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Theta kicked her legs up towards the mottled orange and purple sky. Her head rested atop her backpack, her face was buried inside a book, and there was not a single soul around to disturb the peace - pure bliss.
She hadn’t a clue how much time had passed since she’d snuck into this private space, but the fact she’d managed to remain there for such a long time was a testament to how good of a hideaway it was. She’d have to come here tomorrow. It was a little tricky to navigate to - you had to use the planters by one of the entrances to the western cloister to climb onto the archways, hop onto the roof, and make your way to the square parapets, but once you were settled and comfortable inside the roof it was all but impossible for someone to detect you.
A sensation brushed against her consciousness.
Well, almost impossible.
The sensation touched her once more, and as the increasingly tangible fingers of someone else’s mind scraped against her own she recognised the presence. She could’ve easily shut down the connection, but she allowed the presence to slide up against hers. There it was - contact.
The other person did not say a word, but the increasing tones of frustration made it apparent they were making their way towards her. Eventually she could hear laboured breath, the clattering of tiles under heels, and not too long after an incredulous face popped over the parapet - cheeks ruddy and plastered with sweat and hair.
“Theta,” Koschei seethed.
“Koschei,” she replied with a smile, kicking her legs idly once more into the dusky sky.
With a measured swipe of her hand, Koschei brushed the long black hair from her eyes and straightened herself.
“I’ll have you know half of the faculty are looking for you. You’ve been gone the entire day, I hope you’re aware,” she said sternly.
Theta regarded her for a few moments, then ducked her head back into her book.
“Good.”
Koschei spluttered, “Good!? None of this is good! Theta your record -”
“Since when did you ever care about my academic record, hm? I thought you’d be happy I wasn’t around to show you up in class. Besides, I’m sure your concern right now has less to do with me and more to do with that shiny badge on your collar.”
Koschei glanced down at the prefect badge affixed to her uniform.
“It’s a mark of recognition,” she sniffled, “And as prefect you’re currently undermining my authority.”
Theta dropped her book onto her head. “Ooooh ho ho ho, your authority. Since when did you get so boring? You know what? I’m going to stay up here even longer just to piss you off.”
Koschei’s brow furrowed. “Theta, get down here - now.”
Theta pretended to be asleep, accompanied with dramatically loud snoring.
“Fine, then I’m sure you won’t mind me broadcasting your whereabouts to the entire faculty. I’d love to see you talk your way out of this one.”
Koschei turned away and slid down the roof. Theta jumped up and immediately followed after her.
“It was just a joke! A joke between two best friends!” she said.
“We won’t be friends for much longer if you keep getting me in trouble like this,” Koschei ranted, “You’re my dormmate, not to mention everyone knows we’re friends. Your behaviour reflects badly on me and I’m expected to be the one to reign it in. It’s hardly fair.”
Koschei tentatively found footing on solid ground after dropping from the archway, she lifted a hand out for Theta to take hold.
“And why should I be expected to behave just to save your skin?” Theta retorted - as Koschei’s arms wrapped around her waist and brought her down onto the pathway. “You’re the one who wants to be a prefect so badly, not me.”
With a scowl Koschei let her go and stormed ahead.
“Is it really so hard for you to fall in line? Sometimes it’s necessary to keep your head down and follow orders - it’s the least you could do for me,” Koschei said.
Theta hurried after her.
“You want me to be quiet and obedient, and if you knew me you’d know I’m neither of those things.”
“I’m not saying you have to be obedient all the time - just while it matters!”
“Well I don’t think any of this matters.”
Koschei reached their front door and threw her a filthy look. “Is that so? I suppose if nothing matters then you won’t mind spending the night sleeping outside.”
Before she could get a single word in, Koschei slammed the door shut.
Theta tried the handle several times, to no avail.
“Koschei -” she said.
“I’m not letting you in until you start listening to me,” Koschei retorted.
Theta tried the handle with considerably more force.
