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Bible Black: The Golgothon
Part Three: Enquiry
It was turning into one of those days for Aki Ichikawa. She had been running late all morning. She’d slept through her alarm, missed her bus to work, missed the last frosted kruller in the pastry box in the staff room. Now, thanks to long lines at the commissary, she was late bringing Imari-sempai her morning tea. Aki jogged through the halls of Tokken headquarters with a Styrofoam cup of tea in each hand and a bunch of files tucked under her right arm, heading for the office of Chief Investigator Kurumi Imari.
The hell of it was that with all the rushing around she hadn’t gone to the bathroom all morning, which was really bad. She’d gotten so desperate she’d felt like she was going to pee herself for the past twenty minutes. Of course she was managing to hold it, especially while she was running, but soon she would be with Imari and would have to stand still with her while they conducted the morning business, and she didn’t know how long she’d be able to manage that without wetting herself.
She was surprised to find the office door open. “Chief Investigator?” she said, walking in. “Are you here?” There was no one sitting at the desk. Aki breathed a sigh of relief. Imari had stepped out, so she could leave the tea and the files on her desk and run to the bathroom before…
Aki gasped and jumped when someone grabbed her from behind. Amazingly, she managed to retain the contents of her arms and her bladder, but she started to do a pee-pee dance while the person holding her wrapped their arms around her waist and breasts and squeezed tight. “You’re not very attentive, Aki-chan,” a sultry female voice said. “All I had to do was hide behind the open door and you were mine before you even noticed me.”
It was Imari. “I’m very sorry, Chief Investigator!” Aki said. “I promise I’ll pay more attention next time!”
“Well, for now, pay attention to this.” Imari moved her lips close to Aki’s neck and kissed it ever so lightly, making the girl quiver as she danced.
“Um…Chief Investigator…” Aki said, “…I don’t think…” She quivered again when Imari planted another kiss on her neck, then she moaned when Imari’s hand found the opening in her shirt and began playing with one of her heaving breasts. “You shouldn’t do this…”
“Oh, I shouldn’t?” Imari said. “So you want me to stop and never do it again?” Her other hand was slowly guiding itself up Aki’s stockinged thigh.
“No!” Aki blurted out. “I mean…I love when you do this, because I love you, but…” and then she couldn’t speak, because suddenly Imari-sempai’s finger was on her clit and rubbing it ever-so-gently through her white cotton panties and in time with the Imari-sempai fingers tweaking her nipple, and soon she was torn between getting lost in the glorious sensation yet not getting so lost she lost control of her bladder, which was becoming a possibility with every stroke.
Soon Imari noticed the way Aki’s thighs were twitching. “Oh my. All that motion isn’t just because of little old me, is it?” Just to punctuate it she started rubbing Aki’s clit overtime, and Aki wriggled in her grasp.
“No, Chief Investigator,” Aki said. “I…I have to go to the bathroom!”
“Oh,” Imari said, and suddenly her finger slid past the panties and found it’s way into Aki’s cunt. “Naughty girl. Don’t you know you’re supposed to go to the bathroom before you come into work?”
The finger snaking in and out of her cunt was driving Aki insane. “I know…I’m sorry…I couldn’t…Ahh!”
“Hmm…” Imari teased, “you’re not very articulate today either.” She grinned as she added another finger to the one making Aki dance, and soon the girl couldn’t speak at all. She simply bucked and writhed in Imari’s clutches.
Eventually she had to speak, though, because she had to warn sempai. “Chief Investigator…uhh…I can’t…I can’t hold…” Then she came with a moan and peed, ruining her panties and stockings and the carpet beneath her feet. Imari, not averse to Aki pissing in her presence, simply kept diddling until the girl got control of her body back about twenty seconds later. “I’m sorry, Chief Investigator,” Aki said. “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“You’re so cute,” Imari said. She let Aki go with one final neck kiss, then she took the tea out of Aki’s right hand (Aki always carried sempai’s tea in her right hand) and walked over to the desk. As she sat down she stuck the fingers she had been fucking Aki with into the hot brew. “When we’re done here, call Maintenance and have them send somebody to clean up the mess you made, okay?” she said as she stirred.
“Yes,” Aki said. She looked down at the stain in the carpet around her feet and the pee dripping from her panties and she blushed.
Imari took a sip of her tea and said, “Are those the morning reports?”
“Yes,” Aki said. She put her own tea down on the desk and prepared to read from the files. While Chief Yuge was away, Imari was in charge of the Special Investigative Division, so the various investigators reported to her. Before she started reading, Aki fidgeted a little. “Um…may I go and change now?”
