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Subject: {ASSM} Noriko's Demon, Installment 4: Finding the Willing Girl
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        Noriko's Demon_ is a series revolving around a young girl
(Noriko), the tentacle-demon she's in love with, and their slave.
It's got just about everything in it at some point or another;
about all I can rule out is to say that there _probably_ won't be
any snuff, scat, or pedo.

        Probably. If it does show up, though, it won't be the
good guys doing it. That much I'm sure of. Everything else (and I
mean _everything_ else) is fair game.

        I'd be severely remiss if I didn't thank my proofreaders
and beta readers for their critiques; _Noriko's Demon_ wouldn't
be as good as it is without them. The Invisible Man, especially,
deserves thanks.

        And thanks to all the people who've written me, telling
me they liked it -- that's a real ego boost!

        Finally, I grant permission for redistribution in
electronic format only, at no charge. If you are charging people
to be able to read _Noriko's Demon_, you'll have to make separate
arrangements. If you're putting it out there for free, go for it
-- just keep my name attached.

You can find all released installments on my website at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dstar/www -- and, if you look around, you might
find some unreleased stuff as well...

dstar

Finding the Willing Girl

  Noriko stretched, waking up lazily for a change, since for
once, she didn't have to walk to school. From now on Bethany
would be picking her up and driving her. After showering, she
checked her reflection in the mirror, to ensure her fangs were
retracted and her tongue and eyes looked normal.

  After putting on her school uniform -- luckily, N'gath'tu had a
wide range of magical talents and had recreated it -- she stopped
in the kitchen for a quick bowl of cereal, just finishing when
she heard the knock on the door. Checking the peephole, she saw
that it was Bethany.

  "Good morning, slave," she said as she swung the door open.

  Bethany blushed, but a smile flickered across her face as she
replied, "Good morning, mistress."

  "Sit down. I want to talk to you before we leave for school."

  The blonde took the indicated chair, a look of uncertainty on
her face. "Yes, mistress?"

  Noriko smiled, reaching out and taking her pet's hand. "I just
wanted to talk about today. How do you want to handle it at
school?"

  Bethany blinked in confusion. "I don't understand."

  "Well, I know I talked about using you as my toilet at school,
and I like the idea -- but I don't know if it's a good idea for
everyone to know our relationship." She hastened to reassure
Bethany as her face fell, "It's not that I'm ashamed of it,
Bethany -- you are beautiful, sexy property -- but while they
might understand us having a relationship, I'm not sure how
they'd take me owning you. It could get ugly. Personally, I don't
care; thanks to N'gath'tu's changes, I'm immortal and hard to
kill, and the opinions of the small minded are of no interest to
me. But you haven't had those changes -- yet -- and I don't know
if you are ready for that."

  Bethany's brow furrowed. "Mistress, I can't see that it
matters. I'm your slave, and I will do as you say."

  "Yes, you are, and you will, but that doesn't mean I won't take
your feelings into consideration, Bethany." She squeezed her
lover's hand. "Bethany, I never liked you. You were a total
bitch, and you made it clear that you thought you were better
than all of us."

  The older girl's chin quivered, and tears began to form in her
eyes. "I know, mistress. I'm sorry. I'll -- I'll go."

  Noriko kept a firm grip on the hand she was holding when the
other girl tried to pull it free. "You'll do no such thing,
slave. You'll stay here and let me finish."

  Bethany looked down at the floor, tears running down her face.
"Yes, mistress."

  "I said you _were_ a bitch, and that I _hadn't_ liked you.
Bethany, do you understand that you weren't sane?"

  "What do you mean, mistress?" She still refused to look up from
the floor.

  "Exactly what I said. You never really understood that other
people were real, did you? They were just objects for you to
manipulate."

  The blonde hesitated. "I hadn't thought of it that way, but...I
guess you are right. I didn't realize they were, well, people,
like me."

  Noriko nodded. "There's a name for people like that. Sociopath.
I think that's what you were, Bethany."

  "I'm sorry, mistress."

  "No," the smaller girl shook her head, "Don't apologize for
that. For what you did, yes, but you didn't choose to be a
sociopath. Bethany, you _aren't_ a sociopath now, thanks to
N'gath'tu. He fixed you so that you could understand." She
squeezed the older girl's hand tightly. "I haven't had very long
to know the new you -- but I like what I've seen."

  A tremulous smile grew across Bethany's face. "You mean it?"

  "I mean it. I think you've got a lot to give, pet. You'll have
to work at it, and you have a lot to unlearn, but I'll be here
helping, and I believe in you. You can do it."

  "I'll try, mistress, and if you are there, I think...I think I
can do it. But...."

  "What, lover?"

  Bethany's smile firmed at the endearment. "But do we have to
hide our relationship? I don't care if other people know. I don't
care what they think. I'm not ashamed of belonging to you."

  Noriko pursed her lips, thinking. "Ok, I tell you what. We'll
openly be lovers, but we won't announce that I own you. You will
call me Noriko, not mistress, and if anyone suspects, we'll just
let them wonder."

  Bethany looked up at her mistress, eyes bright. "You mean it? I
can really call you by your name?"

  "Yes, love -- unless you've been bad. And I'll let you decide
if you've been bad; I think you will be able to do a better job
at that than I could, since not all of our classes will be
together."

  "Thank you, mistress. I will try not to be bad."

  "I know you will." Noriko raised the hand she was holding to
her lips, kissing it gently. "Let's get to school." As they
walked down the steps to Bethany's car, she added, "One other
thing. I'd like you to start thinking about the changes you'd
like N'gath'tu to make in you."

  "Changes, Noriko?"

  "Yes, like my fangs, my tongue...think about whether there are
any particular things you'd like him to do for you. If I like
them, and they won't interfere with my plans for your body, I'll
have him make them."

  Bethany looked thoughtful. "Thank you, Noriko. I will think
about it and decide. Although, aren't you afraid people will
notice your fangs?"

  Noriko smiled broadly, opening her mouth so that the older girl
could see her tongue. "No; I can change them back and forth at
will."

  "I see, Noriko."

  
  Noriko knocked on the door to the counselor's office politely,
waiting to enter until she was told to, even though the door was
open. Closing it behind her, she sat in the chair in front of the
desk, hands folded, back straight.

    "You wished to see me, Noriko?"

  "Yes, Miss Sasaki," Noriko said politely. But rather than
continuing, she hesitated.

  "What do you need?"

  "Miss Sasaki, is what I say here confidential?"

  The counselor smiled. "Yes, it is, Noriko."

  "Even if what I tell you involves something, um, illegal?"

  The smile vanished. "Yes, even then, Noriko."

  Noriko bit her lip for a moment. "Then you wouldn't mind
swearing that you won't tell anyone?"

  "If it worries you that much, Noriko, then I swear I won't tell
anyone."

  Noriko shook her head. "No, like this: If I try to reveal any
of this to anyone without Noriko's permission, may the demon
N'gath'tu take my voice and stop me."

  Asako raised an eyebrow, but then smiled indulgently. "'If I
try to reveal any of this to anyone without Noriko's permission,
may the demon N'gath'tu take my voice and stop me.' Now, please,
tell me what has you so worried."

  Noriko hesitated, trying to decide how to start. "Miss Sasaki,
do you know what a sociopath is?"