“This is ridiculous!”
“That doesn’t sound like repentance to me.”
Annoyed, Theta began to slam her fist onto the door. Bang bang bang.
“Koschei, let me in!” she yelled.
“Unruly as ever!” Koschei shouted back, “Find yourself a good blanket while you’re out there, won’t you?”
Their voices rose in increasing tones, and Theta realised they were beginning to have an audience. Indeed, several heads began to poke their way out of their quarters, and the more commotion they caused, the larger the spectacle they created. ‘This is bad,’ Theta thought to herself, ‘We’ll catch the attention of one of the schoolmasters at this rate.’
She realised - with a heavy sense of frustration - that this was likely the reason why Koschei had locked her out.
With a deep sigh, she knocked on the door with considerably less gusto.
“Koschei - I - I’m sorry, please let me back in,” she grumbled, “I’ll start listening to you. I promise.”
After a few seconds in which Theta presumed she was preening with smugness, the latch to their door released, and she quickly stepped inside.
Koschei was already on the other side of the room, fiddling with a trunk of her belongings.
“That was a dirty trick, even for you,” Theta jibed. She kicked off her shoes and flung herself onto her bed. Once comfortable, she pulled out the book she had been reading for most of the day - a contraband Earth novel - one with dragons and princesses and knights. She was roughly four-fifths through the novel, and was keen to get this one wrapped up so she could move onto the next.
Her teachers would call it airy nonsense drivel, Koschei would call it infantile ramblings from an inferior species, she called it wonderful. An imaginary world, and she could envision every nook and cranny of it - how amazing was that? Even if it was something beneath her people, there was no harm in being curious. Curiosity often led to many a wonderful discovery.
She settled the book beneath her and rested her chin atop her palm. She kicked her legs into the air once more. Koschei watched her with an air of irritation.
“Stop floundering around like that, it’s distracting,” Koschei complained.
“No. It helps me focus.”
Koschei walked over to the foot of her bed.
“You agreed outside that you’d start listening to me.”
Theta scoffed, “You won that battle, you don’t get to win the war.”
A moment of silence followed, then suddenly - quick as a flash - Koschei snatched up her ankles.
“What are you -”
She had little time to respond before Koschei dragged her across the bed and bent her over the edge of it.
“Oi!”
Just as soon as she had opened her mouth Koschei pinned her wrists to the bed with a density block (the very same thing she’d used to “accidentally” block the door to the faculty lounge only a few weeks earlier). The object was so heavy she couldn’t move an inch.
“Oh, oh very funny. I see,” Theta said, “What now? Are you going to lecture me to death?”
Koschei laughed somewhere out of view.
“Nothing quite so morbid I assure you.”
She startled at the feel of Koschei’s warm hands gripping the hem of her robes and dragging the fabric up to bunch at her hips. She was keenly aware her bloomers were on view, her cheeks filled with heat.
“This is incredibly uncouth,” she flushed, “You’ll get that prefect badge taken off you for being such an ostentatious pervert.”
“I’m not a pervert!” Koschei bit back with an air of panic, “I’m giving you some old fashioned discipline!”
“You’re going to spank me!?” Theta snorted, “You are a pervert!”
“Not spanking,” Koschei said, sounding very miffed. “They say this is a punishment that was banned a few centuries prior. They call it the cane.”
Something long and thin brushed by her thighs. Koschei slapped the object against her skin.
“Did they ban it because it made them look like a bunch of perverts?”
“You - !” Koschei inhaled and exhaled deeply. “I’m going to hit you with this a set number of times. If you apologise and promise to me you’ll behave better, I can stop the punishment prematurely. Make sense?”
“Or you could just let me go.”
“Then you’ll have learnt absolutely nothing,” Koschei said.
Was this really happening? She knew Koschei could be a bit of a control freak, but she didn’t think she’d take it to such extremes. This entire prefect thing was messing with her head. She missed the times where they’d skip class and run through the fields laughing and holding hands. Things were easier then, when they were both kids, it was only when they got older that things got more complicated.
