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Life goes on	By : walkerofdarkness Category: +G to L > IS: Infinite Stratos Views: 4169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tags: F/F, Dom, BDSM, Toys, WD.

Chapter 3

Don’t ever write a check with your mouth

you can’t cash with your ass.

-Wiseman
Kirika strode purposefully into the arena’s preparation area with Charlotte and Houki close behind. The last week had passed by in a blur. Both friends had been a real godsend in the last week, even as the extended training had dragged on and left Kirika exhausted. Charlotte was not easy going as a teacher, pushing Kirika to keep up through difficult aerial obstacle courses while being shot at the entire time. She also gave Kirika much needed experience in using a variety of IS weapons.
Houki had been even more thorough as a teacher. She had found a number of online videos, some of them even matches she had participated in. Houki had carefully watched them with Kirika, explaining meticulously what she saw in each movement, in each stance. After being bombarded by all the information, Houki then took Kirika down to the kendo club’s storage room and demonstrated in person. Kirika tried to follow it all, but the sheer volume of work getting done left her overwhelmed. She had the bruises all over to prove it.
A Revive was waiting for it’s pilot, illuminated by the room’s overhead lamps. Kirika started to strip out of her school uniform to reveal the IS suit underneath as her eyes tracked over it. There was an odd bulge inside the left shoulder assembly. The right arm had a peculiar shape, while a handful of weapons were laying on a cart near the IS.
Folding her clothes lightly, Kirika handed them over to Houki. The cold floor raised goosebumps on her skin as she walked around the IS that had been provided for her match. Climbing competently up the legs, Kirika settled in to the greaves and closed her eyes as she listened to her heart pound in her chest. Opening her eyes, Kirika found both friends staring worriedly at her.
“How do you feel?” Charlotte asked quietly as violet eyes crinkled around the edges.
Sliding one hand into the sleeve of the gauntlet, Kirika focused on the task at hand. “Take your pick. I’m stiff and sore in places I wasn’t aware existed two weeks ago. It’s taking everything I have not to go puke my guts up. I really need to pee, too.” Shifting positions to the other arm, the redhead let her eyes meet her friend’s. “And my body is screaming at me to go sleep for about a month.”
The taller girls shared a look at the last comment. The school gossip circles had been alight with incidents of one, or both girls, helping Kirika back to her room. “That’s just nerves,” Houki stated assuredly with a soft smile. “Happens to me before my tournament matches too.”
“Good, you’re here,” came a stern voice from behind the two teens. Charlotte twitched as she turned to face Chifuyu Orimura, Chief Pickett and Assistant Director Bogdanova. Kirika noted as her roommate tensed up when their instructor walked past, Houki’s shoulders visibly shaking unexpectedly. Houki quickly covered the movement by re-folding Kirika’s uniform, but blue eyes narrowed and hardened watching the older woman. Kirika let one eye track her roommate moving away from the teacher while her hands went through practiced motions.
None of the adults seemed to notice Houki’s actions, or did not care if they did. Chifuyu looked over her student with a professional gaze as preparations concluded.   The Assistant Director seemed out of place in the bay, but her intense emerald eyes drifted up to meet the student’s hazel ones. “You do know you don’t have to this?” Director Bogdanova asked in a neutral tone. “You could still back out and no one would hold it against you.”
Kirika considered the implications for a long pair of heartbeats before shaking her head. “If I walked away, then all the efforts my friends have made,” she stated, inclining her head towards Houki and Charlotte, “would be wasted. That’s something I would have to hold against myself. I’d rather finish what I started.”
Raising one eyebrow philosophically, the director reached into her jacket. A small bundle of paper came out and was held up by two fingers towards Chifuyu. Grinning devilishly, the teacher snagged the proffered item and smoothly slid it into a hip pocket. “Okay lil bit,” drawled out the maintenance branch supervisor, “let’s talk weapons. You’ve got a fifty-five caliber assault rifle and a twenty millimeter submachine gun. Normally we would give you more options, but that requires the packet transfer system which we didn’t have time to familiarize you with. I had both guns fitted with expanded magazines to help offset the problem though. We CAN use the packet system to reload the guns, but it will take approximately five seconds to cycle a weapon. Just call for a reload and I’ll take care of it. There’s a combat knife on each leg too.” Grease stained hands pointed out to each item as they were described. “I also loaded you with a couple of special items. Near the top of the left pauldron is a rocket pod. Seven rounds, no tracking and no reloads. Proximity fused, but a near-hit will still take a chunk out of a shield.”
Chief Pickett’s face broke into a frown as her eyes drifted to the right arm. “And I installed that item you brought to me. Trigger’s set like you specified. Looks like it should work but I won’t say for certain.”
Kirika ran one hand over the bulge on the forearm, careful to not jar it. “Is it okay for me to use something like it?”
All three older women exchanged a meaningful look. Finally coming a silent conclusion, the Director spoke up first. “While it has unusual origins, there is no rule about customized equipment for a match like this.”
“In fact, customized equipment tends to be the rule,” Chifuyu added with a nod.
Accepting the information slowly, Kirika glanced down one more time. Her mind drifted slightly to the sight of her deliveryman, and his words: This was the fifth version of your design. All the others exploded when we tested it.
The Revive clicked and hummed, powering up around Kirika. Picking up the rifle, she secured it on the underside of the right paldron and then took the SMG into her left hand. Floating up off the ground, she turned towards the corridor leading to the arena. A pair of voices caught her attention as the thrusters started to come online.
“Do your best roomie,” Houki shouted enthusiastically.
“Je te dis merde.” Charlotte agreed, eyes shining brightly.
The tunnel loomed menacingly as Kirika flew onwards to her battle. Her Revive reacting fluidly as Kirika exited the tunnel and entered the arena proper. Blue sky greeted her, breaking a momentary surge of claustrophobia from being in the tunnel. A lone form hovered in the middle of the arena; the blue IS trimmed in silver while a large rifle with a scope rested in the pilot’s hands.
Flying shakily to the middle, Kirika brought herself level to Cecilia. The Briton’s face radiated shock at seeing her challenger in a Revive. “That’s...that’s not a training suit!” she blurted out angrily. “Control, what is the meaning of this?”
Chifuyu Orimura’s voice came back immediately. “It was decided to let Ms. Nakano use a Revive. If that’s a problem, you can always forfeit.”
Cecilia shook her head wildly, causing long hair to buck and thrash. “I don’t care if she uses a Revive. She won’t be able to compete against my superior skills.”
“Well, I guess you DID manage to find a way to power your shields with your ego,” Kirika conceded with a smirk. “But then, you would have to do something to take away from those wide hips of yours.”
Sputtering loudly, Cecilia snapped the rifle to her shoulder in an instant. “I will take those words and shove them down your throat,” she bellowed, a sneer creasing her lips, “grease monkey.”
Instructor Orimura’s voice came back on the radio to both girls. “This match will be concluded when one of you has no shield power or otherwise concedes. It will determine who will be the representative for class 1-1.” She paused for a moment to let the implications sink in with both girls. “Now BEGIN!”
