared to brush her fingertips ever so lightly over the smooth ass. It was real, alright.

 

Pulling herself closer, Asuka's own musky scent got unmistakable, stronger than the heavy lavender of the massage oil still lingering in the air. Her face near the inviting vulva, Hikari closed her eyes and took a deep whiff - until the tip of her nose bumped against Asuka's sensitive skin and the spell broke. For about a second.

 

When Asuka didn't react, the hunger quickly took over again. Licking her lips, Hikari decided it was time to finally wake her bound friend up for good. It seemed so odd, the position, the act wasn't so different to when Asuka made her kiss her ass, but with the roles of the dominant reversed, Hikari wasn't made to please, but taking what she wanted. Tongue extended, she closed the remaining space to the redhead's pussy, and finally... finally...

 

It was heaven.

 

Purely logical speaking, Asuka's taste wasn't anything overly special with some magical flavor on top. But after the long time of waiting, setbacks and having to overcome her own insecurity with a bit help of luck, that first lick alone, the first time her taste buds were overrun by the deep earthy aroma of Asuka's sacred insides was already more than satisfying.

 

It was also more than enough to make Asuka jerk in her bounds. "Hmn...? N-no' now, Sinsi, ples... 'm tir'd..."

 

Hikari had to stop, her tongue stuck between the depths of her friend's folds mid-lick, as she had to choke back a laugh. Asuka was actually thinking the mouth working on her belonged to Shinji? And whether her body reacted on that idea or on the continuing ministrations, Hikari's assaulting tongue was drenched in the increasing juices.

 

"S..sinji... Mas'a, pleaz..."

 

All the harder was it to restrain herself. She didn't want to make Asuka come, at least not that easily... and maybe she should make better use of her friend's disorientation before Asuka would be fully awake.

 

So, pushing her tongue as deep as she could, she gathered as much of the redhead's fluids as she could with the forth and likely last lick, ending in a lingering kiss on the reddening lips, trying to savor as much of the taste as possible.

 

She finally parted, chin wet with drool and pussy juices, and raised with a light squeeze on Asuka's firm ass, earning another sigh from the tied up slave girl. Hikari rubbed her thighs together, feeling her own pussy dripping. Maybe she should just find a double-ended strap-on and hump that delicious rump...

 

She energetically shook her head. That would really go a bit too far. Unless she could get Asuka more into the mood...

 

Rounding the table-piece with the redhead's outstretched left leg attached, Hikari's right hand slid over the shapely thighs as she neared the small side arm with the equally bound wrist on it. Running her fingers from the inner thigh to Asuka's crotch, before she wedged two of the digits back in the overflowing snatch.

 

"Ah-n!" Asuka moaned as she began to move them ever so lightly, while lowering herself onto the upturned palm. The redhead twitched in surprise at the sudden contact, her fingers curiously testing what she was feeling there.

 

"Sh-inji...?"

 

The freckled girl bit back a moan as Asuka traced through the curly bush of her pubic hair, tickling Hikari's highly sensitive skin with her fingertips. She ground her hips a bit to prevent her friend from finding the revealing slit too soon, directing her fingers where she wanted, using them to keep her own fire stirred while keeping up the light pumping of her own digits in her friend's warm snatch.

 

Hikari shook from ecstasy when one of Asuka's nails finally brushed over her swollen lips. The others quickly followed to explore that new discovery, and it seemed like the former college student still could quite figure out what she was touching there in her current state of mind. The class rep buckled under, barely able to contain herself as Asuka traced the slit over its length, her middle-finger wriggling in to explore the wet inside.

 

"Uh? Wait..."

 

The brunette's brown eyes suddenly snapped wide open, shooting at the console at the door. She had already forgotten about the intercom, and Asuka was about to figure out what was going on. And knowing the red fury, she'd be anything but quiet about it, alerting their two masseuses and whoever else.

 

"Un? Wha-? Misa... Wait, Hik-?" Hikari didn't give her the time to say more. As regrettable as it was, she slipped off the redhead's faintly probing fingers and stepped over to the head of the table, where she quickly grabbed a red ballgag of a nearby tray and silenced her friend by pressing it against her rosy lips.

 

Hikari smiled at seeing the bound girl - instinctively? - opening her mouth to accept the perforated ball. But the class rep pulled it away again, lightly pushing her finger against the opened lips instead: Just a reminder that the haughty slave was to remain quiet, otherwise Hikari could silence her for good - even if it wasn't the most desirable option.

 

She was a bit surprised that Asuka indeed remained silent, even though she was wrinkling her pointy nose, recoiling a bit. At first the class rep thought it was disgust for the situation she had found herself in upon waking, maybe even disgust for her (former?) friend. But then Hikari realized that the finger she had brought up was one of the two that had previously been inside Asuka's own pussy, still glistening with her juices. Smiling, she applied some pressure to get it between the closed lips.

 

Asuka had obviously no intention to taste herself and retreated more and more, lips welded firmly together, as much as Hikari followed with her hand, much to the frustration of the pig-tailed teen. Even with her limbs restrained, the well-trained pilot was still that flexible that she could bend her back way too far, almost thrusting out her breasts - more than enough space to evade, also to the sides. But as much as she looked, Hikari couldn't find any further cuff to bind the torso and/or head to the table as well. There was, however, something metal catching her eye, nudged between the main and head part of the table. Pulling a bit on it with her free hand, she revealed a shiny snap-hook, much to her pleasant surprise.

 

She acted without much planning. Unable to see with the thick black mask still covering her eyes, Asuka couldn't prepare when she brought her free hand up, pinching one of Asuka's exposed nipples hard. The sudden pain caught the redhead off-guard, breaking her fight for only a second, but that was enough for Hikari to slip a finger through the ring in the front of the red collar around Asuka's slender neck, pulling her startled friend back down and snapping the ring onto the hook. Not entirely aware of this newest addition to her bondage, the bound girl instantly tried to get up again, but blocked by her own collar, she only succeeded in painfully digging the leather band into her neck.

 

"Ah-nm!" Her low groan was immediately used by Hikari to push her wet fingers into the open mouth. Asuka huffed and wretched in her attempts to dislodge herself from the invaders, but with nowhere to go now, she had little success.

 

She braced herself for the inevitable, but to her surprise the pressure of closing teeth came much softer and hesitating than expected. Maybe Asuka still saw her enough as friend not wanting to hurt her. But maybe she was just well aware that it wouldn't get her anywhere.

 

Hikari couldn't blame her for trying. Asuka needed this kind of thing, proving to herself that even if she has no chance of winning, that she at least fought to the end. But that end was reached now.

 

It only took a short pinching of the pointy nose, a so simple yet efficient reminder of who was in charge now, for her to release the brunette's fingers. Hikari had no intention of pulling them out just yet though. Knowing first hand how important praise was, not to mention how good it felt, she gently patted the redhead with her free hand for "being a good girl". Asuka shuddered in her bonds - naturally, this type of affection made it all the more humiliating to her.

 

Not fearing a sudden loss of her fingers, Hikari's brown eyes became fixed on the glossy lips around them as she slowly started to move them back and forth. She didn't bother fighting the upcoming image of a hard dick gliding between the rosy wet flesh instead, the image of the haughty Asuka worshiping a man's cock. Although it would usually be Shinji's, since she hadn't seen it, it was Toji's in her mind, which she knew had been in that place once as well.

