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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa_-_All_Media_Types, Dangan_Ronpa:_Trigger_Happy_Havoc
  Relationship:
      Enoshima_Junko/Ikusaba_Mukuro, Enoshima_Junko/Naegi_Makoto, Ikusaba
      Mukuro/Naegi_Makoto
  Character:
      Enoshima_Junko, Ikusaba_Mukuro, Naegi_Makoto
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non-Consensual, Anal, Pegging, Strap-Ons, Incest, Sister/Sister
      Incest, Rough_Sex, Despair, Dom/sub, Despaircest, Forced_Sex, Bloodplay,
      I'm_Going_To_Hell_For_This, Bondage, Drugged_Sex, Degradation,
      Psychological_Trauma, Trigger_Warning_for_like..._a_lot_of_things, Anal
      tearing, Humiliation, Restraints, Blood, Emotional_Abuse, Brainwashing,
      Memory_Alteration, handjob, Cunnilingus, face_riding, covered_in_cum,
      suffocation, Insults, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-09 Words: 2743
****** Despair Sex Education ******
by VampireQueenDespair
Summary
     Junko drugs Makoto and Mukuro, which leads to physical, sexual and
     emotional torture. Specifically, anal rape with a strap-on, and
     that's just part of it. Major trigger warning. Seriously, look at
     those tags.
Makoto awoke groggily. He couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep, nor
could he remember how, or in fact any circumstances leading up to it. He felt
ill, his stomach queasy and his body in immense pain. His muscles felt taut and
strained, and it was with a foggy mind that he slowly realized he was standing,
bent over, and chained down. His eyes snapped open against their will, his
heavy lids lifted not by choice but by adrenaline. He was in a classroom, and
was chained down to a desk. His head was free, but beside it his hands had been
locked down, and his feet had been spread and chained to the floor. He was also
entirely naked. He tried to scream, but it came out harsh and scratchy, his
throat dry and unprepared for the outburst. A dim lamp illuminated him and not
much else, but he recognized the floors of Hope's Peak Academy's classrooms
easily.
Suddenly, the lights snapped on, blinding his sensitized eyes. He felt like he
had a hangover that had its own more sadistic hangover. As his eyes adjusted,
he realized he was not the only occupant, not the only captive, in the room.
Across from him, wearing as much clothing as he was, was Mukuro, sitting in a
chair, chained down as well. A steel band was around her neck, holding it to
the chair, as well as another one on the top of her head. Her arms were chained
akimbo to the floor, and her legs were spread wide open and her feet were
similarly chained, placing her shaved crotch on display. Her eyes were open,
and her face displayed only the slightest hint of shock at the sight before
her. Makoto averted his eyes.
"Naegi? Why are you here?" Mukuro said. Her voice, usually inexpressive,
displayed a shaken tone. His presence, and state, had unnerved her. In more
normal situations, seeing him in such a state of undress would be exciting.
However, considering their current situation, and the powerful drug cocktail
she could feel her body fighting off, she knew it would only get more
despairful.
"I don't know! I don't remember how I got here! What the hell is going on?"
Makoto could handle pressure. Hope's Peak was made of pressure, and that was
before the world began to fall apart. They had been living in the school for
several months now, as part of a plan to protect them from the outside world
and hopefully allow them to help lead it in rebuilding one day. He had actually
adapted well, and could be considered a vital part of preventing cabin fever
from setting in. It certainly didn't hurt that accompanying him were numerous
highly attractive people of both sexes, several of which seemed to outright be
exhibitionists. "Not appropriate for a school environment" was definitely one
way to describe Junko's standard attire. Still, the present situation was not
how he had ever imagined being naked in a room with Mukuro to go, and the
pressure of being in pain, ill, confused, bound and nude was a bit more than he
could handle all at the same time.
"I'm not sure. I think we were drugged." Half of Mukuro's statement was a lie.
She was entirely sure what, or rather who, had happened, although she also was
certain they were in fact drugged. Still, she didn't want Naegi to know how
much she knew, lest he hate her for her unique lifestyle.
"Oh yeah, totally unsure! I mean, who could possibly have drugged the Ultimate
Soldier and the Ultimate Lucky Student and done such a horrible thing to
them!?" A familiar sarcastic tone rang out from the doorway. "I mean seriously,
you're dumb, but you're not that dumb." The mocking tone of Junko Enoshima
continued to belittle Mukuro out of Naegi's sight.
"Junko? But why?" His brain was on fire, equally overloaded by the aftereffects
of the drugs as it was with the shock and confusion of the numerous revelations
in the last minute.