An azure beam lanced out instantly at Kirika, targeted dead center. The redhead flared her thrusters and jumped over it, but the energy still grazed her Revive’s shields. Kiirka’s HUD updated itself quickly. [Shield power: 583]
Bringing up the SMG in her left hand, Kirika squeezed off a pair of short bursts. “Ze trick when shooting iz to shoot not where zhey are, but where zhey will be,” Charlotte’s soft voice played out in her mind. The first burst was on target, bullets sparkling brightly against Blue Tears’ shields. Cecilia threw herself into an evasive pattern that dodged the second burst.
A second beam lashed out at Kirika, who kept her IS weaving and bobbing to evade further attacks. Rolling to present the gun back to her opponent, Kirika heard Charlotte’s voice in her mind again. “Guns are a useful zhing to an IS pilot, but zhey have several flaws: rounds do not travel instantly. Using range and speed, a gun’s zhreat can be reduced.”
Firing off a quick burst at her opponent, Kirika watched her ammo count deplete. [Rounds: 79]. Changing tactics, she banked hard to her left and charged Cecilia at top speed. Cecilia grinned as the sniper rifle came off her shoulder. Kirika had only a moment’s notice before Cecilia’s wings broke apart. The metallic shards resolved themselves into four pods that zipped away and approached Kirika from different directions.
“Oh shit,” Kirika breathed as each pod fired off multiple sapphire beams at her.   Thrown instantly on the defensive, she watched her HUD as each failed dodge brought her closer to defeat. [Shield power: 541. 508. 493.]   Fully defensive, Kirika dove for the ground to buy herself a moment’s respite from the onslaught.
Recalling the BITs to her, Cecilia docked them as she raised her rifle again. “You won’t get away that easily GREASE MONKEY!” Beam after beam lashed out at the weaving Revive. Most shots went wide, making craters in the ground or getting dissipated on the arena’s shields. The few hits that landed tore chunks out of Kirika’s shield energy. Cecilia launched her BITs a second time, watching in joy as the pods flew straight on target.
Damn, she’s really good, Kirika thought as the BITs started to circle her again. I might be in a world of trouble. A lucky shot hit the Revive as Kirika lined up a pod in her sights. Spinning from the impact, her trigger finger remained tight as the gun went off track. Kirika fought to stabilize the IS, vaguely noting the stream of tracers fly straight at Cecilia. A tiny of part of her brain observed as the Briton made no effort to evade as rounds deflected off the shields of her IS. [Rounds: 11].
“RELOAD,” Kirika screamed as she grabbed at the rifle’s securing straps. The submachine gun disappeared in a flash as the long gun came up to her shoulder. Throwing herself into a series rapid turns, Kirika watched her HUD carefully as she monitored her shield display. A reloaded submachine gun materialized next to her waiting hand as another turn set her to skim along the arena perimeter. Kirika caught a flash of both her friends’ pent up faces: Houki’s sapphire blue eyes down to the narrowest of slits while frustration shone bright, Charlotte’s lips almost the same color as her skin from pressing so hard together.
Seeing her roommate’s expression jogged a memory in the combatant. “The biggest problem you have roomie,” Houki said as she wiped sweat off her forhead after the first lesson, “is that you’re reacting to me. It’s understandable, but it’s also unforgivable. If you are always reacting to your opponent and they have more skill than you, you will never win. If you want to beat someone, you need to get them to react to you instead.”
Pushing her IS faster, Kirika thought furiously as she dodged another wave of bolts from the BITs. I’ve been on the defensive ever since the fight started, she concluded with a start. Granted, I talked tough, but I think deep down I have been intimidated by Cecilia. That’s got to end. But how can I get her to react to me? A spark of inspiration came to Kirika as the BITs started to swoop in again. “You know, you surprise me Cecilia,” she taunted over the common channel, voice dripping contempt. “All that big talk about your superior skills and you haven’t won yet. I mean, I figured you could hit anything with that rifle, but one single Revive is just beyond you.”
“WHAT?!” Cecilia roared, her voice tight with indignation. Kirika watched the BIT in front of her waver for a moment; the mechnical device shaking as it mirrored the state of it’s pilot. None of the expected shots rang out from the BITs for a long heartbeat that turned into three. Then five beats.
Kirika kept expecting the BITs to resume their assault, but was surprised when they instead returned to their docking stations on Cecilia’s IS. The redhead’s mind went into overdrive trying to analyze what Cecilia was doing as she threw herself into a hard turn, shifting just in time to avoid an azure bolt. What just happened here? What am I missing?

<—*—>
Watching from the front row of the arena, Houki and Charlotte kept their eyes on their friend as Kirika kept her IS moving. A thin trickle of blood ran down the edge of Charlotte’s chin from a cut on her lip; the corner of the blond’s mouth still dripped fresh crimson. Houki’s knuckles were white against red in a stark contrast; the raven haired girl's face locked in a scowl. Glancing away from the combatants, blue eyes met amethyst ones as both girls silently shared their concerns.
"Well," Houki said, breaking the silence first. "We did our best, but the odds against her winning were incredibly long."
"Oui," Charlotte agreed in a voice barely above a whisper.
Houki turned back to the arena as more shots rang out. "Kirika did good, but she's just outclassed by that personal usage machine. There's not anything she can do to win."
"Non," Charlotte muttered, her voice gaining volume. Her forehead wrinkled as butter blond eyebrows drifted down in thought. "Zhere iz a way."

<—*—>
An idea popped into Kirika’s head as she wove through another barrage of beams from Cecilia’s rifle. I hope I’m right about this or it’s all over, Kirika told herself as she gripped both guns tightly. Throwing herself into a climb, the redhead came to a hover above Cecilia. “You might as well use those pods again, Cecilia. You’ve shown how poor a shot you are with the rifle. At least their quantity means you can get SOME hits.”
Her lips split into a feral grin as Cecilia brought her rifle down from her shoulder. “It’s not often that a loser can choose her method of defeat, but as a superior pilot I will oblige you.” The BITs launched from their docking ports and proceeded to swarm again.
Another memory tugged at Kirika’s consciousness. “Contrary to what a person will tell you,” Houki stated during a break between Kirika’s beatings, “there is no such things a a ‘perfect’ attack. Every attack has a weakness, and every attacker has a weakness. The best fighters in the world are the ones who know what their own weakness is and have a plan to marginalize the effects. But you also have to figure out what the weakness of your opponent is, and then exploit it. Normally that kind of skill takes years to develop. We’ve only got a week.”
Judging the motions of the BITs, Kirika flew a tight circle that kept Cecilia in line. NOW! “You know, I can see now why you wear that long skirt in the classroom,” she screamed, taunting the Briton. “If I had those wide hips, thunder thighs and a huge ass, I’d want to cover up too! Baby got back!”
Cecilia’s face flushed red with rage as her mouth started to open and present a rebuttal about her physique. At the same time, the BITs stopped in mid-air and hovered, trembling visibly as they echoed their pilot’s mental state. Taking advantage of the pause, Kirika struck out with everything she had: the missiles on her left shoulder volleyed out at her blond opponent and both guns came up and sprayed out bullets, seeking out the motionless BITs. The eight-centimeter rockets flew straight and fast as Cecilia had a warning flash on her HUD. Caught between the various attacks, Cecilia froze up for a split second.
The moment’s pause almost cost the Briton the match. All seven rockets slammed home, decimating the shield of Blue Tears to the accompaniment of small explosions. Thrown backwards from the volley, Cecilia tucked her body tight and turned the force into a backwards roll. She carried the motion twice before sliding into a stop along the ground. Blue eyes hardened by rage glanced at her HUD worriedly. [Shield energy: 97.]