Imari looked at her for a moment and smiled. “No,” she said, “I think I like you just like that, so why don’t you just finish the reports and you can change when you’re done.”
“Yes,” Aki sighed. She knew that’s what Imari would say. She began reading the reports. “Investigator Amaha says that the suspected haunting in Akihabara might be a hoax.”
“I believe that,” Imari said. “it seemed more like a kid’s prank than anything else.”
Aki went on. “Investigator Kakuta wants additional people to search the warehouse in Yokohama for evidence of occultist occupation.”
Imari thought about it. “I’ll assign Iwata-san and Shigeta-san to the case. Contact the Yokohama police and ask if they can spare some uniforms to help out.”
“Yes. Investigator Sakura has been wondering about some evidence he sent to the lab.”
“They’ve been backed up lately. Remind me to call and ask about the samples later.”
“Yes. Investigator Yamamoto has found a break in the murder case he’s been working on in Niihama. He wants to bring someone in for questioning.”
“Yamamoto found a suspect already? Interesting. Have him do it, and we’ll contact Judge Saito and get a warrant to search the suspect’s residence.”
“Yes,” Aki said, then she continued for about ten minutes, going through the files of Tokken’s active cases, all the while twitching and fidgeting as the wet fabric of her panties went from body temperature warm to room temperature cold. The smell of pee was getting more pungent with each second as well, and she wondered idly what Imari-sempai could possibly like about seeing her like this. She would never ask, of course, for fear of Imari suddenly rejecting her.
Eventually she got to the end of the files. She tucked them under her arm and took a sip of her tea. She sighed. The tea was almost as cold as her panties.
“Okay,” Imari said. “that takes care of the morning business, so you can go change, and then we have to…”
The phone rang then. Aki answered it. “Tokken Headquarters. This is Chief Investigator Kurumi Imari’s Office. How may we help you?” She listened for a moment, then said, “Please hold.” She tucked the receiver against her chest. “Chief Investigator, it’s that teacher from your old school.”
Imari shot her a wary look. “Which teacher?”
“She said her name is Saeki. She wants to talk to you.”
Imari frowned. What did Kaori Saeki of all people want? She reached out for the phone. “This is Imari. Hello, Saeki-san. No, I didn’t expect to hear from you. Takashiro’s fine. She and the Chief are on their honeymoon. Look, Saeki, I know you didn’t call just…hmmm? Well, I have appointments today, but I can send…I see. All right, I’ll be by around lunchtime. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and was lost in thought. “She wants me to come. Only me. She says it’s a matter for Tokken.”
“Well…” Aki said sheepishly, “…it’s not as if there’s never been any unexplained phenomena at your old school.”
Imari looked at her and smiled. “True, and you have a gift for understatement. Very well. Get cleaned up, then get those messages sent and come back here. We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Yes,” Aki said. She took her tea and the files and turned to go.
“Oh, Aki?” Imari said.
Aki stopped and turned. “Yes, Chief Investigator?”
Imari grinned. “When you’re cleaned up, don’t put on any new panties. Obviously, you’ll just ruin them again.”
Aki blushed. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Aki didn’t know how awkward it would be to drive without wearing panties until she actually tried it. Now as she drove Imari around on various errands she found herself trying not clamp her thighs together, which made operating the pedals unwieldy. It didn’t help that every now and again her passenger gave in to the urge to reach between her legs and fondle her bare pussy. One time the sensation almost made Aki barrel through a red light, so Imari let up on her, but she smiled wickedly most of the time they were in the car.
When headed toward the school, Aki became worried. “Um…Chief Investigator?”
Imari didn’t look up from the files she was reviewing. “Yes? What is it, Aki-chan?”
Aki felt ashamed that she had to ask, but she had to ask. “Um…you’re not taking me to your old school to…do what you did the last time, are you?”
Imari looked at her. “Aki! No, I swear to you I’m not going to do that. I’m sure Saeki is worried about nothing. We’ll just go and talk to her for a minute, then leave. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise.”
Aki nodded. “Okay. If you promise, I guess I can count on you. It’s just…I wouldn’t know if your were still possessed like you were back then…”
“I’m not. I swear. I’m Imari…Your Imari. I would never do anything to hurt you, and I would kill anyone who would.”
“Even Saeki-san?”
Imari smiled. “Especially Saeki-san.”
