Class was uninteresting as always. Though the faculty were told to behave like a college classroom, they were disinterested, more invested in spilling their woes to students of how they had new jobs waiting, but were pulled back to this 'shit-hole'. Principal Blake had at least put some effort into the rebranding, with a fresh coat of paint on the walls and second-hand desks in far better condition than the prior ones. That didn't excuse the poor technology, outdated by over a decade, and the abysmal student body. Like all the years before, they ignored anything going on and talked amongst themselves.
Carmen was silent. None of her new friends were in the same room, as such she busied herself with a book on archaeology she'd bought yesterday, researching the necessary majors and what it might entail. It could take some time for her to get any clout, but with her resources she'd manage something. Her foot bounced at the prospect of what her future might hold.
Seikogami existed since the dawn of man, perhaps longer, and must've left their touches across history. Professionals would look at her like a mental patient, but she'd prove herself beyond a doubt. While Ryuka's people were top priority, Earth and its creatures still held their own wealth of secrets. Carmen leaned back, idly recounting the book's contents in her mind, when heat raced across her flesh. Not excitement or embarrassment, but arousal.
Ryuka, she thought and looked for the Seikogami. It had to be her, pulling some trick out of her inane boredom, yet the goddess was nowhere in sight. Carmen's cock hardened, sliding from her underwear to graze her thigh. The dress code of a skirt remained in place at Saint Puella, leaving her secret vulnerable if anyone looked under her desk, however that hardly registered. Her cock should've been fully hard and still concealed by her skirt, at least while sitting, but it was swelling toward her knee. It couldn't have grown that much overnight.
Worry flashed through her mind as she sifted through her bag. Nothing. Just her plain notebooks, no sign of the familiar black cover. Had Rachel taken it? Were the past months just a ploy to help Gretchen? No, couldn't be. After everything... Carmen didn't pack anything away, or even grab her bag as she rushed from the classroom. The teacher offered a token threat of detention, but that didn't matter. She needed to find the book, or at least whoever had found it.
Her locker was locked shut. Even the insides, at a glance, looked untouched.
"Where is it?" Carmen panted, her body burning from arousal and fear. Then she heard the clicking of heels and the heat froze into icy shards digging into her flesh, though her cock stayed rigid. She kept her body to the locker, refusing to let Gretchen see her state.
"Must be hard living with that thing, huh?" Gretchen said and came to lean against the lockers, fake tits pronounced obnoxiously as always.
"It's none of your business," Carmen grunted, hiding the strange pleasure she got from eyeing the whore's chest.
"But it is. Everything about you is my business, slave."
"What did you call me?" Carmen wanted desperately to ignore the damn woman, but something about her made it impossible, more so than ever before. She whirled on Gretchen and stopped, realising her error with her cock pointing straight at the blonde, but that wasn't the reason her every muscle locked into place. In Gretchen's grotesquely manicured hands was the Futa Note. Shock passed in seconds and she snatched at it.
"Stop!" Gretchen shouted, darting back just in time. Carmen froze, still in mid-motion. Nothing responded to her thoughts.
"I can't believe it actually worked," Gretchen said and walked around her, hands leaving shuddering trails across Carmen's body, "I mean, I know the thing is real, but seeing it in action is something else."
How? Carmen wanted to speak, but even her lips refused to move. The question was obvious enough for even Gretchen to pick up on it.
"I found it in your locker. Thought it was some gross diary or something at first, then I found those rules and added my name to yours and Rachel's. Let me tell you something," Gretchen said and looked Carmen in the eye, a manic light radiating from her eyes and smile, "I'm looking forward to making you repay me for all the shit you've done. Oh, you want to speak? Alright then. Talk."
"You deserved it," Carmen spat, a glob of spit struck Gretchen's cheek, which she gathered up and licked from her fingers.
"What? You thought that'd get to me? I'm a slut. I've done everything imaginable with a smile on my face. And besides, you're the slave of a slut. How low do you think that makes you now?"
"Just get it over with," Carmen said.
"I will, but that'll take some time. You see, I don't want the money you have, or even to reverse what you did, because now you're like all the girls rolled into one. Plus, you've got a huge dick that I plan on abusing later. Long as I have you in my grasp, I'll have everything I could ever want," Gretchen elucidated and giggled, "Now, about paying me back. I think you eating me out is a good start."
As she said it, Gretchen pulled up her mini-skirt. It was barely enough to cover her ass implants, but now it revealed her lack of underwear and expert cunt. The difference between it and Rachel's was night and day, a testament to Gretchen's disgusting soul.
"On your knees," Gretchen said and Carmen's body obeyed, forcing her to kneel before the effigy of false beauty. The only thing natural was her pussy, and that had been abused to hell and back, "Get to work, dyke."
Carmen growled in her chest, even as her mouth moved in. Hatred swirled in chaotic spirals, lashing against the chains the Futa Note put around it, yet pleasure tainted the feeling. Each lap of her tongue on Gretchen's folds echoed in her cock, like it would when she pleasured Rachel, but it felt dirtier. Dredged in the tar of Gretchen's very existence. Her stomach turned, but she pressed deeper. Her hands screamed to punch and scratch, yet they held onto the bitch's thighs.
"Oh, I should've known you'd be good at this," Gretchen sighed, "It's about all a lesbian's good for. Though I guess you've got a dick too, so you're not entirely useless. Yet."