  The counselor looked confused. "Yes, I do."

  "If someone was a sociopath, and suddenly gained the ability to
empathize with others, how would you go about teaching them all
the things they never learned?"

  "I'm...not sure. I don't think that's possible; I'm not sure
that sociopaths can learn to empathize with others."

  "Oh, she has."

  "Noriko, dear, if someone who is a sociopath is trying to
convince you they've changed, you are in danger. They may believe
it, but it's simply not possible."

  "Miss Sasaki, I will accept that under normal conditions it's
not possible, but these were not normal conditions. Do you
believe in magic?"

    The counselor looked flustered. "I...I'm not sure. I've never
seen anything I would call magic, but I try to keep an open
mind."

    "If I could prove to you that magic exists, will you believe
me that it can grant a sociopath the ability to empathize with
others?"

    "I suppose so, depending on what you give me as proof." The
counselor looked skeptical. "It'll have to be something that
couldn't be counterfeited."

    Noriko closed her eyes, her expression calm and serene as she
concentrated. When she opened her eyes, they were a bright golden
color, with vertical slits, like a cat. "Does this suffice?" she
asked, opening her mouth widely enough that her fangs were
visible, and flicking her tongue out a full foot, twisting and
curling it.

  Asako sat there, shaken. "Yes...yes, I think it will. I think
perhaps it would be best if you told me the whole story from the
beginning."

  Noriko nodded. "I suppose so." With that, she began her story.

  
  Asako Sasaki sat, stunned, as Noriko finished her story. The
fourteen year-old hadn't been particularly explicit in her tale,
but even so the counselor had blushed bright red several times.
She'd had no idea that such a young girl could be
so...enthusiastic. She'd have worried, given the story's start,
but it was quite obvious that Noriko was not only willing, she'd
greatly enjoyed herself. Still...

  "Noriko, are you sure you should be doing this?"

  Noriko gave her a disbelieving look. "Yes. No one forced me
into it -- well, Bethany _thought_ she was forcing me into it,
but I'd have done it willingly if she'd given me the chance. I
didn't get hurt in any way I didn't like, and I _did_ come out of
it better than I was."

  Asako looked at her skeptically. "I can see where your new
tongue could come in useful in...certain situations, but does it
really make it better?"

  Noriko shook her head. "Not that, though you wouldn't _believe_
how useful it is." She winked, causing the older woman to blush
and nearly choke. "No, he made a few other changes. May I?" She
gestured to a letter opener laying on the table.

  "Ah, sure, Noriko." The way the girl's tongue curled and
twisted made her intensely uncomfortable...and fascinated her.
She kept having to force her attention back to Noriko's eyes.

  Noriko picked up the letter opener, and before the stunned
counselor could react, stabbed it completely _through_ her left
hand, leaving two inches sticking out of the underside. She
sucked in a sharp breath. "That hurt more than I expected."

  "Oh my god, Noriko! Don't move, I'll go get the nurse. Why did
you do that?"

  Noriko reached out and caught the counselor's wrist as she went
by, holding her in an unbreakable grip. "No, don't bother.
Watch." Her tongue snaked out, wrapping around the letter opener,
and pulled it loose, the tip cleaning the blood off before
returning it to the desk. As she lapped up the blood that was
flowing freely from the wound, she pointed out that it was
visibly shrinking. "I heal quickly, see? And I don't age unless I
want to. In fact, I don't really age at all -- but I can choose
to look as if I am any age I want."

  Asako gasped. "My god, Noriko! That's amazing!" Cautiously, she
examined the almost-healed wound. "And you don't age?"

  "No. I'm more or less immortal, unless something happens to
damage me beyond the point I can regenerate from."

  "Wow. I suppose I'll have to admit that this _does_ qualify as
'better'."

  Noriko nods. "So, yes, I think I should be doing this."

  Asako made her way back around to her chair, sitting down.
"Will the," she hesitated, "demon do that for anyone it has, um,
sex with?" She blushed.

  Noriko shook her head. "No. Some changes, but not that. That
was..."  She hesitated. "A special circumstance. It's possible
there would be one or two, but...not likely."

  "I see."

  Noriko grinned at the counselor. "Are you interested in him?
He'd probably like you."

  Asako turned bright red. "No, of course not. I was just, um,
curious." She was uncomfortably aware that her skin was flushed
and her breath was coming in short, sharp, spurts; she wondered
if the younger girl could tell. Surely not.

  "Oh. Well, if you change your mind, just let me know." She
paused. "That brings up another issue, Miss Sasaki. I'm hoping
you can find a way to help me. I need to find some girls who
would be willing lovers for N'gath'tu. Can you suggest anyone?"

  The counselor frowned. "Noriko, even if I _did_ know something
that led me to believe any of the girls would be interested, it
would be highly unethical for me to tell you. You wouldn't want
me to tell someone your secrets, would you?"

  Noriko sighed. "I suppose not, but I really need to findthem."

  "Why? You seem to be in a hurry; is there any real reason to
be?"

  "Yes." The younger girl nodded. "I need to find him some
willing partners, to prove that he doesn't have to rape them. The
problem is, he's only come across half-a-dozen in several
thousand years, and thinks that's just the way things are. I
think he's wrong; most of the girls he's had contact with were
those selected as the victim in a summoning ritual."

  "I see. And if you fail to prove this, he'll continue raping
them?"

  "Exactly. So if you can help..."

  The counselor fought with herself. On the one hand, what Noriko
was asking would be decried as an unbelievable breach of
proffessional ethics and would certainly cost her her job -- and
probably jail time -- if it was discovered. On the other hand,
refusing might mean the rape of some of the girls who would most
definitely _not_ be willing.

  "Noriko, why would you want to associate with someone who wants
to rape women? Why would you want to be near them?"

  Noriko looked down for a moment. "I don't want to, Miss Sasaki.
But it's not a matter of 'want' for N'gath'tu. His kind are
dependent on sexual energy the way we are on food, and Bethany
and I, well, we're not enough. Not unless we want to end up in
the hospital suffering from exhaustion in a month."

  "I...see. So you are saying he doesn't want to rape them?"

  Noriko thought for a moment. "I don't know that I would go that
far yet, Miss Sasaki. He doesn't understand...I guess _why_ he
shouldn't rape them. That's part of what I'm trying to teach him.
That it's better with someone who wants it." She smiled. "I may
have been a virgin before this, but I certainly read everything I
could get my hands on."

  Asako pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I tell you what. Let me
think about it, and come see me after school. If I can find a way
to do it that doesn't violate my ethics, I'll try to help you.
I'd like you to bring Bethany as well, if you could. I think she
needs to see me on a regular basis. This isn't going to be easy
for her, you know."

  "Yes, Miss Sasaki."

  
  Coming out of her first hour class, Noriko found Bethany
waiting subserviently to one side of the door. "May I carry your
books, Noriko?"

  "Certainly, Bethany," Noriko replied, ignoring the shocked
expressions on the faces of all the girls around them. They
walked to Noriko's next class, chatting happily, while all around
them were expressions of shock and disbelief.

  When Noriko sat down, the girl in the seat next to her leaned
over. "My god, Noriko, how did you get Queen Bitch to be nice to
you? Did you blackmail her or something?"