Aki blushed. “Okay. I’m sorry I asked, but I was worried…”
Imari touched her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’d be worried too if I were you. Let’s just get it over with, okay?” Aki nodded and Imari went back to her files, but she couldn’t help but think Is it really me? She was sure the feelings that had developed between her and Aki since those events months ago were genuine, but was there a trace of Reika Kitami in her actions and feelings? Were the little tortures that she liked to put Aki through an indication of the old demon hidden deep in her subconscious, or had Kitami-sensei truly been purged once and for all? If so, then why did she love to see sweet little Aki struggle and fluster in her presence? Was that really a part of her personality? She sighed as she realized there was no way to be absolutely certain of the answers to those questions, and she decided that there was nothing for it but to be true to what she had told Aki. She would not harm her, or allow her to come to harm, as long as she had anything to say about it.
They reached the school a few mintues later. Imari got out first and surveyed the place, then led the way into the building. Students and teachers passing by stared in awe as she strode past them in her full Tokken uniform. She wore a hard, serious look on her face, and it was intimidating. Aki didn’t even attempt to copy her. She simply walked two paces behind and to the left of Imari like the good servant/apprentice she was, keeping her legs together and her hands folded in front of her. She was self-conscious about not wearing any panties, and she couldn’t help but worry that her tight uniform skirt would ride up and show everyone everything.
Imari, for her part, was mildly amused as she passed girl students in the corridors. Did I really ever wear a uniform like that? She mused. Of course, she knew she had. The corset-vest, shirt, tie, red-pleated skirt and stockings were still hanging in her closet, waiting for the next time she brought Aki home for some cosplay. What would you look like wearing it, Aki-chan? She decided right then and there that come nightfall, she and Aki would find out.
They reached the school office and reached the secretary’s desk. “Good afternoon,” Imari said. “I’m Chief Investigator Imari of Special Investigative Division Tokken. I’m here to see Professor Kaori Saeki.”
“Oh, yes,” the secretary said. “Saeki-sensei said we should expect you. She should be in the teacher’s lounge right now. I can send our student helper to take you there…”
“That’s all right,” Imari said. “I know where it is. Thank you.” She nodded to the secretary and left, while Aki offered a deeper bow and followed.
Then the student helper, Midori Ito, waited a few seconds before following as well. She kept her distance from the two police officers, trying to be inconspicuous among the other students in the halls as she shadowed them all the way to the Teachers’ Lounge.
Imari knocked before opening the door to the Lounge, drawing everyone’s attention to the door. There were several teachers in the room who had been chatting away until the interruption. “Hello,” Imari said, “I’m looking for…”
“Imari!” A friendly female voice called out. It had come from the back of the room. Standing near one of the tables was a woman in a dark low-cut pullover, miniskirt, thigh-high boots and white lab coat. She was shapely, pretty and smiling, her long blonde ponytail prominent among the more mundane hairstyles in the room. This was Kaori Saeki.
Imari forced herself to smile back. Now came the act where they engaged in small talk, pretending to be just friends, just old classmates reuniting. The people around them were blissfully unaware of the true history between them. Imari was happy to keep them unaware, so she did nothing to give away her true feelings for Saeki until they left the room. “What’s this all about, Saeki?” She said harshly.
“Not here,” Saeki said. “Let’s go to my lab room.” She led the way through the halls of the school until they got to her science classroom, then she ushered Imari and Aki in and closed the door behind them. “All my students are eating lunch so we have plenty of time to talk in here.”
“Why did you bring me back here, Saeki?” Imari asked, her tone indicating quite clearly that it was the last place in the world she wanted to be. “If you really have something for Tokken to deal with, there are any number of agents I could have sent…”
“No,” Saeki said forcefully. “It has to be you. You’re the only one I can trust, and I don’t want this to go through official channels. It’s better if everybody thinks you’re just visiting old classmates.”
Imari sighed. “So what’s the problem?”
Saeki looked around. “I think someone has been casting spells in school.”
“You mean someone besides you?”
“Imari! I haven’t done anything like that since…since that night! I promised I wouldn’t and I haven’t.”
“Very well. Go on. How do you know someone has been casting spells.”
“There’s been a rash of accidents lately.”
“What kind of accidents?”
Saeki blushed a little. “Wetting accidents.”
Imari’s eyebrow went up. “Excuse me?”
“Over the past week several women have had severe wetting accidents on school grounds. Most of them were students, but there was at least one teacher, and another student’s mother when she was here for a parent-teacher conference.”
“Saeki, that’s not a spell. That’s biology. Girls have accidents all the time. It’s the way we’re made.” Imari shrugged. “Sometimes I pee when I laugh.”
