Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10552588. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/M Fandom: 政宗くんのリベンジ_|_Masamune-kun_no_Revenge Relationship: Makabe_Masamune/Koiwai_Yoshino Character: Makabe_Masamune, Koiwai_Yoshino, Adagaki_Aki Additional Tags: Master/Servant, Orders, Oral_Sex, Rough_Sex, Rough_Body_Play, Power Dynamics, Dom/sub/sub, Biting, Choking, Breast_Torture, Face-Sitting, Frottage, schemes_n_plans, Out_of_Character_a_little_i_guess, Virginity or_Celibacy_Kink, Hate_Sex Stats: Published: 2017-04-06 Words: 3413 ****** If I Had Servants... ****** by yungdreams Summary Two separate scenes, wherein 1) Aki discovers Yoshino and Masamune meeting in secret. She decides to test their commitment to her, and 2) Later, Yoshino and Masamune reflect on their relationship. Notes this one turned out weirdly brutal and i'm fond of it! you get two scenes! i wasn't truly sure what to tag it, so i tried to include everything? i guess this definitely has dual partners each acting noncon side note i've been listening to a lot of black metal recently and jerking off like three or four times a day They were here, in the gym supply room, where they always were. The air was musty and hot. It felt more like a sacrificial chamber now, with Masamune and Yoshino standing beside one another, looking on at Aki. Aki sat imperiously atop the gym mats, her figure lofty and regal as a regent on a throne. Aki stared. She had looked on, seeing the two of them colluding in the playground on that hot summer evening, where the air was orange and painted with the searing colors of the setting sun. She didn’t have a clue as to what the two of them had tried to plan behind her back, but her nature refused to accept that Masamune could profess his affection and lay hands on her maid. Yoshino was hers. Yoshino knew she had to follow Aki’s orders if she wanted Masamune’s relationship to continue. It was the only thing that she knew of to teach her lady any humility. Masamune was a dim-witted narcissist who hungrily followed any instructions she fed him. Masamune had no measure of what Aki even wanted. He, on some level, genuinely liked her. It was that soft feeling whenever he saw her, deep in the pit of his chest, that cloudlike uncertainty that drove him to her. But, he was torn between his likes and his wants. His plan to humiliate her would dethrone the Cruel Princess once and for all, and there would be no more reason for Aki to act like she was better than anyone. Here, there was uncertainty. Beyond lay the golden ending that he desired—to crush her underfoot and walk away. “Aki-sama—” Yoshino started up. “Stop,” said Aki, one finger aloft, pointing at Yoshino. “Don’t speak.” Her finger traced the air lazily, coming to rest pointing directly at Masamune’s heart. For the faintest second, Masamune thought he glimpsed a pink blush on Aki’s cheeks, but she turned her head away, letting her hair cloak her face. “Do you really like me?” “Of course I do,” answered Masamune. Masamune could feel a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. For all of what Aki was, she commanded something perilous and threatening. Every word felt weighty. Aki wanted the two of them punished. Why were the two of you meeting in the playground? Is there something going on between you two? Are you close? How close are you? What are you hiding?   “Would you prove it?” “Yes.” Yoshino fidgeted, almost imperceptibly. Although Masamune’s temples were slick with sweat, Yoshino showed no signs of fear. “Well,” shifted Aki, “would you do anything I say?” It felt like the world itself was dropping away, piece by piece, outside of the gym storage shed, like the three of them were stranded on a floating rock somewhere in the cosmos. Her words were monolithic and isolating. “Y-yes.” This was worth it, for Masamune’s sake, and for Yoshino’s sake, and in some ways, for Aki as well. The air in the shed was dizzying. Aki uncrossed her legs and leaned back slightly, sticking her chest out. “Kiss Yoshino.” It took him aback when he heard it. “Adagaki-san—” “You said anything,” said Aki viciously. Yoshino crossed to him slowly and stood on tiptoe. Their lips met, in a sense, midway. Yoshino’s lips were so soft and small, her breath quick. Masamune craned his neck to accommodate her. Aki’s face was reddening. “Do it again.” The word felt round and soft-edged as it rolled off her tongue. “Again.” They did so, as many times as Aki beckoned it forth, until it felt more like an electrical impulse than a word. First quick, and only lips. Then tongue. Masamune and Yoshino moved closer together as they kissed. Yoshino’s soft breasts pressed into Masamune’s abdomen. Masamune shakily gripped her waist. “Kiss her neck.” Yoshino’s eyes were shut, and her mouth was open, and Masamune could feel the breath coursing up from her chest as she exhaled, softly over his ear. Her neck felt warm. Forced this close, he suddenly was struck by the fact that Yoshino was every bit as beautiful as Aki. “Squeeze her breast.” Yoshino stared up at Masamune. For an instant, the briefest flicker of uncertainty flitted across her unwavering expression. Masamune saw that they were in territory that