"Jess?!" Halle called and knocked on her daughter's door. Selina mimicked her, as did Kyodai. Melissa sat downstairs, kept there by the baleful stares of the other three.
Jess ignored them inside her room, covers thrown over her head and hands around her ears. She didn't want to see any of them. A single glimpse and she'd be a blubbering mess. Of that much she was certain. Even the sensation of her new, massive breasts squashed up against her torso by her knees did little to distract her. The knocks and calls persisted without fail, only pausing to make her phone vibrate repeatedly, or to loudly sigh in exasperation before inevitably returning to their attempts at rousing Jess from her hiding place. She shook her head and buried it deeper into her arms.
Kyodai stepped back with heavy breaths. Her eyes were puffy from unshed tears and her lips parted with exertion, while her hands hung in the air curled into fists she now deemed useless. Jess's parents continued pounding on the wooden barrier. Kyodai lowered her hands and glanced downstairs, recalling the other girl in the house. She licked her plump lips, steeled her jaw and walked down. Melissa was where they had left her; sat with her neck craned back and her legs propped up on the coffee table.
"Feet off the table," Kyodai snapped. Even she had the common sense to know that. Melissa reluctantly followed the command and looked to the princess, though clearly didn't care for her presence. Kyodai strode into the room and sat on a chair opposite the silent teen, without ever once breaking eye contact with her.
"You're going to tell me everything."
"I've nothing to tell you," Melissa huffed.
"Yes you do, Melissa," Kyodai's voice could have cut and froze steel all at once, "You called my girlfriend 'Mistress', when I distinctly recall you glaring at her and me from across the cafeteria Wednesday."
"You saw that, huh?" Melissa's lips turned into a slight smirk.
"She was acting off that day as well. Given your reputation, I know you said or did something to her. Not to mention that I'm well aware of your familial ties and that Jess was held back for detention, with an absurd amount of homework on top of that," Kyodai thinned her eyes, "Something only two people in the school can do."
"I've changed," Melissa waved the accusation off, "Mistress... Jess and I have reached an understanding. A deeper one than what she has with you, I'd bet." Regret registered moments later as she felt two hands wrap around her supple breasts. Fingers dug hard into the tender flesh and sent pain darting throughout Melissa's body.
"If I wanted to, Melissa," Kyodai whispered venomously into the girl's ear, "I could twist your tits off and cram them down your throat... But I won't," she released Melissa's breasts, "All I care about right now, is that you tell me what you did to Jess. Or what she did to you, I should say. You're pathetic now."
Melissa blushed indignantly, but kept her mouth shut for fear of the princess's wavering hands. She sighed and slumped into the couch with a meek nod. Kyodai returned to her seat and waited, eyes fixed on Melissa with an unyielding focus.
"Long story or short story?" Kyodai didn't answer, "Short it is then. I saw Mist... Jess's 'little' secret, blackmailed her into coming home with me to fuck her brains out. Did not go as planned," despite the glare facing her, Melissa couldn't help but smile joyfully, "And I wouldn't change a thing. I'll assume I don't have to explain what I mean to you?"
"No. But I need to confirm a few things, such as; did you take her virginity?"
"Sadly, no. My ass still hasn't closed up," Melissa gave a slight, uncomfortable shift of her hips to Kyodai's amusement, who then paused before speaking again;
"How was she?"
"Hmm?"
"How was she?" Kyodai reiterated bitterly.
Melissa didn't think. Even after her mistress had taken so thoroughly and open so many new doors to her, she wasn't one to let others walk all over her. Not unless Mistress willed it. Her thighs rubbed against one another at the thought of obeying her mistress. She took a deep breath and met Kyodai-Hime's eyes. Melissa fixed the princess of all futanari with a grin befitting a disobedient feline.
"Here's a funny story, Kyodai-Hime. I wanted you once. So, so badly. I would've bent over backwards to get you in my bed for just one night. And what did you do? Tossed me aside without even using me, like a toy you never wanted. It hurt," Melissa glared but quickly relaxed into a smile, "But I moved on. And I've gotta say, I'm glad you never even touched me. Because, thanks to you, I met someone so much better. Oh, and the ways my mistress, your girlfriend, took me..." Melissa's voice faded into a moan, her eyes closed as she struggled to restrain herself.
"She fucked me better than you ever could. It wasn't like I was with another person. She rutted me like an animal. I swear I can still feel her cock fucking my guts even now. You should see my ass cheeks, they're still red from where her hips slammed into them. Her balls swung so violently as well, they were like wrecking balls battering my poor clit. But it felt so, so good. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I can just imagine what else she'll do to me. Tie me up and fuck my throat? Pin me down and hatefuck my ass again? Cum in my womb after forcing me to overdose on fertility pills? It's..."
"Enough!" Kyodai snapped. Melissa shut her mouth instantly, "Thanks for cooperating. I don't have any more questions, just a command," Kyodai stood and walked to stand in front of Melissa.
The princess had her hands by her sides, limp, and her shoulders were relaxed, yet her eyes blazed with an electric, icy storm. The irises almost looked tumultuous, like an ocean in the face of an oncoming hurricane. Her voice couldn't have captivated the look more perfectly, "Never, for the rest of your life, show your face here again. You won't speak to Jess. You won't so much as look at her. Because if I find that you disobeyed me, I will have you locked up in my family's personal dungeon. You've heard about it, haven't you?"
Melissa nodded. Her heart palpitated rapidly against her ribs, each beat so powerful that she wondered when the bones would break. Her palms had gone sweaty as well. Cold shivers raced up and down her spine, as if trying to escape the princess's gaze but had nowhere to go. Melissa gulped; her throat felt like sandpaper. She couldn't summon any saliva. The sun shone brightly outside and streamed in through the windows, a beam of light on one of her hands, yet she couldn't feel it. She wanted to move and work some warmth or feeling back into her body, but she was frozen. Perfectly still save for the slow, shallow rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes remained fixed on the princess, unable to so much as blink.
"So we have an understanding?" Kyodai-Hime practically snarled, her lips curled in revulsion at the sight beneath her. Melissa barely managed to bob her head in confirmation. This wasn't like with Mistress. The command in her eyes and cold tone had sent her lower body alight with lust, but the princess's gaze -- so chilled and unmoving, like marble -- and her voice -- like a series of daggers dipped in a cobra's venom -- made Melissa want to vanish from existence.
Then it was gone. All of the hatred, the promise of ruin, and the disgust dissipated from Kyodai-Hime's face. Not a hint remained. Her radiant and benevolent smile reclaimed its place, as did the curious, yet attentive gleam in her eyes. No one would think she had been promising Melissa a lifetime of torture less than a second ago.