"Hmm, you're naked in a room, bound, and your biggest fangirl is naked and
bound in front of you able to watch you. I cannot possibly imagine the
possibilities!" Junko's voice still possessed the same qualities it always had,
but now there was a razor sharp cruel edge to it, the blade poisoned with
contempt. He shuttered at the implications of what she had said, and tried
desperately to crane his neck to look at his captor, but it was no use. Seeing
his failed attempt, she walked over in between the two captives, giving Makoto
the first look at her he had had since she entered the room. What he saw, he
couldn't quiet comprehend. In front of him stood Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate
Fashionista, naked except for a large strap-on dildo. The color of it was two-
tone, split down the middle black and white, and it was held on with a leather
harness. It appeared to be nearly a foot long and at least two and a half
inches wide. Despite the terror flooding his mind at the situation, his body
reacted to the two beautiful girls before him, embarrassing him further.
"Wow, did you see that Muku-chan? He tried to look away from you but damn, he's
just staring at me. Even your crush knows I'm the hotter sister!" Naegi didn't
know what to say. He was staring at Junko not out of lust, or at least not only
out of lust, but instead out of sheer shock, and had only averted his eyes
early from Mukuro out of respect. Her body was actually quiet fantastic to him,
but he felt she wouldn't want him to stare at her in such a state. Before he
could compose a reply, Mukuro spoke.
"Yes Junko, of course." The tone was accepting, although he couldn't see her
face. If he could, he would have seen the raging blush Junko's remarks had
created, and been even further confused by the situation.
"Now then, I'm sure you're both wondering why I have convened this meeting."
Junko' tone had changed wildly into that of an uncomfortably calm
schoolteacher. "It is quite simple, I'm going to teach you both an important
lesson on human relationships and anatomy." Makoto couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm going to fuck Naegi's asshole raw while you watch!" Junko once again had
changed her voice and personality, and was now practically screaming as if she
were a rock star on stage. Makoto's ass clenched at the words.
"What? No!" The reaction was instant, not built of reason or a thought out
reply. He could not believe what she had said. However, the model ignored his
words and took up position behind him, allowing him to see Mukuro again. He
felt her legs inches away from his own, and soon felt the silicon cock up
against his anus. He desperately struggled, trying to break free of the bonds
that held him down. He screamed, hoping against all odds someone would hear
him. He couldn't see the clock, and the windows were covered, so all he could
do was hope that it wasn't the middle of the night or that someone was in the
area. Meanwhile, Mukuro just obediently sat and watched as her little sister
prepared to rape Makoto in front of her. His screams of terror were soon
replaced by screams of pain as Junko's imitation phallus forced its way inside
him, causing tearing as his untrained behind took the massive cock. Tears
filled his eyes and poured onto the desk in front of him, soaking it in the
salty liquid. Junko continued violently thrusting into him, forcing the full
length into his body over and over, digging her perfect nails into his back and
clawing it up, tearing off flesh and covering it in blood.
Mukuro watched in horror, despair and lust as her first crush, the first person
she'd ever felt love for, was raped in front of her by the person she loved
completely and was willing to die for. Makoto screamed in pain, begged for
mercy, and pleases for her help. Part of her wanted to help him, to get him
away from Junko and to protect him, but even if she could have, she wouldn't,
because she was still loyal to her sister, her master. She felt disgusted with
herself as she watched the spectacle. Makoto was suffering purely because of
her. Junko was doing this purely to fill her with despair, and it was working
massively. Her cunt was beyond wet, leaving the chair and floor as soaked as
Naegi's desk or back. Watching her beloved sister torture and use the first
person to ever be kind to her filled her with a sick, perverse lust. The simple
fact she was so turned on by the sight multiplied her despair several times
over, which only turned her on more. She wanted to cum, to fully enjoy the
sight, but Junko had stripped her of that too. She could do nothing but watch
as her sister raped Naegi in front of her. Junko's tits bounced with every
thrust, her position sometimes bringing them into contact with the pool of
blood that his back had become. She watched them become bloodsoaked and longed
to clean them with her tongue, to touch both Makoto and Junko at the same time,
if indirectly. Her body shook with her lust, craving to be touched, to be used,
to be fucked, but all she could do was watch.
Makoto's screams slowly gave out, leaving only the sobs of Junko's grunts and
his quiet sobbing to fill the room. This bored Junko, so she decided to spice
it up a bit. "Goddamn Mukuro, look at you! You're a fucking mess! I know I'm
fucked up, but shit, you're soaking wet from watching this! You're so turned on
watching your little sister brutally rape your crush! Did you really think he
could ever love you?" She laughed a cruel laugh at her own remark, all the
while Makoto continued to sob. "I mean, if he ever knew just how much of a sick
fuck you are. Forget all the people you've killed, forget that you're partially
responsible for ending the world, that you kidnapped his sister, and hell that
you've been fucking your little sister for years, you're turned on by brutal
torture! He could never love someone like you!"
