Futanari Notebook Ch. 36

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 That didn't excuse the poor technology, outdated by over a decade, and the abysmal student body.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."

Carmen kept licking. She suckled on the clit, tongue fluttering around the bundle of nerves, before she jammed the muscle into Gretchen, letting her juices drool down her chin. No one was in the halls to Carmen's gratitude, but it was only a matter of time before someone wandered around a corner and saw them. Summoned by her thoughts, the echoes of feet drew closer.

"Better hurry, someone's coming," Gretchen teased. The complete slut didn't care if someone saw her like that, none of the teachers would say anything about her, but Carmen on the hand would be reprimanded. Doing so would mar the records she'd worked so meticulously to perfect. It'd be an absolute failure on her part. One that'd never go away.

With desperation fuelling her, Carmen forced Rachel's visage over Gretchen and ate her pussy like the world would end in seconds. She might have preferred it did. The sudden onslaught was enough to push Gretchen over the edge, her whorish voice moaning as fem-cum spilled from her folds.

"Hmm, I needed that," Gretchen said and then pulled Carmen's collar, using it to wipe up all the moisture, "Now follow me and keep your head down. I don't want people thinking we're dating or anything. Ugh, that'd be the fucking worst. And no talking until I say otherwise, got it?"

Carmen nodded, throat suddenly clogged up. No matter how her mind protested, or how she cursed Gretchen in the name of every god she knew of, Carmen walked after her like a heedless duckling that had imprinted on her. Her cock all but led the way, bobbing in time with Gretchen's ass. The book was still in the blonde's hand.

All she needed was to get it back. Carmen reached into her custom skirt's pocket for her phone, silently praising Rachel for convincing her to get one. The moment it opened, however, Gretchen stopped and turned. Carmen wasn't fast enough.

"Give it to me," Gretchen said and was handed the phone without delay, "Trying to get help, were you? Not gonna happen. From now on, you're forbidden from talking to any of those freaks. You won't even look at them, got it? Good. Oh, and if you somehow find a loophole in that, just remember, if they cross me because of you, I'll just write their names again. Wonder what happens when someone has two entries. Maybe I'll try that with you."

I hate you! Carmen screamed the words in her mind, hoping the mantra might give her the push needed to break the Futa Note's power, but it held. Gretchen led her to a janitor's closet, though she'd never seen anyone go into it since the janitor was fired a year ago, and produced a key. Inside was a cramped space, empty but for a single chair.

"Get in and sit down."

Carmen did so and was shut in the darkness with Gretchen, until a dim light illuminated them both. Before her eyes, the plastic slut stripped down to her underwear, or lack there of. The worst part was, if it were anyone else, Carmen would've been attracted to her. For all the surgeries Gretchen had, her actual body was fit and svelte, exaggerating her augmented curves even further. Her breasts stuck out too far and sagged just the slightest amount. Likewise, her ass was too round and pert to be real.

"Don't speak. You can moan, but nothing else," Gretchen said as she freed Carmen's cock from her skirt, then straddled the enslaved futa, sliding the now fourteen inch length into her snatch with ease. Despite the hatred bubbling within, Carmen moaned at the sensations around her length as every inch was devoured. That should be impossible. The Futa Note changes people so they can handle that amount of penetration, but Gretchen didn't have a cock that Carmen could see.

"Impressed?" Gretchen sighed, insides moving with expert precision, "I've always been super deep. Made finding a fitting cock hard, but I settled for girth. Now I have both. You better not cum until I'm through. If you do, I'll make Rachel my slave as well. You don't want to know the shit I'd do to that shrimp."

Incapable of speech, Carmen just nodded and moaned as the muscles squeezed around her. Gretchen's pussy might look a mess, but the experience shone through. Every inch of her depths worked in concert under a masterful conductor, massaging all Carmen had and turning her senses against herself. Every slap of Gretchen's ass against her thighs was a disgustingly delicious pleasure. The closet kept every sound inside, thumping in Carmen's brain without rest.

