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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Tuesday, August 20th, 2013 – Yoshida Emi – Osaka, Japan

My body trembled as I walked past the gates of Yamamura College. My stomach twisted. Kaori, Yumi, and Hana would be waiting. I didn’t have the money for the three bullies. They were going to hurt me.

I clutched my hand to the white blouse of my school uniform, my fingers brushing the red tie dangling down the pristine top. Why did they bully me? What did I ever do to them? Other students strode by and headed toward the main building, happy and carefree. None of them had to be afraid of Kaori and her gang.

Only me.

I wanted to stay home sick again, but my mother didn’t believe me. “You were sick yesterday. You need to go to college,” she’d declared, glaring at me. She’d planted hands on her hips, her black hair twisted into a bun. “Now, Emi-chan.”

“Yes, Mother,” I’d sighed, tears almost brimming in my dark eyes.

I forced myself to walk towards the building, joining the throng of students. My feet felt like lead. The bell would ring. I didn’t want to be tardy on top of being tormented. I crossed the courtyard, my shoulders hunched. I pushed back a lock of my long, black hair out of my eyes as I scanned for my bullies.

No sign of them.

I entered the school, removed my shoes, and put them in my cubby where my slippers waited. With them was also a note. My stomach froze at the sight of the folded piece of notebook paper. My fingers trembled as I drew it out and unfolded it.

You skipped school. Are you trying to avoid your debts? Kinimoto is not happy. You owe us now 15000¥.

Tanadashi

I swallowed. Kinimoto Kaori wanted more money. They already demanded 10,000¥. All I could scrape up was 7000¥. How was I going to get another 8000¥? Tears brimmed in my eyes as I pulled on my pink slippers, the note crumbling in my hand.

What was going to happen to me today?

I walked up to my classroom, 1-C, and took my seat in the back. I trembled in fear as Takahashi-sensei, my homeroom teacher, taught Japanese literature. I hunched my shoulders, trying not to be noticed as my mind whirled in fear.

I barely noticed when Chie-sensei arrived to teach us math. I dreaded lunch break. My body grew tense, my skin tightening, strangling my breath as the minutes ticked by. Next was history, and Uesagi-sensei’s lesson hardly registered in my mind.

The bell rang. Lunch.

I stayed in my seat as my classmates filed out, eager to get to the cafeteria. My own lunch was packed in my bag. But I couldn’t eat. My stomach was twisted into knots.

“There you are,” purred Tanadashi Yumi from the classroom doorway. “Why are you sitting in here alone, Yoshida-san?”

She sounded so innocent.

“Why don’t you come eat with us today?” Yumi’s sweet tone hid the venom of her words.

“Yes, senpai,” I whispered to the older girl. She was an upperclassman. If I didn’t call her “senpai,” I would show her disrespect. I couldn’t afford to anger Yumi and her friends any longer.

I had no choice.

I stood, grabbing my bag and trailing after the bully. Her black hair fell in a pleated braid down her back, reaching her gray skirt. I wiped my sweaty palms on my matching skirt. Our slippered feet whisked on the linoleum floor. I trudged after her as she marched us to the stairwell that led up the school’s roof.

“You found her,” Kishima Hana said, a haughty smile on her plump lips. Her narrow face was framed by short, black hair. She wore her red tie loose and her blouse untucked from her gray skirt. She waited by the door to the stairwell. “Kaori-tan is so looking forward to speaking to her.”

Hana slid her arm around my neck and pulled me close like we were lovers. I shuddered, my olive cheeks burning with a blush.

“I hope you have the money,” Hana purred. “Otherwise, your apology better be very satisfying.”

Yumi giggled as she opened the door to the stairwell. “Kaori is very hard to satisfy. But I bet her pretty mouth can do it.”

What were they talking about?

Our feet echoed as we climbed up to the roof. My trembles grew worse. Maybe they would be satisfied with the 7000¥?

Yumi threw open the door to the roof, sunlight flooding in. The school’s roof was flat, dotted with vents and pipes for the ventilation system. A chain-link fence ran around the edge to keep anyone from jumping off and committing suicide.

Maybe I should kill myself. That was a way out.

I flinched as the roof door was locked behind us. Yumi slipped a key into her skirt pocket. I took a deep breath and faced their leader.

Kinimoto Kaori leaned against the fence. Her round face was framed by her bleached-blonde hair, a predatory smile crossing her red lips. She was dressed in the same school uniform as the rest of us with loose, knee-high socks clinging to her light-olive legs.

“I missed you yesterday, Emi-tan,” purred Kaori. “I’m so happy you are well today.”

“But it was such an inconvenience,” Hana added. “We were counting on the money.”

“So that’s why you’re going to pay us more,” Kaori continued. “Restitution for the inconvenience you caused.”

