Sweet Submission
Two girls sit in a family restaurant, one dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt. Her long black hair and red eyes contrast the casual wear and give a noble look to her when combined with her reserved expression as she sips a vanilla milkshake. Opposite her sat a shorter girl, dressed in a revealing pink latex miniskirt and a black crop top bearing with long hanging sleeves. The top is slightly too large for the girl, hanging off her thin frame with the design of a crash test dummy being electrocuted and rendered in a white outline. Fishnet stockings cling tightly to her pale legs while black platform shoes complete the vaguely goth outfit. Her purple hair hangs, tied up into a high ponytail while her smoky makeup gives her an alluring but sinister look. She sips at a Shirley Temple while looking into the other girl's eyes, her own glowing a slight pink only noticeable if you stared at her long enough for the mesmerizing effect of them to make you forget.
Yet despite the danger, The other girl continues to look into them.
Yoru crosses her legs, the material of her skirt squeaking a bit. The sound sends a run of awkwardness to Mari, who looks away with a blush.
"Did you have to wear something so loud? I told you this just a casual meal" Mari says, finishing her drink.
"Nobodies even here right now silly, unless your worried the waiter's gonna sweep me off my feet~" Yoru says with a giggle
"I'm worried the waiter is going to ask us to leave because your dressed like your going to rave"
"Oh you innocent lamb~" Yoru says with a foxy grin
Mari sighs, only able to imagine what Yoru's idea of club wear is and if she's managed to force poor Makoto into something like it. In a way, she was glad Yoru was at least predictable in her doubling down on sex appeal. And she had to admit the goth-punk look fit her mostly-girlfriend like a glove.
"You know what my faaaavorite thing about Mari-chan is?" Yoru says, leaning on the table
"My... temper?" Mari says with a cocked head, not sure what Yoru was driving at here.
"Your dedication~" Yoru answers with a smoldering look of desire.
"Mari-chan is always so focused on work she forgets about the creature comforts that everyone needs, especially an attractive lady who must get lots of confession letters~"
The icon of lust leans in close for a whisper to Mari's ear: "Maybe it's the fact that I know the side of you that you find Unsociable: the side I love more than anything"
Mari blushes intensely as Yoru goes back to her seat across from her.
"I-I did promise you a.... session"
"But I heard Asmodeus broke loose again. At least nobody got hurt this time..."
Yoru looks away, and fidgets like she is fighting an intrusive thought: "I-Its fine, Yoji was kind enough to get me home and the butler had me restrained... in case"
"I am in control, don't forget that" she says with a desperate look: her acting ability not helping to sell herself as fully locking down the powerful demon which dwelled in her.
"I used to lose control too, Yoru. But you've fought its voice before and won, so what brought you over the edge?" Mari asks, stopping a social retreat by placing her hand over Yoru's.
The slut's escape attempt foiled, Mari gives her a hard look: "I am asking for now"
Yoru sits back down and growls: "It was nothing, just... excess feelings. And not the kind I can get rid of with some extra side hustling and a new shade of lipstick. I was a bit tipsy too, so I'll just have to remember to not drink on work nights anymore. It'll be less fun but I guess I'll just have to party extra hard on my days off of work then" she says, trying to force her shameless confidence to the surface, but failing. She sounds flat and disappointed in herself.
"Yoru: you know what's at stake if either of our demons break loose. Yours may be even more destructive than the one that curses me..." the taller girl says with a downcast look.
Mari shakes her head, refocusing on Yoru: "Before we go back to the library for your... reward... I wanted to ask if it is helpful for me to be more... forceful with you. If it appeases your demon to see its host forced into such... positions.
Yoru nods without hesitation: "It feels... gratifying like all the whispers in my head fade while the pain stings, and I can feel pleasure with nothing being amplified like it usually is. It’s like every lash and strain is a drop of clarity I can reclaim for a few moments"
Mari nods as she takes Yoru's hand: "Then shall we? I don't intend on backing away from a promise" she says with a weary smile. Yoru gives Mari an affectionate blush as she stands and follows beside the younger yet more experienced girl.
