Touko-chan in Wonderland

Thought I'd start out with my latest fic, some nice, friendly, lovable MariMite smut. It's rated R, so no peeky if you are under 18. It's also behind the cut. Viva la Fanfic Revolution! We are the Killer Bees, Senor!

Touko's Adventures in Wonderland

by Sean Gaffney

Marimite (c) Konno Oyuki, Cobalt, and various other licensors.
None of these characters are mine.

This fic is rated R, and contains sexual themes, as well as
sexual kinks. Don't read it if you're not old enough to.

Touko pursed her lips, staring at the note in front of her.

*Touko-chan, please come to the front of the mansion. We have
an event that we need you to be a part of. Fukuzawa Yumi.*

Touko sniffed. She's not my soeur, she thought, even though she
acts like it. But she feels the need to order me around like
she is. Well, okay, she doesn't order me around. She just
suggests things. And I do them. Because... I don't know.
Because she smiles at me, and talks about how sad she'd be if I
wasn't there. And because I'm a complete and total sheep with
no will of my own.

Touko was someone who prided herself on her ability to speak her
mind. Today she'd walk right up to Yumi-sama and tell her that
Yumi-sama had no right ordering her around like this when she
was not part of the Yamayurikai, and from now on would simply
have to do whatever insipid task she had on hand without Touko's

Of course, in order to do this, she'd have to go to the mansion,
just like Yumi-sama had asked. Pathetic. Sheep.

She found herself at the door, and saw another note pinned to

*Just go on inside and go up to the meeting room... Shimako and
Noriko are already hard at work. --Y*

There was a little smiley face next to the Y. For anyone else
(including Touko herself), it would have been forced cuteness.
But Yumi-sama was just sort of naturally cute. Even Touko
couldn't deny that.

Touko sighed as she walked up the stairs. It wasn't as if Yumi-
sama wasn't nice to her, or helpful. Touko's recent problems
with the drama club had been very trying, and Yumi-sama had been
right there for her. Some days Touko wondered if she should
just accept Yumi-sama's rosary. At least as her soeur she'd
have some sort of say in things.

Not that Yumi-sama had actually offered Touko her rosary. Or,
for that matter, given any clear indication that she had even
considered it. Sachiko-oneesama had been pressuring her to
choose a soeur, but Touko suspected that if it was left up to
Yumi-sama, she'd simply leave school with Sachiko-oneesama and
go become her live-in companion.

Plus there was Kanako, the 'other candidate', according to Mami-
san. Everyone in the school knew that when Yumi-sama eventually
picked her petite soeur, there were only two possible candidates
- her and Kanako. To Touko that was no choice at all. Kanako
was psychotic. Sure, bad family life, but basically psychotic

Luckily Sachiko-oneesama had been taking more of a hand in
Kanako's life lately, meaning the young girl had less time to
stalk Yumi-sama.

Unluckily, that gave Yumi-sama time to do things like whatever
it was she wanted Touko to help with. Touko sighed and opened
the door.


Shimako lay back on the table, her blouse askew and her skirt
missing, her hand tweaking at one of her nipples. Her breath
was coming in ragged gasps. Between her legs was the face of
Touko's friend, Nijou Noriko. Who had her hand gently stroking
the inside of Shimako's thighs, and her tongue stroking
something else even more intimate.

Touko turned beet red. They hadn't even noticed her come in.

She knew that this sort of thing went on at the school, though
it wasn't nearly as pervasive as new first-years thought. Some
petite soeurs were just... very close to their oneesamas. It
was the sort of thing no one talked about. And certainly she
knew Shimako and Noriko were incredibly close, even for soeurs.
She really wasn't all that surprised by them being intimate.

She was surprised by them being intimate on the Rose Council

Shimako's cries grew louder and more throaty. All the first-
years had assumed when they originally met Shimako that she was
destined to become a nun. Noriko had once said that she and
Shimako had had discussions about the topic, where Noriko had
tried to show her other points of view. This must have been
what she meant.

Touko shuffled back, trying to quietly abandon the room (and the
mansion). Suddenly Shimako let out a long cry, and sat up.

"Oh. Noriko, Touko-chan is here." Touko stared, as, sitting
up, it was now apparent that Shimako was wearing a pair of big,
floppy rabbit ears.

Noriko groaned, and removed herself from between her oneesama's
legs, her face still damp. "Your timing sucks, Touko-chan."

"And so do you, apparently," Touko murmured, not really
cognizant of what she was saying.

Noriko got up and reached under Shimako's torso, lowering her
mouth onto her breast to suckle for a few seconds before pulling
out another card that looked to have Yumi's writing on it.
"Congratulations, you've hit the first part of the scavenger

"SCAVENGER hunt!" Touko exclaimed. "What am I supposed to

"That would be telling," Noriko grinned. She then moaned
slightly as Shimako's hands were beginning to roam around under
her blouse. "You can go read that card, or watch some more.
Whichever makes you happy."