“I am humbly sorry that my illness inconvenienced you,” I said, bowing low. “Please accept my abject apology as restitution.”

“I’m afraid apologies are just not enough,” laughed Kaori. “But I’m not heartless. You can bring the extra 5000¥ tomorrow.”

I swallowed. “I… I wasn’t able to get the 10,000¥. I… I don’t have that much. I only had 7000¥.” I reached into my skirt pocket and pulled out the envelope. “Please accept this payment and my apologies, Kinimoto-senpai.”

Kaori’s face went still.

“How dare you insult Kaori-tan,” Yumi gasped. “After her gracious generosity, you spit in her face?”

“You wound me, Emi-tan.” Kaori’s smile grew, hunger glinting in her eyes. “If you cannot pay with money, then you’ll have to pay in other ways.” She strode forward, stopping before my trembling figure. Her finger stroked my cheek, her touch sending a shameful heat through me. “You have pretty lips.”

“Plump and succulent,” agreed Hana.

A wave of fear went through me. Were they going to cut off my lips? Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I… I can get… the money…” I sobbed. “Please… don’t… hurt me…”

“Emi-tan,” Kaori smiled, “I won’t hurt you if you please me.”

Hana and Yumi grabbed my shoulders, the older girls pushing me down to my knees. The cement roof rasped against my bare skin; I winced in pain. Kaori smiled at me, her hands lifting her skirt up her sleek thighs. The gray material climbed higher and higher until…

My eyes widened as I gasped in shock.

She wore no panties. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and anointed with her glistening passion. I could see the folds, her silt tight except for a little pink clit peeking out. Her musk filled my nose as I breathed, a naughty scent.

“What?” I gasped. “You don’t mean that I have to…” Blood drained out of my face as a chill settled over me.

“Eat my pussy?” Kaori arched her eyebrow. “If you can’t pay…”

“But I’m not a lesbian!” I protested, my cheeks burning. I could smell how aroused she was. A bead of her juices trickled down her thigh.

“You are now,” purred Kaori. “To pay your debt, you have to lick our pussies. Every time you make one of us cum will count for 500¥. That’s how little your mouth is worth. But don’t worry, we’ll give you plenty of chances to work off your debt.”

Yumi and Hana both giggled.

Kaori’s hands seized my black hair and yanked my head to her crotch. She pulled my mouth against her hot pussy. I squirmed, trying to pull away as her juicy flesh rubbed on my lips. I whimpered while her hand maintained a tight grip on my locks, pain flaring in my scalp as I fought. I pushed on her thighs, her juices seeping into my lips.

“Lick, Emi-tan,” she purred. “Or Hana-tan will hurt you.”

Hana laughed. “And I don’t want to do that. You have such a pretty body, Yoshida-san. I would hate to mar it.”

Yumi giggled. “Liar, you’ll love it. I remember how much fun you had cutting Reina.”

I shuddered at Hana’s cold laughter. Fear propelled me into action. My tongue flicked out and slid through Kaori’s pussy. Her spicy juices covered my tongue. I blanched at the taste, hating that Kaori forced me to please her. I licked again, my tongue sliding through her folds.

She quivered as I did it. Her juices coated my lips and chin. They were hot and sticky. They coated my tongue as I worked it through her folds, brushing her clit. She shuddered, her face twisting with pleasure while shame and humiliation burned through me.

“That’s it, little Emi-tan,” cooed Kaori. “Lick my pussy. Mmm, you love it. You’re a lesbian now.”

“Emi-tan the pussy-licker,” taunted Hana.

“Lick Kaori-tan’s pussy,” Yumi cooed. “She needs to be satisfied. Repay her mercy with your tongue.”

I licked again and again, my insides boiling in shame and rage. I hated these girls. If I had the strength, I would beat them. Kill them. If only I wasn’t a coward.

Kaori’s hips shifted, smearing her hot pussy across my lips. The juices ran down my chin while my tongue feasted on her cunt. I shuddered as she gripped my hair, her hips grinding her cunt on me, her breast jiggling beneath her blouse.

Kaori moaned, savoring the pleasure of humiliating me. She gripped my hair, guiding where I licked. She moved my lips to her clit. She purred in delight as I latched on and pleased her. The passion in her voice rose.

“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Now wiggle your tongue in deep.”

I obeyed her and thrust my tongue into the depths of her pussy. I swirled it around inside of her, fluttering and licking her. She groaned as her juices soaked my tongue. I was so deep in her cunt. I shuddered; I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

My thighs pressed together. My own pussy grew an itch. A humiliating flush of shame passed through me. My panties grew damp as my tongue whipped faster and faster through her folds. I plunged it in and out of the depths of her pussy.

Hands seized my hips and lifted me until I knelt like a dog. A pussy-licking bitch. I shuddered as they hiked my skirt and yanked down my panties. Alarm filled me as fingers touched my petals. I tried to pull away from Kaori’s pussy, but the bully had a firm grip.