 

It was kind of unfair that even he got to see (and feel) more of that side of Asuka, while she only got to witness a glance here and there and hear some tidbits now and then. Asuka devotedly giving head would surely be a sight to see.

 

Her fingertips playing with the captive's tongue, Hikari just watched her friend jerking and listened to her huffing and groaning. The brunette's smile widened at this display of helplessness. A little tug in the left corner of the invaded mouth and eventually, after already revealing the set of white teeth, Asuka's head followed, little choice on the matter.

 

"Mmm!" the bound pilot protested as Hikari tested the other angles as well, directing her right, pulling her up, before pushing her down again. It was kind of childish, that much the class rep knew, but that didn't stop her from fooling around with her confined friend, changing the pattern as she liked - simply because she could.

 

The intoxicating feeling of control surged through her, seemingly straight to her crotch where it fueled the already burning fire. And she wanted to fuel it more. The itch was tickling again, enough to become irritating again and it became hard to stand still. What started with rubbing her thighs against each other became small steps, first on the spot then to the side.

 

Finally, she actually started walking around the table, fingers still hooked into the inside of Asuka's cheek, dragging her unwilling head along. But eventually, the unyielding leather of the red collar prevented any further progress, digging into the pale neck as Asuka's sharp wails made very clear; the snap-hook holding her fast to the table.

 

However, Hikari didn't really want to let go already, but of course her itch was anything but scratched as well. Standing about the height of her bound friend's waist, the brunette bit her lower lip to keep her grin in check as a new idea formed to relieve the tickling with some good rubbing.

 

Placing one knee onto the soft padding, she heaved herself up, swung the other leg over and straddled the nude body beneath her. She hovered over the helpless form for a moment to make sure she was steady, brushing her smooth legs against Asuka's immobilized ones that twitched in response, unable to do anything else as realization set in.

 

"Uh-nn..."

 

Asuka gave a low grunt as Hikari lowered herself on the small of the pilot's back. Maybe it were just her own heightened senses in sensitive areas, but the heat the redhead vixen's nubile body emitted was immense. She hissed in pleasure as her engorged folds pressed down on the source of heat between her thighs, spreading some of her leaking wetness over Asuka as she brushed herself ever so slightly against her friend, enough to get some relief.

 

Hikari breathed heavily in rhythm of her sensual movement of her hips as she contemplated getting more than that, rubbing her pussy all over Asuka's secured body, giving her a very special massage. However, the table wasn't big and the brunette not flexible enough to do something like that without becoming awkward or even making her slip off and land uncomfortably on the floor. And making herself the receiving end of a cheap slapstick number didn't exactly ooze dominance.

 

But Asuka had so desperately want a massage, so she was going to get one she wouldn't forget so soon anyway.

 

Her free hand trailing over the soft skin, still shining oily from the earlier treatment, Hikari watched the goosebumps forming and even more so felt the shudder below her at the light touch of her fingers as they moved over the captive's shoulder blades and down her spine until the class rep reached her own melting pot.

 

Throwing her head back, she barely kept from screaming out at the jolt the contact of her fingers against her lower lips caused in her crotch. She felt the mask on her forehead slip a bit at the sudden motion, but not enough to make her bother about it as she squeezed the middle finger between Asuka's flesh and herself, running it up her slit, scooping up her flowing juices.

 

Once her hand was sopping wet, Hikari started to move her open palm over Asuka's back, trying to keep a not too painful pressure yet firm enough pressure that the redhead was bound to feel it. And judging by the groans escaping the distorted mouth.

 

Sure enough though, she didn't even manage to reach a quarter of the bound beauty's back before she ran out of pussy juice - doing this with one hand wasn't really the most effective way if she wanted to coat Asuka entirely with the obscene fluids. So she finally freed Asuka's mouth, wiping the saliva-drenched fingers on her cheek on the way out.

 

Asuka instantly turned her head into a more comfortable position.

 

"Hikari, I swea-" Of course, the feisty pilot also instantly forgot about being quiet, obviously still far from happy about the situation. That forced Hikari to remind her by quickly placing a finger against her lips - a finger of her other hand though, still reeking of her juices. She had to stifle a giggle at Asuka's disgusted huff.

 

"Shh," she hushed, trying to sound as soothing as possible and to get Asuka to relax at least a bit as she now slid with both of her hands down the slender back. Hikari tried to squeeze both at once under her, but she ended up only terribly teasing herself, brushing mostly against the sensitive skin of her upper thighs at the junction of her crotch. She didn't stop right away - why should she, when rubbing palms and dancing fingers kept fueling such a sweet frustratingly tickle in her loins - but it wasn't quite the way to go with her task.

 

But as she finally removed her hands to spread the little yield she had gained over her luscious captive, she remembered that she had yet another source to tap. Reaching behind her with one hand, she took her time to slide over the soft buttock, unable to resist digging her fingers into the supple flesh. Of course that got Asuka to buckle beneath her, protesting with an annoyed grunt

 

- which was instantly replaced by a sharp gasp, when the class rep found the captive's snatch. And a bit to Hikari's surprise, she found it already more wet than she had anticipated. Naturally, Asuka started to squirm all the more, obviously trying to escape the touch.

 

Not that Hikari minded, quite the contrary. She could see Asuka's fists straining against the cuffs, her feet kicking and pulling as if she were attempting to crawl away, but tight as the black straps they were around her wrists and ankles, there was no way to slip out. Not gaining an inch from the cuffs, she of course had no chance to get away from the brunette's fingers playing with her defenseless sex, running along the folds, pulling them apart to ultimately wriggling the tip into the twitching tunnel.

 

As for Hikari, she could hardly complain, having the wild red mare bucking and jerking under her. She could feel the redhead's muscles working, tensing against her legs and groin, and the soft cushion of Asuka's butt pushing against her own in rhythm with the slow pumping penetration. Asuka obviously tried to hold back, but a gasp and moan escaped her clenched teeth every so often, much to her friend's delight.

 

It got even better when, after a last twitch upon Hikari eventually pulling away, a humiliated whimper, as low as it was, escaped Asuka when her freckled rider let that now throughout wet hand fall onto her back with an audible splat. Soon joined by the one that had been gathering Hikari's own juices, the pig-tailed girl resumed her massage, kneading the "oil" into her friend, altering between using only the balls on the way up and the whole hands on the way down her back until she ran out again.

 

Eliciting two simultaneous moans as she reached into her refill stations, Hikari let her gaze wander over the restrained body before her, heaving from Asuka's increasingly heavy breathing, sweat mixing with the massage oil and natural lubricants. While she was twisting her fingers inside the tight snatches, her eyes fell on Asuka's ample bosom, peeking out at the sides from being squashed by the redhead's own weight. The sight suddenly made her aware of her own, so far much too neglected breasts, having been overshadowed by her yearning of her pussy. Which was a bit of a surprise though, seeing how erect her nipples were, begging for attention. Biting her lip with a grin, a new idea formed in her mind and she extracted herself from the two twats.