Touko turned and fled the room, slamming the door behind her.
She felt herself breathing harder, which she imagined was from
the added stress and not from seeing her best friend get it on
with Rosa Gigantea.

She looked down at the card, once again written in Yumi's sloppy
lettering. *Touko-chan. I hope Noriko-chan was able to get
this to you. Can you meet me downstairs? Yoshino-san is having
trouble breaking in the gym room we just added. --Y*

Touko stared. And then shook her head. I have an excuse to
walk out, she thought firmly. I can say that I was traumatised
by Noriko having sex. No, I can't. Because if I talk about sex
in front of Yumi-sama I think Sachiko-oneesama would rise up and
bury me in an unmarked grave.

In any case, she was getting out of here. She headed down the
stairs, her eyes locked on the front door...

...and suddenly the stairs folded up flat, and she found herself
sliding down into darkness.


Touko fell for what seemed like forever. Certainly it was
several floors, and she started to wonder whether she was having
a weird fever dream. Finally she shot out onto a floor covered
with gym mats, gasping.

She stood up, still clutching Yumi-sama's note in her hand, and
realized this was the gym room that had been mentioned in it.
She didn't really get much of a chance to study it, however, as
her eyes were quickly drawn to the spectacle in the center of
the room.

Normally, Yoshino-sama would be enough to take in. She was
dressed in an old-fashioned British fox-hunting outfit, except
Touko was fairly certain that those outfits weren't meant to
have cut-outs where the breasts were. She had a fancy yellow
hat, and a yellow riding crop, both the color of her Rose
House. And she had that look that people had learned was
Yoshino-sama's 'insane' look, the one that caused students to
flee the immediate vicinity whenever they saw it.

But compared to Rosa Foetida, Yoshino-sama looked positively
normal. Rei was dressed in a leather bikini-like outfit, only
with a few more straps biting into her legs and chest. Her
mouth was drawn back by a metal bridle, with blinders. The...
well, the panty minimum back of the outfit was enhanced by a
tail. Yes, a tail, made from what seemed to be real hair.
Touko prayed fervently that it was held on merely by glue,
rather than any of the other, more disturbing options that
presented themselves. Finally, she was wearing gloves that
were shaped like hooves.

She was also, Touko was slightly relieved to note, blushing
crimson red and looking down at the floor. At least someone is
embarrassed about all this, Touko thought, looking at Yoshino-
sama's proud smirk.

"Hello there, Touko-chan."

Touko eeped and spun around, looking into the face of a woman
she had never met, but knew was the former Rosa Foetida from
photos she'd seen at Sachiko-oneesama's mansion. She was
carrying a clipboard, and wore a headband... and nothing else.

"I want to apologize for the behavior you're witnessing."

Touko was beyond bothering to be polite. "You *think*?" she
exclaimed in disbelief.

"Of course," Torii Eriko said primly. She strode over to where
the other two were, managing to look graceful and elegant even
in her nudity. "Rei-chan should be looking you directly in the
eye," and as she said this she grabbed Rei's short hair and
yanked it back, eliciting a muffled cry from the young woman.
"And kneeling tall and proud, as a pony should." With this, she
jammed her knee into Rei's back, forcing her upright.

Touko just stared, her mouth wide.

Eriko-sama stepped back, and Rei stayed where she was, breasts
jutting out firmly, her eyes staring directly into Touko's now.
They seemed to smolder; Touko guessed it was Eriko-sama who had
put that there. Wonderful, she thought, Rosa Foetida's into

Eriko-sama moved over to Yoshino-sama, whose look of pride had
turned into uncertainty. She grabbed the crop from Yoshino-
sama's unresisting hand. "This is totally unacceptable,
Yoshino-chan. I graduated from Lillian with the understanding
that you would take Rei in hand to make her into the perfect
pony. And what do I find when Yumi-chan invites me back? She
can't even look a first-year in the eye. What do you have to
say for yourself?"

Yoshino-sama's eyes were wide and fearful. "I'm... I'm sorry,

Eriko-sama raised an eyebrow. "Sorry?"

"I'll do better! I promise!" Yoshino-sama sounded panicked,
but there was also a trace of arousal there.

Shaking her head, Eriko-sama walked over to Yoshino-sama and
yanked on her riding pants, pulling them to the floor. Touko
was utterly unsurprised to find that she wasn't wearing any
panties under them. "I think you need to remember what real
discipline is, Yoshino-chan..."

She then reached out with her free hand and smacked Yoshino-sama
hard on the bottom. Yoshino-sama twitched, but made no noise -
Touko guessed that silence was part of the punishment. She
shifted on her feet, and cleared her throat.