“I’m not talking about a normal accident, Imari. I don’t mean what happens when you’re busy and you wait till it’s too late to go to the bathroom. It’s like these accidents were inflicted on their victims. The ones I talked to said it was like they were hit by them all of a sudden. One moment they didn’t have to go the bathroom at all, and the next they were going in their panties! And it’s excessive! They urinate and defecate, in amounts that seem like they’d been holding it for days!”
Imari looked at her like she was insane. “Well…it sounds like a great scenario for a hentai anime, but it’s not proof that there’s anything more involved than bad lunch food and not enough bathroom breaks during class.”
Saeki was exasperated. “You’re not listening! Look, could you at least talk to one of the victims and listen to her story?”
“And say what? ‘Excuse me, but did that time you shit yourself the other day feel like a demon attack?’”
“You of all people should be open-minded to the type of things that can happen here!”
“But who would want to do such a thing, and why?”
“I don’t know! Maybe it’s a boy who gets off on watching girls go to the bathroom, or a girl who wants to embarrass people who embarrassed her. We won’t know until someone investigates!”
“Well, why don’t you investigate? As I recall, you’ve had a great deal of experience with this sort of thing.”
“I have been investigating, but I can only do so much without revealing my own past, and at any rate I can’t do it alone with my powers bound. I need help!”
Midori had been watching the whole conversation through the little window in the closed door. Now she watched as the Chief Investigator walked away from Saeki-sensei and thought. This wasn’t good. She hadn’t been able to pick up the whole dialogue, but everything she had heard made it clear. Saeki-sensei knew what was going on and she called Tokken.
Midori frowned. She’d tried to warn them. She’d said that choosing a teacher would just raise the suspiscion of the others, but they didn’t listen, especially Reina, who was still mad at her for avoiding using the spells at first. She’d finally given in and chosen a victim, but that hadn’t been enough to gain Reina’s forgiveness.
Well maybe her next victim would be enough. If she chose one of the Tokken agents, maybe that would please Reina. She watched them both carefully through the window. The one with the ponytail, the one that Saeki-sensei knew, was incredibly beautiful, with a body that accentuated every inch of the detailed uniform, but she seemed harsh and intimidating. She frightened Midori too much. The other one, with the long purple hair, was just as sexy, but she seemed much more shy. She would please Reina.
Midori started reciting the spells and focused on the shy Tokken agent.
Aki watched silently the whole time as Imari-sempai argued with Saeki-san. She stayed silent because she didn’t want to say anything that would make Imari madder than she already seemed to be. Aki recognized the feeling. It was the mood Imari was always in when you even mentioned her old school. That was why people in the office with experience usually didn’t. She hadn’t had a choice earlier when Saeki-san called, and Imari had hidden her feelings well, for the most part, but the longer she was in the building it seemed that she was getting closer to some kind of breaking point.
“Y’know,” Imari said to Saeki, “maybe everything you said is true, but so what? Why should I care? If you and the school are having some kind of witchcraft problem, I’d say you both deserve it!”
Saeki bowed her head. “Maybe I do,” she said softly, “but the victims didn’t. They’ve never done anything to you. Please, help them Kurumi-chan. It’s your job to help them.”
Saeki kept her head bowed as Imari stared at her. Aki didn’t know about Imari, but she was convinced that Saeki was genuinely worried. She was going to say something on Saeki’s behalf when the first spasm hit. She gasped softly and closed her legs tight together and pressed her folded hands against her skirt. Suddenly she had to pee again, so badly it felt as if she hadn’t gone at all since she got up that morning. But she had, once in Imari’s office and once in a proper bathroom at their last stop. So why did she have to pee so badly now? Another cramp made her start to fidget. She tried not to draw attention to herself. She was sure Imari would be mad if she interrupted to ask if she could use the bathroom. She straightend up, moved her hands to her sides and tried to hold on with sheer willpower. We’ll be done soon, she thought. Sempai will give her answer soon and we’ll go, and I can go to the bathroom. She repeated this to herself over and over as the urine churned inside her, trying to comfort herself, and it worked until the first gut spasm doubled her over, and she stayed doubled over until she released a wet, loud fart.
Imari and Saeki couldn’t help but turn to her. “Aki-chan, was that you?” Imari said.
Aki blushed as she looked at Imari, then more cramps made her press her hands against her ass and groin. “I’m sorry,” she said, sheepishly, “may I go to the bathroom?”
“Of course,” Imari said. “There’s one down the hall, to the left.”