Kirika’s guns stopped firing as she saw her opponent regain control of the IS, visibly shaken at the savage assault. Three BITs had exploded when bullets found their intended targets. The fourth one was was lying crumpled on the arena’s dirt floor, impersonating a crushed soda can. Cecilia engaged her PIC and kicked off the ground, floating up until she was eye level with her flame haired opponent. “Quite a good shot,” Cecilia called out, her voice smug. “Better than I would have expected of a grease monkey. But Blue Tears has more than just the four BITs!”
Two more pods swung up over the blond’s hips, tracking in line with Kirika. A pair of missiles, each one a meter long and fifteen centimeters wide, ripped out of their concealed launchers. Reacting purely on reflex, Kirika raised her guns the instant the missile pods came up. Squeezing both triggers, the redhead watched in horror as the submachine gun fired one bullet and clicked empty.
The rifle fired off bursts as fast as the gun could cycle. The first volley missed, but the second hit the trailing missile. Heavy rounds impacted with the warhead; causing a premature detonation and consuming the missile body completely. The lead missile escaped the fragments from its sibling’s destruction, but was still knocked off course by the shockwave. Onboard computers made a course correction and slammed the weapon home against the Revive’s shields.

Buffeted by the large explosion, Kirika felt the shockwave pass through the shield and slam into her. The Revive tumbled away uncontrollably, rolling end over end. Kirika fought to regain her bearings, to figure out her orientation as the world spun around her. The information did her little help as the right pauldron of the Revive slammed into something unforgiving, with Kirika’s body following into the pauldron itself. Pain flashed through the redhead’s brain as her right arm compressed in its socket.
Kirika ran her left hand across her breasts to press against the pauldron. Pushing off and engaging her thrusters, the redhead turned slowly to face Cecilia as emerald eyes scanned her HUD. [Shield energy: 88. Rifle ammo: 4. SMG ammo: 0. Rifle barrel warped from collison, replacement recommended.]
Cecilia’s eyes widened marginally as her opponent flew back up to the same level. “You’re still willing to fight?” The Briton raised her rifle to a shoulder and lowered her cheek to the stock. The Revive looked frail in the sights from the big scope. A single finger came off the rifle body to rest on the trigger. “You have fought valiantly, but ultimately you have failed. One more shot and your shields fail, giving me the victory.” The hand holding the grip started to squeeze, bringing pressure on the trigger. “Now learn your place, grease monkey.”
The trigger snapped with a loud click and nothing happened.
Both girls startled at the sudden silence. Cecilia took her eyes off Kirika to look at Blue Tears’ HUD. [Power level critical. Blue Pierce offline. Optical drones offline. Missles: 0. Recharge immediately.] “No no no!” she screamed, her voice rising in desperation. Panicked fingers kept pulling the trigger in a vain attempt to get off one last attack. “I will not lose to you!”
Kirika watched the blond teen try to shoot in frustration only to have the effort wasted. “It’s sad to see a person break down,” she muttered, more to herself than her opponent. The radio still transmitted the words to Cecilia, who focused on the insult. Blue eyes watched intently as the Revive pilot tossed her guns away to land on the hard packed dirt. Kirika felt the weight of Cecilia’s eyes on her as she reached down to pull a combat knife from the sheathe on the left leg. The knife’s came up into a comfortable dagger grip, the single gleaming edge resting away from the forearm brace. “I could just reload my guns and blow you away,” she started, “but that doesn’t feel right. I want to be in your face when I see you accept your defeat.”
Nodding once at the words, Cecilia felt her control start to rebound. “Yes, I have to agree with you on that regard.” Dismissing her Blue Pierce, the blond teen summoned her Interceptor blade. The hilt arrived in her right hand with a flash of light; upon contacting Cecilia’s gauntlet a blue-white energy blade appeared with a muted snap-hiss. Ignoring the alarms on her HUD, she whipped the blade to a fencer’s salute and placed it to a conservative guard. “Although I am loathe to resort to such tactics, I am not without my options. Take this!”
Igniting her thrusters, Cecilia whipped forward in a jet powered lunge, the tip of the blade straight at the redhead’s heart. Kirika fought to push aside the pain in her shoulder as the Briton leapt towards her. Only one chance at this, she thought as the distance closed, so I have to get it right the first time!
Cecilia got into range and screamed in triumph as the blade lanced out. Kirika twisted her body to the left, placing both shoulder pauldrons into a line and creating a physical wall between the two IS. Interceptor’s blade caressed the Revive’s wings: armor melted and ran under the beam’s hellish energies. Continuing her roll, Kirika shifted her weight to the left thruster and pirouetted, letting the momentum swing the pain-numbed arm up.
Don’t explode dontexplodedontexplodedontexplode rang through Kirika’s mind as her wrist rolled down and activated a single trigger. On the forearm brace above the redhead’s wrist, the bulge popped open. Twin curved blades, nearly three-quarters of a meter long, snapped out from their enclosure and locked into place past the Revive’s gauntlet. Upon hitting their deployed position, capacitors charged up and ran current along the outside curvature.
Cecilia, intent on winning, realized the threat too late. The twin blades cried out a banshee’s wail as they sliced through the air. Kirika put everything she had in her strike, a wordless scream punctuating her thrust. Impacting on Blue Tears’ shield, the claws created a rainbow of sparks as conflicting forces collided. Cecilia watched her HUD update itself and felt tears form in her eyes: [Shield energy: 0. Unshielded.]
A loud horn blared through the arena as both girls separated in anticipation of their next attack. “The match is over!” Chifuyu Orimura’s voice came on the radio to both students. “The winner of is Kirika Nakano. Both of you did well, regardless of the outcome. Nakano, I want to see you after you get out of your IS.”
Turning away, Kirika started to fly back towards the prep bay only to be stopped when Cecilia interposed herself. Though covered in dirt and sweat, clear tracks ran down her cheeks. The Briton’s blue eyes were red from crying, but still contained a rage derived hardness as they glared at the shorter teen. “You—you cheated! Those claws aren’t standard to a Revive, and are illegal equipment.”
Raising her right hand carefully, Kirika dropped her eyes down to the still-extended blades. Smoke drifted lazily out from the framework and the acrid smell of burnt wiring reached her nose. “Cecilia,” the redhead started, voice utterly calm despite the growing panic in her mind, “you never wanted a fair fight. You wanted an IS battle to prove your skills. And to humiliate me a bit I’d wager.”
“That’s—not true...” the Briton stammered, growing nervous as the shorter girl refused to look at her.
Hazel eyes drifted up to look from under crimson brows. “It’s almost certainly true. Whether or not you can be true about it with yourself is something only time will tell. But let me tell you something here and now.” Kirika’s voice had a small hint of pride as she continued to gaze at her defeated opponent. “You kept calling me ‘grease monkey’ like it was some sort of insult.
“I don’t deny that I’m a grease monkey. Building something, fixing what’s wrong, making a machine perform beyond all limits gets me excited in a way I can’t describe. I’ve been doing with stuff like this for nearly a decade.” Kirika tilted her head up to look directly at Cecilia now, her hazel gaze boring into the taller girl. “And let’s face it, being a ‘grease monkey’ like that let me build exactly what I needed: a victory against you. IF you want to complain, go ahead. I was told by the Assistant Director of the Academy and Orimura-sensei that it was acceptable to use these claws. Complain to your heart’s content. But I suspect it will just prove what I said about you.”