Eriko-sama smacked Yoshino-sama once more, then turned. "I'm
sorry, Touko, you're right. We musn't keep you." She walked
over to Rosa Foetida, bent over, and whispered something in her
ear. Rei-sama immediately relaxed and got up, seeming to turn
back to normal, or as normal as Rosa Foetida ever could be when
wearing a bridle. She walked over to a pile of school uniforms
in the back and retrieved another card, which she then handed
to Touko.

Touko blushed and looked down, but managed to look back up at
Rosa Foetida. Hell, maybe the older woman would start slapping
her around if she didn't, who knew? "Thanks."

Yoshino-sama had straightened up too, which drew another painful
swat from Eriko-sama. "Excuse me, I only gave one of you
permission to move. You truly have regressed while I was gone."

Touko looked at this, then back at Rosa Foetida. Who winked.

Touko shook her head and headed out the exit, hearing the sharp
smacks on Yoshino-sama's bottom fade into the distance.

*Touko-chan - I hope the others managed to have a good workout.
Did you get sweaty as well? Come to the baths, they're towards
the end of the corridor on the right. --Y*

Was this really Yumi-sama doing this, Touko wondered. She knew
Yumi-sama wasn't as innocent as she appeared, but this seemed a
little ridiculous...


The baths were as well-laid out as the gymnasium had been,
looking more like a hot springs than a public bath. Touko
peered into the room slowly, not sure who she'd find in there.
She was rather surprised to see the school newspaper's two
reporters, sitting back in deep relaxation, sake cups in their

Mami-sama was also gently caressing Minako-sama's breast, but by
now Touko wasn't startled. She was rather annoyed, though, at
their presence in the Rose Mansion. "Do the others know you're
here?" she said without preamble.

Minako-sama's eyes opened and she smiled slyly. "Of course,
little Touko-chan. We're all part of the master plan!"

Mami-sama sighed, and pinched Minako-sama's nipple. "Stop

"That's not a convincing way to get me to stop," Minako-sama

"Can we just pretend I watched you two have sex so that you can
tell me what's going on?"

Mami-sama smiled at Touko, trying to look sympathetic. "We
don't really know the story either, Touko-chan. Oneesama has
been trying to figure it out herself." She looked askance at
the sake. "Unfortunately, as that bottle's gotten emptier, the
theories have gotten weirder."

"I've got it!" Minako-sama shouted, flailing her arms and
accidentally groping Mami-sama. Well, Touko assumed it was
accidental. "Remember how you said my theory about killing
Touko-chan, scooping out her insides, then inflating her and
making a blow up doll for Yumi-chan was ludicrous?"

Touko blanched, and Mami-sama thrust Minako-sama back down into
the bath. "Yes."

"Well, then, it must be duplicates! The real Touko-chan is
destroyed, and a compliant clone robot is created, programmed to
worship Yumi-chan. The robot would think it was real, of
course, and just assume that Yumi-chan had converted her to
sapphism by benefit of being really cute and huggable and
luscious -- ow!"

"Stop dreaming of fucking Yumi-chan and get back to fucking me,"
Mami-sama growled. She turned to Touko. "Never let Oneesama
near alcohol - she starts plotting how to seduce the entire
student body."

"Uh huh," said Touko, beginning to feel a lot like a Greek

"Or maybe it's Satou-san! She never really left, did she,
always lurking over there at the University, watching over us
all with her fingers of doom and sexy breasts. I bet she's a
vampire. It explains so much. She must have enthralled Yumi
right before she graduated, which explains how the girl got a
backbone so quickly..."

"Good old Red-eyes Satou, they call her..." Mami-sama said,

Minako-sama stood up shakily, and pointed her finger at Touko.
Touko averted her eyes from the display this created. "Do you
feel it, Touko-chan? Can you feel the Yamayurikai's fingers
slowly creeping through your brain? You're already beginning to
feel... CONFUSED, aren't you?"

Touko nodded. "I think that's a given."

"That's how it starts!" Minako-sama nodded her head, looking
very smug. "The confusion starts in the brain, and then
sloooooowly spreads to the pussy."

Touko put her face to her hand. "Oh, for god's sake."

"We know there's mind control at work here, Touko-chan, we're
just not s--"

There was a loud splash, as Minako-sama fell back into the bath.
Mami-sama was behind her, a bucket in her hand, slightly dented.
"Sorry about that, but I think she was about to move on to how
Rosa Chinensis is secretly an Illuminatus, and I can't tell you
how bored I am with that theory."

"Can I just get Yumi-sama's stupid card?" Touko was beginning
to feel a bit dizzy. She wanted to get the hell out of here.

"Here," Mami-sama said, moving the sake bottle and handing Touko
another white card. "For what it's worth, Touko-chan, I really
have no idea what the hell is going on. We got a phone call
saying to come to the Mansion, and were taken here and given
alcohol by Rosa Foetida... um, the former Rosa Foetida."