In the darkest, most secluded corner of the library sits a room conjured by Amaryllis for the sole purpose of Yoru's "needs". It was thoroughly soundproofed, and rarely entered except by all Lust-stricken Lady of the Night and her most trusted partners: Darlings in her dictionary. Its smell was kept clean and rosy, with its temperature warm and inviting once you're within its walls.
Mari stands over Yoru, both stripped to their lingerie. The dominant wrath-eyed girl ties her hair up and looks down on Yoru, bowed in submission. Yoru's eyes are covered by a black leather blinder, her purple hair hanging down freely as a tight collar adorns her throat. Mari narrows her eyes:
"Stand, and stop panting before I've given you a reason to Darling"
Yoru is obedient, breathing heavily in anticipation as she awaits the painful clarity to come. Mari's eyes glow a bright, violent red, the instinctual leash of control she puts on her powers making them flash to crimson a few times before they settle. She allows her full power to be released, her strength enabling her to grab Yoru's collar with the deftness and strength of 5 martial arts masters. Yoru is placed onto the wooden X and strapped in by shadows of her deepest nightmares: her parents. The two shadows spare no amount of discomfort strapping her in tightly as Mari places noise-canceling headphones over her eager sub's ears: The verbal abuse of her shadow parents is not the kind of pain she wants to inflict tonight. Instead, she chooses to go behind her and run a riding crop on her bare legs, sometimes slapping her with the punishment tool with measured force: enough to make Yoru wince without leaving a mark.
Mari had learned to shut out the voices of the hateful shadows: nothing good came from knowing Yoru's past. All that lay there were bitter memories and the charred remains of bridges. Regardless, she needed extra hands to do her work. The monstrous part of her whispered cruel ideas that she could act on with a consenting victim like Yoru.
The stinging pain of the riding crop would be replaced by the jolt of a cattle prod targeted at the lower parts of her limbs, the spasming of Yoru's muscles spreading upward to the whole arm. While the girl's muscles recover, the shadows wrap a tight corset around her waist. Mari keeps drawing it tighter and tighter. Yoru's breaths get more and more strained as her diaphragm loses more and more ground. For the rest of the proceedings, the corset stays on to magnify Yoru's pain.
Mari moves on to stimulate Yoru's tongue: not with a blade or taser but with a rack of strong spices. The host of Asmodeus's nose wrinkles as the intense taste causes it to squirm in instinctual rebellion, every strained breath and exhalation bringing the hot and sweet spices down her throat to make the act of labored breathing all the more pleasurable once done. The usual aberrant reversal of her body parts features is gone, like submission is granting Yoru true freedom from her demonic passenger.
Yoru is unshackled for the main event: her new 9-headed whip is made of shining black leather. Each of the heads has a tightly bound head as the shadows of her parents drag her to the pillory and lock her in. The corset is loosened just near the top to allow the whips of many heads to properly strike the Yoru's back, and the first lash causes even the experienced masochist to flinch as skin is broken and blood is drawn. Mari clutches her head to wrest control of her demon, about to remove the headphones and dissipate the shadows for a moment, but Yoru shakes her head:
"I-I can handle it! Just keep the shadows watching: They don't... deserve to strike me themselves" she says between labored breaths.
Mari grips the whip and raises it to strike the dirty sluts back as the shadows of Yoru's parents taunt and snicker at her, their illusory forms attempting to scratch her shoulders and upper arms. They leave no wound, but cause the trans girl's pain to be further magnified. The blood on her back is very real though, unscarred thanks to the Amaryllis's healing techniques after previous whippings. Yoru can't keep this up for long.
TWACK!
TWACK!
TWACK!
Three strikes ring out, leaving long and sickening scars that ooze the harlot's lifeblood. Her face is one of rapturous joy as Mari goes around to check on her. Despite this, she is sweating and panting at the steep peak where euphoria and burnout meet. Mari dissipates the abusive shadows and releases Yoru from the pillory and the torturous corset. Mari helps Yoru down to a kneeling position, hugging the smaller girl.
Yoru's mind is clear, like seeing sunlight for the first time in weeks. She looks into Mari's eyes and can only muster three words:
"I love you" She says with sincerity and charisma reserved for actresses on the silver screen.
Mari has little recourse but to smile: "I know, but I'll never be tired of hearing it" she says back.