Cutting in her thrusters, the new class representative sideslipped past Cecilia, leaving a confused opponent floating in her wake.

<—*—>
The water is the perfect temperature, Kirika thought as she lowered herself into the dorm’s bath. A shiver ran through her as the water climbed up over stiff and sore muscles. Leaning back into a comfortable position, the new class representative let her hazel eyes close. Muted conversations picked up as Kirika felt her heart slow its pace. Taking controlled, regular breaths, the redhead felt her exhaustion seep out into the humid air.
Ripples splashing gently on soft skin broke the tranquility. Opening one eye, Kirika peered through her eyelashes to see her friends moving in close. Houki held her towel near her chest, sapphire eyes nervously glancing around the room. Charlotte’s amethyst eyes stayed focused on Kirika as one hand kept the towel on her butter blond hair steady. Warmth radiated off the French teen, but worry was clear on her face.
Motioning for both girls to join her, Kirika opened both eyes and raised her head. Charlotte sat high on the bath’s edge; Houki placed her towel on her head and hunched over in the water. “How are you feeling roomie?”
Kirika canted her head to the side. “Completely punked out. It’s a good you two are here. I might fall asleep and drown in the tub if I was unattended.”



“We’ll make sure zhat does not happen, ma ami,” Charlotte stated assuredly. “It would make us rather poor friends.”
“And it would be a waste of good talent,” a new voice commented, startling all three girls. Kirika looked up over Charlotte’s shoulder to see the newcomer looming close. A slender hand held her towel in a manner that accentuated generous curves. Damp sky blue hair hung in cow-licked waves around an oval face while blood red eyes shone impishly above a fan with the kanji for “audacity”. “This onee-chan was most impressed with your fight.” The newcomer turned away and snapped her fan shut with an audible click. “It will be interesting to see where you go from here.”
All three first year students watched the girl walk the edge of the room in silence. After the stranger exited the bath hall, they traded a confused look. “Does anyone know,” Houki asked, finally breaking the silence, “who that was?”
“Non,” Charlotte said as Kirika just shook her head once. Houki’s eyes darted around the room quickly in a cursory sweep; finding no one the tension in her shoulders dissipated some. Dark hair drifted close to the water’s edge as Houki’s body hunched over further.
After a long pause enjoying their soak, Charlotte draped one hand on the shorter girl. "Zhat was quite a fight you had today, Kirika. I must admit zhat even zhough you said you could win, I had my doubts."
Houki pulled herself straighter and nodded enthusiastically. "It was a damn fine match. She might be a classmate, but I was happy to hear Cecilia lost just based on her attitude. That girl is too stuck up for my tastes."
"Well, don't go too hard on her," Kirika admonished lightly as a sly grin broke her lips. "Her stuck up bitchiness helped me win."
"That attitude and a few well placed words," agreed Houki with a wink.
Shrugging at the comment, Kirika felt a little warmth trickle into her stomach. "What can I say? Shooting off my guns wasn't working as well as I was hoping for in that fight, so I had to settle for shooting off my mouth. Honestly, it was more natural for me that way. The wisdom of my ass is legendary." The redhead's voice grew sober as all joviality left it. "Really, I'm about as lucky as can be for that fight. Cecilia's a hell of a competitor, but I managed to luck into the flaw of Blue Tears."
"Which is...?" Houki prompted in a conspiratorial tone.
The response came from Charlotte, though. "Almost all energy based weapons. An IS has limited power supplies and zhose types of weapons eat power voraciously. Kirika did not win as she just outlasted Cecilia."
Kirika nodded at the explanation. "There's something else too. The first time Cecilia used those weapon pods—"

"BITs," Charlotte supplied helpfully.
"Right, the BITs against me," Kirika amended, "one of her attacks threw my aim off. I ended up spraying bullets at her, and some small part of me latched onto the fact she didn't avoid my attack. When I insulted Cecilia later, the BIT had me dead to rights and didn't fire. The only conclusion I came up with was that she had to focus on using those BITs, and when I goosed her like that they couldn't fire. Then it was just gambling on making an insult big enough to buy me a couple of seconds to attack."
Both taller girls appraised Kirika with new eyes. "Not bad," Houki conceeded begrudingly.
Charlotte nodded at Houki in agreement. "And to zhink, you did all zhat mid-fight. But tell me, where did you get zhat last," she paused to gesture the shape with her left hand on right arm, "weapon you used? I have never zeen it before."
Kirika closed her eyes for a minute and debated her answer. "I have a few friends back in Tokyo, couple of real engineer types. They boasted once they could build anything a person can conceive. After my first training flight, I had the idea for the claws and asked them to build it for me. They got it done and delivered it to me on Friday." Opening her eyes now, she looked both girls straight on. "I was advised not to use them though, because all the prototypes had exploded when deployed."
Shock spread across the two teens' faces rapidly. "And if it had exploded?" Houki asked in a near whisper.
"You'd be visiting me in the school infirmary and I'd probably be called 'stumpy' from here on." Kirika admitted with a shrug. "Near thing though, one of the capacitors shorted out right after I finished the fight. When Pickett-sama and I pulled it off the Revive's arm, it was a solid mess."
Horror overcame the two taller girls as they gaped at Kirika with open mouths. Feeling a little awkward in the ensuing silence, the shorter teen broke the tension with a lopsided grin. "Hey, if I wasn't willing to put everything on the line to win, why fight anyway?"
The comment had its desired intent, and all three teens started a quiet forced laugh among all the chatter of the bath hall. The laughter faded after a moment, leaving all three grinning foolishly between themselves. “Kirika, je voudrais vous poser une question si vous me le permettez,” Charlotte said, seeing the two Japanese girls blink at her statement. “Zorry. If I might ask you a question, Kirika?”
“You just did.” Kirika replied smoothly, covering a twinge of uneasiness. “But I’ll give you another.”
Charlotte smiled brightly at the joke, the gesture natural on her face. “When we first met, you said you...” the French teen drifted off as she struggled to remember the words. “Ah. ‘Doubted you would be allowed to be a rep with your history’. And you told Cecilia zhat you had beaten an instructor during your entry exam. But I did not find any mention of a Japanese student in zhis class who beat zheir testing instructor. So my question is, what history did you allude to?”
Kirika felt her eyes go wide and lose focus at the simply stated question. Charlotte flinched as the shorter teen’s face conflicted between shame and pain. Houki laid a strong hand on her roommate’s shoulder, sliding in closer to keep the room from seeing Kirika’s reaction.
Panting heavily for a moment, Kirika finally reached up and laid her own hand upon Houki’s. Hazel eyes blinked hard and then returned to normal, tracking around the room once before settling again on her friends.
"Sorry about that," Kirika muttered by way of apology. Charlotte and Houki waved off the statement as their concern grew about their classmate. Looking around again, the redhead failed to find anyone close enough to overhear in the noisy hall.
"I guess I could tell you two what happened, but you have to give me your word that you won't talk about it with anyone. It was a big enough flap that it might get me thrown out of the Academy for talking," Kirika paused to meet both girls' eyes. Houki nodded once solemnly, Charlotte hesitated for a moment before nodding her own acceptance. Dropping her voice, the redhead began her story. "The short version of the story is I wasn't supposed to attend the Academy.