  Noriko shook her head. "No. I just had a long," she hesitated
for a fraction of a second, "talk with her. She's not as bad as
she seems once you get to know her. I think mainly she wanted a,"
another split-second hesitation, "friend. She's going to try to
be nicer."

  The girl looked at her skeptically. "Yeah, right. Sure she is."
Before she could say more, the teacher entered, and they turned
their attention to class.

  
Noriko opened her locker, surprised when a folded piece of paper
fluttered out. Written on it, in block letters, was the message
"Please meet me in the restroom. Sit in the second stall. There's
something I need to tell you about Bethany that you _really_ need
to know." The word 'really' was heavily underlined severaltimes.

  Curious, she made her way into the indicated stall. "Yes?" She
whispered.

  "Noriko?"

  "Yes. What do you want."

  "It's Bethany. She's not what she seems like, trust me." The
voice was bitter. "I know. She's so nice at first, and then she
-- she --" the voice broke off, seemingly on the verge of tears,
before resuming, slightly more controlled. "She'll hurt you. Bad.
And then she'll do things that are so disgusting..." The voice
broke off again, and Noriko could hear sobs.

  "You are one of her victims, aren't you."

  She heard a gasp. "Oh my god. If she told you about us, and you
are still with her -- Oh god. Please don't hurt me, Mistress. I'm
sorry. I just -- you seemed so innocent, I couldn't bear to think
of you hurt, but I promise I'll never do it again."

  Noriko paused, confused, before realizing that the girl must
have assumed she was a willing partner to Bethany. "Come in here,
and tell me your name."

  She heard the other stall door creak open, and saw feet
shuffling around to the front of her stall, pausing. She heard
muffled sobbing, and then the door swung open, revealing a girl
she'd seen around the school a couple of times.

  The girl never raised her eyes from the floor, tears running
down her face. "Please, Mistress, I know I'm never supposed to
stand in your presence, but the floor is so disgusting -- could I
please be punished instead?"

  "You don't have to kneel. Come on in, and tell me your name."

  "I'm Inoue." Keeping her eyes down, she stepped into the stall,
closing the door behind her. "May I ask what my punishment will
be for not kneeling?"

  "Look at me." Hesitantly Inoue raised her head. "You will not
be punished. Bethany has changed, Inoue. I was there when it
happened, and I know _why_ it happened. She won't hurt you again,
I promise. In fact, she feels very badly about what she did to
you and the others. She wants to make it right, but she doesn't
know how."

  Inoue studied Noriko's face for a long moment. "Do you mean
that?  She's not going to hurt me again?"

  "She won't hurt you intentionally. She...doesn't really know
how to be human, so I can't promise you she won't hurt you by
accident, but she won't do it deliberately."

  Inoue sagged with relief. "Oh, god. I never thought I'd be free
again."

  "You are. Inoue, is there anything she can do to make it
better?"

  "Make it better?" Inoue's eyes flashed. "How? She raped me -- I
lost my virginity to a _dog_. She cut me -- look!" She unbuttoned
her blouse. "See these scars? She did that! Make it right? Ha!"
She spat the last words.

  Noriko sat, shocked, by the scars covering the other girls
chest; there was hardly an unmarked patch of flesh on her
breasts, and her nipples were nothing more than a mass of scar
tissue. "My god," she whispered.

  "Yeah. I've got a reputation for being a total prude, because I
have to be so careful to make sure no one ever sees me naked. How
could she ever fix that?"

  "I'm sorry, Inoue. I'm truly sorry. I don't know if she can
ever fix the emotional damage she did to you, but would you
accept it as a start if she repaired the damage she did to your
body?"

  Inoue thought about it, and nodded, grudgingly. "Yes, I suppose
so. But even a good plastic surgeon couldn't restore feeling to
my nipples, could they?"

  "I don't know. But I promise you, I will find out."

  "OK." Inoue turned to leave. "I've got to get to class. But --
tell her to stay away from me, ok?"

  Very quietly, Noriko answered, "Ok."

  
  Noriko didn't get much of a chance to see Bethany until lunch,
and there were too many people around at lunch for them to talk.
Bethany did cause a stir in the cafeteria when she ignored her
old friends and went to sit with Noriko. Due to their class
schedules, they only saw each other in passing that afternoon as
well, but Noriko passed along the news that they would be staying
late to talk to Miss Sasaki.

  After her last class, Noriko found Bethany waiting outside the
door. "How did you get here so fast?"

  Bethany wrinkled her nose. "I never stayed for my last class
before. I think the teacher was actually surprised that I waited
'til nearly the end to leave."

  "Oh. Well, let's get moving." As she turned towards the
counselors office Bethany shyly offered her hand, smiling when
Noriko took it. Ignoring the outright stares from the others in
the hall, they made their way to the office.

  "Come in," Asako greeted them. "I've been thinking about what
we discussed, Noriko, and I think I have a solution for you. But
first I want to talk about Bethany."

  Noriko sat in the chair she'd sat in earlier that day, but both
she and Asako were surprised when Bethany sat on the floor in
front of Noriko.

  "This looks like a good starting point. Bethany, why did you
sit there, rather than on the other chair?"

  "Because I am her slave, Miss Sasaki, and this is where I
belong. It makes me happy to be here."

  "Why are you her slave?" Asako fought to keep her face
straight. Certainly Noriko had told her of the relationship, but
seeing it was another matter; it seemed surreal to see Bethany
Wilson, of all people, in a submissive role. Her college classes
had mentioned such things, but this was the first time she had
come face to face with it.

  Bethany glanced up at Noriko uncertainly before looking back to
Asako. "I'm not certain how much she told you, Miss Sasaki.
Yesterday I wasn't a very nice person. Noriko says that I was a
sociopath and I think she might be right. I know people never
really seemed real to me, they were just things to use for my
pleasure. In fact, I was going to -- I _did_ -- use her as a
sacrifice in a rite to summon a demon. Luckily for me, the book I
was using was flawed, and so I was not able to control it."

  She drew a deep, shuddering breath. "To be honest, Miss Sasaki,
the book implied that the sacrifice would not survive the
summoning, and I think -- I think the thought turned me on. I'm
not sure; just having her tied up and raped by a demon had me so
horny that I don't know for certain. That's about the only thing
I'd never done, that and killing someone, and I don't feel that
way anymore, so...I just don't know."

  She looked up, her eyes bright with unshed tears, but smiling.
"But Noriko saved me. I don't know if she told you, but the demon
gave me to her as a toy. She could have done anything she wanted
to me, anything at all. She could have had it rape me until I
died. But she didn't. I'm still a virgin...at least as far as
penetration is concerned." She blushed. "My mouth's not, though.
But she made sure I was willing for that. Then she had the demon
fix me, so that I could -- what was the word? -- empathize with
people. It's...kind of like suddenly seeing a new color, and
realizing you were throwing paint on priceless artwork."

  "I don't know how to be a normal human, Miss Sasaki, and to be
honest, I'm not particularly interested. I belong to Noriko, and
I like it that way. What I _do_ want to do is learn how to be the
best slave I can, and how to behave around people without hurting
them." She smiled. "I've started trying, today. I tried to do
what I thought Noriko would do. I'm not sure it helped, but I
tried."

  Asako sat back, a little surprised at the flood of information
coming from the blonde girl, and tried to collect her thoughts.
"You know, Bethany, that as far as I know -- and I did a bit of
research today -- sociopaths are considered incurable. Your case
is unique, and I'm not certain yet how to help you. I will try,
however. Give me a little time to think about it."