"Yes Junko. Of course not. You're right as always." Mukuro's voice was robotic,
but the blush covering her body showed Junko that her words had worked as
intended. Junko laughed.
"Holy shit, that really turned you on even more? I'm disappointed. You're so
fucking pathetic. Just a pathetic whore who I can use however I want." Junko
was relishing in this. She'd wanted to do this ever since she noticed Mukuro's
crush on Naegi. The despair she could create with this one act for her sister
was the best present she could ever get her.
"A pathetic whore for your usage? You're right. That's all I am." Mukuro's
submissiveness knew no ends. She'd willingly embrace death at the hands of her
sister, were Junko ever able to get the upper hand on her. Makoto's sobs had
subsided to quiet brokenness, and hearing the words exchanged between the two
sisters had only intensified his despair. Junko nonetheless continued her
assault on him, only now she reached down and around and began to jerk him off.
She was rough and fast, treating his cock more as a tool than as a delicate
organ, but the sensation, combined with the hormones that were flooding his
mind, the pleasure of having his prostate stimulated and the sheer fact that
Junko Enoshima was jerking him off made him cum quickly. Junko bent his cock
upwards slightly, and he blasted his load all over Mukuro's chest. After he
came, he collapsed, his body hanging from the table, his legs limp. Junko slid
the cock out of his ass, and were he in a better state of mind he would have
been relieved. At the moment however, all he could feel was pain and despair,
the worst of either he'd ever felt.
Junko removed the strap-on and walked over to another desk in the room, where
she pulled out a needle. In it was a solution that would wake anyone up from
any level of exhaustion and kill all feeling of pain in them for a while. She
injected it into Makoto and watched it do its work. He stood up as much as he
could, and although he was silent, she could definitely attribute that to the
broken, despairful look on his face. It was absolutely erotic. She walked over
to her older sister and undid her bonds. The girl continued to obediently sit
in the position Junko had left her in until given orders.
"Get out of that chair and on your knees. It's time for you to do what you're
good for." Mukuro obeyed, kneeling at Junko's feet. Junko wasted no time and
began to ride Mukuro's face, shoving her clit against Mukuro's nose and
violently rubbing herself off. Mukuro worked her tongue inside Junko as Junko
used her face, covering it in her juices. Junko pulled her hair, just for fun.
After a few minutes of this abuse, which Mukuro was repeatedly brought to the
edge of passing out before she could take a breath, Junko came and further
soaked Mukuro's face and hair. She laughed maniacally as she came, and quickly
recovered from the orgasm. Mukuro continued to kneel obediently.
Makoto Naegi was broken. In the last hour he had been drugged, brutally raped
by Junko Enoshima as Mukuro watched, drugged again to keep him conscious, and
now watched Junko use her older sister as her own sex doll. He had no willpower
left in him, no hope left to keep him going. So when Junko came and unchained
him, rather than attacking her or fleeing the situation, he stood up and waited
silently. His pain was gone, and the bleeding had stopped thanks to the drug,
but his mind was destroyed. He stood obediently and waited for whatever Junko
would do next.
Junko ran a nail down his bare chest and across the top of his hard cock. "Hey
Naegi, don't you think Mukuro looks pretty sexy all covered in our cum like
that?" She playfully kissed his cheek and gestured to her soaked sister. "You
know, I'm bored with her right now. Why don't you go have my sloppy seconds?"
Naegi didn't respond, but walked over to Mukuro. She laid down and spread her
legs. This was nothing like how she imagined her first time with Naegi being,
but she knew better than to ever resist her sister's will. If Junko wanted him
to fuck her right here like this, that's what would happen. The thought of her
first time with a man, with anyone other than her little sister, being
orchestrated and done under these conditions filled her with disgust and
despair, and it made her wetter still. Naegi easily slid inside her and began
roughly fucking her in silence as Junko watched. Mukuro moaned and gasped,
clutching at Naegi's hair and body, but he showed no reaction. Mechanically, he
fucked her and held her arms down against the floor. His cock wasn't as large
as Junko's dildos, but she was happy just to have his cock inside her. With all
the proceeding foreplay, she came hard and fast, and her cunt tightening around
him caused him to cum too. Suddenly, Junko swooped in behind him and injected
him with another needle, quickly knocking him out. She shoved him off Mukuro.
"Go get cleaned up and dressed you whore." Junko showed no emotion in her
voice, not even cruelty. It was a simple command followed by a simple fact.
"Yes Junko. What are you going to do with him?" Mukuro asked. She'd never ask
her sister for anything, but she would have loved if she got to keep him.
"Well, we can't have Naegi being all emo and shit, and he knows way too much
now, but we need him alive. So, I'm going to wipe his memory!" Junko sounded
proud of herself for solving the issue, despite the fact she had created it.
Mukuro's despair finally overwhelmed her completely, and she began to quietly
cry. "Thank you Junko."
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