“She has a cherry.” Hana laughed. “And the dyke’s growing wet.”

“Do you like licking my pussy, Emi-tan?” Kaori giggled as her pussy clenched around my probing tongue. “Because you’re tongue feels so good in my pussy. Mmm, keep doing that. I’m going to cum so hard on your pretty mouth.”

I kept licking as Hana or Yumi caressed my pussy. Humiliation swept through me. I licked faster, harder. I squeezed my eyes shut. I whimpered as I grew hotter and hotter. This was so wrong. Why was I doing this?

It wasn’t long before Kaori let out a gasp of bliss. Her pussy convulsed around my tongue. She flooded my mouth with more of her disgusting juices. I swallowed them to keep from drowning. Her hips bucked, smearing her flesh across my mouth and nose. Every breath I took was filled with her scent.

She gripped my hair, holding me tight against her as she orgasmed. I shuddered, the itch growing in my pussy. I felt like such a disgusting thing. I wiggled my tongue through her folds, teasing her as she moaned out her pleasure.

Then she released me and stepped back. “The little slut made me cum so hard.”

“You pleased her,” Yumi purred. “I guess Hana doesn’t get to cut you.”

“Pity,” Hana sighed. “Well, at least she’s going to make me cum.”

Tears ran down my cheeks as Hana yanked my hair and pulled my face into her hairy twat. I munched, hating her tart flavor. Yumi and Kaori giggled behind me. I couldn’t see anything while being buried beneath Hana’s skirt.

I heard something rustling behind me. The pair chortled louder. I shuddered and kept working my tongue through Hana’s tart pussy. I shuddered at how pathetic I was. My pussy was so on fire. I was a disgusting thing.

“Oh, Kaori. You’re going to rip her open with that monster,” Hana said, an eagerness to her as I feasted on her. “I can’t wait to feel her scream into my cunt.”

“What?” I gasped.

“I’m going to make you a woman,” Kaori declared. “Let her see, Hana.”

Hana pulled my head away from her pussy and turned my head. I blinked against the bright sunlight and saw that Kaori had taken off her skirt and strapped a thick, black dildo to her groin.

“No!” I gasped. “No, please! I need to be a virgin!”

Yumi licked her lips and nodded. “She’s right; no one will marry a whore.”

Kaori laughed. “Especially not a lesbian whore. Yumi-tan, get your phone out. Let’s record this happy day for Emi-tan.”

“Please, no!” I sobbed.

Hana pulled my face back into her pussy. I trembled as Kaori smacked my ass, stinging heat flaring across my rump. I licked and sobbed, my stomach turning. The end of the dildo touched my wet pussy. I screamed into Hana’s pussy as the fake cock broke my maidenhead and invaded me.

The pain was intense. I shuddered and sobbed. Kaori pumped hard in and out of me, moaning for joy. Why was this happening to me? What did I ever do to make these girls hate me? I wish I was Light and had the Death Note like in the anime. There wouldn’t be any bullies in the world if I had the power of Justice.

I’d just write their names in my notebook and their terrible lives would be over.

The pain receded in my pussy, but to my horror, pleasure replaced it. My pussy was enjoying the assault. Was I a lesbian? Did I want to be treated this way? Kaori’s strokes ignited a fire in me. It felt better than masturbation.

She pumped away at me, thrusting hard. She raped me with the dildo, but I loved it. I fluttered my tongue through Hana’s pussy, feasting on her as Kaori pounded my pussy. She plunged the dildo over and over into me.

Something grew in me.

“Oh, yes, what a hot fuck,” groaned Kaori.

“She loves it!” Hana panted, gripping my hair. Her silky bush rubbed against my lips as she shuddered. “She’s moaning into my pussy like a little lesbian whore!”

I shuddered at their words. They fed my orgasm. I whimpered and groaned, licking at her pussy, my pussy clenching down on the dildo. The pleasure built so fast in me. The dildo stimulated me. Tingles ran through my body.

This was terrible. Why was I so disgusting? I shouldn’t enjoy this. I should hate it, but my pussy clenched around the nasty dildo. I gripped it, drinking in the friction. Something built and built in the depths of my pussy.

My orgasm exploded through me.

I moaned into Hana’s pussy, my sheath convulsing about the terrible dildo spearing into me. I gasped and moaned, my cunt writhing. Pleasure spilled through me as I moaned into Hana’s cunt, stars bursting before my eyes.

Kaori laughed, smacking my ass. “The slut just came.”

“What a whore Emi-tan is,” Hana purred, her pussy rubbing on my lips as I kept feasting on her. “Oh, yes! She’s moaning like a ghost into my pussy. Oh, yes! Drink my juices, lesbian whore!”