  "Yes, Miss Sasaki."

  Noriko reached down and took one of Bethany's hands. "There's
something else we need to talk about, love. I talked to Inoue
today."

  Bethany stiffened. "Oh, god. What I did to that poor girl..."

  Noriko nods. "She showed me the scars. Tell us about them,
Bethany."

  Bethany looked down at the floor, and swallowed tightly before
beginning. Her voice was so quiet Asako had to strain to hear it.
"I took her a year ago. I seduced her, just to see if I could.
Once I'd succeeded, I started pushing her harder, just to see
what I could get her to do without force. I wanted to see how far
she would go before she refused."

  She swallowed again. "I found it. When I told her to crawl
between my legs and drink my piss, she refused. I'd had to push a
little to get her to lick my ass; she really didn't want to do
it, but when I pushed, she did. She flatly refused when I told
her to let me piss in her mouth."

  "So I made her. I grabbed her by the hair, and shoved her face
between my legs, and pissed on her face. Then I made her lick me
clean, and then lick the floor clean. I came several times, when
I first pissed on her, when she licked me clean, and when I saw
her tongue lapping at the piss on the floor." She refused to meet
their eyes.

  "Then I started getting rough. I told her she had to be
punished for refusing me, and that if she ever refused me again,
I'd tell everyone that she'd come to _me_ and begged me to do it.
And then I'd...kill her. Slowly. She didn't believe me, so I
grabbed a razor and sliced it across her nipple. When she started
to scream, I knocked her down on the floor and shoved my cunt
over her mouth. I'd always liked to cut people -- most of my
victims have at least a few scars. But I went further with her
than any of the rest. I discovered that she hated drinking my
piss so much that she'd keep her mouth closed until I actually
cut her. Some of the scars...I'd piss in a glass, hold it to her
lips, and then bite down on her nipple. I kept increasing he
pressure until she opened her mouth and drank. I wouldn't lift
the glass, either; she had to do that."

  Bethany studied the floor. "I nearly bit her nipple off once. I
didn't take her to the hospital. I just took a needle and thread
and sewed it back on. I pissed in her mouth while I did. It was
one of the best orgasms I'd ever had."

  She finally gathered the courage to look at them, and was
relieved that they didn't seem to hate her. Noriko's face showed
nothing but interest; the counselor's face was a mixture of
shock, horror and pity. "I used knives, needles, candles....after
I sewed her nipple back on and it healed, it didn't have much
sensation. So I took a clamp, and just kept twisting it. It...."
She looked faintly sick, "It actually...um...let's just say she
doesn't really have a nipple on that side anymore. I really
tortured her." She fell silent for a few moments, and then jumped
up, rushing for the trashcan. She barely made it before she threw
up, her stomach heaving violently as tears streamed down her
face.

  "Are you ok?" Noriko asked, concerned.

  "No, no I'm not," Bethany forced out between heaves. "I'm sick.
I'm not even human."

  "Yes, you are," Noriko said firmly. "I don't ever want to hear
you say that again. You _were_ sick, but N'gath'tu fixed that.
That's why you feel the way you do. That's a _good_ thing,
Bethany. It means you understand why what you did was wrong."

  "Yes, mistress," Bethany said, wiping her mouth with tissues
Asako handed her. "I won't say that again."

  Spotting the loophole, Noriko immediately closed it. "I don't
want you thinking it, either. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, mistress."

  "Good. Now, Inoue doesn't want you near her, and I can
understand that. So try to stay away, ok?"

  "Yes, mistress. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want me around if
I was her."

  "I know. Do you think a plastic surgeon could fix those
  scars?"

  Bethany looked thoughtful. "Most of the scars, probably, but I
don't think that they could fix the nipples. There's so much scar
tissue...." Her voice trailed off sadly.

  Noriko nodded. "I know. I can think of a way to heal them...but
I'm not sure if she'd participate. Unless...." She paused
thoughtfully for several moments, then looked at the counselor.
"Miss Sasaki, do you think that it would help Inoue to treat
Bethany the way Bethany treated her?"

  "I don't know. Normally I'm not in favor of vengeance, but in
this case it might. I don't think it would hurt, anyway." She
hesitated a moment, then continued. "As long as there was no
permanent damage done."

  Noriko looked at Bethany. "Would you be willing to let her?"

  Bethany looked down at the floor, then back up. "If it will
help her, I'll cut off my nipples myself," she said, her voice
determined. "Anything I can do, I will." She looked at Noriko
steadily.

"Anything."

  
  They spent another hour or so working out a way for Asako to
arrange to help Noriko in her search to find willing girls for
N'gath'tu without violating a confidence. What they finally came
up with was that Noriko would wait in the other room while Asako
talked to the candidate. If the candidate seemed interested, she
would then go into the room and talk to Noriko. If not, she would
leave, and Noriko would never know who they were. Further, to
make sure that no one figured out why various students were being
called to the counselor's office, she would discuss various test
results with them -- and half the students she called would
_only_ be there to get the results.

  Asako had put together the list she wanted that day, so they
would be able to start the next morning. Unfortunately, as much
as they wanted, Noriko and Bethany couldn't be together that
night; Noriko's family was going out to dinner together, and it
would be late before they got back. Asako politely turned her
back while they kissed each other goodbye, knowing that they
wouldn't be able to do so outside.

  The ride home was subdued, neither girl wanting to leave the
other but knowing it had to happen. When Bethany pulled up in
front of Noriko's house, Noriko was surprised to find hercrying.

  "What's wrong?"

  "I'm just -- I'm just worried that you'll think about what I
told you today all night and decide you don't want me around any
more."

  Noriko reached out and pushed the older girl's chin up.
"Bethany, I _do_ want you around. What you told me today
horrified me, yes, but it horrified you too, didn't it?" At
Bethany's nod, she continued. "Last night I promised that I'd
help you. That hasn't changed." She leaned over and gave Bethany
a firm kiss. "I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry about it."

  The blonde nodded tearfully as Noriko climbed out of the car.
"I'll pick you up at the same time tomorrow?"

  "Yes, the same time." With that, Noriko turned and went in the
house.


  Noriko was slightly uncomfortable. She couldn't put her finger
on it, but her mother had been looking at her a little oddly all
night. The feeling was reinforced when, after they got home from
their dinner out, her mother asked her to sit with her in the
living room. Nervously, she sat on the couch while her mother
rustled around in the kitchen.

  "Here you go." Her mother handed her a glass of wine.

  "Um, why are you giving me wine?" Noriko asked, thoroughly
confused.

  "Oh, I think you are mature enough for an occasional glass of
wine on special occasions." Her mother took a sip of her wine.
"So. Do you want to tell me who she is?"

  Noriko's face went pale. "Who who is?" she said, taking a gulp
of wine.

  Her mother looked at her with an amused smile. "Please, dear,
I'm not blind. And you can see the street perfectly well from my
bedroom window. I saw you kiss her. I'm just curious about who
she is."

  Noriko looked at her mother, her face a mixture of shock and
confusion. "You aren't mad?"

  "Of course not, dear. I love you, and nothing will change that.
I _do_ want to know who she is, of course -- I want to know about
my baby girl's first love."