"The entrance exams for the Infinite Stratos Academy were coming up. I hadn't intended to take them, but a bunch of my classmates wanted to, and I got roped into going with them. I figured 'What the hell, why not?'. We get there and my friend Ryou-chan challenges me to take the Maintenance Branch tests. Not that I had any reason to even enter the Academy, I just wanted to make sure a couple of my more...directionally challenged classmates got there safe." Kirika paused in her story and caught the grin on both of her friends. "Anyway, I'm not one to back down from any challenge, least of all from a friend of mine. So I go in with the rest of them.
"I get through the paperwork and go do the written part of the exam. It doesn't seem that hard to me, but I've always been good with machines. They take my written test and start walking me out when my escort gets paged. Tells me to wait where I was, blah blah blah. I've got this great record of dealing with authority figures. All of it bad usually. So I start wandering around the area, find one of the test Uchiganes. Apparently it had been giving them problems and wasn't being used for the tests. I pop open a panel and start tinkering around. Add in a shower of sparks and the IS starts to float off the ground."
As Kirika paused to catch her breath, she took a close look at her friends. Both girls sat entranced by the story, leaning forward to match Kirika's conspiratorial tones. "So I do what any sensible, hormone driven teenager does: I make an ill-thought decision to get into the now powered Uchigane. My escort comes back about then to find me as I'm just getting settled. She freaks out, screams a lot and makes some threats. The Uchigane starts to move with me, making it impossible to get out. Seems I had screwed up some of the control systems when I had tinkered with it. She gets into her own Uchigane and charges at me.
"We collide hard, but because I wasn't able to stay level she skims off me and heads to the wall. I ricochet away and fly, if you want to call it flying, into the temporary arena they had set up. There's a second teacher there, waiting for her next opponent. When I come barging into the arena, she assumes it's me and tosses me the sword they were using for the exams. The testing teacher engages me as the first teacher comes through the door. Lot of screaming ensues.
“The tester gets a couple of good hits on me before my escort screams about how I’m not a candidate. That buys me a handful of seconds as the situation starts to become clear. Swords really aren’t my thing,” Kirika commented, earning a grin from Houki, “so I take it and break it in half over my knee. I at least understand knives more than I do a sword.
“After the two teachers figure out what’s going on, I push the Uchigane into a single charge. Use the left shard to deflect the tester’s sword, corner her and just start wailing with the right. Her shield fails, they declare me the winner and override the Uchigane.”
Hazel eyes closed, lost in thought. “Since I wasn’t an officially recognized candidate, they had to run the full background check. They find out I’ve had a few...run-ins with the law. One of my ex-boyfriends got caught up in something, and I was picked up as part of it. And there was a charge of assault when I defended a friend on a train. She was getting molested by some perv, so I might have broken his hands. And his balls. The charges were never prosecuted, but they were still in the system.”
Opening her eyes, Kirika saw both faces near her go pale. “Anyway, I get turned over to the courts because they think I was trying to steal the Uchigane. I’m taken before the judge in full shackles, only a handful of people are there. My folks, the judge, both sets of attorneys. The judge is a real hard-ass,” a wry grin broke thin lips, “and did I mention I have problems with authority figures?   The judge says ‘You are nothing more than a yakuza wannabe who has brought shame onto your parents, teens like you are the bottom-feeding scum who corrupt the culture of our great nation, blah blah blah. Despite your protestations of innocence, there is evidence of your guilt. You are proven guilty and will spend the next ten years in prison for your crime.’
“As those words start sinking home, a new voice calls out from behind us. A new woman in a nice suit walks through the doors. ‘I’m Aki Tetsuhara from the IS Academy. We’ve come to offer Kirika Nakano a spot in the next class.’ The judge freaks out and they all disappear for a few minutes while I sit there under the glare of my parents. Finally they come back and the judge says ‘Kirika Nakano, you have your choice of punishments. You can do ten years in prison for your crime, or you can attend the IS Academy for the full course. But if you fail to complete the full course at the Academy, you will do your time in prison.’”
Feeling the weight of her past start to leave her, Kirika watched her friends for any reaction.   Charlotte’s face had a hint of horror; Houki had a stoically closed expression. “That’s my story. It was come here or go to prison. Orimura-sensei probably knows some of the details. But I’m certain you two are the only students who know.” Kirika’s eyes drifted upward in thought. “Although if I had any idea the Academy would be the sort of madhouse it seems to be, I might have chosen to go to prison. Would probably have been safer.”
The two taller teens blinked hard at the joke before Kirika started to chuckle. Joining in slowly, the three shared a hearty laugh until tears ran down their collective faces. The sound of happy laughter rang clearly through the entire bath.

<—*—>
Houki followed Kirika into their shared room, keeping a watchful eye on her exhausted companion. The tall teen grabbed up a brush and sat on the edge of her bed. Pulling the restraining ribbon out of her black hair, Houki ran the brush through damp strands as sapphire eyes drifted to watch her roommate in the mirror. “You know,” she said in a prosaic tone, “you surprise me a bit Rika.”
Looking up from her dresser, Kirika glanced into the mirror to watch Houki’s actions. “How’s that?”
“Well, given your history I would have thought you would have not picked a fight with Cecilia. You could have gotten kicked out for it.”
Kirika pulled her head through the shirt and let it rest on her shoulders. “Well,” she started, turning to face her roommate, “I did mention I have this problem with authority figures. Cecilia, in all her arrogance came off as ‘better than you’ which I guess I relate to authority. As for the rest of it, part of that is the fact that I tend to think after I act.” The redhead flashed a wry grin at Houki. “And let’s face it, there is just SOME shit you can’t put up with, regardless of the situation.”
Houki chuckled at the comment as Kirika climbed onto the bed behind her. Snatching the brush away, the shorter girl worked through the black hair with ease. Houki felt herself relax into the strokes, letting her eyes drift half closed as her roommate went though practiced motions.
Nearly two dozen strokes of the brush later, the raven haired teen felt herself growing calmer. “It took you a while to get out of your IS,” she commented idly. “Everything okay?”
The brush slowed in its continuing path. “Yeah. I just wanted to take a look at the claws then and there. And Orimura-sensei wanted to talk to me as soon as I was out.”
Houki’s shoulders tensed up under calloused fingers. “Oh.”
“Yeah, seems she had a plan,” Kirika continued, letting the brush come to a stop. “Apparently, she had a bet going that IF I won, the Academy would assign me an Uchigane and that I could customize it. So I guess you and Charlotte are going to be teaching me a bit more as we go.”
Flashing a quick grin in the mirror, Houki relaxed again. The edge of the silk kimono opened and drifted down to one elbow without her knowledge. Rika’s eyes drifted down the exposed skin for a moment then fixed themselves back on her roommate’s hair. “So Houki, can I ask you something?”
Without opening her eyes, the raven hair girl grunted her assent. Taking care to keep the brush loose, Rika worked up the best way to ask what was on her mind. “What’s going on with you and Orimura-sensei?”
Jerking her eyes open, Houki rose away from her roommate and fixed her kimono. The brush landed on the carpeted floor with a dull thump. Her heart racing, the raven haired girl stared warily on the shorter teen. “What—what do you mean? There’s nothing going on with me and her. Nothing!”