Yoshino had not crossed into. Masamune paused, his hand trembling in mid-air. It was Yoshino’s hand that guided his palm to her chest, and squeezed her lightly, kneading her breast. Aki shuddered when he touched Yoshino. Yoshino’s breath was heavy. Cushioned in her school blouse and sweater, her chest felt soft. Yoshino gripped his arm with one hand, her knuckles tensed, trying not to betray to Aki the feeling of Masamune’s soft touch. She was, after all, being punished. “Wow,” said Aki, aghast and enamored. “Pervert.” A thick swirl, sweat on the air. A shimmering, silvery feeling of malice passed through the shed. “Yoshino. Get on your hands and knees.” She did. The ground was surprisingly cool. Moving slowly and clumsily, her golden eyes down at the ground. “I want you to unzip his pants.” Masamune was as still as he could possibly have been. He felt the stippling, staggering of his zipper being undone. He felt Yoshino’s short fingers fumbling at the fabric of his school khakis. Everything was foggy. The blood was rushing between his legs. He couldn’t help it. But, he was extremely hard. “Take it out, Yoshino. Put it in your mouth.” Masamune glanced at Aki. Yoshino’s fingers parted the slit of his boxers and retrieved his cock, hard and hot in her hand. Yoshino never paused, not even for a moment. Her face shone with singular, warm serenity, a smile without a smile. Aki wore a smile of grotesque pleasure, her eyes wide with excitement. Yoshino remained wry and cryptic while Aki fidgeted and licked her lips. Masamune felt Yoshino’s fingers first, then her lips, then her mouth, stifling a moan as she moved his cock around. His heart beat fast. With every beat, he felt the slow movement of her mouth and her tongue, her caramel-colored hair bobbing slowly and steadily in front of his crotch. Masamune looked over at Aki again, who was breathing almost as heavily as he was. “How is it, Makabe-kun?” Masamune couldn’t answer. He was too entrenched in the weightlessness of Yoshino’s mouth. When he tried to speak, only moans came out. “Is it satisfying?” He was suddenly aware of all the little wet sounds emanating up from Yoshino’s mouth, with her lips and tongue all working in tandem. “Do you think my mouth would feel better than Yoshino’s?” Yoshino’s eyes were the color of flaxen grain. They shone in the dim light, wide, fixed on Masamune’s face. Say it, idiot, or we’ll never get out of here. “Y-yes, Adagaki-san.” “Well, if you like me that much, you can pretend that I’m the one sucking you,” said Aki, her eyes greedily fixed on Yoshino’s bobbing head. “You can use your hands now, Yoshino. Don’t stop until he cums.” Masamune only lasted a minute or so after that, but it felt like ages before Yoshino coaxed an orgasm out of him. When it occurred, it was almost painful. He shuddered, trying not to keel over backwards. The sensation of her wet, drool-streaked lips leaving his cock left it swaying, a tickling motion that traveled up his thighs and rattled his brain. The air was colder than it had been. “Open your mouth, Yoshino. I want to see it.” Yoshino opened her mouth wide, showing the oasis of pearlescent cum on her pink tongue. A little bit of it dribbled out, running in thick droplets and falling, on long strings, to spatter unceremoniously on her uniform. Aki bit her lower lip. Her face was aflush with color. Masamune could tell she was having fun. “Swallow it.” Yoshino did so, a slow, protracted gulp in almost perfect silence. “Come over here, Yoshino. Get on the gym mats with me.” “Yes, Aki-sama.” Yoshino laid on her stomach facing away from Masamune. Under her cream-colored skirt, her panties were sea-foam green, soft and pastel in the light, save for the soaked patch between her thick thighs. Aki sat for a moment in internal reverie, restraining herself from kicking her legs and fidgeting lightly in excitement, forgetting her stately elegance, admiring how Yoshino’s curvy, soft flesh was on display for Masamune. “Come over here, Makabe.” Yoshino uttered her first gasp when Masamune pushed himself inside. She was soft and wet and all-encompassing. He was ultimately gentle at first, clumsily trying to keep a slow rhythm. Aki’s eyes were trained on Masamune’s face. “You can fuck her harder than that, Makabe.” Yoshino tucked her head down on the mat between her arms and pushed her hips back on Masamune. Aki issued command after command, their intensity steadily increasing as if she were cranking a volume knob. After a while Masamune realized that he wasn’t listening to her. He had been going as hard as he could, locked into the melting fervor connecting their two bodies. Everything was all jumbled together. He couldn’t tell what was making him hard or what felt good. Yoshino was pliable but tough. She took everything Masamune doled out. In a sense, it was all for Aki-sama. Aki admired them, sitting aside the two of them locked in violent intercourse, fanning herself, appraising the kind of kinetic statue she had created. She appreciated Masamune, tall, still clad in his uniform, with his hands thrust up under Yoshino’s skirt. The perverseness of the situation was utter perfection; it was a scene of student collusion, of forbidden pleasures