  Noriko's mouth dropped open. "How did you -- I never said that
we'd --"

  Her mother smiled. "Actually, I said love, not lover, but from
your reaction I think the second is accurate."

  "Um...ah...." Noriko found herself fumbling for words.

  "Tell me this, do you love her?"

  "I..." Noriko paused in thought. "I don't know. Our
relationship is...odd. I know she's devoted to me, and I think I
_could_ love her, but I don't know if I do right now."

  Her mother looked surprised at Noriko's answer, but smiled
despite her surprise. "I have to admit, I expected you to say
yes. But I think your answer was much more honest...and mature.
To be honest, I'm not sure you know what love really is yet."

  "Oh, I know what love is." The words slipped out without
Noriko's conscious intent, and her eyes widened as she clapped
her hands over her mouth, as if to trap the words inside.

  Her mothers eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh? I thought you weren't
in love with her."

  "I'm not." Noriko searched for something to add to the
statement, and failing, left it sitting there.

  "Then why are you so certain that you know what love is?" Her
mother's eyes bored into her; she'd never been able to lie to her
mother and get away with it.

  "There's...someone else I'm involved with. And I _am_ in love
with him." Her eyes met her mother's, not defiantly, but not
giving any ground, either.

  "Oh? Do I know this boy?"

  Noriko choked a little on her wine. "Um, no, I don't think you
do."

  Her mother's voice was carefully casual. "Perhaps you should
bring him around to visit."

  "I'll, um, try, but he lives a long ways away and, um, works a
lot."

  Her mother fixed her with a stare, and said nothing, waiting.

  Noriko slumped. "Ok, I'm sorry, mother." She paused. "You said
you thought my answer about whether I loved Bethany or not was
mature, and since you gave me a glass of wine, I think you think
I've matured. Am I right?"

  Her mother nodded.

  "Then will you trust me enough to let me say that there are
reasons I have to be careful about letting anyone know we're
together? I'll tell you that it's not because he's married or
anything like that, but I really can't say any more than that."

  Her mother looked at her, judgingly, before slowly nodding. "I
suppose so, on one condition. I want you to talk to me about
_any_ problems the two of you have. I won't try to find out who
he is, but in exchange you have to promise not to hide anything
from me."

  "I promise not to hide anything from you that I don't have to."
Noriko offered. "Sometimes I might have to change things to avoid
giving away something I shouldn't, but I'll tell you if I am.
Will that work?"

  Her mother thought about it. "I suppose that's reasonable. Can
you tell me how old he is?"

  "Not really. He's older than I am, though."

  Her mother's eyes were faintly troubled. "Did he pressure you
into having sex with him at all?"

  Noriko shook her head violently, then blushed. "No! I, um,
wanted to."  She covered her face with her hands. "I can't
believe I'm talking about this with my mother."

  Her mother smiled. "I suppose it's embarrassing, but I just
don't want you to be hurt. He hasn't, has he?"

  The younger girl's face got even redder. "Um...not in any way I
didn't like?" she squeaked. "I mean, um, the only times he hurt
me, it was in a good way."

  "I...see. I have to admit I'm surprised that you'd be
interested in that sort of thing so soon. Are you sure you
shouldn't take things a little more slowly?"

  "Oh god." Noriko buried her head in her hands. Her voice,
slightly muffled, sounded strangled. "Um. This is _really_
embarrassing, you know. Do we _have_ to talk about it?"

  "Well, yes, dear. I want to make sure you don't get hurt. I
just think maybe you should get used to normal sex before you
start adding whips and chains and things, don't you?"

  Noriko tried to shrink back into the couch. "Um, we haven't
used any of those. Why did you think we had?"

  Her mother looked flustered. "Oh. You said he hadn't hurt you
in any way you didn't want, and I assumed..."

  "Oh god. No, I just meant that, um, he's fairly large, and it,
um, stretched me a lot. Um." Noriko hesitated, taking a deep
breath. "How long have I had an internet account?"

  "For several years...why?"

  "Well, I found some, um, interesting newsgroups really early
on. Um. There were some about, um, that sort of thing. And I do,
um, find it..." Noriko buried her head in one of the throw
pillows, her voice muted. "Interesting. Um. But I'm more likely
to be, um, holding the whips. Oh god, I can't believe I just said
that to my mother."

  "Oh. I see." Her mother hesitated. "Noriko, I want to tell you
something. That's never really been my sort of thing, but I
firmly believe that anything two people do together that they
both consent to is all right. Or three, I suppose -- or am I
making a mistake in assuming that you and Bethany and he all...."
Her voice trailed off.

  "Um. No, we, um, do."

  "That's fine, dear; I don't think there's anything wrong with
it. Before your father died, he and I would try anything at least
once. We even got together a few times with my best friend from
school."

  "Mom, that is _way_ more information than I _ever_ wanted to
know about you and dad."

  "I'm sorry, dear. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but I
_do_ want you to know that I won't think badly of you for
anything you do with a willing partner. Or partners."

  "Um. Mom, could we please have the rest of this conversation
some other time?" Noriko asked, adding under her breath, "Like
never?"

  Her mother finished her wine. "I suppose so, dear. You need to
get to bed anyway. It's a school night, you know."

  "Thank you, mother." Even though her face was buried in the
pillow, the relief was obvious.

  "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Her mother thought for a moment. "Since I haven't seen Bethany
around here before, I assume you've been getting together at
either her place or his, am I correct?"

  "Um...yes. Bethany's house. Her dad's always out of town on
business."

  "Would you like to spend the weekend there, dear? I know what
it's like, and if you promise that you will call me every day so
that I know you are all right, and that you won't do anything
stupid, like drugs, I'll trust you."

  Noriko lifted her head from the pillow, looking at her mother
in surprise. "Really?"

  "Really. Noriko, I know you are a good girl. I also know that
if you've decided you are ready for sex, nothing is going to stop
you. I was the same way when I was your age. I just want to make
sure you are safe. You _are_ using protection, right?"

  "Um...." Noriko buried her head in the pillow again.

  "Noriko...." her mother said warningly.

  "Oh, god. Do you have _any_ idea how humiliating it is to
discuss birth control with your mother?"

  "It's not just birth control, Noriko. It's also disease. This
is important."

  "I know, mother. I promise you that we are being careful, all
right? I _really_ don't want to go into more detail than that."

  Her mother sighed. "I'm honestly not trying to embarrass you,
dear. I just want to make sure you don't get hurt. If you tell me
you are being careful, I believe you. I don't need the details."

  Noriko didn't raise her head. "Good. Because you wouldn't get
them."

  "That's fine, dear. Now, you need to get to bed. I would like
to meet Bethany tomorrow, though. Why don't you bring her by
after school?"

  "Ok. I'll see if she's free tomorrow. Good night, mother,"
Noriko agreed, standing up and rushing to her room before her
mother could respond.

   "God," Noriko moaned to Bethany the next morning, "I really
did _not_ want to hear about Mom and Dad having a threesome. I
could have gone my entire _life_ without knowing that, youknow?"

  Bethany wrinkled her nose. "Eww. Yeah. I mean, I _know_ Dad and
Mom had to have sex at least once, since I'm here, but I _really_
don't want to think about it. Yuck."

  "Yeah. On the other hand, she made a suggestion I think would
be really fun if you were interested."