"And she said to just get drunk and have sex until I arrive?"

Mami grinned. "No, but they left sake. And when oneesama gets
drunk, she gets paranoid and horny. I can fix the latter."

Touko sighed, and turned. "Bye," she said curtly.

"Good luck! If you find out what's going on, can we get an
exclusive?" But Touko was out the door. She looked at the

*Touko-chan -- I apologize if Minako-sama was appalling. The
alcohol was a necessary evil. Can you grab some rolls of film
from the orange utility closet ahead of you and bring them to
Tsutako-chan at the top of the stairs to the left? I promise
things will become clearer. --Y*

Touko resisted the urge to crumple the card into a ball.
Instead she moved to the closet, grabbed the film, and took the
stairs two at a time. "This can't end fast enough," she


As Touko reached the top of the stairs, she began to hear a
rhythmic clicking of a camera shutter. Presumably Tsutako-sama
was with someone else, and since Mami-sama was down in the baths
with Minako-sama, there was really only one other person Touko
could imagine in there.

Sure enough, as Touko entered the room, there was Naitou Shouko,
Tsutako-sama's Number One Fan, lying on a large bed in her
uniform. Although her uniform had been 'modified' quite a bit.
Touko was positive that Sachiko-oneesama would never tie Yumi-
sama to the headboard with her cravat. Or at least would use a
much better knot.

Tsutako-sama was behind the camera, taking picture after picture
of Shouko-chan looking tied up and helpless. Tsutako-sama was
also topless, but after what Touko had witnessed earler, this
seemed positively civilized. The camera sat on a tripod,
allowing Tsutako-sama the greatest freedom of movement.

Tsutako-sama didn't even turn to acknowledge Touko's presence,
but just reached out a hand in her direction. Touko made a
little noise in the back of her throat. However, she gave the
film to Tsutako-sama as Yumi-sama had asked.

Tsutako-sama had noticed Touko's reaction, though, and chuckled.
"You don't seem quite as horrified as I thought you'd be.
Interested, or just bored?"

"I expected this of you," Touko said truthfully. "After all,
you don't even bother to hide it on campus, skulking around with
your camera all the time." Touko was starting to recover her
usual brashness, and decided to let loose on Tsutako-sama a bit.
"You keep talking about finding interesting stories, but isn't
it strange that your pictures are always of soeurs in close
embracing, or looking longingly at each other? One might almost
think you were obsessed."

Tsutako-sama smiled, and moved away from her camera. "Yes, I
admit I like to photograph pretty girls. I don't exactly make
that a secret, Touko-chan." She moved towards the bed, where
Shouko-chan was gazing at her breasts with a longing expression.
This surprised Touko even less, having spoken with the girl
several times. Most first-years were rather shocked when they
heard about the occasional sexual relationship among their
peers; Shouko-chan was actively seeking it out.

Tsutako-sama continued her speech. "But don't you find it
strange that I have no trouble at all finding those pictures?
People talk about how there are some couples whose love is
physical, but it's far more the norm than you'd think.
Everyone knows the quiet places, the out of the way areas
where it's private... and then the inhibitions fall."

She crept on top of the bed, looking almost feline, and Touko
noticed that she had a rosary wrapped around her thigh, as if it
was a garter. Shouko-chan seemed to notice it for the first
time as well, and began to struggle with her bonds. Tsutako-
sama wasn't paying any attention to her, though or at least not
outwardly appearing to.

"They could still be caught at any moment, Touko-chan. The
sweetest kisses are the ones with a touch of danger about them.
Forbidden fantasies on a sunny afternoon. You have to be quick,
there's always the danger of getting caught."

"Am I going to have to sit through another lecture while you
have sex with Shouko-chan?" Touko said. She was beginning to
lose her will to fight.

Much to her surprise, Tsutako-sama yelled back at her. "If
that's what gets through to you, then yes, I will! Do you have
any idea what you're doing to Yumi-chan? She's given you every
kind of opportunity, goodness knows why. She's helped you when
everyone else on campus would be happy to see you fail, and yet
you don't give her what she so desperately desires?"

"Yumi-sama's not like that! She wouldn't do anything like
this!" Touko desperately shouted. "And you're one to talk! I
notice you still have your own rosary!"

Tsutako-sama grinned. "I had to buy this one specially - I
never had an oneesama to get it from. But you're right, I have
been cruel." She turned back to Shouko-chan, and bent low,
placing her forehead against the younger girl's. Her voice
turned serious. "Shouko-chan, do you want to take my rosary? I
can promise you this isn't because of Touko being here, or any
bets or dares. I want this. I want to take your hand and guide
you as an oneesama, and I want to see you happy." She then bent
right next to Shouko-chan's ear and whispered something Touko
didn't hear, but considering how Shouko-chan turned a deep shade
of crimson, she could guess what the gist was.