 

A light flicker against the rock-hard nub of her brown nipple was already enough to send a burst of pleasure through her chest. Using a single finger on each, she played with the little pebbles crowning her modest tits, rotating them softly until the pleasure became bearable. Only then she took hold of her breasts, kneading Asuka's and her own juices into them.

 

While not as endowed as her friend, she never really felt insecure about her own bust. Toji seemed pretty happy with them, given the amount of time he spend fondling and playing with them, licking, kissing and sometimes even lightly biting, and he already got some paizuri. Even more importantly for her though, they did everything they needed to - while not as sensitive to make her come on their own, they could easily get her juices running. Though she didn't intend to do that by hand this time.

 

So not too much later, her palms slowly slid down her body, from her chest to her taut stomach, heaving with excitement, further to her hips and eventually venturing on to Asuka without losing the touch of heated skin once. While her hands crept over the redhead's waist, spreading out to her sides, Hikari started to carefully lean forward.

 

Asuka jerked in surprise as Hikari placed the first kiss on her spine, her wet lips lingering for a second on the embalmed skin before moving upwards. The brunette left a trail of almost chaste pecks, tasting Asuka's mixed flavors, while her hands reached the redhead's chest, squeezing them under her to take a hold of the generous mammaries, hard nubs poking against her palms, gaining another unwilling moan in response.

 

Wiping the red mane aside with her face, she bared the collared neck, continuing to kiss her way up the presented skin, just when her own erect nipples brushed over Asuka's back. She rubbed them against the soft surface, rocking back and forth, slowly descending until she was almost lying on top of her friend. Her mouth had meanwhile found Asuka's neckline, moving over the heavily blushing cheek towards the ear.

 

The feeling was incredible, being so close to her, sharing their heat skin to skin. Hikari guessed it was quite a lewd sight it: Her nibbling on the huffing captive's ear, her hot breath invading it, her tongue darting inside now and then, running along the curves; her fingers digging into the supple tits and pushing her own against the smooth back, while her hips were humping the redhead's in a slow steady rhythm. She wasn't sure if it really looked as sensual and erotic as she imagined it, but it certainly felt that way and that was all that really mattered to her flaming libido.

 

Her nose teasingly brushed against the band of the mask that kept Asuka blind, but of course without granting the obvious wish to lose it. She knew from experience how much the total darkness increased the feeling of vulnerability, unable to see what was being done to you, but she also knew how much could enhance the other senses, especially touches becoming all the more electrifying and exciting.

 

Hikari still remembered her friend's two nipples poking against her back, but that had been just a faint touch. She wondered what it'd feel the soft breasts sensually caressing her skin with slow movements, painting the slick surface with the previously administered juices like a perverted brush. She dug her fingers into the supple flesh in her hands, kneading more testingly as she considered Asuka's breasts... or what about Major Katsuragi's almost intimating set...? She almost felt envious that her friend could feel this right now.

 

That made her kind of wonder though - was she still trying to dominate Asuka, using her for her own pleasure, to get even again, or was she rather actually trying to please Asuka after all? But then again, did it really matter? Quite the contrary even, she knew well enough that giving her the ultimate pleasure could be the definite sign for absolute dominance - a hefty bill for a new mobile phone attested to that.

 

A wide grin fleshed her teeth while softly biting the redhead's earlobe a last time, before regretfully letting go of Asuka's tits, though not without a last pinching of the nipples, before sitting back up again. And once more, Hikari reached behind her.

 

"Nna-ah..."

 

The tremors of Asuka's shuddering rippled through her as well as she eased her middle and ring finger into the tight hole of the defenseless pussy, so lubricated that the digits slipped in without much effort. She didn't wait long to build up a slow rhythm, no, she started pumped them in and out right away, satisfyingly noticing the blush forming on Asuka's skin at the very wet slopping sound the rapid movement elicited from her pussy.

 

"Hah- ah aah Ah AHNN!"

 

It was actually more by accident than anything else that Hikari's pinky first poked against the redhead's swollen clit, having left its protective hood to take a curious look at what was causing the amazing feelings. The first time wasn't planned - the following ones certainly were. It wasn't quite easy, but she kept aiming at that tender spot with every rapid trust inside, pushing, nudging, flicking the small love button.

 

While focusing on Asuka's, Hikari's free hand had wandered almost on its own towards her own cunt, idly rubbing along the length of her slit, not entering, not even really playing, running on autopilot just to give her fingers something to do. So she rode her bucking mare, thrashing more and more in her bonds as she drove her on.

 

"ssssss...."

 

At first Hikari thought Asuka was hissing, but then the redhead got louder and faster the more she pumped into the defenseless pussy. "...stopstopstopStopSTOP..."

 

Even without the frantic... beg...? demand...? Hikari could tell her friend was getting close. Her whole body quivering, going into spasms even, the bound hands, so desperate to get free, grasping the thin air in search for anything to hold on to.

 

There was a part of Hikari that wanted to grant her friend's wish, let her save at least some face before suffering this absolute humiliation of a forced orgasm. But somehow, she just couldn't find herself to stop. She had already gone past the point of no return, having taken a turn onto a one-way speedway of sadistic pleasure. She wanted to see Asuka humiliated. And instead of ceasing, she rather increased her efforts, concentrating less on the rapid thrusting and rather on the engorged nub of the clit, no longer teasing, but outright attacking. After all, wouldn't it be an even bigger torment not to let her come, so close to the goal?

 

She was still in conflict though - not for Asuka's sake, but the redhead's uttering, by now pretty much reduced to chocked-out word pieces and groans, still grew in intensity, and in the back of her mind, Hikari nervously remembered the intercom. Maybe it would be the best to stop after all... but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Her hand stuck to Asuka's pussy as if it was the only place it belonged, moving as though on its own will.

 

If anything, the possibility of getting caught only added to the thrill of playing with Asuka's velvet insides, like a perverted game of chicken, seeing how far she could go, how much she could risk. Despite not being stimulated herself, she found herself breathing heavily in rhythm with her captive's nearing climax, excitement surging through her as though she was about to explode any second herself.

 

And she did, in a way.

 

"Stah- aah- aah- Aaah- AAMMMMPH!" Feeling Asuka tensing, Hikari's own adrenaline burst through, letting her free hand shot forward, clamping tightly over the redhead's mouth in a split second.

 

"MMM! Mmmm! Mmmm..."

 

Asuka threw her head from side to side as she rode out her orgasm, but Hikari held on, unwilling to let any revealing sound pass. The brunette waited until her friend's tension ceased, slowly calming down and her breathing finally became regular if still quickened, before she extracted her fingers from the sopping wet cunt, earning a last muffled, tired grunt from the exhausted teen. She spread the gathered juices over Asuka's bum on her hand's way back, no longer with any malicious intend, but rather caressing the smooth flesh in a relaxing manner.

 

Only then, Hikari slowly removed her other hand from Asuka's mouth. The redhead remained quiet though, drool running freely down her chin, also sticking to Hikari's palm. The class rep took care to wipe that off on Asuka's back as she carefully slid down, lifting her friend of her weight. She kept that hand on her as she stepped to the head of the table, gently stroking the bound girl's backside, almost like rewarding a pet for a very special and hard task.