  "Oh my _god_, your mother gave you tips on sex?"

  "No! She offered to let me stay over at your place this
weekend, all weekend. I just had to promise not to do drugs or
drink or be stupid. Want me to come over?"

  "Do you really have to ask? Of course I do." Bethany hesitated.
"Um, about the no drinking thing -- does that apply to me as
well?"

  Noriko turned to Bethany, a disappointed look on her face.
"Yes."

  "Oh." Bethany looked down, then back up to Noriko's face. "I'll
try, Noriko. It's....been a long time since I went an entire
weekend without a drink."

  Noriko stopped walking, looking away from Bethany. "Bethany..."
Her voice trailed off.

  Bethany turned to her. "Yes..." she hesitated, gauging Noriko's
mood. "Mistress?"

  "Bethany, are you an alcoholic?"

  "Of course not! Don't be silly, Noriko. Just because I like to
get drunk on the weekends doesn't mean I'm an alcoholic."

  Noriko looked Bethany straight in the eye. "Then why weren't
you sure you would be able to make it through the weekend without
a drink? How often do you drink, Bethany?"

  "I just -- it's just that it's kind of a habit. I dunno. I
usually have a shot before bedtime during the week. I only get
drunk on the weekends, though. Saturday nights, sometimes
Friday."

  Noriko stared straight at Bethany. "So it's not like you're
addicted or anything?"

  "Of course not, Noriko!" Bethany said angrily.

  "Ok, then, you won't have a problem not having a drink without
asking me from now on?"

  Bethany looked down for a minute, then back up. "I don't see
why I'd need to ask for permission to have a drink."

  Noriko grabbed Bethany's chin, forcing her to look her in the
eye. "Because you belong to me, slave, or have you forgotten
that?" Her voice was dangerously quiet.

  "No, mistress, but..."

  "You would have a problem, wouldn't you?" She kept a firm grip
on Bethany's chin, ignoring the stares of the other girls around
her.

  Bethany looked away as best she could, sagging. "I...yes. I
mean, maybe. Oh, I don't know, mistress. I'll try."

  "Answer me honestly this time, Bethany. I want you to think
about the answer. Do you have a drinking problem?"

  Bethany was silent for a long time, and when she finally
answered, the words were so quiet that Noriko could barely hear
them. "I think maybe I do, mistress. I haven't gone without
getting drunk on the weekend for nearly two years now."

  "Do you want to do something about it?" Noriko's voice was low
and intense.

  "Do you want me to?"

  "That's not an answer."

  Another long silence, then Noriko was forced to read Bethany's
lips; no sound came out as she answered. "Yes." Tears began to
roll down her cheeks.

  Noriko slipped her arm around the crying girl's waist. "Then
I'll help you. Lover, I'll help you with anything you need. All
you have to do is ask." She began urging her in the direction of
the bathroom. "Come on, let's get out of the hall."

  Bethany let herself be guided, sobbing. Once out of the hall,
she collapsed to the floor, wrapping her arms around Noriko's
waist and burying her face in Noriko's skirt as she cried.

  Noriko stroked Bethany's hair, murmuring reassurances. "I'll
help, Bethany. I'll help. I know you can do it. Anytime you get
tempted, just call me and I'll help, I promise. I promise."

  "I don't know if I can do it, mistress. I'll try, but I don't
know if I can. You'll help? You promise?"

  "I promise, pet. I'll be here for you. I promise."

   The counselor had arranged for them to miss their afternoon
classes, on the pretext that they were going to be helping her in
her office. Before they did anything else, she did give them
their test scores. Noriko, unsurprisingly, was in the top
percentile; Bethany, to Noriko's disappointment, was in the
sixty-second percentile.

  Noriko looked at her. "Bethany, I know you are smarter than
that. Why did you score so low?"

  Bethany shrugged. "I don't know. I never really paid much
attention in class. So long as I passed, Dad didn't care, and I
didn't either. It's not like it mattered."

  "It does matter, Bethany." Noriko looked to Asako for support,
who nodded in agreement.

  "It does, Bethany." Asako sighed. "I know it may not seem like
it, but it does." She thought for a moment. "Do you want Noriko
to be proud of you?"

  Bethany nodded. "Of course."

  "And would you be proud of someone who didn't live up to her
potential? Who didn't even try?"

  Bethany shrugged defensively. "I don't know."

  "Would you?"

  "I guess not."

  "Then if you don't try to do your best, why should Noriko be
proud of you?"

  Bethany thought about it. "She shouldn't." She shifted around
on the floor so that she could look up at Noriko. "Mistress, I'm
sorry that I have disappointed you again. I will try to do
better."

  Noriko looked down at her slave, smiling. "Thank you, Bethany.
I know you didn't care about --" She paused suddenly, realizing
something. "You didn't really care about anything, did you?"

  "You mean other than getting drunk, and raping people? Not
  really."

  "Do you now?"

  Bethany nodded. "Yes. I care about you, and I care about
repaying the people I hurt."

  "That's a start." Asako replied.

  Noriko looked at the counselor. "Do you think if Bethany pulled
her grades up, she could start tutoring some of the younger
students? I think it would be good for her."

  Asako nodded, surprised. "Yes, she could, and that's a very
good idea. Would you like that, Bethany?" Mentally, she had some
reservations; she fully intended to ensure that Bethany was never
left _alone_ with them, at least until she was certain that the
change was permanent and that Bethany wouldn't be returning to
her old ways.

  "Yes," Bethany answered. "I think I would. It would be nice to
be helping people for a change."

  Asako looked at her for a long moment. "You know, Bethany, I
don't think it's going to take you that long to learn how to be a
normal person. You are making good progress."

  "Thank you, Miss Sasaki," Bethany replied, blushing.

   Fumiki Yoshida sat slightly sideways in the chair, looking at
the counselor curiously. "What did you want to see me for?"

  Asako leaned forward and handed her a stack of papers. "First,
your test results are in. You didn't do badly, but I do believe
you could do better if you worked at it."

  Fumiki ignored the admonishment; she had long ago accepted that
she would never be as good as her brother, and no longer even
tried. "There was something else, Miss Sasaki?"

  "Yes." Instead of continuing, however, the counselor looked
uncomfortable.

  "Miss Sasaki?"

  Asako sighed. "I'm not entirely sure how to bring this up. Miss
Yoshida, you have known me for two years now. Have I ever acted
improperly towards you?"

  Fumiki looked confused. "No, Miss Sasaki."

  "Then I hope you will not take this the wrong way. Please trust
me that there _is_ a reason for asking, a good reason." She
hesitated. "You are not a virgin, are you, Miss Yoshida?"

  "You know I'm not, Miss Sasaki. You helped me when I was so
upset at the bastard who took it from me." Her voice wasn't
bitter, merely matter-of-fact.

  "And you haven't remained celibate since then, have you?"

  "No. I like sex. I enjoy it."

  "Have you ever had sex with a girl?"

  Fumiki looked at the counselor oddly. "Yes, I have, Miss
Sasaki. But...they can be fun, but I'd rather have something
filling me."

  "I understand. I have one last question for you. Have you ever
seen something like this before?" Asako handed her an adult
comic, the sort filled with tentacled monsters having sex with
dozens of women.

  "I, um, yes." Fumiki was blushing slightly. "My brother has a
bunch of these. I've read some of them."