Making a non-committal sound, Kirika just watched carefully as her roommate started to pace. “The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” she finally quipped.
“What?” Houki blurted, turning to face her roommate at the quote. Breathing hard, she finally sat on the edge of the bed again. “Okay, you told me something that could get you in trouble. I guess I could share this secret. But it has to stay between us or I could get into a lot more difficulties than you would.”
Kirika nodded once as she felt her throat tighten up. The raven-haired girl leaned in close and continued in a whisper. “Orimura-sensei and I have a bit of a history. She trained at my family’s kendo school, and she’s been friends with my sister forever.”
Eyes widening at the information, Kirika’s face clouded up in confusion as Houki continued. “But there’s more than that. Orimura-sensei had a younger brother...his name was Ichika.” The taller teen stumbled on the name, her tongue growing seemingly thick as her voice faded. Tears welled up around suddenly bloodshot sapphire eyes. “He was my best friend. Maybe my only real friend. Four years ago, he got kidnapped because of her winning the Mondo Grosso. She went to rescue him, and Ichika got killed because of it.”
Kirika reached out to hold her roommate only to have Houki wave away the gesture. “I spent four years of my life set on the goal of avenging him.” Rolling one hand up revealed a small scar on her palm. “I swore it by my blood. And then, two months ago, on the anniversary of his death, I found Orimura-sensei and attacked her.”
Houki watched as the redhead’s mouth gaped open at the statement. Nodding once to confirm her memory, the raven-haired girl continued. “I had my opportunity and a sword. I attacked Orimura-sensei with the intention of killing her. Drew blood and had her life in my hand. Then my sister showed up and Orimura-sensei ended up beating me severely.” Opening the kimono, one hand skimmed under Houki’s firm breasts. “Ended up cracking three ribs, fractured my collarbone, cut me up pretty well. I suspect if I get a tan you’ll see the scars.
“My sister got involved then, patched me and Orimura-sensei up. Showed me a video of what actually happened.” Tears still ran down her cheeks as Houki recalled watching the death of her friend. “I’m not sure I believe what I saw, but it seems possible. And neither Orimura-sensei or my sister made a complaint to the police. But there’s still some part of me that wants to hurt Orimura-sensei, to feel her blood on my hands as I watch the life fade from her eyes. I guess that makes me a bad person.”
Pulling her roommate close, Kirika wrapped her arms around the taller girl. Houki sniffled for a little, not quite crying, but not controlled. “It doesn’t make you a bad person, Shinonono-chan.”

One hand reached up to pat Houki’s head as she cried onto her roommate’s shoulder. “It just makes you a person.”
***---+---***
A sharp blow snapped Cecilia out of her fitful sleep. Opening her mouth to scream reflexively, a cloth was shoved in past her lips to silence the scream before it started. Belatedly she realized it was her hairband as blue eyes started to focus on the room.
Cecilia immediately recognized the room by the soft reading light. The elegant four post bed was her own, the gauzy curtains giving it a refined look. Expensive furnishings normally added taste and refinement to the drab school decor. Now those things appeared to belong to someone else, an outsider’s idea of elegance.
One hand tried to remove the gag only to stop instantly. Azure eyes grew in horror as Cecilia realized her hand was tied to the bedpost. Scanning herself frantically, she found herself spread eagled, each limb was secured tightly to the nearest post. That’s enough of this! She thought in outrage and summoned Blue Tears.
Nothing happened.
The lack of response from her IS sent a new surge of adrenaline coursing in Cecilia’s veins, dispelling the last vestiges of sleep.   Memories flashed through a newly awakened mind. Losing the fight to Kirika. Talking to her country about the damage to Blue Tears and the loss. Being stripped of her Representative Candidate title. “The English people need a proper champion, not an incompetent who loses to a novice in an outdated IS,” her superior officer had told Cecilia, watching the teen break down into tears. “You may complete your time at the ISA, but when you return to England, you will do so in shame and receive no further support from the government.” Finally crying herself to sleep while her maid Chelsea tried in vain to console her.
The sound of her struggles made the bed squeak loudly.    A shadow drifted across Cecilia’s vision. Azure eyes focused in on the sight of her tormentor as a dull throbbing settled into her burning cheek. Kirika Nakano stood next to the bed, thin lips pulled back into a wicked grin. The Japanese teen was wearing a dark kimono which pulled tight against her body as she sat on the edge of the bed closest to Cecilia.
“Finally awake?” She purred slowly, her voice sinfully smooth. “You’ve got a hard head. I might have broken a nail getting you to wake up.” One hand flopped back and forth loosely as the other started to skim along Cecilia’s nightgown. “Nice...very nice.”
Calloused fingertips grazed the fine fabric, barely touching the skin underneath. Cecilia glared at the Japanese teen for a moment and started to yell her outrage through the improvised gag. Hazel eyes lit up brightly as they traveled Cecilia’s bound figure. “A friend of mine back home told me something once. He said ‘Kirika-chan, there are two ways to really know a person: you can fight them.’ Which we’ve done. ‘Or you can fuck them.’” Kirika’s voice paused as the redhead leaned up next to Cecilia’s head. “Which we’re ABOUT to do.”
Cecilia thrashed about violently in an attempt to injure her tormentor. Kirika snapped upright, barely avoiding the Briton’s attack. The grin on her face grew into a twisted smile. “Oooo...such a fine spirit. This is going to be fun.”
Wrapping both hands against Cecilia’s head, Kirika leaned forward and kissed the Briton on the forehead. A delicate tongue snaked out to run along the inside edge of Cecilia’s ear causing the blond to shiver at the action. The Japanese girl took Cecilia’s earlobe between her lips and teased it playfully before moving to the slender neck. Soft lips grazed along the throbbing carotid, delivering feathery kisses as Kirika drifted down and planted a long caress in the crook of Cecilia’s neck.
Shivering a second time, Cecilia felt gooseflesh rise along her exposed skin as electric tingles danced through her nerves. I’ve never felt anything like this, the blond admitted to herself. There was that required class in school, my own explorations and even that one time with Chelsea, but it didn’t feel this good! A shift of pressure on her waist broke Cecilia’s monologue and drew her attention to the redhead. Kirika shifted her weight again and got into a more comfortable position. Her hazel eyes shone with something that Cecilia couldn’t place. “Ceci-chan,” Kirika purred softly, “you are wearing too many clothes.”
That’s a good sign, Cecilia thought in a flash of hope. If she wants to get my clothes off, she’ll have to untie my arm and I can use that chance to escape. Drawing on past modeling experiences, Cecilia tried to set her face into what she believed was an alluring expression. Seeing the pleased reaction on the her tormentor’s face, Cecilia felt her hope grow brighter in her chest.
That blossoming hope died instantly as the Japanese girl reached inside her kimono and produced a small folding knife. Snapping it open with a quick motion of her thumb, Kirika presented the weapon to her prisoner. The blade was four inches long and had a vicious looking back curve that ended near a slight protrusion at the tip. Reversing the blade deftly, the Japanese girl hooked the back curve on the neckline of Cecilia’s nightgown and started to pull.
The nightgown resisted for a moment and then Cecilia watched in horror as it started to rip. Blue eyes tracked the edge in fear as the knife went down, opening the gown from neck to navel. That was from my favorite!   Cecilia raged mentally.   The Briton felt her fear return as the cold metal slid between the tear to brush the delicate skin between her breasts.