 

Yes, she deserved a reward. As did Hikari.

 

So she crouched down as she reached her destination, her hands brushing the disheveled hair out of Asuka's face as she got on eye level to her. Of course her eyes, basically the whole upper half of her face was still covered by the black mask, bringing all the more focus to the pointy nose, and especially that luscious mouth that now drew her closer and closer. Yes, those wonderful lips, slightly parted as Asuka still tried to regulate her breathing. She could already feel that breath, almost feel the touch, just a little...

 

"No..." Asuka's uttered word hit Hikari like a slap. A mere word, barely above a whisper as it passed the exhausted redhead's lips, yet it held the power of a deafening yell to the class rep's ears. "Not that. Anyth... no-not that."

 

Hikari's lips quivered, so close that they were already almost brushing against Asuka's; hurt and disappointment from yet another rejection gnawing at her. Here she had her, bound, blind, completely helpless and humiliated - and yet she still defied her, denying her a simple kiss. But there was some resignation too. After all, it wasn't entirely unexpected. And she still had something else to be taken care of...

 

She rose in an instant, hands still at the sides of Asuka's head... she pushed her crotch against the unexpecting face. Sure enough, the college graduate didn't need long to figure out what that against her mouth was, instantly trying to avert her head.

 

"Foffeft!"

 

Forget it? Oh no, no, none of that. It was "anything" just a few moments ago. And she really deserved her own orgasm after all the work.

 

So Hikari just repeated the earlier successful tactic and reached to pinch the redhead's nose. The renewed lack of air had an instant effect, mostly concerning the full reawakening of the captive's fighting spirit.

 

She could see Asuka's clenched fists straining against the thick belts pinning her to the table, but of course they held fast. The redhead's exceptional condition as well as her unrelenting pride, still far from broken despite all the earlier humiliation allowed her to keep kicking and struggling against her bonds for at least half a minute, until she finally calmed down and accepted the futility of her hope of escaping. Hikari could picture the blue orbs behind the blindfold clenching in resignation.

 

And finally, the class rep felt a faint touch against her pussy lips, catapulting her almost instantly to a new high. The redhead's probing tongue moved slow and hesitating, and Asuka didn't make much attempt to move it up and down over the length of her friend's slit, let alone apply any pressure to wriggle it inside the moist tunnel. But that was hardly a surprise.

 

Still, even that light poking was almost enough to make Hikari come on the spot. Not for that little bit of stimulation. It was because of the knowledge that she had actually succeeded to make Asuka do it. For once she had rendered this beautiful foreign idol helpless to her whim. For once, the mighty and proud Second Child took a place below her. Asuka was her captive. Her prisoner. Her slave.

 

And she was in power.

 

Yes, a power-rush was probably best to describe what was surging through her, driving her mindless lust on while her upper brain functions surrendered to her libido one by one. It had been a thrill to bind Asuka, to play with her helpless form, but that was nothing compared to getting her to take an active role in her submission.

 

Hikari's fingers left Asuka's nose, moving to dig into the red tresses as she ground herself against the working tongue, doing her best to keep the sigh of pleasure escaping her as low as possible, already unable to suppress it entirely.

 

Even if that got harder and harder with every second of the "coaxed" stimulation of her neither lips by Asuka's pink muscle. The brunette shook her head, her pigtails flaying from side to side, as she desperately tried to keep the pleasure in check, but to little avail. Hikari couldn't tell whether it were her juices or the redhead's drool she felt running down her thighs - probably both.

 

She could feel Asuka's nose scrunching against her pelvis, because of the act, because of the taste or because the pubic hair in her face was tickling her, Hikari didn't really care at the moment, it just made the thing even hotter.

 

Her fingers curled around the red locks, and judging by Asuka's occasional grunts probably even pulling the tresses as she jerked in ecstasy, but she could only take notice on a subconscious level. She focused on directing the redhead's tongue over her slit, giving her friend a good taste of her flowing womanly essence. The soft muscle quivered against her sensitive flesh, adding a slight vibration to the sexual mix, but it never retreated, much to her bliss. Occasionally, it would go astray from its engorged vertical track, however, even the teasing of those cooling licks over her burning skin fueled her passion. And sometimes, when it'd go a little further up, poking against the little nub that long made its way out of its protective hood...

 

"Hah hah ha- AH AAH!"

 

Ah, to hell with the caution! It didn't matter if they'd hear them, if they'd find them, if they'd see them. Let them come, let them see the show of their life! "Come and see the mighty Second Child, bound and subdued, eating the strict class rep's pussy!" And most importantly, let her come!

 

Suddenly Hikari fought for her balance, almost toppling over. It didn't really make a difference if that just now actually happened, an involuntary reaction or actually on purpose, or if her overstimulated senses just told her it had. All that mattered was the faint feeling of Asuka's tongue moving, as if trying to push deeper, as if trying to taste more of her friend. Or at least that was how Hikari's clouded mind interpreted it. There was no way she could actually be getting into it, was there?

 

The question didn't really bother her however, not in the slightest. The shockwave was already surging through her, numbing her for a couple of seconds, before the explosion hit. She screamed out as that blast of ecstasy knocked her back, her spine arched, her eyes closed as she faced the ceiling. It was a good thing she was still holding on to the redhead's mane, otherwise she might have fallen over as she stood there, uncontrollably shaking as she came all over Asuka's face; no doubt giving her quite a drink, judging by the gargling sounds.

 

She wasn't sure how long it took until the stars before her eyes ceased there dancing and vanished as she gradually calmed down from her height. As she opened them again, however, it was still dark. She felt the slight pressure over her lids, only then realizing that her own mask must have been slipped from her forehead when she had wildly thrown her head around. So she reached up, her arm being seized in midair, wrestled to her back along as well as the other, both wrists being encircled by the cold steel of handcuffs clicking close.

 

Wait, what?

 

"H-hey, wha- ?!" That was as far as she got before a strong hand grabbed her jaw, holding it open. Everything happened so fast, she didn't even realize what hit her in the daze of her afterglow. The rubber ball easily slipped behind her teeth, filling her mouth before the one behind her let go to take the gag's straps, feeling them digging into her cheeks as they were drawn around her head, the metal buckle harshly pressing against the back as it was pulled close.

 

The previous bliss was instantly wiped out of her body as the confusion vanished along with the endorphins in her system and the grave reality of the situation finally hit. Those definitively weren't feminine hands, so these weren't their kinky masseuses just wanting to join the fun a bit. Her initial worries hadn't been just paranoia at all. As crazy as they had seemed, they had come true.

 

She was being abducted. These men must have planned this all along after all and were now collecting their price that had been stupid enough to freely wander in.

 

"MMMH!"

 

Hikari had been bound often enough to know it wouldn't do her any good to struggle. In a last, fleeting hope of these guys being more of amateurs than she feared, she brushed her thumb along the steel cuffs in search of a safety release but of course she found none. So even if she could free herself from the grip, she couldn't possibly escape the tight cuffs keeping her wrists behind her back. Without her hands, she couldn't take off the blindfold. Without her sight, it was close to impossible to run to the door, open if it necessary, through the hall, and even more doors until she was out and able to get help without tripping, running into something and/or being caught again in a matter of seconds.