Hana came. Her cream gushed into my mouth while my cunt writhed about the nasty dildo. Kaori fucked me hard. I whimpered and moaned, licking, lapping, crying. What was wrong with me? Why did I enjoy this?

“Drink down all her cream, Yoshida-san,” moaned Yumi. “I’m so hot. I can’t wait to feel your lips on my pussy.”

Kaori moaned, slamming the dildo deep into my orgasming sheath. I couldn’t believe my body had betrayed me. Part of me enjoyed this. I was such a whore. I hated these girls. I wished them dead. I bent every ounce of strength into my desire for Justice.

But they didn’t die.

Hana fucked me with the dildo while I ate out Yumi. I came a second time.

They left me on the roof, sobbing, my face smeared in cunt cream. I didn’t move. I spent the rest of the school day up there. I stared up at the blue sky, hating my life. If I wasn’t such a coward, I would kill myself and end this torment. I looked at the fence surrounding the roof. All I had to do was climb it. The school was three stories. I would probably die when I hit the ground.

I stood and stumbled to the chain link fence. I stuck my fingers through the woven wires. Freedom was on the other side. I peered down at the paving stones of the courtyard. They could welcome me. I just had to climb.

I didn’t have the strength to seize my release.

The bell rang. School was over.

I trudged home and took a shower. I had to scrub myself clean. I was filthy. Those girls despoiled me. I sobbed as the warm water turned cold. I shivered beneath the spray. I didn’t care. I needed to be clean.

My mother knocking on the door spurred me to leave. She would only ask questions, and I didn’t want to deal with her. I locked myself in my room and turned on my computer. I began to search the internet for some curse, some spell, some way to grant my wish and get my vengeance on my bullies.

On an English website called Unearthed Arcana, I came across a post. I could sell my soul to the Devil for wishes. Dozens of people had posted, claiming they had done the same. I drank it in and shuddered when I saw how easy it was.

I just needed a steak and had to wait for dawn.

I stayed up all night. I filched a steak out of the refrigerator while my mother slept. I lit the small grill on the back patio of our apartment. When the first rays of dawn splashed on the horizon, I threw the steak on the grill. The meat sizzled.

“The Shining One, Son of the Morning,” I chanted in English, my tongue stumbling over the words. “I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me. The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that she may beg three favors from you!”

The smoke curled into the air. I waited, looking at the rising sun, hoping something would happen.

“Hello, Yoshida-san,” a voice said behind me in Japanese.

I gasped and whirled. A man dressed in a black kimono stared at me, a friendly smile across his shadowed face. I trembled before the Devil. He was a powerful kami, a divine spirit radiating a nimbus of light. I fell to my knees, bowing in reverence before the being I had conjured.

“What wishes can I grant you, Yoshida-san?” he asked. For a foreign spirit, he spoke flawless Japanese.

“I have only one wish, Devil-sama,” I said, looking up at him. “If I write the name of a person in my notebook, I want them to die. Like in the anime Death Note. Grant me that wish, and my soul is yours.”

I would have my vengeance on Kaori and her bullies. They would all pay for what they did.

“Only one wish?” he asked. “Are you sure?”

“There is nothing else I need but Justice,” I hissed. “I will bring it to the world. With my pen, I will right all the wrongs.”

“I can grant this wish with one addendum.”

I frowned. “What?”

“There are two people your power will not touch: Mark and Mary Glassner.”

I had a vague recollection of some new cult in America worshiping the Living Gods. “Fine. I do not care about them. I only care about”—my revenge on those terrible bullies—“bringing Justice to my college.”

A smile crossed the Devil’s lips.

“Then we have a Pact.” Scarlet light flashed, and a contract appeared, yellow smoke curling away from the swaying paper. I wrinkled my nose at the rotten scent. “Read it over, then sign at the bottom.”

“Sign with what,” I asked, taking the contract.

He produced a pen and pricked my thumb. A contract signed in my own blood. Just like making a deal with a shinigami. I looked over the paper, reading the kanji. It was a straightforward contract. There were no hidden loopholes. My soul delivered to the Devil upon my death. I signed my name in sweeping, crimson calligraphy at the bottom.

The Devil signed his.

Then he vanished into the shadows.

I smiled, standing up. I felt so free. My soul was his. I didn’t need to worry about maintaining a cosmic balance; I knew my fate. I pulled out a notebook and a red pen. I wrote all but the last character of Kaori, Hana, and Yumi’s names into my notebook. Once I wrote their final character, they would die.

But not yet. I wanted them to know my anger first.

I wasn’t scared as I walked to school when the time came. I strolled with confidence. Justice would be delivered today. My back was straight as I marched into my college, passing through the front gates with the other students. Though I hadn’t slept, I felt energized. I no longer had any fear. I had changed today. The Devil had made me into a new woman.