Complicated indeed, half of the time she could barely grasp what Koschei was thinking. Sometimes she looked at her as if she loathed her, other times? Well… The dark in her eyes sunk so deep she was scared she’d fall in and never return.
Silly Koschei. Silly infuriating beautiful Koschei.
A sharp swish cut through the air and suddenly she was beset with blinding pain. She cried out and trembled against the bed.
“S-sorry! I was too forceful that time,” Koschei panicked, “Are you okay?”
Through gritted teeth Theta yelled back, “If I regenerate by the time they find my corpse I’m dobbing you in!”
“Sorry, I’ve never done this before.”
“Not reassuring at all!”
The cane slapped lightly against her thighs.
“No reaction,” Koschei mused, “Too light.”
“Ow.”
“Too late.”
The cane hit her once more, it had a slight sting, but wasn’t especially painful. Koschei didn’t seem particularly impressed by it.
Another swish cut through the air, a stinging pain ached through her buttocks and she grunted.
“Hm,” Koschei said, “I think that sounds right.”
Theta did not think it sounded right.
“I’m going to give you 20 lashes. The punishment will end earlier if you request it.”
“I request it,” Theta said immediately.
“Are you sorry?”
Theta wrinkled her nose - give away her pride so easily? Absolutely not. She didn’t say a word.
“Fine,” Koschei replied with an air of poorly concealed excitement, “Well, count if you must.”
The cane whipped through the air and landed upon her arse.
One.
A little painful, but not too difficult. Twenty would be easy, no problem at all.
Two.
Easy as. Yeah, she could handle this.
Three.
That one had a lingering sting, but again, easy. She could fall asleep at this rate.
Four.
Ouch, that one landed on the same spot. No problem though. Still manageable.
Five.
Hm. Ow.
Six.
Ow! She couldn’t help shuddering in pain. She knew the more reactive she was, the more it would amuse Koschei. Petulant little sadist. She gritted her teeth and prepared herself for the next blow.
Seven.
This time the cane landed on her upper thighs, upon her bare skin, and the change in sensation took her by surprise.
“Ah!” she gasped - toes curling in pain. Koschei tried to smother down a giggle, so she was enjoying it!
Eight.
Another on her thighs. She was becoming increasingly aware of a different kind of pain - an aching deep heat that spread across her buttocks and thighs.
Nine.
She must look red down there, all mottled and angry. She wondered if Koschei liked the look of it. She wondered why that made her stomach tie into exhilarating knots.
Ten.
It hurt. It hurt badly, but somewhere in the back of her mind she realised there was a strange sickly kind of thrill in it. It didn’t feel good per se, it made her feel vulnerable, and in danger, and it was those things that made her feel very good.
Eleven.
The pain was blinding, she hadn’t even noticed she had started gasping each time the blows hit her. It ached and it burned and it made her head so foggy she couldn’t see sense - maybe that was the reason why her cunt was starting to clench.
Twelve.
She could apologise, she could apologise and obey right there and then and it would all be over. It would be so easy. If Koschei hit her again she was certain she would descend into madness.
Regardless, the stubborn part of her dug their heels in. No, no no no. She would not give in to Koschei’s whims. It set a terrible precedent. She could be strong, she could get through this.
Thirteen.
The blow hit her on the thighs, and the vibration fed straight through to her sensitive cunt. Shit. Shit shit shit. She could handle the pain, sure, but this? She felt herself throb. She felt herself leak. The radiating pain made its way between her legs and she almost groaned out loud.
Fourteen.
Her body shook and her eyes blew wide. The pain was only getting worse, her arousal was only getting worse. She could feel more slick dripping from her sex. Koschei would start to notice, she’d see it through her underwear. How would she explain that? How could she explain how stupidly turned on she was? She wanted to scream, she rubbed her thighs together and luxuriated in the pain.