 

But emotions rarely listened to knowledge, and panic fueled her muscles to strain against her assailant as she was dragged back, the man's arms around her waist, not even bothering to resist the temptation to grope one of her breasts as he pulled her against him.

 

"Hi-Hikari?" Asuka tiredly called, nervousness noticeable in her voice. "Hikari wha- Mmph?! MM!"

 

A sob passed through the brunette's gag, the dread and disgust in the pits of her stomach being amplified by guilt as she heard Asuka suffering a similar fate, the redhead audible thrashing in the restrains that held her secured to the table, angry grunts being muffled by a gag of her own. It was her fault that her friend was caught. Sure, it had been Asuka who had insisted on going, but the rest...

 

They probably wouldn't have had much trouble to overwhelm a normal girl like herself, but Asuka would have been another matter, being well trained and with combat experience. She wouldn't have gone down without a fight. But no, her "friend" had taken that possibility from her. Stupid selfish Hikari couldn't think of anything but herself and rendered the redhead helpless, serving these people the Second Child on a silver platter. Thanks to her, Asuka couldn't even see what was coming while she herself was too caught up in her orgasm to notice.

 

And as horrible as their future might become from now on, it was even worse, as they might not even have much of a future anymore. There hadn't been an Angel attack for quite a while, but who was to say they weren't just taking a short pause and return eventually? Without Asuka there to fight and protect them... she might just have doomed the entire humanity out of her egoism.

 

Feeling her captor's fingers roughly kneading her breast, she almost wished it would happen right then.

 

That was until he spoke up. "Well, well, we made quite the surprising catch here, didn't we?"

 

"U-uhn, I guess," his "accomplice" replied a bit uncomfortable from Asuka's side.

 

Hikari's body sagged with a sigh, utmost relief washing the adrenaline away and she could also hear Asuka calming with a groan. Those idiots! They sure gave her the scare of her life. At least now she no longer felt sickened by the perverted hold, knowing that this was her pervert. He did seem oddly agitated though...

 

And then it hit her. While she no longer had to worry for her life or at least her body and soul, she was far from being out of trouble and a different kind of fear returned. It wasn't the realization that Shinji saw her like this, the second male who ever did since she had grown old enough to become aware of her body - even though it did bring a heavy blush upon her skin.

 

The problem was that they saw what she had just done. It was bad enough to imagine what Shinji would be thinking of her now. But... Toji...

 

"Well, the two of us will leave you guys alone for a while and have a little talk," her master announced, bringing his other hand, now free that he hadn't to hold her anymore, up to her hair, using it to roughly pull her head backwards, bringing her ear closer to his mouth. "Won't we, slave?"

 

He didn't wait for a reply - it wouldn't have been more than a whimper through the gag anyway - and spun her around, the sudden motion likely to make her stumble and fall hadn't it been for his grip on her arm. "See ya later, Shinji!"

 

An absent "Yeah..." was his only reply, accompanied by the sound of skin sliding over skin and a low muffled groan from Asuka, leaving it to Hikari's imagination which part of the redhead's body was being stimulated. She had no chance of listening for more though, as she was already been pulled forward, out of the room, hearing the door fall shut behind her.

 

Hikari shivered as she was dragged over the hallway, partially because of the cold floor beneath her feet as well as the air that was noticeably chillier than in the room. But her skin as well felt terribly hot as she felt herself blushing in shame. As far as their games had already gone, they had never played in public and while it was unlikely to pass by their classmates or families within the walls of a sex-establishment, she still felt how very much she suddenly was in the open. Even though the hall was likely empty, she could still sense dozens of eyes staring at her naked form, the steel circles fastened around her wrist preventing her instincts from covering her breasts and crotch.

 

Having not only her body, but her sexuality so exposed made her feel utmost humiliated - yet she couldn't help thinking that this humiliation was also kind of exciting. However, it did little to calm that other feeling in her guts and the silence of her master didn't help either as he pulled her along.

 

Of course, it actually took only a few steps until he briefly stopped them to open another door, ushering her in. The smell of wet paint assaulted her nostrils, further affirming the renovations going on, as they were probably in one of the rooms whose furniture was moved to the "massage room".

 

"Ya know, it was quite a surprise," Toji began as he maneuvered her around, "First the two of you just wander off on your own and while we're looking for you, who's calling, telling us a NERV pilot and her friend happened to stroll into his parlor? Kensuke's cousin Hashi."

 

He stopped, moving behind her and grabbing her hand to hold it steady as she felt the key being inserted. A second later the pressure around that wrist eased, before vanishing completely. She knew better than to use that freedom to undo gag or blindfold while he repeated this with her other hand though.

 

Sure enough, he didn't let go of that arm, pulling it up while pushing her backwards until she ended up in a diagonal position when she felt the metal steps of a ladder pressing against her back.

 

"I don't know about you, but I certainly couldn't afford all our toys at full price," he continued while using some unseen rope to tie her arm to the ladder at the height of her head, the second following soon. "But I could get a some discounts via Hashi, so I got to know him well enough in the past months and vice versa of course. So he had a pretty good idea of who you two are and was nice enough to offer us to surprise you a bit with taking over your... massage."

 

"But", he cinched the knot tight, causing an involuntary grunt from her, "it was us who were in for quite a surprise as we came and watched you going at it."

 

"So now, little slave," he announced, pushing her head forward to undo the straps of the gag, "we're gonna have a little Q&A!"

 

Guilt squeezed the words out as soon as the blocking ball left her teeth. "Toj- Master, I-"

 

A sharp slap against her thigh instantly shut her up. "Silence!" Toji ordered. "I said we're gonna have a Q&A, not a 'slave goes against the basic rules and speaks on her own'!"

 

Another apology made its way to her tongue, but she forced to keep it in. That far from helped her already clenching stomach.

 

"So," Toji began, "how long is this going on behind your Master's back?"

 

"It... it was just the second time!"

 

"Oh, just the second time, eh?! So it did happen before already?"

 

Hikari's throat suddenly felt much drier. "Yes..."

 

There was a longer pause after that admission. Unable to see, Hikari strained to hear for any kind of reaction, but she could only make out some shuffling as he likely walked back and forth - and a suppressed sigh escaping through his nostrils.

 

"What happened then?"

 

She wet her quivering lips. "Toji, please..."

 

"Tell me!"

 

The rather quite tine of his command troubled her. At least it would certainly be easier if he would be shouting. Anger provided a bigger hope for forgiveness than sadness and disappointment.

 

Swallowing the forming lump in her throat, Hikari started to tell him about that day in the gym, how Asuka had wanted her to film her masturbating for Shinji, how the redhead had gotten her to undress as well, how she hadn't been able to concentrate and how Asuka had used that to talk her into being her slave for the time, making her worship her feet and ass, and how she had ultimately ended up tied on the pommel horse and her own mobile phone making her come.

 

"Since then she never took me fully serious anymore," she concluded her retelling. "That... that just now... I only wanted to make things even again. But... I guess it kind of went out of hand..."

 

"Why couldn't you concentrate?"

 

"Huh?" She hadn't heard much of her Master during her story, other than his heavy breathing, so his question caught her off-guard.