of sweat and flesh amongst the thick of high school life. She paused to touch her chest, and noticed the feeling of dampness in her panties when she shifted her legs around. To be betrothed was a curse to Aki. She yearned for the raw sexuality of another person’s body, but knew that her virginity was like an imperial seal; to be kept untouched until her wedding night, like a lacy, fragile trinket of spun-glass that served only as a seal of apparent quality. As much as Yoshino resisted against Masamune’s touch, her servant’s face was ribboned with pink, and she fidgeted around to look over her shoulder when Masamune pushed the entire length of his dick into her. The soft sound of their bodies colliding rhythmically at the hips was dampened by his slacks, which grew dark in a crescent shape around the slit from pressing repeatedly into Yoshino’s vulva. Yoshino did Aki the greatest service by gauging what Masamune was capable of. It must be so much fun to coax that ravenous spirit out of a boy. When she was younger, she was curious as to what her hymen breaking would feel like. She had ordered Yoshino break her own with a hairbrush handle one night, just to play the prince, to read the semaphore of her servant’s face and wonder. Yoshino silently flipped onto her back and brought her legs up to her chest. Her toes, still in her gray thigh high socks, quivered when Masamune took hold of the thick of her thighs and held her in place. Aki watched them and wondered, making up scenes of the two of them fucking in the servants’ quarters her family’s manse; in the playground at night; on the roof of the main academy building, pinned against the chain-link median, feeling and tasting each other’s body when they ought to be in class. At some point the three of them stopped talking. They stopped giving orders or taking them. Yoshino and Masamune spelled out telemetry on the gym mats, moving and shifting, never speaking to one another. They communicated on unseen channels. Masamune stared into Yoshino’s perpetual gaze, entranced, where behind it lay a strange energetic mystery in the languor of her shattered-glass eyes and the sweat running over her button nose. When it was too hot for them to keep wearing their uniforms, they discarded them. Where one was clumsy, the other had impetus; where one was submissive, the other was dominant. They emptied out their frustrations against Aki, onto each other, right under her nose. In another life, if they had known each other through different circumstances, their chemistry could have come toward some kind of emotional compromise. In this life, they settled as exceptional lovers. Aki sat, one hand pistoning away at her nether regions. She tried to hold herself back, but she was as loud as the two of them. She came two, three, four times, her climaxing loud and messy in the noise of her quarry. Masamune was cruel. He knew he was cruel. He felt cruel. He abused Yoshino in ways that he had thought himself incapable. Leaving scalding red marks on her buttocks as if his hands were red-hot brands. He ravaged her, pounding hard when he had a full grip on her hips, feeling her cunt stretch as he rammed deeper and deeper. There was an obtuse pleasure in watching Yoshino’s toes curl or hearing the noises she let loose in moments of overwhelming stimuli. Where Masamune was cruel, Yoshino gave him back threefold. She clamped her small hands on his throat and bloodchoked him until his vision blurred and his hips slowed. On top of him, cowgirl, looming over him, her figure bouncing, she beat his chest with balled fists. Sitting in his lap, lotus, she pressed her body into his and raked her nails across his back. If she had had a knife, she would have written her name on his chest. Of course, when Aki had made Yoshino sacrifice her own virginity, she hadn’t made a sound. She was indomitable. Yoshino would not have given her the pleasure. They fought through three orgasms of Masamune’s (loud, refractory) and countless of Yoshino’s (silent, eyerolling and shuddering). It wasn’t clear to either of them if Aki had wanted this free-for-all. It was gladiatorial savagery. Aki had fallen asleep minutes ago, exhausted from her own sadism. Masamune and Yoshino kept going, as if to prove to the other their commitment to this contest of wills, slowly grinding to a halt when they could go no further. Yoshino and Masamune sat and panted for a while. They were so bruised and battered, it was as though Aki had made them fistfight for her pleasure. Their shoulders were littered with teeth marks. Yoshino bore fat, blotchy handprints all over her body, prominent on her breasts and thighs, fading from their primal reds into subdued purples. There were finger marks around Masamune’s throat, and his back was streaked with wicked-looking lines, weeping dots of blood in the places where Yoshino’s nails had found purchase. Yoshino crawled across the mat and fell against Masamune, who would’ve recoiled if he had any energy left. In the dead quiet of the shed, the two laid against one another in quiet stupor, no longer entertaining a captive audience, their skin cool and soft and vulnerable. She whispered in his ear, her expression as meditative