Fifteen.
She moaned - an honest to god unmistakable moan. Koschei froze solid. Oh no.
Nothing happened for the next minute, and she was too mortified to turn her head to see what Koschei was doing. Heat burned in her cheeks, and in her ass. A wayward thought wondered if she’d bruise, another wayward thought said it didn’t mind - it would be a reminder of what Koschei had done to her. She felt herself leak even more.
This was a mess.
She startled at the feel of the cane brushing against her hips. Suddenly the tip of it hooked beneath the waistband of her bloomers, and peeled the garment down. Cool air hit the wet sticky heat between her legs. She tried to press her thighs together to hide the sight from Koschei - but it only served to spread more of that incriminating slick across her skin.
Koschei inhaled sharply, Theta groaned.
“Another five,” Koschei announced in a gravelly voice. “Another five to get through, unless you want to submit?”
Theta shook her head, too afraid of saying a single word out loud.
Koschei hummed, another blow followed shortly after.
Sixteen.
The cane slapped wetly across her thighs and the sound was nothing short of obscene. It stung, it burned, she cried out. Koschei struggled to take a measured breath.
Seventeen.
The pain was beyond anything she had ever experienced before. It burned to the point of being bone deep, it matured and wrenched. She felt herself become delirious, it was agony, all of it, pure agony. She wanted Koschei to slide her fingers between her legs -
Eighteen.
“Wait,” Theta wailed, “Wait, stop.”
“Yes?” Koschei sang. Her voice was trembling with excitement.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll behave myself, I’ll listen to you,” she said.
“Mmm. So you’re saying you’ll obey me?”
The rebellious part of her kicked and screamed inside her head. It was quickly silenced by the other parts of her, who very much wanted the pain to stop and were so horny they could scarcely function.
“I’ll obey you Koschei, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Koschei seemed to vibrate on the spot.
“You can be a good girl when you want to Theta,” she purred. The cane raked torturously across her raw thighs. “This could be a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
The tip of the cane stopped for just a second, then slid between the damp folds of her cunt. Theta all but sobbed.
Koschei sank to her knees and pressed a gentle hand against her blemishes. She seemed to trace the outline of each welt across her skin with the slight scrape of her fingernail.
“Look at you, all red and pretty,” she whispered, “All for me, all mine.”
So she was a pervert - and a sadist. Though considering she was the one with her pants down wet and aching she wasn’t quite what that made her.
Her chest ached as Koschei lovingly pressed kisses against her thighs. She had known for a long time she was in love with Koschei, but it was always a secret thing, something kept hidden behind closed doors. Over the years she had grown some hope that Koschei felt the same way, but the daggers of doubt still sat within her heart.
Did she love her? Or did she love the spectacle she made of her?
“You’re thinking, I can hear it,” Koschei said, “Clearly I haven’t done a good enough job if you’re still of sound mind.”
Theta wanted to give her a shirky reply, it was impossible to when Koschei’s thick tongue slid between the folds of her cunt.
She bucked and saw stars, oh heavens and stars and planets and galaxies and constellations. Her tongue wormed its way to her clit and toyed with it, Theta cried out in excruciating pleasure. She explored around her sex, mapping the shape of it, dipping into the entrance to her body, lapping up her juices.
Koschei was right, she couldn’t think anymore. She could only lie there shaking with pleasure as Koschei had her way with her. She dragged her tongue from her clit to her opening and sat back, wiping at her chin with the sleeves of those long extravagant robes that seemed sacrilege to be stained with bodily fluids.
Her fingers slipped back in to twirl around her clit. Koschei breathed shakily.
“Tell me you’ll do whatever I say,” she gushed, “Tell me you’ll obey my every command.”
Theta lacked all sense to say no.
Face pressed into the duvet, she muffled out, “I’ll do whatever you say, I’ll obey you, whatever you want I’ll do it.”