 

"Why couldn't you concentrate when you were supposed to be filming her? If you wouldn't have felt anything, it shouldn't have been that much of a problem."

 

Hikari felt like whimpering. Naturally, she had kept a few details out of her telling, and her previous fantasies about the redhead were definitely part of those.

 

"And the way you were going at it here..." he continued before she could answer. "Don't try to fool me, you wanted to do these things for quite some time!"

 

"Yes..." There it was, the single word that, as softly as it was spoken, would cost her the boy she loved, telling the bitter truth of her being attracted to someone else than him. Now he would surely...

 

"Her domming you or you domming her?"

 

Huh?

 

"Huh?"

 

"Ha-have you rather been thinking of her dominating you like that first time or you dominating her like now? Both maybe?"

 

Confused, she tried to turn to him, ears compensating for the blindfolded eyes. "I-I usually fantasized about her being my slave, but..."

 

"But you wondered what it'd be like beneath her too, eh? Imagined her in a tight dominatrix outfit, cruelly whipping your bound body while you beg for release?"

 

"Wha-? N-no! I just wondered what she'd taste like, but that's not..."

 

"Yeah, that's not how you want it, eh? You'd rather have her taut body tightly secured so she can't deny her slutty cunt to you, unable to do anything but squirm at your tongue."

 

Actually, it was Hikari who was uncomfortably squirming in her bonds at the moment. Just what was it with these questions? And what was...?

 

"T-tell me, what was it like to render her helpless? Did you like it? D-did you enjoy playing with her while she couldn't do a thing about it?"

 

"Y-yes..." She must have been redder than her victim's hair by now. And that sound...

 

"Nn, I bet... I bet you did. I guess I don't have to ask if you loved her eating you out. What a sight that was, you humping her face on your way to heaven as she was working on your puss!"

 

It sounded like he was... Was he...

 

Fapping?

 

The tension instantly vanished, Hikari finding herself between a relieved sigh and a groan. She should have known her pervert-boyfriend better to think he could be anything but turned on at the thought of his girlfriend making some same-sex experiments. Rather than asking her to leave because of her cheating, he would have likely asked to join them instead. And maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, the two slaves being caught pleasuring each other, but still not stopping even as they're getting tied up by the enraged master who proceeds to take turns on them...

 

With the heavy cloud of guilt that had lingered over her lifting, the usual effects of being naked and bound with her clearly stimulated master started to kick in full force. Her thighs already started to move towards each other on their way to ease the growing itch.

 

But a light slap against her inner leg stopped that motion in an instant.

 

"Please..." she plead whispering, but if he heard he ignored it. It became more and more apparent that he wasn't just ravishing her for a reason, though it was hard to fathom why he'd rather masturbated than to take her nubile body.

 

"T-tell me, would you... have fucked her? Ya know, w-with a dildo... or better yet, a strap-on? Eh? Eh? Humping the shit out of that helpless rump?"

 

Hikari's eyes went downward behind the blindfold, remembering that this perverted thought had indeed crossed her mind. "Y-yes," she almost whimpered.

 

What was worse at the moment however, she could feel Toji's closeness now, hear the slick sound of him rapidly stroking the length of his thick hard manhood. And even though it hasn't been too long since she had an earth-shattering orgasm at the talented tongue of the bound redhead, she desperately longed for the meat rod to enter her.

 

"What... what about the o-other way round?" She could feel his breath now on her skin as he spoke. "Would you have her have her way with you?"

 

"I-I guess..."

 

"Y-you two riding a double-ended dildo?"

Hearing him rapidly increasing the speed of him stroking his dick, oh-so near her hungry twat, Hikari strained against the ropes that held her in the uncomfortable position, squirming as the frustration grew. "Yes!"

 

"Your bodies, your tits mashing together in the process while you make out?!"

 

"YES!"

 

"GOD!" Without more than that as warning, he finally did ram himself into her - but all hopes for a good fucking were instantly lost as she felt him shooting his load inside her channel. "God, baby, you never cease to amaze me..." he breathlessly whispered into her ear. "But you still need to be punished for not telling, so that orgasm you got from Soryu will be that last you got for a week. Understood?"

 

Hikari winced at the order, which seemed all the more of a punishment with her still so stimulated, not the least his still hard cock buried inside her, twitching. But of course she understood the implication: No orgasm meant no orgasm, not even when he wasn't there to check if she was masturbating. So it also meant no rubbing herself off on his dick, as tempting as it was.

 

"Yes," she finally muttered. As result, she felt Toji's hands at the sides of her face. She blinked heavily at the bright light of the room as he pushed her blindfold up again. When her eyes gotten used at the sudden change, she saw the smiling face of her master, just as it moved closer to hers before he placed a loving kiss on her lips.

 

She tried to return the contact as much as she could, to savor it, but of course he broke away all too soon, still keeping his smile. "Good girl!"

 

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It wasn't much later that Toji pulled his pants back up and untied her, replacing the handcuffs behind her back. The blindfold went off for good, in came a leash that was clipped to her collar that was used to lead her back.

 

As they came back to the massage room, there didn't seem to be much of a difference since they left. Asuka's naked form was still strapped to the table, blindfold and gag still in place. Shinji didn't look unnatural either, being also fully dressed as he stood behind her. But there were quite tell-tale signs that the two - or at least Shinji - hadn't been idle in the meantime either.

 

Both were heavily breathing and sweaty, evident especially on Asuka's flushed skin. The cheeks of her ass seemed a bit redder than the rest, but that might have been an optical illusion.

 

What certainly wasn't was Asuka's broad post-orgasmic smile around the ball parting her mouth, while her master tenderly using some tissues to wipe her crotch, without a doubt to clean the remains of their actions.

 

"...so beautiful, I just couldn't resist," they could hear him telling her until he noticed them entering. "Oh, you're done already?"

 

"Mmh?" His words made Asuka raise her head in wonder.

 

"Ah, wait!" Shinji told her, dropping the soaked tissue on the tray and walking over to her head. He slid up her blindfold, causing the redhead to jerk her head away with a groan at the light, now certainly blinding after being in the dark so long. Her grumpy reaction, like a certainly non-morning person being rudely awakened, got a snicker from the watching jock. Shinji still managed to get a hold of the buckle to her ballgag, undoing the straps and finally pulling the saliva-drenched ball past her teeth, sliding from her lips.

 

Only then she regarded the two newcomers through squinted eyes. And one could see the comprehension kicking in again by the way the redhead's features darkened, just before she averted her face again, actually seeming to press her naked form even further against the black cushion of the table under their stares. Likely especially Toji's lustful one.

 

Hikari wondered if she shouldn't be worried about that, also given his earlier ideas. But she knew that it actually was Shinji, whom the brunette noticed to her comfort, was trying her best not to stare at her own nude, bound body, who showed the unusual behavior for a male teenager here. And given all that happened, especially that day, she probably hadn't much of a say in this matter anyway.

 

"Now that you all had your fun, would someone mind to untie me?" Asuka muttered grumpily, tugging demonstratively at her cuffs.

 

"Yeah, of course." Naturally Shinji was already on the move.

 

But Toji intervened. "Not to fast, Shinji! Dunno if you know, but that hadn't been the first time between the two. And from what I got, there's still one thing left to settle between them!"