The embodiment of justice.

“Well there’s my favorite lily,” Hana laughed as I marched in. I didn’t mind her insult as the other girls giggled around me. “I can smell their sweet scent on you. Have you been sniffing many lilies lately?”

The scent of lilies was slang for a lesbian. I stared at Hana. “I curse you with the shinigami’s baleful gaze. He will strike you down within the hour for the torment you heaped upon me.”

Hana threw back her head and laughed hard. “Do you think I’m afraid of your little curse? How can I be afraid of you after the way you defiled yourself yesterday?” She whipped out her phone. “Look at the dyke.”

The video of my humiliation played. I didn’t care. I smiled at Hana, a deadly smirk, my notebook clutched to my breasts. Everyone laughed at me. The girls around me hurtled insults at me, jeering as they reveled in my delight.

They would all learn.

I slipped on my slippers and strode past them. I vanished into the bathroom.

“She’s going to go and cry,” Hana shouted as the doors closed behind me. “Maybe I should go in there and offer her my comfort. She enjoyed it yesterday. Look at Emi-tan savoring my friendship.”

I entered the last bathroom stall, sat on the Western-style toilet, and wrote the last character for Hana’s name.

The laughter turned to shrieks. Girls shouted and screamed. A shudder ran through me as I delivered retribution on the first of my tormentors. My nipples hardened, and a hot flush ran through my pussy. I clutched my notebook to my chest and left the stall.

I strode out of the bathroom, a wide smile on my lips. The girls all stared at me in horror. “She should have apologized to me,” I pronounced, not hiding my pleasure at Hana’s death. I swept my gaze around them. “Justice has been swift. All of you should apologize.”

The fifteen or so girls were all stammering their apologies when the teachers arrived. I had no fear. I was in the bathroom when Hana died. Sure, I’d cursed her, but people didn’t really die of those. Classes were disrupted while the paramedics wheeled off Hana’s body. My classmates all stared at me with a fearful edge in their eyes.

Justice had been delivered to one bully.

I sought out Yumi during lunch. Her back grew stiff when she saw me. “I don’t know how you killed Hana,” she hissed at me, pushing me against the locker. “But after school, I’m going to beat you into a pulp.”

“Was she your lover?” I loudly asked. “Would you like to join her?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me, whore?”

“I call upon the shinigami to put his gaze of Justice upon your foul face. You are cursed, Tanahashi Yumi. You will be dead if you don’t grovel and beg for my mercy.”

Yumi spat in my face. “And you’ll be dead after school.”

She strode down the hall, the other girls giving me fearful looks.

I smiled at them. “I’m hungry. Who’s going to buy me lunch?”

“I… I will,” a fearful, trembling girl named Ayane said, her hands smoothing her gray skirt over and over. “I… I’ve always been nice to you, Emi-sama.”

Sama. The honorific that meant Lord. I savored the respect true Justice brought.

I put my arm around her shoulders. “You have,” I whispered. “Come with me, and you can show me how nice you really can be.”

Ayane trembled like a fawn as I led her into the restroom. My panties were soaked. Dispensing justice was… intoxicating. She didn’t resist as I led her into the stall. I stroked her face, cupping her beauty, then I leaned in and gave her the sweetest kiss on the lips. For a moment, she froze. Displeasure surged through me. My fingers tightened on her face, then she kissed me back, her tongue flicking.

It was intoxicating to feel her submission. My power swelled. I wasn’t helpless any longer. This intoxicating delight rippled through me. I broke the kiss, watching her blush and squirm. My pussy clenched.

I reached beneath my skirt. I hooked the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. Ayane shuddered as my teal-stripped underwear appeared. I stepped out of them, my musk spilling through the air.

I sat on the toilet and spread my legs. “Show me, Ayane-tan. Prove that you’re not like Hana and Yumi.”

She swallowed. “I’m not!”

She fell to her knees. The cute thing trembled as she pushed my skirt up my thighs, exposing my black-furred muff. She licked her dry lips and then lowered her face down to my pussy. I groaned as she took her first lick through my labia.

The pleasure spilled through me. She took a long sweep through my folds, her tongue stirring delight through me. I squirmed and moaned, the toilet seat rattling beneath me. I shuddered and humped my face against her hungry tongue. She licked and lapped again.

I let out a moan as she showed me respect. Her eyes flashed up at me, glistening with fear. I shuddered, humping my pussy against her hungry mouth. The pleasure swelled quickly inside me. My orgasm built and built. Her tongue parted my labia, exploring my folds.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Love me.”

My head lolled back, the pleasure building in the depths of my pussy. My toes curled in my slippers. I moaned, my legs spasming. Her tongue grew bolder, swiping with more force through my folds. Then she plunged her tongue into my cunt’s depths.