Tsutako-sama straghtened back up. "And despite the atmosphere,
this is a "sacred ritual", as Rosa Chinensis would say. Will
you have my rosary?"

Shouko-chan looked up at Tsutako-sama, sheer adoration in her
eyes. "I accept."

Tsutako-sama smiled, then hiked up her skirt, revealing her
rosary and a long expanse of thigh. "Then take it."

There was a tearing sound, as Shouko-chan's bonds tore and she
pounced on Tsutako-sama, who fell backwards laughing. She then
noticed that Touko was still in the room. "Oh, right, Touko-
chan. Get out."

Well, at least I don't have to stay and watch the sex, Touko
thought. "Don't I need a card?"

Tsutako moaned, then focused again. "Right, Yumi-chan's card.
Under the tripod leg. Don't move the camera or I will break you
in two."

Touko moved over to the tripod and took the card, her movements
rather robotic. She left the room and leaned up against the
wall for a minute, then glanced at the card.

*Touko-chan: Thank you very much for delivering the film.
We're nearly done! If you could just go over to the gaming room
(6 doors down on your right), they'll have what you need. Keep
smiling! --Y*

Touko shook her head - and then stopped in mid-motion. Her mind
went back to the argument she'd had with Tsutako-sama.

Touko prided herself on knowing what others were thinking.
People like Noriko and Shouko were open books to her, and she
was convinced that the easiest person on the entire campus to
read was Yumi-sama. Anything she was thinking was written all
over her face.

But what if she was wrong?

More slowly than before, Touko made her way towards her next
destination, a thoughtful expression on her face.


"Full house, Kings over fives."

"Not so fast. Four Queens."

"Dammit. What is it with you people?"

"Just strip, Katou-san."

Really, by now Touko was beyond being surprised. She walked
into the room and noticed it was larger than normal, set up like
a miniature casino. At the poker table were two people she
recognized - the former Rosa Gigantea and Chinensis - and two
she didn't. One girl was wearing thick black frames, white bra
and panties, and nothing else, having just taken off her shirt.
The other, a serene looking girl, was wearing a complete outfit,
and had half the chips in front of her. The other half were in
front of the former Chinensis, Mizuno Youko.

This meant that Satou Sei was completely naked, something that
apparently didn't faze her at all. "Ah, it's the guest of
honor! Touko-chaaaaan, get over here!"

Was this how it was going to end? She'd heard the rumors about
the former Rosa Gigantea - that students who misbehaved were
given to her for 'discipline' and somehow were never quite the
same. Even after graduation, everyone knew that Satou Sei was
the most sex-mad student to hit the school since the sixties.
Would it end like this, with Yumi sacrificing Touko to that
great slavering beast? She knew she'd been occasionally blunt,
others might even say cruel, but really, this was too much.

She felt her legs move of their own accord. Clearly her body
had its own ideas, and was drawn to Satou Sei like a moth to a
flame. A bright, licking flame.

As she stood by the table Sei grabbed her by the shoulder and
hugged her tightly. "You must be exhausted!"

Touko twitched but said nothing.

Sei grinned, that dirty old man grin that defined her. "And
you're aroused too, aren't you? Just a little bit? It's OK, no
one here cares except Kei-chan, and by the end of the day she
won't care either."

"I'm not going to bed with you," the girl with glasses - must be
Kei - said, chewing her lip.

"Uh huh. So how do you feel, Touko-chan?"

Touko opened her mouth to tell Sei off, then shut it suddenly,
turning red.

She was aroused. No, forget that, she was incredibly horny.

When had that happened? DAMMIT! She had been so wrapped up in
her own thoughts, how the hell had she not noticed this?

Sei grinned. "Now Touko, I want to ask you something about this
game we're having."

Youko groaned. "Oh God, why can't you give it a rest?" Kei put
her face in her hands. The other girl just smiled.

"Now Touko-chan. You are the protagonist in this little
performance. You've gone down the rabbit-hole, and run into all
measure of abnormal things. And now you come across the four of
us, playing a game. It all seems like a dream, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Touko said.

"And keeping that in mind, what's wrong with what we're

Touko blinked. Her forehead started to crinkle, but then Sei
slapped her cheek slightly, causing her to look up in shock.

"Don't think about it. What's your instinctual answer?"

"You should be playing mahjong," Touko said.

"A ha!" Sei leaped into the air, dragging Touko along with her
for a bit until she was able to stagger back. "I win!"

"Sei, we're playing poker because it's easier to strip. We've
told you this over and over again."

"There's strip mahjong too!" Sei insisted.

"Only on your Neo Geo!" Youko growled.

Had they always been like this, Touko wondered.