 

"Huh?" That surprised Hikari as much as the other two. She couldn't really think of anything "left", especially as she had to admit that she already went farther than had Asuka before.

 

"Your little slave still has to kiss my little slave's ass!"

 

"WHAT?!"

 

Obviously, Asuka wasn't all too keen on the idea, but Hikari felt uneasy about it as well. "Toji, I don't think..."

 

"Silence slave," he quieted her exaggeratedly. "I've made up my mind!"

 

"Good for you, but there must be even less of a mind in there if you'd think I'd do it just because you want it!" Asuka loudly protested. "No way I'm gonna...!"

 

"Asuka..."

 

It was funny how powerful a single uttered word could - all the funnier if it came from Shinji Ikari.

 

Asuka's blue eyes were wide in shock as she turned her head to him. "B-but...! You don't understand...!"

 

He didn't even need to say anything this time, he just frowned at her until she dropped her head in defeat. "That's not fair..." she grumbled.

 

Hikari felt a tug at her collar, calling her attention to the smug grin of her master, as he nodded towards the table with its unhappy decoration. She suppressed a sigh as she started to walk over to the head-end, seeing her bound friend glaring at her. Hikari tried to send her an apologetic smile, showing her that she wasn't all too happy with this idea either, but Asuka instantly avoided her eyes. The reaction stung the brunette. Maybe she had really gone a bit too far with her.

 

But as she reached her destination, towering over the helpless slave for a moment before turning around, raising her cuffed hands to present her butt, she couldn't help but notice her heat starting to beat in excitement again.

 

No matter how intense everything before had been, this was still such a definite act of submission. She could well remember how it had felt when their roles had been reversed, when she had knelt before Asuka, the redheads luscious bum filling her view, waiting to be worshiped.

 

So despite being a restrained slave herself at the moment, she felt so very much on top when she felt the ever so faint touch of Asuka's lips against the skin of her left cheek.

 

 

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Hikari sighed as she looked over to Asuka sitting at her desk, only to be ignored yet again. She felt like the lowest of the low. The class rep knew she had lost control of herself that day, letting things going too far.

 

She had tried to apologize to the redhead several times over the last few days, but each approach had been cut short by someone or something coming in the way or, most of the times, Asuka just avoiding her. In fact, the usually so fiery pilot had barely spoken a word to her and if Asuka ignored you rather than loudly confronting you, it likely meant that she was really pissed.

 

They really needed to talk though. It was obvious that the situation got to Asuka as well: The redhead kept to herself in most of the breaks. As popular as she might seem at first glance, she never had all that much friends and her outing as slave got her even more of a reputation of being odd. Shinji often stayed with Toji and Kensuke, though he also noticed the obvious bitter mood and tried to cheer her up more than once. While he was usually shooed away, he seemed to be the only one she wasn't peeved at despite his role in the final act, be it because of their love or because he simply hadn't known all that had gone on between the two girls. So oddly enough, the redhead often opted to hang around with Rei of all people, even though the blue-haired teen hardly even seemed to take notice of her.

 

"Oh, are the eraser all used up again?" the voice of the teacher, who had been busy filling the board with formulas, took her out of her thoughts. "Hikari, didn't you watch out for that?"

 

She rose instantly for an apologetic bow. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'll see to it right away!"

 

"Yes, yes," he nodded in acceptance before scanning the rest of the class. "Uh... Soryu, why don't you accompany her?"

 

Hikari, already having gathered the used erasers, turned to see the just as surprised redhead glaring at her for a second. "I'd rather not..." she finally muttered.

 

Much to the teacher's surprise. "Excuse me?"

"I just... Ach, Goddamnit!" she bolted up cursing, slamming the table and already rushed out of the door. Hikari, baffled as everyone, followed as fast as she could.

 

She didn't catch up to her until she already was in the supply room. The class rep sighed as she absently put the used erasers aside, watching the redhead's back as she was hunched over, searching for the box with new ones.

 

Hikari knew this was a chance too good to pass, so she took a deep breath while recalling the words she had thought of to say.

 

"Asuka?"

 

Nothing, the redhead just kept rummaging through the boxes.

 

"Asuka, come on, let's get this out of our systems already..." Still nothing. Hikari sighed. "Really now... I mean, yeah, I went a bit far, and I'm terribly sorry, but - aren't you taking this a bit too seriously?"

 

This finally got a reaction out of her friend, and hefty one at that, as she spun around to her. "TOO SERIOUSLY?!" she spat with such a force that Hikari took a startled step back.

 

"W-well, I just wanted to equal things out between us, but I guess I..."

 

"Equal? EQUAL?!" Asuka kept her furious approach on. "Are you fucking KIDDING me?!"

 

"Y-yeah, I know I didn't lick you... B-but the kiss that... that wasn't my - ouch!" Hikari was cut short as she bumped her back against the wall, leaving her no more room to retreat.

 

"You don't even get it, do you?!" Then she took Hikari completely by surprise. She threw the freckled teen's skirt up and before Hikari knew what happened to her, Asuka had sneaked her hand into her friend's panties. The pigtailed girl could only gasp as she felt two fingers entering her.

 

"There's quite a difference!" Asuka hissed. "You knew I'm not into this lesbo stuff! You knew I don't want to be anyone's slave but Shinji's! You're really just like a boy, only thinking with your libido! You just wanted to get off, giving a damn about my feelings!" A snarl formed on her face and Hikari feared for good reason that she'd use the forming wetness as further proof for her words. "You're just a little slut!"

 

Hikari winced as Asuka twisted the fingers further inside her. As good as it felt, this wasn't good at all. Yes, thanks to herself they still weren't even again, but if she gave in to the pleasure now, allowing Asuka the upper hand, the roles would just be reversed again. How could she ever become equal to Asuka if she didn't dare to face her head on? So she struck.

 

"H-HEY!" the redhead protested, but with little effect to stop Hikari to mirror her earlier actions. She threw the green skirt up, and despite Asuka's attempts to fend it off with her free arm, sneaked her hand under the hem of the plain panties, her fingers sliding over the smooth mound, easily finding the lower lips to enter.

 

Without a shred of fear, her brown eyes locked with the shocked blue ones in front of her. "And when was the last time you cared about my feelings?" she retorted, without a trace of her usual embarrassment when talking about this topic. "I didn't want to be your slave either yet you guilt tripped me into it!"

 

"H-ha!" Asuka scoffed, or at least attempted to, clearly distracted by the digits within her. "I hardly heard you complaining!"

 

And as to prove her point, she thrust her fingers deeper, eliciting a moan from her friend. But Hikari let the jolt of pleasure only distract her for a second before returning the favor, feeling Asuka buckle as she gasped. "W-well," Hikari breathed, "you might complain, but you also have the habit of being a little dishonest even with yourself." She actually allowed herself a small grin as she felt the quickly forming wetness, to Asuka's obvious embarrassment. "You might not have been happy with the situation, maybe even a bit afraid though of course you wouldn't admit such a thing either! Maybe you're appalled by the thought of liking it! But don't t-try to fool me that you didn't! Do you really think I wouldn't have noticed? I might not have been totally clear in my head at the time, but do you really think I would have gone as far as to rape you?"