Kirika pulled the knife back, catching the left side of the ruined nightgown to expose a pale tit topped by a puffy pink nipple.   The redhead smiled appreciatively as she bent over to kiss the new offering. Cecilia shivered in excitement as Kirika’s lips touched the top of her breast. Hazel eyes glanced up to see the taller girl’s face go slack from the sensations present. A knowing grin broke past thin lips as the redhead continued to caress the breast, leaving a series of wet kisses circling the sensitive tip.
The Japanese teen blew a short puff onto Cecilia’s pink nipple, earning a hitched breath from the tied teen. “Oh, are your nipples sensitive Ceci-chan?” Kirika asked playfully. “Let’s see what you think of this....” she muttered as her head came down. Her lips grazed the tip of the slightly flattened mound, then Kirika opened her mouth to take the entire nipple inside. Cecilia gasped loudly, the sound strong enough to reach the redhead through the gag. Emboldened, Kirika worked on the Briton’s breast, circling her tongue along the edges of the nipple before flicking the tip with the flat.
Cecilia’s eyes closed as she felt her body start to sing from the touch. The nipple crinkled and swelled in the Japanese teen’s hot mouth as she continued to tease it. A twitch of horror crossed Cecilia’s mind as she felt fluid trickle from her most intimate parts. What is going on here? I haven’t wet my bed since I was two, and why now of all times?
A free hand pulled the nightgown away from the right side, exposing all of Cecilia’s body to the shorter girl’s gaze. The same hand gently groped the free breast, squeezing the fleshy globe before calloused fingers started to rub against the sensitive bud on top. Cecilia felt her body flush with heat and started to pant through the gag, tugging slightly at her restraints.
Kirika looked up from her ministrations to see blue eyes glaze over and fair skin flush crimson. “That’s just adorable, Ceci-chan.” Rising up slightly, the Japanese teen pulled at the knot of her sash. Cecilia felt her eyes drift along the body of the Japanese teen kneeling over her bound form. The black kimono fell open with a rustle of silk. Underneath it Kirika was wearing a modified corset. The cups at top had been removed, leaving breasts exposed but still supported.   No panties were visible, but a thin strip of coppery red hair against ivory skin got Cecilia’s attention.
Leaning forward, the Japanese teen let her firm breasts rub against Cecilia’s larger ones. Moaning loudly through the gag, blue eyes drifted shut as Kirika slowly began working the nipples back and forth against each other in circular motions.    A tension starting building in the Briton, a fire made of equal parts need and outrage.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kirika sat up quickly. Cecilia’s eyes snapped open at the change; blue eyes retaining their glazed look as a slight trickle of drool ran down her chin. The blond teen’s breath came in rapid pants through her nose. Crawling on her knees, Kirika turned away from her bound classmate. “Now, let’s see what else you’ve got here, Ceci-chan!”
The Japanese girl held up the folding knife between two fingers and Cecilia felt her heart pound in her chest. As the weapon became obscured by the shorter teen’s body the blond’s pulse raced. Imagination running wild, Cecilia heard her pulse scream in her ears. What is she going to do with that knife? Horrible visions danced in her mind as the blond girl felt the prick of the knife on her right hip. The cold steel barely caressed Cecilia’s skin, the sharp edge rubbing hard enough to leave a mark without breaking the soft surface.
Panic rose in Cecilia’s mind as her stomach collapsed on itself, pushing burning bile up her throat. The folding knife slid away from her hip, catching the side of her silk panties deftly. Designer fabric was no match for the keen edge as the narrow cloth snapped without a sound.    Rage flared again in the trapped teen, but even as she started to cry out against her gag the knife cut through the left side off her panties. Firm pressure was applied against Cecilia’s pelvis as the useless garment was snatched away, ripping away accidentally caught hair as well.
The pain of the ripped hairs caused the British teen to flinch involuntarily. Trying to come to terms with what happening, Cecilia felt the room’s cool air on her most intimate area and shivered reflexively. For her part, Kirika chuckled lightly at the sight before her. “Oh my oh my,” the redhead commented with a grin. “I would have expected something more from a superior person like you. Not this barely trimmed mess.” A finger came down to brush the thick mass of golden curls that ran just barely to the top of Cecilia’s pelvis, but completely between both legs. Cecilia tensed when she felt the knife edge press against delicate skin before sliding a handful of millimeters and stopping. “But I must say, I enjoy finding out you’re a natural blond and not some peroxide bimbo.”
Cecilia glared at the back of her tormentor’s head. I am going to make you regret this for the rest of your miserable life, grease monkey! She vehemently vowed mentally. Eyes flicked between the ties on her headrest, trying to determine a way to get a hand free.   Blue orbs grew wide when Cecilia felt a calloused finger rub against the outer fringe of her labial lips. A second finger rubbed up against the first, both digits running parallel to her skin without entering.
Thrashing her head and bucking her hips violently, Cecilia tried to stop what was happening. No, not like this. I can’t have this be my first time! One finger gently pushed past the tight lips, barely sinking to the first knuckle before stopping. Kirika glanced back over her shoulder to glance at the twitching British teen. “Oh ho!” she exclaimed, a half grin visible on the redhead’s face. “No wonder you’re such a stuck up bitch. But for all that, you’re positively drenched. I bet a person could drown in that.” Bending over further, one finger left its exploration to slowly rub against the rim of Cecilia’s ass. “And you’ve got a tight ass to go with your asshole personality.”
The finger sought entry past the rim of Cecilia’s sphincter. Blue eyes flared wide and then winched in pain as the finger forced its way inside, penetrating into the British teen. Feeling the foreign intruder squirm and twitch made Cecilia start to convulse from equal parts pleasure and pain. Her mouth dropped open and she started to choke on the gag in an effort to scream. Cecilia saw spots start flicker in her vision as the gag worked its way down further into her throat. Blackness crept into the periphery of the image as a heavy burden sat on her chest. The hairband was pulled out partway, restoring air to tortured lungs.
“Ah ah ah,” Kirika crooned quietly as she reseated the gag. “Don’t go making too much noise. After all, you don’t want your classmates to know you’re a pervert who likes to be tied up. Or that you’re too weak to defend yourself without your precious Blue Tears.”
The thought of having the rest of the Academy learn about her weakness froze Cecilia in place.    The older students would gang up on me and make my life miserable. My fellow classmates would disrespect me. The teachers and staff would laugh behind my back, if not directly in my face. Resolve hardening in the British teen’s mind, she forced her body to relax and submit. No, I can’t let that happen, no matter the cost to me now!
Kirika watched Cecilia closely, apparently reading the blond’s mind as decisions were made. Seeing tension in the British teen’s shoulders disapper, an indulgent smile crossed the redhead’s face. “Good, good,” Kirika murmured appreciatively as she bent down to kiss one of Cecilia’s breasts. The British teen gasped as teeth grazed the tip of her nipple, then screamed into the gag as the teeth bit down hard. Panting rapidly, Cecilia reflexively lifted her hips to useless attempt to dislodge the shorter teen.
Feeling the Briton thrash under her, Kirika let herself roll with the motion and be thrown from the bed. Taking the fall smoothly, she raised herself up on her arms to glare from under crimson bangs. “That was rude, Ceci-chan. But I guess you’re telling me it’s time to get on with the good stuff.”