Sei grinned, then hopped onto the table, squatting down in front
of Kei. "Anyway, she said it. It's not just me. So I win."
She closed her eyes and tried to pucker up for a kiss. "Reward

"I never agreed to be your reward," Kei said, trying to back her
chair away from the table.

"You didn't have to, Kei-chan. You are my Penelope, my Juliet.
You are the goal I strive for, the one above all others."

"And what does that make me?" Youko pouted.

"Comic relief," Sei said sharply, before turning back to Kei,
who was starting to look as dazed as Touko felt. "Don't deny
the burning passion that you feel deep in your soul."

"And your pants," said Shizuka, smiling.

"You can go back to Italy any goddamn time," Sei said. She was
then interrupted by Kei reaching out, grabbing Sei's arm, and
pulling her roughly to the carpted floor, whereupon she
straddled her.

"All right, you win. I've tried denying myself long enough.
Take me, Sei! Show me what you've shown the others already!
Make me yours!"

Sei blinked, then grinned. "Well, since you asked..." She then
proceeded to give her a kiss that made Touko's toes curl even
from back over by the table.

After about a minute, the two of them came up for air. "You
were supposed to feel embarrassed and stop," Kei murmured

"So you want me to stop?" Sei said.

"Nuh-uh," Kei grinned. They then went back to kissing

Touko started to find Youko gently taking her arm and leading
her to the door, pressing a card into her hand. "Knowing Sei's
ability to unlock repression like I do, they're going to be a
while. And trust me, it's firsthand knowledge. And Shizuka
and I will be joining them soon. So best for you to go and
face your final boss."

"Youko-san, I'm sorry, but we can't have sex."

Youko blinked. "Are you unattracted to me? Or... it's not
jealousy, is it? Not with Sei over there playing Kei like a
grand piano."

"Oh, it's nothing like that. I have no doubt you'd be a
wonderful lover. No, it's purely aesthetics."

Youko stared blankly. Then a lightbulb turned on in her head.

"Hold on one moment, I think there's something in the other
room." She scampered off, leaving Touko looking at Shizuka, who
smiled right back at her.

"It won't be long now. And I have a feeling this isn't
punishment, for what it's worth. Though the others all seem to
think so. Frankly, if people say about a person that they
should 'know their place', as some have said of you, I tend to
support them anyway. And besides, Fukuzawa's not like that."

"Um... she's not like that, but she's the sort to organize a
giant orgy under the Rose Mansion to seduce me into a sexual

"Precisely. The word is 'seduce', not force'."

There was a cough, and both Shizuka and Touko turned to look at
the unfamiliar girl who stood before them.

Except she wasn't unfamiliar, it was clearly Mizuno Youko. She
was just... blonde. "There was a wig that Eriko had used for a
party in the back room." She leaned over and gently kissed the
side of Shizuka's neck. "Do I aesthetically please you now? Or
do you need me to be naive and submissive as well? Oh, and call
me Shimako and I won't hesitate to break a bone."

Shizuka inhaled sharply. "Goodbye, Touko-san. Sorry we didn't
give you tea, but I think you'll agree that this party is mad."
And then she took Youko's hand and moved towards one of the long
couches on the side of the wall.

Touko stared at them, then back at Sei and Kei, who were now
completely naked. She breathed in, and felt her nostrils flare.

She really hoped that the next room was Yumi.


Touko leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and looked at
the card.

*Behind the red door. I'm waiting for you. Yours, Yumi.*

Touko looked up. At the end of the corridor was a simple red
door. Not in the shape of a heart or anything, or even a
biscuit like the Council room.

And behind it... what? Touko had no idea what to think anymore.
Shizuka said that everyone else was expecting some sort of
punishment. Was that what this was? Yumi-sama, growing weary
with Touko's blunt criticism and feigned disinterest, had
decided to get revenge? If so, it was a twisted sort of

No, even assuming that her previous views of Yumi-sama were
wrong, this still seemed like an aberration. Could there be
someone else...?

Suddenly, Touko was afraid to open that door.

She knew who was behind it.

She had walked right up to it, and now rested a hand on the
knob. Her arousal had not gone away - in fact, it was worse -
but there was now a healthy aspect of fear involved as well.
She controlled her breathing, forcing herself not to start

The knob turned, and she jumped. It was as she'd expected.
There, on the other side, was Sachiko-oneesama. Giving her very
best polite smile. Touko had based her own on Sachiko's, but it
was clear that even as an actress, she still hadn't mastered it
the way the older woman had.

She gestured. "Come in, Touko-chan." Touko swallowed and
walked inside.

The room itself was wallpapered in gold, perhaps to accentuate
the red velvetey curtains that draped themselves across the
center of each wall. Another curtained area was to her right,
but Touko only noticed it for a moment, because her eyes were
drawn to the large table and bed on the left.