“Tell me you’re mine, tell me I have the right to your body whenever I please.”
This was like giving her soul away to the devil. Koschei rubbed more insistently at her cunt and the ache in her belly twisted.
“I’m yours,” Theta babbled, “I’m yours, I’ve always been yours. You can have me whenever you want, you can do what you want to me.”
Koschei continued, “Tell me you’ll open your legs for me and let me fuck you whenever I desire, tell me you’ll be my on-demand whore.”
Well, that was certainly an abuse of prefect privileges.
“Yes, yes.”
“Good girl, oh Theta -”
The pressure on her wrists eased as the density block was shoved to the side. Koschei flipped her over and pinned her to the bed. She could feel the warmth of Koschei’s body pressed against hers, the smell of her, the gleeful expression on her face.
She grinned wolfishly like she wanted to eat her whole - was it wrong of her that it made her feel excited?
Slowly, slowly, she edged down her body, stopping just at the space between her legs. Her hot breath puffed against the sensitive skin of her pink cunt.
“Tell me you want me,” she said.
“I want you.” And it was the most truthful thing she had ever said in her life.
Koschei’s expression softened, then her hot mouth was upon her cunt once more.
She sucked, and she licked, and Theta’s legs trembled limp and helpless across her shoulders. She could feel a pressure inside of her growing, a thick tight knot of pleasure that only tugged and tugged and tugged the more Koschei played with her body. Koschei seemed to sense it, because she smiled, and suddenly two slender fingers wandered up to dance across the swollen lips of her sex. They paused at her entrance, faintly mapping out the shape of it before sinking into the depths of her body.
Theta threw her head back and gasped. Koschei - inside of her - and -
Koschei twisted her fingers and pressed into the heat of her insides. A throaty moan was ripped from her chest.
With a laugh Koschei resumed sucking on her clit, fingers jerking inside of her, and Theta could only lie there and cry out. She felt her entire body wind up, a mounting growing ache that absorbed all else - even the terrible pain in her backside. Sensing the impending end Koschei chuckled, and suddenly the fingers inside her were bucking at a blistering rate - filling the room with an obscene wet smacking sound.
Oh oh oh.
She arched her back and cried out - senses gone, bodily control gone - she could only simmer in the airy empty space of bliss, gushing into Koschei’s eager mouth. It was like the floor had given way and she was tumbling down to the ground. That strange flip-flopping feeling in the stomach as if one were weightless.
She hit the mattress. Her body returned to her boneless.
Koschei stood up and cleaned her mouth. She looked over her body as if she were examining fresh kill.
“I could make an obedient lackey out of you yet,” she chuckled.
“Only if you regularly eat me out,” Theta replied in a throaty voice.
Koschei disappeared to the bathroom, and promptly returned with a wad of tissue paper. She diligently cleaned up the fluids smeared across her legs, then flipped her over to examine her behind.
Her fingers again wandered across the blemishes of her skin. Theta craned her head to take a look, but all she could see was a blur of red.
“Those will probably bruise,” Koschei said, and she didn’t sound the least bit sorry.
“Well, let’s hope I’m never expected to get my bare arse out for the rest of the academy, hm?” Theta sat up, and the moment she placed weight onto her behind she immediately squeaked in pain.
“You probably won’t be able to sit right for a week,” Koschei added - with a distinct trace of glee.
Theta shot her a dirty look.
“You have something wrong with you.”
Koschei rolled her eyes.
“You enjoyed it just as much as I did, if there’s something wrong with me then there’s something wrong with you too.”
That was probably true.
Koschei sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“I’ll hold you to what you said you know?” she smirked, “I expect you to be at tomorrow’s lectures. I also won’t be hesitant to punish you again if you misbehave.”
What kind of monster had she unleashed? Theta scoffed at her and rested her head against Koschei’s shoulder.
Maybe tomorrow she would misbehave on purpose.