  "What did you think of them?"

  "Well, it might be interesting to, um, be completely filled
like that, but I wouldn't want to be raped. Why are you asking me
these questions, Miss Sasaki?"

  Asako sighed. "Miss Yoshida -- Fumiki -- thank you for being
honest with me. I'm asking your questions because recently
someone came to me for help. This may sound strange, but she
needs to find girls who would be willing to have sex with a
friend of hers. I can't explain why, but I can tell you that it
is a _very_ good reason. I hope you can trust me enough to
believe me."

  Fumiki looked dubious, but said, "I suppose so. I take it you
are trying to recruit me for her?"

  Asako winced. "I suppose you could put it this way. I'd
actually just like you to talk to her about it. I don't want to
know where it goes after that." She hesitated. "I think I can
tell you that it might help save some girls from being raped."

  "What, she's getting him laid so that he doesn't go out and
rape people? Oh yeah, sounds like just my sort of guy."

  "Actually, Fumiki, that's more or less what she's doing.
However, the situation is more complicated than I can explain. I
--" Asako broke off. "I really can't say anymore. That's one way
of putting it, but it's misleading. Please, at least talk to
her."

  Fumiki looked at her skeptically, then sighed. "I suppose so,
but only because you've never lied to me before. I have a hard
time imagining what could _not_ make this guy a sleazebag, but
I'll talk to her."

  "Thank you, Fumiki. I need to ask one more thing of you."

  "What would that be, Miss Sasaki?"

  "If what you are going to be told were to get out, some people
could get badly hurt. I need you to swear that you won't reveal
it to anyone without permission."

  "I suppose so, _if_," Fumiki leaned forward and looked the
counselor in the eye, "_if_ you'll swear that this is not
something you would consider immoral or illegal."

  Asako nodded. "Fumiki, I swear to you that this is not
something that I consider immoral or illegal, and that it is for
a good cause."

  "Then I swear that I won't reveal it to anyone."

  Asako shook her head. "There's a specific oath. 'May the demon
N'gath'tu take my voice and stop me if I attempt to reveal what I
am about to learn without permission.'"

  The younger girl looked at her oddly, but repeated it. "Now,
when do I meet your friend?"

  "Right now. She's in the other room." Asako paused. "She
doesn't know who you are, and if you had decided not to speak to
her, she never would have. I want you to know that."

  Fumiki stood up. "Thank you, Miss Sasaki." She turned and
walked to the door, turning back as she reached it. "I have to
admit that part of the reason I'm doing this is that I can't
imagine what could possibly make you agree it's moral. I'm
curious."

  "Fumiki, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

   Noriko and Bethany sat in the side room, waiting. Noriko sat
in a straight-backed chair in the middle of the room, with
Bethany sitting on the floor in front of her. Her head was tilted
back, and she was looking at Noriko fondly.

  "What?" Noriko asked, massaging Bethany's temples.

  "I was just thinking how glad I am that you actually care about
me, mistress. I don't think I've ever had anyone care about me
before."

  Noriko smiled sadly. "I'm sorry you haven't had someone to
care, Bethany, but I do care." Before she could continue, she was
interrupted by the opening of the door.

  "Noriko?" asked Fumiki. "I didn't expect you to be here. Are we
waiting for Miss Sasaki's friend? I thought she was supposed to
be in here."

  Noriko looked down at Bethany. "Bethany, get Fumiki a chair."

  "Yes, mistress." Bethany scrambled up. Ignoring Fumiki's
surprised look, she brought over one of the chairs.

  Noriko looked at Fumiki. "I'm surprised to see you here, too,
but I knew you weren't a virgin."

  "Yeah, but I'm really surprised -- I mean, I thought for sure
you were. I'd never have guessed." Fumiki looked from Noriko to
Bethany and back. "And how'd you get Queen Bitch to call you
mistress? Blackmail or something?"

  Bethany winced at the nickname, sitting back down in front of
Noriko, who leaned down and took her hand, squeezing it tightly.

  "Fumiki, please don't call her that. I know she used to be
'Queen Bitch', but she's trying to change. She really is sincere
about that. Her name is Bethany."

  Fumiki looked at her skeptically. "She's trying to be nice now?
I'll believe it when I see it."

  Noriko's face clouded over, but Bethany squeezed her hand. "She
has good reason to be skeptical, mistress. I've got a reputation
that I'll probably never live down, not before I graduate."

  Noriko sighed. "You are right, Bethany. I just hate for your
efforts to be met like this."

  A little uncomfortable, Fumiki asked, "Bethany, are you really
trying to change?"

  Bethany nodded. "I really am, Fumiki. Miss Sasaki and Noriko
are helping, and I think I can become a good person with their
help. I know I wasn't before -- you have no idea just how bad I
was. But I'm trying."

  "Then I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I can't see the
Queen Bitch calling anyone Mistress."

  Bethany's mouth quirked in a smile. "She wouldn't have."

  "So where's this friend of Miss Sasaki's?"

  Noriko took a deep breath. "I'm the friend."

  "You? Then who are you --" Fumiki suddenly looked at Bethany.
"You aren't trying to find people to sleep with her, are you?"

  Noriko laughed. "No, definitely not. It's for someone else we
  know."

  "Oh. Ok. Then would you tell me what you are doing hanging
around someone who you think is going to go out and rape people
if they don't get laid?"

  Noriko chuckles. "Sure." She laid out a bare version of the
  story.

  Fumiki shook her head, standing up. "You're crazy. I'm not sure
how you got Miss Sasaki to go along with this, but you are nuts."
She turned to leave.

  "Wait. What if I can prove it?"

  Fumiki turned back around. "Sure." She smirked. "If you can
prove it, not only will I sleep with Nagathu or whatever his name
is, I'll go down on you right here. But if you fail to prove it,
I want Bethany there to go down on me -- in the girl'sbathroom."

  Bethany looked up at Noriko and pulled her head down to whisper
in her ear. Noriko looked up at Fumiki, then looked back down,
smiling. "You'll go down on me, right here, and you'll do one
other thing for me. I promise it won't be anything you object
to."

  "Sure. Hell, I'll go down on you in the bathroom if you'd
rather. It's not like you can prove something that's not true."

  "No thanks." Noriko smirked back. "That's Bethany's job."

  "So what's this proof you say you have?"

  Noriko closed her eyes, concentrating, then opened them. Fumiki
started when she saw the golden, slitted eyes, and gasped when
Noriko's tongue slithered out of her mouth and down a full foot
to tease Bethany's ear.

  "Satisfied?" Bethany asked, tilting her head to give her
mistress a better angle.

  "Um....yeah." Fumiki took a few steps closer, looking at the
tongue closely. "My god. What happened to you?"

  "N'gath'tu made a few changes to me. I like them." Noriko
smiled and ran her tongue across her fangs. "A lot. Look." With
her tongue, she pointed out the two holes she'd bitten in
Bethany's ear.

  Fumiki looked at the holes, then back to Noriko. "You did
  that?"

  Noriko nodded. "Yeah. This was before Bethany had reformed."

  "Wow," Fumiki breathed, then looked at Bethany. "Move."

  "Huh?"

  "She convinced me she was telling the truth. Move so I can go
down on her."

  Noriko laughed. "You don't have to right now, Fumiki. But I
will hold you to the other part."