I seized her black hair, gripping her as she swirled her tongue through my deflowered pussy. I wasn’t innocent any longer. I shuddered and gasped. I squeezed my thighs around her face. I gripped her and ground against her. I humped against her hungry mouth, loving how she pleased me.

“Mmm, you’re doing good,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, please me, Ayane-tan.”

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she moaned into my snatch.

Her lips found my aching clit, sucking it between her lips. I gasped and bucked. Pleasure surged through me. It was incredible. Such a wonderful delight to feel this nubile girl worshiping me. She submitted to me. She feasted on me, unleashing all her dirty lusts on me.

I trembled and groaned. My heart pounded in my chest. My head tossed back and forth as her tongue darted around my clit. Then she nibbled on it again. My orgasm came closer and closer to erupting.

“You are so wonderful, Ayane-tan,” I purred. “If you always love me, you will never have to fear my justice.”

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she moaned. Then she licked harder, eager to please me.

I gripped her hair, bucking my hips as the heat swelled. I spasmed on the toilet. Her tongue brushed my clit. She nibbled on my labia. I gripped her hair in an iron grip as she pleased me. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me.

My toes curled.

Her lips sucked on my clit again. Sparks burst through my pussy. I threw back my head and came. My orgasm rippled out of my cunt. My juices gushed into her hungry mouth while stars burst across my vision.

“Ayane-tan!” I gasped, my voice echoing through the bathroom. My thighs squeezed about her head as my pleasure burst through my body. “Yes, yes! Your worship is so pleasing!”

She kept licking me, stimulating me. The rapture burned through me. I groaned, tossing my head from side to side. I whimpered, the toilet seat groaning beneath me. My toes curled in my slippers as my rapture peaked.

Then I collapsed back against the toilet. I released her hair. Ayane leaned back, licking her lips. Her mouth and chin glistened with my pussy juices. She stared up at me, trembling, her dusky-olive cheeks flushed.

“Was that enough, Emi-sama?” she whimpered. “Or, do you need more… satisfaction?”

I smiled at her. “Go and buy me lunch. I’ll be there shortly.”

She nodded and licked her lips.

“And do not clean your face. I want you to be adorned with the scent of lilies.”

Her cheeks darkened. “Yes, Emi-sama.”

The moment she was out of the stall, I yanked my notebook from my bag and completed Yumi’s name. I shuddered, squeezing my thighs together as another orgasm trembled through me. Waves of ecstasy rippled through me.

Stars burst across my vision.

Justice had been delivered once again.

There was panic in the cafeteria when I strode out of the restroom. Yumi lay in the middle, staring up in sightless horror. My gaze swept the cafeteria and landed on Kaori. Her face paled and she trembled at her seat. The other girls all stared at me in fear. Then they all faced Kaori. A deathly silence descended. Tension built in the air.

“Please, Yoshida-san,” Kaori gasped, rushing to me. She fell to her knees and bowed so low she pressed her face to the floor at my feet. “Please, spare me your curse. I am humbly sorry for my actions and any harm they may have caused you.”

The teachers arrived, calling for help, panic in their voices. Two students dead in one day.

“I’ll do anything for restitution,” sobbed Kaori. “I’ll give you money.”

I leaned down, pulling up her bleached-blonde hair so I could look into her tear-stained face. “You need to come to my house and bring that strap-on. You are my toy now. You must work off all the mean things you have done to me. Only then will Justice spare you.”

“Of course,” she sobbed.

The college’s staff sent us home. Kaori trailed after me.

I wasn’t going to be gentle. My mother wasn’t going to be home for hours. My pussy dripped with anticipation. Kaori trembled as she followed me into the house. I savored her fear. Justice was so sweet to deliver.

“Strip, worm,” I ordered once we were inside.

She didn’t argue or complain. Her hands yanked off her red tie, throwing it to the floor. Her fingers fumbled with haste to undo her blouse. She slipped it off, her round breasts clad in a lacy, pink bra. She reached behind her, unclasped it, and dropped it to the floor. Her nipples were soft, a darker shade of olive-brown than her tits.

My hand shot out and pinched her nipple hard, my fingernails digging into her small nub.

“Please, Emi-sama,” she moaned, her knees buckling as I abused her nipple. I twisted it, watching the pain flash across her face.

“Did I tell you to stop stripping?”

“No,” Kaori sobbed, tears streaming down her face as I pinched hard.

Her hands found the zipper to her skirt. It rasped. Then she shoved her gray skirt down her thighs to puddle to the floor. Next, she rolled down her slutty, pink panties, exposing her shaved pussy. The memory of that hot, disgusting cunt on my face burned through my mind.

Kaori had defiled me.

“Undress me,” I commanded, releasing her nipple.