Crawling to the bottom of the bed, the Japanese teen picked up a gym bag and dropped it between Cecilia’s spread legs. The bed squeaked from the weight of the bag, eliciting a worried look from the British teen. A quick tug and the bag was open to the world while only shifting slightly on the bed.
“You see, Ceci-chan,” Kirika purred as the indulgent smile grew wider, replaced by something almost sinful. “When I learned I was coming to an all-girls school for three years, I was not amused. I mean, I have appetites just like any one else. And they weren’t going to be fed here by girls. Well, maybe not normal girls.” Hazel eyes drifted away from the tied form to look in to the bag’s depths. “So I made sure to bring along a few...friends to help make sure my time in this convent wasn’t so boring.”
Cecilia stared down her own body to watch the Japanese teen work. A dull thud came out of the bag, followed by an unfamiliar object. Flesh toned, it was cylindrical with a bulge at one end, and a number of asymmetrical bumps in alternating lines at the other. Both ends flopped and twitched in the redhead’s clenched fist, giving an impression of size. The object called up a faint memory of a class in middle school. That looks somewhat similar to pictures during those required health classes, Cecilia thought. But I don’t remember the pictures being that big!
Kirika grinned down at the British teen, enjoying herself immensely. “This is something from America.   Called the ‘Superman’, because it claims that ‘like the comic book character, this will never leave a woman hanging’. And I can assure you, that claim wasn’t made in vain.” Dropping the toy onto the bed, Kirika reached back down into the bag again.
A shudder of disgust forced tremors through the blond as the toy came to rest against her calf. She barely had time to register the sensation before the Japanese teen brought out a second object from her bag. Charcoal black, the thickness of the new object made it hard for Kirika to wrap her fingers around it.   The two ends hung out farther from the redhead’s fist, drooping slightly with gravity. More asymmetrical bumps lined the body near the bulge, but the base was entirely different. Where the Superman was round with bumps, the new one had long protrusions almost like spikes. Cecilia felt her heart start to race at the sight.
“This,” the Japanese teen started, “is something from here in Japan. Got it from a friend of mine when I told them about coming to the Academy. The closest translation of it’s name would be ‘heavenly satisifier of women in manly absence’. But my friend told me that the people who use it know it by another name, which is much easier to translate.” The redhead paused, seemingly in thought as she grinned wickedly back down at Cecilia. “‘Womb wrecker’. I was informed that anyone who uses this will never be satisfied by a man as long as she lives, but I haven’t put that particular claim to the test. Yet.”
Cecilia felt the blood drain from her face as a chill went through her entire body. Chuckling to herself at the joke, Kirika picked up both toys and placed them into the gym bag. The Briton felt a rekindled surge of hope as she watched hands move about the bag without bringing any new horrors out.
The Japanese teen glanced up from under her brows to see Cecilia’s face lighten in hope. “And our last contestant of the night,” she quipped, mirroring a popular game show host, “is something completely homegrown.” Both arms tensed up as the shoulders heaved against the weight of the latest item. Azure eyes threatened to burst from Cecilia’s head as they sought to understand what was held before her.
It had started its life as a lawn tool, probably a chainsaw. The hand grips were still there, but the cutting blade was missing. In it’s place were both of the dildos, the pink one set above the black one. Both dildos were pointed directly at Cecilia. Kirika flashed a proud smile at the tied up Briton. “Something of my own design. Isn’t it just the cutest? Now, I know what you’re thinking. ‘Just what exactly can a person do with a one-half horsepower, gasoline fueled, double headed personal gratification tool like THAT?’ I’d tell you, but this is more of a hands on tutorial.”
Kirika took her right hand off the grip and pulled on a string. The motor chugged once and failed to start. Frowning, the Japanese teen reset the string and pulled again. After the third attempt, the motor rumbled itself to life. The room seemed to shake from the vibration of the engine. Kirika twisted to her side to give a profile view to Cecilia. The British teen watched as both dildos jacked up and down, alternating their position almost perfectly. A single finger pulled at a recessed trigger, causing the engine to scream and the dildos to increase their tempo. “This,” the redhead shouted over the sound of the tool, “ought to fix your little bitchiness problem.”
The motor slowed as it was positioned between Cecilia’s legs. Despair and horror collided inside the British teen’s mind, even as she felt a flicker of desire. Blond hair thrashed wildly as eyes squeezed shut, trying to deny the situation she was in. Kirika laughed scornfully at the sight, keeping the motor slow to let herself be heard. “And a one, and a two, and a three!”
The sex toy released a leonine roar as it jumped forward to violate Cecilia.
***---+---***
Pain flared in Cecilia’s face, bringing with it adrenaline fueled alertness. A shape hovered over her, the form indistinct in the darkened room. Operating entirely on reflex, the British representative balled her right fist and swung out as hard as she could.
Blue Tears, answering the call of its pilot, instantly engulfed the striking limb. The punch had force and weight, but the intruder leaned a hand against Cecilia’s biceps and blocked the attack. Opening her gauntlet-encased hand, Cecilia tried to grab onto the head of her intruder. Metal-shod fingers grazed against soft hair even as a sound penetrated the thunder of blood rushing in Cecilia’s ears.
“MILADY!”
The single word, hissed with urgency, caught Cecilia’s attention. Tightening her arms, the British representative halted her blow as a dull reading light clicked on. Brunette hair, tied up for sleeping framed a face that was literally green. Ethereal blue eyes glanced worriedly from holes in the facial cream mask.
Cecilia looked upon the face for a long instant, comprehension evading her as the fragments of her dream floated in her vision. “I’m—alone?” she said hesitantly, trying to make sense of the situation.
Chelsea Blackett looked down at her employer and longtime friend. “Well, I’m here milady. But otherwise yes.”
Taking note of the blued armor on her right hand, Cecilia regarded it with a curious look on her face. “I still have Blue Tears?”
Chelsea knelt down next to her employer’s bed. Being a personal maid to Cecilia Alcott had been a challenge over the years, but not quite like this. “Yes ma’am, you do. Are you alright? I was getting worried when I couldn’t wake you.”
Dismissing Blue Tears, Cecilia let her hands roam her body. The nightgown was stuck to her skin but intact, her limbs free to move. She tried to ignore the pleasant sensations of the designer clothing against her erect nipples.   “And there’s been no one here but the two of us?”
Frowning at the question, Chelsea let her eyes drift across the younger woman’s body. Blond hair was matted against the skull, and the sheets were bunched up around long legs. The mattress was soaked in places, most of them focused along the teen’s waist. The pink cloth had turned diaphanous from contact with its owner. Chelsea could see and smell the sexual excitement on her friend. “Milady, there’s been no one here all night,” she murmured in a reassuring tone. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Flushing lightly, Cecilia focused on getting past her body’s demands. “I—think so. It was just a bit of a bad dream.”
The maid to the Alcott family felt a hint of a lie, but decided not to press the matter. “Well, you should try to get back to sleep if you can, milady.” Chelsea admonished, her voice growing sweet as it teased her friend. “After all, if you don’t get enough sleep you’ll have wrinkles before you’re twenty.”
Cecilia grabbed one pillow and swatted at her maid. For her part, Chelsea let the pillow hit her and climbed back into bed. Flopping back into her bed, Cecilia snatched at her sheets and rolled over, hoping for sleep that could not be found.
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