 

"W-well, maybe your empathic detectors were off then, 'cause it sure felt like you were forcing me from A to Z!" Asuka hissed, stumbling forward under the constant assault on her pussy, grasping the sleeve of the pig-tailed girl's shirt to support her from falling. Pulling herself up, she glared straight into Hikari's brown eyes. "Y-you forget again that I'm only a slave for Shinji, so don't mistake me for yourself and say I'd secretly enjoy subbing for anyone!"

 

Hikari almost felt like crying. "There you go again! Ever since that day in the gym you kept treating me like I'm beneath you, kept ridiculing me! I couldn't bear it anymore!" She squirmed, shifting her legs as she felt the now all the more embarrassing wetness escaping past Asuka's fingers. "Nn, t-that's why I... had to stop you from looking down on me!"

 

A flicker of guilt she probably hadn't considered crossed Asuka's face for a second, but true to herself, she didn't let it on. "And you'd think that work?" she quickly recovered. "As if you'd get to turn the tables on me so easily!"

 

"I didn't want to! I already said I just wanted to set things straight! I wouldn't mind to make things up to you! But I'm not going to go below you anymore either! Then it'd all just start over again!"

 

"Make it up to me?!" Asuka rotated her hips, but whether it was to get away or in a better position for the thin invaders, Hikari couldn't tell. "How often do I have to say that I don't want you doing that to me?!"

 

"I know! I know! You don't care about me!"

 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

 

Hikari bit her lips for a moment, closing her eyes, but the ever probing finger made it all the harder. "Well, if you did, why would you be so vehemently against being closer, sharing these experiences? Why... why else wouldn't you kiss me?"

 

"Eh?" The question visibly surprised Asuka, her face for once losing its hardness. "I-I thought you knew?! I only love Shinji that way!"

"And I only love Toji that way!" Hikari kept blurting. "But - but that doesn't mean I don't love you too! You're my best friend! And I thought you'd feel the same..."

 

Asuka's eyes went wide. "H-Hikari..." That confession apparently got the redhead so much that she actually ceased her action, her fingers coming to a halt knuckle-deep in her friend's snatch. "I'm sorry, but... for me, kissing is really just for 'that' kind of love. It had cost me so much to get that far with Shinji. S-so it's really just something between him and me..."

 

Hikari stopped moving as well, as Asuka's words sank in. After all the reasons she thought she had figured out, such a simple one hadn't crossed her mind. Now she didn't only feel bad, but stupid too. "Oh..."

 

This time the silence was awkward.

 

And it wasn't first broken with words, but with idle fingers, picking up their pace again. "Well, I don't see how you're going to make it up to me without being willing to get on your knees before me! I don't see your problem anyway - you're such a natural little sub, after all!"

 

However, the lacking hostility let Hikari retaliate without holding back. "A-am not!"

 

"Ha! O-oh yeah? Th-then how come that you're a-about to come from my touch?"

 

"S-so are you!"

 

"A-as - nn - if! There's n-no way I'd give in before you!"

 

"S-scared that Sh-Shinji will learn of you coming? Or Ma-Major Katsuragi?"

 

"H-he! What about - ahh - what about Toji? Did you think I wouldn't know th-that you have a climax-ban either?"

 

"Th-that won't be a pro - ooh! - problem if you l-lose?"

 

"I-I'll never...!"

 

"M-me neither...!"

 

But in truth, Hikari wasn't too sure of that. Clenching her teeth, she was already summoning all her willpower to keep the inevitable orgasm at bay she felt being closer and closer under the relentless work of the redhead's fingers. But on the plus side, she could also feel Asuka's pussy twitching more and more under her own administrations.

 

In fact, both girls had to hold on to each other as they trembled in ecstasy from their nearing climaxes, their free hands digging into the back of the other's shirt, squirming against each other, moaning and panting into the other's ear. And both girls cried out simultaneously when Asuka sharply twisted her index the same time Hikari brushed her thumb over the teutonic clit; both girls stiffened and shook as their juices gushed over the other's fingers.

 

There was a moment of silence, though not even as awkward as one might except.

 

"Well..." Asuka was first to recover, though still clearly in need for air. "I... I guess it's a truce after all..."

 

Hikari winced as her friend's drenched fingers withdrew from her snatch and she mirrored the process as they let go of their tight embrace. "Does... does that mean we're... we're equals again?"

 

Asuka looked away from her for a second, a grudgy-resigning look crossing her face. "Well..." She managed a small glare again. "But don't think that's it, you still have to make it up somehow!"

 

Hikari, however, just smiled relieved. "I'm sure we'll can think of something. As long as we're..."

 

"Yes, yes, equals," Asuka said, rolling her eyes with a smile - before the glistening fingers up, close to the brunette's lips.

 

Hikari wasn't sure what to make of that obvious contradiction of words and actions. Was this some kind of test or trap to see if she'd give in to this silent request of a so utterly submissive task? Or had Asuka not even realized what she did; her dominant personality acting so naturally for her?

 

The latter might actually be true, given the redhead's reaction when Hikari did not fall for it. Asuka recoiled slightly, wrinkling her nose at the fingers before her, as the Class Rep raised her own wet hand to her opposite's mouth.

 

"Equals," she repeated with a smile.

 

Asuka was obviously not very keen on the idea, but she neither said a thing nor put her own arm down - her old problem that she just couldn't back down. But this time, neither would Hikari. So there was only one other option to end the stalemate.

 

Slowly, the redhead's pink lips parted, and again Hikari did as her. The first taste of her own essence prickled against her tongue as it slid beneath the invading digits, while at the same time feeling the humid warmth of Asuka's mouth around hers.

 

And with that act, they sealed their deal that neither would be dominate the other again - unless ordered to by a higher-up...

 

 

 

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A/N: Well, this has taken quite a long way. Rommel had the basic idea of this already back in late 2008, along with a couple of others for his original PP-omake. Obviously, he eventually settled for another, but as I really liked this one, I wanted to see it seeing the light of the day. So I finally took it upon myself - and, well, you know I'm not exactly the fastest writer around. I was considering making it a story of its own, but since Rom gave his okay, I saw to it to fit it into the PP-storyline.

 

Not that this went without problems. My more playful style did clash a bit with the more serious setting (especially of the later revisions of PP - there actually might be the occasional continuity errors due to not taking these into account and, well, me working from memory most of the time. Kudos to Rom for actually trying to ease some up for this).

There were one or two things Rommel wasn't too happy about (mostly in regards to Asuka's "willingness" to do or let certain things being done to her), which I, however, just couldn't bring myself to change even more as it'd just strain too far from my vision (and frankly, also his original outline). On the other hand, since I now "had" to try to do his deeper characterizations at least justice, it couldn't just be all fun anymore - especially given the events in his own omake, Hikari couldn't just do it out of curiosity anymore, and with Asuka making her point pretty clear that she had no interest to sub for Hikari (to put it mildly), she couldn't be just mildly pissed anymore - which I fear hurt especially the final stand-off, which was originally meant to be only about the fight for dominance - now it also had to incorporate them making up despite the damage done - and I'm personally not sure if that worked too well.

 

So, it's a bit of a compromise, especially in the end, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.