  Fumiki looked a touch disappointed, then remembered the other
half of the bet. "What is it you want me to do?"

  "Bethany wants you to hold her head while she proves to you
that she really has changed." Noriko stood up, and Bethany pulled
her panties down.

  "She wants me to hold her head while she goes down on you?"
Fumiki asked, confused, as Bethany held her head just below
Noriko's cunt.

  "Not exactly. Grab her by the hair, wrap it around your hand.
Don't let her move her head at all -- I don't want to make a mess
on the floor. But I trust her."

  Puzzled, Fumiki wrapped her hand in Bethany's hair, pulling the
blonde's head up and forward into Noriko's crotch, her other hand
slipping down between her own legs as she saw Bethany's tongue
reach out and begin licking. She was a little confused by
Bethany's technique; she wasn't far enough back to lick the
opening of Noriko's cunt, but she wasn't near the clit either.

  Noriko looked down, smiling, as she saw where Fumiki's hand
was. Moaning, her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she began
licking her own clit.

  Fumiki gasped as she saw the end of Noriko's tongue curling
around her own clit, flicking back and forth across it.
Fascinated, she watched it until a strange sound distracted her.
Looking back down at Bethany's face, she was shocked to see piss
spurting out into her mouth.

  "You're pissing on her!"

  "Mmmhmm," agreed Noriko, stiffening as an orgasm shot through
her body. Pausing briefly from licking herself, she said, "Feels
good. Hot little tongue licking while I piss.....mmm." Then her
tongue curled back out to her clit.

  "My god," whispered Fumiki, her hand rubbing her clit. "Can I
  try?"

  "Sure, once I'm through. Or did you want to taste it?"

  "No, I meant...." her voice trailed off as she leaned closer.
"My god. I want to feel her tongue doing that. Now I have to
piss."

  "Once I'm through with her mouth, you are welcome to use it.
She's a total slut. Aren't you, slave?" Bethany nodded slightly,
her tongue never pausing in its motion over Noriko's pisshole.

  Fascinated, Fumiki leaned in closer, jerking back when a drop
splashed on her lips. Before she realized what she was doing, she
licked her lips clean, her nose wrinkling. "Not as bad as I'd
expected, but not something I'd want to drink."

  Bethany was licking Noriko's cunt clean of the last drops of
piss. "I'm not sure I could say I like the taste, but I like
doing that. I like how dirty it is." She licked her lips. "I like
being a piss-drinking slut. Did you want to use my mouth?"

  Fumiki nodded jerkily. "Yes," she said, her voice hoarse.

  Bethany put her hands on Fumiki's hips, urging her up to a
standing position. Running her hands over Fumiki's ass, she
looked up at her. "Would you like me to use my tongue to make you
come before I drink your piss? Or should I just get you nice and
turned on, and then make you come as I lick you clean after
you've used me as your toilet?" she asked softly. "Which would
you like better?"

  "Yes, I mean, god, I don't know."

  Noriko stepped around behind Fumiki, her tongue reaching out
and curling around the trembling girl's ear as her hands caressed
her breasts. "Why don't you have her make you come, and piss in
her mouth while you are coming? It feels _really_ good to feel
the piss flowing out onto a soft, licking tongue while you come.
Trust me, I know."

  Fumiki looked down at Bethany, grabbing her blonde hair in one
hand while lifting her skirt with the other. "Eat me. Make me
come with your tongue if you want my piss in your mouth." She
moaned as Bethany pulled down her panties with one hand, sliding
a finger in her cunt with the other. "You can finger me if you
want, but if you want me to piss in your mouth you'll get that
slutty little tongue on me." She wrapped both hands in blonde
hair and shoved Bethany's face into her crotch.

  Noriko whispered in Fumiki's ear as she moaned, feeling
Bethany's tongue on her clit. "She's good, isn't she? Would you
believe that she'd never licked anyone's cunt before she licked
mine? She's a natural, isn't she?"

  Fumiki nodded, twisting her head around to kiss Noriko hard.
She moaned into Noriko's mouth when she felt the long, prehensile
tongue darting into her mouth. It didn't take her long to reach
the edge of orgasm, and when Noriko bit down on her tongue she
began to shudder. Shoving Bethany's face down until she felt a
soft, insistent tongue probing at her pisshole, she relaxed her
bladder, letting the piss flow out into the blonde's mouth.
Holding Noriko's mouth to hers tightly, she screamed, trusting in
the kiss to muffle the sound. Her hips bucked and thrust
involuntarily as she came, and she could feel some of the piss
miss Bethany's mouth and stream over her face. Finally the flow
stopped, and she could feel the soft warm tongue licking her
clean of the urine. The tongue moved down along her thighs,
catching the liquid that had rubbed onto them from Bethany's
face. Looking down, she could see Bethany's face shining with wet
piss.

  Noriko knelt down, kissing her slave tenderly, then began
licking her face clean. Fumiki drew a sharp breath as she watched
the smaller girl lovingly wash her slave's face with her tongue.
Noriko gave Bethany a last, gentle kiss, then leaned back. "Was
it as good as you hoped, pet?"

  Bethany nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes. Do you want to
just chain me to the wall in the bathroom with a sign around my
neck? 'Piss slut available for use'?"

  Noriko laughed. "What do you think, Fumiki?"

  Fumiki pretended to consider, then shook her head. "No, I think
we'd have too much trouble with the administration. They might
insist on keeping her for themselves, and I don't think even
Bethany would enjoy that." She laughed as Bethany made a face;
the members of the administration were uniformly fifty years old
or older.

  "Eww. No, I wouldn't. Some of the teachers, now..." Bethany
grinned. "So, did you like using my mouth as your toilet?" She
licked her lips sensuously.

  Fumiki closed her eyes, a small shudder running through her
body. "Oh yeah. So when do I get to meet this demon of yours?"

  Noriko chuckled. "Well, what are you doing Saturday night? Do
you think you could attend a slumber party?"

  Fumiki smiled. "I think I could talk my parents into it." She
hesitated. "Do you think I could borrow Bethany for my toilet
while it's fucking me? That sounds really kinky...I think I'd
like it."

  Noriko leaned over and kissed Fumiki thoroughly; Fumiki could
taste a little piss still on her tongue. "Sure, if I can use your
mouth."

  "For...that?"

  Noriko looked at her. "If I said that was the only way you
could use her, would you?"

  Fumiki hesitated. "I...guess so."

  Noriko kissed her again. "You don't have to. I'll let you use
her for free. But it would _really_ turn me on to piss in your
mouth. Can I?"

  Fumiki looked down. "Can I think about it?"

  Noriko tilted her chin back up. "Sure."

  "I'd love to go down on you, I'm just not sure about...that."

  "You don't have to if you don't want to." Noriko's tongue
slipped down and into Bethany's mouth for a second before
returning. "Only my slave here has to do it."

  Bethany shuddered slightly at the words, then opened her eyes.
"If we're going to have time to talk to the other candidates Miss
Sasaki is going to find us, we should probably finish up."

  Noriko nodded, handing Fumiki a slip of paper with both her and
Bethany's cellphone numbers. "If it's OK with your parents, we'll
pick you up around five on Saturday."

  Fumiki nodded. "I'll call and let you know either way." She
kissed them each thoroughly before turning and walking out of the
room.

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