“Yes, Emi-sama.” Her hands shook as she undressed me. Her touch was light and gentle. She carefully folded my clothes, setting them on the couch with reverence. She knelt to remove my panties, her eyes locked on my pussy. She pulled down my underwear, exposing my bush, my musk filling the air with my excitement.

I loved it.

“Follow,” I ordered once I was naked. I whirled around and strode to the bathroom.

Her feet padded after me.

“What are you going to do, Emi-sama?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Kneel in the tub,” I commanded, pointing and snapping my fingers.

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she said, tears beading in her eyes. She stepped into the tub and knelt on the floor.

My pussy itched. I stepped in after her and grabbed her bleached-blonde hair. I pulled her face tight against my pussy. I shuddered as I ground my hot flesh against her lips. Her tongue dipped into my folds, licking me. She didn’t hesitate to eat my cunt.

Delight trickled through me as she licked my cunt now. She feasted on me, licking with a desperate hunger to please me. She stared up at me with her tear-filled eyes. I trembled and shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me. It was wonderful that she was degrading herself to please me.

But it wasn’t enough. She needed to be really soiled.

“If you resist, I will curse you, worm,” I hissed, gripping her hair to hold her face tight against my pussy.

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she whimpered into my cunt. “I understand.”

I relaxed my bladder.

My piss streamed into her mouth. She gasped in surprise, choking and spluttering. I felt the heat of my pee splash against my inner thighs, some spilling over her face. I shuddered as the yellow ran down her features. I drenched her in my filth.

I groaned as I degraded her, my pussy growing hotter with every moment. I had drunk glass after glass of water in preparation for this moment. I savored it. My hands clenched tight. My fingers flexed and relaxed. This wild, dizzying rush shot through me as my heart hammered in my chest.

“Drink it down!” I snarled.” You love my piss! That’s what you are. My piss-whore.”

Kaori didn’t answer, but she swallowed. Her fear of my righteous Justice made her drink my piss down like it was ambrosia. I loved the sound of her gulping down my urine. It was such a sweet delight to listen to.

I humped my hips as she gulped down the last of my pee. I strained to squirt out a few more spurts into her mouth. I shuddered at the rush as I heard her swallow the last of it. A dizzying rush went through me.

Then Kaori kept sucking and licking my twat.

“Yes, yes, clean my pussy, cunt!” I snarled as she feasted on me. “Lick it up! Your tongue is now my toilet paper.”

She moaned and lapped at my folds. The pleasure swirled through me as she caressed my labia. Her tongue explored through my petals, cleaning me. Dizzying bliss swept through my body. Little stars burst before my eyes.

I leaned against the shower, my orgasm swelling. I closed my eyes and let her tongue carry me away. She thrust it into me. She swirled it around inside my cunt, teasing me. My pussy was on fire from peeing on her.

From dispensing Justice.

“That’s it!” I moaned, my voice echoing through the tiled bathroom. “Apologize with your mouth. This will be your life. So long as you please me, the curse shall not strike you down.”

“Yes, Emi-sama,” she panted, her mouth latching on my clit.

Pleasure sparked through me.

“Oh, yes! Stir me up!”

She sucked and nursed. My pleasure swelled, my orgasm growing. Her tongue brushed my clit between her hard sucks. My eyes fluttered as the rapture burst through my body. I threw back my head as my climax shot through me.

I moaned loudly as the pleasure rippled out of my cunt. My pussy juices into her hungry mouth. Her hands squeezed my ass, pulling my pussy tighter, making sure I experienced as much pleasure as I could.

Stars burst across my eyes. I whimpered and groaned. My mind melted from the bliss. It was incredible. She lapped up my juices. She teased me, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through my body. My pleasure peaked.

Died.

I panted when my orgasm passed. I pushed her face away from my twat.

“Did I please you?” she asked, trembling in the tub. I smiled, seeing my piss staining her tits.

“Fetch your strap-on.” I smiled. “You still have a lot to apologize for.”

“Yes, Emi-sama!” she cried as she bolted from the tub.

She raced out of there, bursting through the bathroom door. I stepped out of the tub. She rushed back in and fell to her knees before me, holding the monstrous dildo she fucked me with attached to the black harness.

She didn’t even have to be told. She held it up for me to step in. she drew it up my legs and strapped it about my waist. She adjusted it, pressing it on my clit. I could feel the fear in her, the desperation to please me.

I savored it.

She knelt down before me, bending over. She thrust her whorish ass at me, her shaved pussy on display. She dripped with juices. Like me, it turned her on to be dominated. The degradation and humiliation had made her into a nasty whore. I gazed at her dirty pussy then my eyes slid higher.

I rammed the dildo into her asshole.

Without lube, it hurt her.

Her cries of pain were music to my ear as they echoed through the bathroom. I drank them in as I thrust forward. She sobbed and gasped, crying for mercy as I pounded her dry bowels. Every time I thrust into her, the dildo pressed on the edge of my clit. The pleasure swelled through me, her cries as sweet as the pressure on my clit.