“No!” Saeki said. She was staring at Aki wide-eyed. “She’ll never make it!” She lunged to grab a nearby wastebasket, emptied it and sat it on the floor behind Aki. “Use this, Aki-kun.”
“Are you crazy, Saeki?” Imari said. “She can hold it till she gets to a toilet!”
“No…” Aki groaned, “I can’t…” Then she rushed to raise her skirt and silently thanked sempai for ordering her not to put on fresh panties. She wouldn’t have had time to get them off. She started pissing when her seat was halfway to the wastebasket. Fortunately she managed to get all the shit in the can, but she was afraid she’d fill it and overflow it anyway, there was so much. Imari and Saeki watched in fascination as she grunted again and again. Finally it was over, and Saeki rubbed the girl’s shoulders as she caught her breath.
Then Saeki glared at Imari. “Do you believe me now?”
Imari didn’t have an answer for her right then, so she looked away, then looked toward the window in the door. That’s when she spotted Midori. She rushed to the door, opened it and challenged the student. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Midori stood up straight and tried not to quake in Imari’s presence. “Um…I’m the office student helper, Chief Investigator! The secretary sent me to bring you a message!”
Imari just glared at her for a moment, then decided she had bigger problems. “Aki-chan,” she muttered as she turned back into the room.
Midori watched as she crouched down to hug and comfort the shy agent. “It’s okay,” she said. “Wow, you really had to go, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry,” the shy one said. “I don’t know what happened. I just had to go, and I couldn’t hold it.”
“I know, but it’s okay. Let me help you up, and then we’ll go to the bathroom and clean you up, all right?” Aki nodded, then Imari helped her to stand, then escorted her out of the room.
Midori tried to stop her, “Um…Chief Investigator-san, I can take her! You may not know where it is…”
“She knows,” Saeki asserted as she followed them out. “You take care of that!” She pointed back into the room at the ashcan full of Aki’s waste.
Midori looked at the wastebasket and sighed. “Yes, sensei,” she muttered. Reina’s going to kill me.
Imari was in such a hurry Aki hadn’t had a chance to pull down her skirt. She blushed as they walked, knowing that anyone they met in the hall would see everything below her waist. It was especially bad because her pussy still dripped pee and her ass had to be smeared with her shit. It was embarrassing to say the least, but fortunately the walk to the bathroom was brief. Imari and Saeki ushered her in, and she looked forward to the sensation of Imari-sempai helping her clean herself off.
The trio froze when they found someone standing by the stalls just waiting. She was a young woman in a girl’s student uniform. She was facing the window when they came in, so she turned around to face them.
Saeki gasped. “Soho-san?”
“Hello, Saeki-sensei,” Reina said. She looked at Saeki and Imari, then turned her gaze to Aki’s dripping pussy. “Thank you so much for helping to bring my next offering.” The trio goggled when a penis emerged from beneath her skirt and stood erect and pulsing as she leered at Aki.
Imari moved to stand between Reina and Aki. “I don’t think so. You know this girl, Saeki?”
“She’s in my homeroom,” Saeki said.
“That’s all? She’s not one of your minions?”
“I told you, Imari! I don’t do that anymore! I don’t know anything about her other than she’s my student!”
“This is fascinating, Ladies,” Reina said, “but pointless. I’ll take my offering now.” She took a step toward them.
Imari took a step toward her. “Over my dead body.”
Reina thought about it, then grinned at Imari as she extended her arms to the sides and claws shot out of all her fingers. “Deal,” she said, then she leaped toward Imari with a hiss.
Imari shot her hand out and made a mystic symbol with her fingers and shouted a magic phrase. Suddenly her hand glowed bright enough to wash out the bathroom with the glare. Whatever spell it was worked. Reina was frozen in mid-air, suspended above Imari’s head.
“Saeki!” She said. “Take my hand! Get ready to do a containment spell!”
Saeki just looked at Imari for a moment, then reached out and took her free hand. When Imari felt her she began reciting a containment spell. Saeki began reciting a moment later. On the tenth repitition bands of energy began to envelop Reina. She screamed, but it sounded like a kaiju was screaming with her. Her penis receded when the energy bands had her completely covered, and she dropped to the floor gently. She lay there when the spells and energies receded, looking as if she had been knocked out.
“That won’t hold her for long,” Imari said. She went back to Aki. “Get her down to the nurse’s office. See if you can restrain her there somehow. I’ll finish with Aki here and go down to question her there.”
“Yes,” Saeki said. She rushed out of the bathroom and looked around. She spotted Midori just outside her classroom door. The girl was carrying the wastebasket. “Drop that and come and help me!” She called out to the student.
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