and unchanged since before the moment they had kissed. “Not bad, Pig’s Foot.” She kissed him on his cheek, a slow, chapped-lip peck, more a murmur of approval than a gesture of romance. Masamune closed his eyes. It was night now. The air was cool. “Thank you, Master.” * * * It was night again in the playground. It had been a week since Aki had punished them, and their collusions had resumed with regular frequency after dark in the playground. Yoshino stared at him, eyes unnaturally bright in the dim light of the moon. “You failed again, Pig’s Foot. You ought to have kissed her when you had the chance.” “Sorry, Master. I’ve been kinda distracted as of late.” The way Yoshino stood while she stared at Masamune was uncannily imperious and cold. “You should fix whatever’s distracting you, or we’re never going to get anywhere.” “It’s not my fault. I haven’t been able to get off since Aki made us fuck,” snarled Masamune. “Fine. Get on your knees, Pig’s Foot.” “What, are you Aki now?” “If I do this for you, you’re going to have to get me first,” said Yoshino calmly. “Fine by me. I’m not gonna be owing you anything while you’re blackmailing me.” He got to his knees. Above him, her curvy figure loomed, the moonlight shining out in weak radiance around Yoshino’s head. He stuck his head under her skirt and pressed his face into her panties. She was already wet. She was so still, so doll-like, that it was almost a surprise that her flesh was warm. “Besides,” breathed Yoshino, “it’s not like I’m the only person blackmailing you right now, Pig’s Foot.” She took up a fistful of his hair and gyrated her hips onto his outstretched tongue. “Aki-sama definitely recorded us that day. She probably knows that we’re meeting right now.” She stood, tense, atop tiptoed feet, and her head lolled backwards, unseating her hood. The pressure on Masamune’s scalp was fiery from Yoshino’s tensed hand. “If I had servants, and I knew that they were going behind my back, I would be crueler than Aki-sama.” Yoshino’s body reached a striating peak. Her voice quivered. When she came, her grip on Masamune’s head relaxed. She looked down at him as he kneeled under her, massaging his neck. “Yeah, but… would you make people fuck in front of you like Aki?” Yoshino smoothed his hair affectionately. “I’d make them fuck, and make them fall in love, and make them kill one another.” “What?!” “That was a joke, Pig’s Foot,” she said, her face glacial and impassive. When Masamune got to his feet, Yoshino approached him slowly, undoing his zipper, feeling his dick beneath his boxers, and working it outside his pants. Her hands were cool and her strokes were slow. Their bodies were close and Masamune could feel her breasts pressing against his abdomen. “As promised.” Yoshino stood on tiptoe, wiggling Masamune’s cock to the spit-slicked patch between her soft thighs, just above her grey socks, and squeezed it, working the shaft slowly. Her face was bright, shining in the light of the full moon, her eyes as golden and serene as ever. Behind her placid features, so feather- light and celestial, she was terrifying. “Would you wear a maid outfit if I asked you to?” Masamune gripped her butt with both hands as she moved. She stared at him intently, even as his head lolled backwards. “Possibly. If I asked, would you whip yourself until your back was bloody?” “I really hope that was a joke.” “Really? You were so cute before when I scratched you. You tensed up and came over all over me.” Yoshino was stroking his dick with one hand and working it with her thighs, pistoning with dual rhythms. “Well, maybe. I dunno, I’ve never whipped myself before.” She was running her crotch along the length of it now. She let up, moving so slowly that Masamune could have screamed. Finally, she stopped, and fidgeted, letting the swollen head touch the opening to her cunt through the drenched fabric of her panties. Yoshino shifted her panties aside with one hand, moving, letting them kiss. “Jeez, Master, just let me fuck you.” Masamune tried to slide it in, but Yoshino tightened her grip on the shaft, holding it back, until he relented. “Not yet, Pig’s Foot.” She moved her hips, grinding his cock between her panties and her vulva. “I want you to fuck Aki-sama first. Then you’ll get to fuck me again. Understand?” “Yes, Master, please just let me-” She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply on the lips, muffling the moan that would’ve escaped while he came, his load emptying with soft momentum into her already-drowned panties, overflowing and running down her thighs to wet the edges of her socks. Yoshino put her sticky fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean, while Masamune slumped backwards and sat against the stairs for the slide, his cock hanging limply out of his pants. “You’re an idiot, Pig’s Foot. But you’re also a cute toy. Focus on Aki-sama, and don’t disappoint me.” All Masamune could do was nod, weakly. “Goodnight.” Her words were like a kiss on the wind. She left him, drained, in the playground. Masamune swore that she was smiling as she backed away, moved clumsily through the bushes, and disappeared into the night. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!