I fucked her harder and harder, my fingernails biting into her hips as I pounded her. Kaori’s blonde hair flew about as her body shook in pain. I took my Justice out of her body as my orgasm raced through my body.

And I kept fucking her. I came and came, raking my fingernails down her back.

When I pulled the dildo out of her, she sobbed in a ball on the floor.

“Now you have tasted Justice,” I smiled. “Every day, you’ll get to taste it. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“Y-yes, Emi-sama,” she sobbed.

* * *

Friday, February 7th, 2014

The sound of breaking glass stirred me from my sleep.

I sat up in my bed, Ayane and Chisato on either side of me. They were two of my favorite slaves. The people of Osaka had quickly learned that my justice was to be obeyed. I found the names of every politician, reporter, and police officer in the area thanks to some digging on the internet. I killed the most prominent and boldest of them as a lesson. After that, everyone else learned to keep quiet and let me dish out my Justice, or they would face it themselves.

The Wormwood Plague had made things even easier, killing a third of the men across Japan and throwing the nation into chaos.

The world had grown so strange since I gained my powers last fall. I remember watching Brandon Fitzsimmons almost take over America in the span of a weekend only to be undone by the Living Gods. Mark and Mary Glassner. The two beings I couldn’t kill. But they were in America. They were hardly a threat to my rule here in Osaka.

Not like the Samurai.

I needed to learn the real name of the Samurai that was taking over central and northern Japan. He had far more power than I did. If he encroached further south, I would have to be ready to dispense my Justice upon him.

I strained my ears, listening for more sounds that disturbed my sleep.

“Kaori,” I said. “Did you hear the sound of breaking glass?”

The slave stirred, uncurling from a ball at the foot of my bed. She was shaved bald, her nipples and clit pierced—that had been so much fun hearing her scream in agony—and her body was stripped with fresh cane marks.

Ayane had been quite enthusiastic last night when she beat Kaori. Ayane wanted to keep pleasing me. My slaves knew if they didn’t keep pleasing me, the curse would fall on them. Ayane was a favorite, and I would hate to have to kill her like I did Mother.

“I didn’t, Emi-sama,” Kaori answered, trembling in fear as she cowered like a dog.

“Go check with the guards.” I had plenty of guards protecting my large house—it used to belong to the Mayor. Many of my guards were former cops who now served true Justice to avoid receiving its punishment.

Kaori padded to the bedroom door. As she reached for the knob, the door burst open. It slammed into my slave and threw her to the ground. Men charged in dressed in black camouflage, weapons pointed around the room. My hand shot out for my notebook.

“I will curse you,” I screamed. “If you lay one finger on me, you and all your loved ones shall perish. You would not be the first cops to fall victim to my Justice.”

The man laughed and said something in English. Fear clutched my heart. These weren’t Japanese police, but towering foreigners. I had no idea what their names were. My slaves all cried out in fear as the soldiers cuffed them.

A pair of strong hands seized me and slammed me to the floor. A boot pressed on the back of my neck.

“Who sent you?” I screamed in English, my legs thrashing. “Was it Omura? Does that spineless politician think he can attack me without consequences?”

A woman strode in, her skin dusky-brown. “The Living Gods sent us,” the woman purred. She looked vaguely familiar. Was she the Hispanic slut who served Mark Glassner? “You are the Warlock Emi Yoshida?”

I spat as I struggled to get up. But the foreigners were too strong.

The woman knelt down and pulled out a perfume bottle from her pocket. She sprayed me in the face and… It smelled so lovely. I wanted to cooperate. I wanted to do whatever this nice lady told me to do.

She grinned. “Are you Emi Yoshida?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“And did you make a Pact with the Devil? If so, what did you wish for?”

“I did,” I proudly announced. “I wished for the power to bring Justice.”

“How?”

“If I write someone’s name down in my notebook, they die.”

“What a vicious thing you are,” the woman said. “What do you think, Sergeant Millner?”

“I think we should put a bullet in her head, Desiree.”

Desiree nodded. “Emi Yoshida, I condemn you to death for violating the First Commandment of the Theocracy: You shall not make Pacts with Demons.”

“I brought Justice,” I protested.

A gun cracked.

Then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

The darkness gave way to fire.

I screamed as I burned before the Devil, connected to him by a fiery chain. One thought stayed in my mind as agony consumed me—Justice was worth this pain. If I was strong, I would one day dispense it again. That cunt who killed me, and her false gods, Mark and Mary, would face true Justice.

I howled out my devotion to my princples, ringing louder than all the pitiful moans of the damned.

A single voice answered mine. A man. Another lover of Justice—Brandon Fitzsimmons.

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