'Bed' was perhaps the wrong term. It resembled nothing so much
as the cushioned bed-table that you got medical examinations on.
Complete with the thin white easily tearable paper. And the
table next to it... well, an examination might be about to take
place, but it was unlikely to be approved by nine out of ten

Touko was no naive virgin. Well, OK, she was a virgin, but she
knew about sex. She had read a few sexy josei-type magazines.
And she was no stranger to getting herself off if the need

But there, on the table, were a large assortment of instruments,
half of which Touko did not even vaguely recognize. She could
guess they were sexual in nature, though, judging by the other
half that she did. Blindfold, gag, collar, and 3 different
types of vibrators all lay there, clean and lined up. Along
with some small metal balls, a long bar with ankle restraints at
either end, and a cat o' nine tails.

It would appear that Shizuka had been incorrect. Punishment was
what this was clearly designed for.

The door closed with an ominous slam. Touko turned to see that
Sachiko had now removed her school uniform, and was dressed in a
blood-red slip that matched the curtains so precisely that they
looked as though they were cut from the same fabric.

Touko felt oddly disappointed. She'd expected leather. She
almost felt like she was outside of her own body now, watching
dispassionately as events around her unfolded. If Yumi's plan
had been to desensitize her with all the sex she'd witnessed
before, it had worked.

Sachiko walked over to the table and picked up the cat, giving
it a quick flip. "This has been in the Yamayurikai for
generations," she said matter-of-factly. "When oneesama first
used it on me, I had to learn its history even as I learned its
touch. And so did Yumi, when I introduced her to this room."
She smiled, her eyes seeming to be far away. "That was such a
wonderful day." Shaking her head, she turned back towards

"I have watched your attitude towards my petite soeur. Your
cold words and harsh demeanor to someone who has been reaching
out to you. You are too stubborn to see what is right in front
of you!" Her voice was harsh, and Touko was taken aback.

"How can you not see what Yumi has to give to you," Sachiko

Then Touko understood. Sachiko was deeply in love with Yumi in
every way. When someone such as Touko rejected her friendly
overtures, it was as if they were rejecting her love.

Sachiko gestured towards the bed. "Matsudaira Touko, are you
ready to accept the punishment that you deserve?"

Swallowing, Touko stepped forward. She wasn't sure if this was
the right thing to do, and if it backfired, she expected there's
be a lot of pain in her future. But that didn't matter. What
mattered was, if this had to happen, then dammit, it had to
happen in the right way.

"I accept my punishment," she said, and Sachiko smiled.

Then Touko continued. "But not from you."

She squared her shoulders. "If this is a tradition that is
passed down, then Yumi-sama should be the one showing it to me.
And if this is because of any faults of mine that cause offense,
then Yumi-sama is the one wronged, and should enact the
retribution." She licked her lips, and finally made her

"And if this is to be my first time with another... then I want
it to be with Yumi-sama."

Sachiko frowned, not looking so much angry as just... upset.
She moved towards Touko anyway, and Touko gently bit her lower

"Oneesama... you promised." The voice came from the other side
of the room, beyond a curtained four-poster bed that Touko had
not noticed before, being too distracted by all the bondage
equipment on the other side.

Touko found her heart beating faster. So, Yumi-sama was here
after all. She found herself sweating a bit.

Sachiko turned towards the bed, looking completely unlike the
image of the majestic ojousama she normally displayed. In fact,
she looked like a small child who'd had their favorite toy taken
away. She gestured towards the implements. "But... torture!"

The curtains parted, and Yumi stepped out. Wearing nothing but
her rosary around her neck.

"Oneesama, I love you always, but this isn't your time. It's my
turn to create a beautiful memory." She smiled and walked
towards Sachiko, who let out with a major, grade-A pout.

"You promised me torture!"

"No, I said that we might have to go that far. It was a worst-
case scenario." She gave Touko a brilliant smile, the sort that
always made Touko weak in the knees even when Yumi wasn't naked.
"But we didn't, because instead, she was wonderful. She moved
towards Touko. "I was touched. And I will be honored to be
your first."

Sachiko sighed, moving to get her uniform. "I still say she
could do with a bit of torture."

Yumi turned. "You can use them on me later in the week, if you
like. It's always good to reminisce."

Sachiko gave Yumi what Touko could only describe as a hungry
look, and quietly left the room. Leaving Touko facing her naked

Yumi took her unresisting hand and led her to the large covered
bed. Just a bed, Touko noted, not even a cuff on the bedstead
or anything. If Yumi was trying to be the good cop, then it was
working like a charm.

Yumi sat down. "When I first saw this room, I think I almost
ran out screaming. I was terrified." She smiled widely at
Touko, who was still standing by the side of the bed.

Touko gestured at her uniform. "Um, should I..."

