Thread: Slave to Twins (LadyYunaFFX2 & Kiroz's 1x1)

Elena Fleur Elena's fists clenched even when her hands were placed upon her back. It was incredibly uncomfortable but she kept the inward whimpers and frustrated screams within her head. When he finally began to work on her body, she had to bite quickly on her lower lip to keep from gasping aloud. Oh dear gods ... !! He hadn't been kidding. She'd known knowledge was power but Elena would never dare guess he could prove the words were accurate and able to be applied to him. Everything from his breath to his tongue and fingers all steadily - but eventually - worked their toll upon her body. Tears of mixed anger and humiliation fell silently down as her grip upon her lower lip tightened to keep from whimpering. No fucking way ... why?! Why is this getting me so wet?! Ahhhh .... !! She'd been so confident moments before that the temptation to reach an orgasm wouldn't even try to overwhelm her. But yet, here Elena was, ready to scream out and actually go over the edge. Before that could happen though, everything seemed to stop. The most of a noise she made was heavy breathes through her nose. And her focus had been on anything but the 'client' by then. So when the odd pair of panties were forced and locked upon her, a gasp couldn't help but leave her lips. ...Wait ... what ... ?? Her eyes glanced down and shaky hands pushed herself off and out of the position to a more comfortable angle. Her eyes scanned over the note and after she read everything, her hands seemed to tremble more - no doubt in anger. This had suddenly gone from a matter of blackmail to ... being owned?! No fucking fair! She hissed, not caring if the words got heard or not. I did everything .... why?! Why isn't this over? Without a second thought, she began to tear it all apart. But then, an idea came to Elena and she quickly stopped. ... The handwriting ... She murmured shakily. It'd take a while ... but if she could begin to work on figuring it out with calligraphy techniques, this would begin to lead her to the blackmailer and hopefully out of this mess. She swallowed softly and with a new slither of hope, folded it up. Thankfully, there had been another loophole. Elena allowed the cum to dry, as instructed. But afterwards, she then wiped it off, refusing to head to class with too many hints of what had just happened. The note said to let it dry, nothing was mentioned about leaving it there. She would take full advantage of any and every edge she still had. He doesn't fully control me yet ... nor will he ... She reassured herself, deftly putting her jeans, shirt, and bra all back on. Unfortunately, in her rush to get ready for the day, she'd forgotten a normal pair of panties. It was odd, feeling the chastity belt concealed on her skin under her clothes. But she tried to ignore the new sensation. Opening the front pocket of her backpack, Elena slipped the note in and then put the bag over her shoulders, grabbing her phone and sliding it into a jeans pocket. There was still at least an hour or two before the next class and she wouldn't let that time be wasted. Opening the door to the locker room open, she peeked outside first to ensure no one was around before leaving. And before anyone could try to question why she had come from the direction of the Men's Locker Room instead of the Women's, she began to head to her room. But she made a detour about half-way, recalling the last words on the note. I will be always watching ... On the off-chance that wasn't an idle threat either, she wouldn't be able to do much detective work there. So, she headed and soon arrived at what should be the next best location the school library. He may control many things .. but he can't have so much influence over the school. Can he? In fact, it made another theory come to her mind. Was this even another student? Given the male she'd just finished up with admitted to knowing him, it was more likely than not. Making sure she was alone, Elena pulled the note out and began to better study the writing, trying to determine the way it was written and even with what hand. If examined the proper way, such things could indeed been determined and figured out .. and that was her goal at the moment.