"Let me," said Yumi, taking a hold of Touko's cravat. She then
proceeded to undress Touko in a way that felt almost like sex
itself, even though she never touched her inappropriately. It
was just the way that Yumi focused on Touko like she was the
only thing in the entire world. It made Touko feel incredible,
and helped her to ignore her discomfort at being naked next to
Yumi. She ended up on the bed, almost trembling.

Yumi sat beside her, and took her in her arms, leaning back so
they were lying facing each other. "This is a ritual that goes
back to the founding of the school at the turn of the century.
It wasn't always this elaborate, and usually is hidden from
outsiders. But the goal has always been the same. A physical
and emotional bond between two women, drawing them closer."

She smiled. "That's exactly how Sachiko explained it to me back
then. I was totally confused."

Touko blinked. "Confused?"

Yumi chuckled. "Don't get me wrong. When Sachiko introduced me
to the pleasures of the flesh, I was more grateful than you can
imagine. Not just because of the ways I found that I could give
her pleasure, but also because I could show Sei how much she had
meant to me before her graduation, and I could help Tsutako
understand just what kind of relationship she could forge with
Shouko. Sex is wonderful," and here she whispered into Touko's
ear, "and I'm very good at it."

Touko let out a small gasp, and pressed her body so that it was
tight against Yumi's.

"But we don't need any of that," Yumi continued. "Even the
Virgin Mary, who I hope to God isn't watching all this,
understands. The school gave us everything we need to show our

Yumi reached down and picked up the cross of her rosary, then
slipped it gently off her neck. "This rosary, given to me by
Sachiko, means more to me than any pleasure she could give me.
It is our faith. The faith between two girls that they will
pledge themselves to one another." She breathed a long, shaky
breath, and Touko realized that she wasn't the only one who was
nervous. Or aroused.

"Touko, will you take this rosary? Will you be my petite soeur?
Will you let me guide you, help you to become the gorgeous,
wonderful, caring woman I know you are? Let me draw you out
from behind your walls? Let me show everybody that you can

Touko had a lump in her throat now, and tears were forming in
her eyes. She took a few moments to respond. Yumi was right,
this wasn't about the sex. It was about letting Yumi see what
she had been hiding. The reason for the cold glares, the blunt
barbs. She had to let Yumi see her wounds, the ones she so
carefully hid even from Sachiko.

And seeing Yumi now, with a look of total conviction on her
face, made Touko admit what she had spent months denying. That
Yumi was the one who could truly heal her, more than anyone

"I accept," she said, barely breathing the words, "Oneesama."
She saw Yumi's shoulders fall, and knew that she had been
incredibly tense. And then, Yumi took the rosary's cross, put
it between her lips, and kissed Touko, lightly putting the cross
into her own mouth.

Touko moaned, and took the cross between her teeth, straining
her tongue around it to try to reach Yumi's. But Yumi had
already pulled away slightly, and had taken the beads and put
them over her neck, making the rosary completely hers.

And now the cross dropped down to Touko's chest, and she was
able to kiss Yumi properly. Yumi was the one to moan this time,
as she took Touko's shoulders and deepened the kiss.

After a while, they broke apart once more. "I have so much to
do, Touko. So much I need to show you, and tell you, and--"

Touko smiled, amused at Yumi's need to talk when she was excited
or nervous. At least she hadn't been completely wrong about
Yumi. "It's all right. I'm not going anywhere tonight. And
besides," and here her glance strayed over to the table on the
other side of the room, still unused, "you haven't punished me
properly. You wouldn't want to disappoint your own oneesama,
would you?"

Yumi laughed. It was a loud, raucous laugh that Touko thought
she must have learned from Satou Sei. "If I used all that
equipment on you after telling Sachiko it wasn't needed, she'd
throw a pout the likes of which you've never seen." And then
the Sei grin faded, and it was simply Yumi's loving smile again.
"We have plenty of time for that sort of thing. Months and
months. For now, all I need is Touko, unadorned."

She leaned down and captured a nipple lightly in her teeth, and
Touko cried out.

She then turned to lie on her back, giving herself to her
oneesama at last.


Sachiko sighed, flouncing up another flight of stairs. While
incredibly happy for Yumi, who had achieved her goal at last,
she was still feeling very... unfulfilled. She debated joining
the others, but only Youko would likely make her feel anything
but the odd one out. And Youko was, by the sound of it, quite

Besides, it wasn't as if she didn't have a perfectly willing
partner. With the added bonus of legs that went on for miles.

She opened the green baize door on the landing, and walked

"Kanako-chan. On your knees."


Erica made me finish this. Thank her.

Also thank the denizens of #otenba for prereading, and the Keep
Rats for the usual barbed comments. Yes, I realize there may be
a bit of an OOC issue here. :)

1 comment:

Emoly said...

Wow, Blew my mind. I really don't know why I found this treasure only now. :D Wonderful piece of work!