If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine Rachel in her place.

"Fuck yeah, get it in me, you bitch," Gretchen grunted, breaking the image, "You're mine now." Every word was punctuated with another slap of flesh on flesh, increasingly wet as Gretchen's pleasure deepened, never seeming to end.

"This dick is mine. Your money is mine. Your life is mine."

Carmen hadn't been told to stay still. Before she could question her choice, she reached up and clapped a hand over Gretchen's mouth, muffling her shock, and shoved her off. Carmen looked all over for the book, scanning the dimly lit space for the answer to her problems. There! She made to grab it, but Gretchen's hand flew from the aether and slapped across her cheek, knocking her down. The blonde grabbed it before Carmen could recover.

"Bad move, cunt," Gretchen snarled and pulled Carmen by her hair, forcing her to sit once more, "Don't move a fucking muscle. Try that again, and I'll write your family's names."

For an indeterminable time, Carmen was slave to Gretchen's wrath. The bitch's nails scratched along every inch of flesh within their reach, even drawing blood, while she slapped and pinched and bit into Carmen's breasts. Bruises and welts lined her skin before long. And through it all, she was stoic, capable of only moaning and silently detesting the woman riding her.

"One more thing," Gretchen said, her energy finally dwindling, "You're not allowed to cum without permission. Ever." She stood up, legs shaking, and ripped off Carmen's shirt to wipe up all the sweat and fem-cum. She grabbed the Futa Note after dressing.

"Feel free to go back to class or whatever. I'll text you when I need something. Have fun with those blue balls." With that, Gretchen left the futa alone, mostly naked and battered, and reeling from the experience. Every iota of her existence begged for her to get back at Gretchen. If she had the book at that moment, she couldn't fathom what she'd do. For now, however, she needed to leave and think of how to get the Futa Note back.

It'd been three hours since Gretchen wrote her name. Lunch period was over and students were filing back to class. Carmen shambled amongst them, her legs weak from the abuse. She could still smell Gretchen on her clothes, no matter how much soap she'd used when washing them in the restroom. Her stomach growled like a caged beast, filled only with Gretchen's sickening taste and odour. She hoped she wouldn't vomit.

"Carmen?! Hey, wait up!" Rachel called over the throngs of people. Carmen didn't look for her, only sped up, pushing past people in her haste to get away. It was partly Gretchen's command, but more to keep Rachel away. How could she face her now, with Gretchen's stench and threats lingering everywhere? The bell rang for classes, but Carmen kept walking, not concerned where she ended up. She stopped inside the library, now derelict. The shelves were covered in sheets and dust.

It was here that it all started. She should've just taken the book and ignored it, then things wouldn't have gone so fucking messed up. Carmen wiped at her eyes, clearing the moisture there and snarled at the sight of it on her fingers. To give into temptation after it wore at her for months at a time was acceptable to some degree, but for Gretchen to be in control all because of a stupid mistake she should've avoided was like a dagger lodged in her ribs. Now she couldn't even look for comfort in her friends or lover or her family. Even Ryuka was nowhere to be seen.

She was alone.

Gretchen hummed to her own music as she strutted down the halls of Saint Puella. Behind her, the schools bustiest - for now - bookworm, Carmen, trailed, feet moving and face red from rage and embarrassment. Exactly as she wanted. Since finding the book, Gretchen hadn't spared any second in taking over Carmen's miserable life. From her walk, to her wardrobe, right down to the slutty makeup, she controlled it all with mere words. But that wasn't the best part.

That would be Carmen's misery. Unable to say a word about it to her friends, the look of hatred and despair in her eyes deepened every day, sweetening the whole ordeal for Gretchen. It almost overshadowed the fact Carmen paid for her entire new wardrobe. Of course, the renewed queen bee wasn't without small mercies.

She couldn't be seen with someone better looking, nor could she be around someone so dull in style. That was fixed yesterday, after she dragged Carmen to a salon and the sluttiest clothe shop around, dolling her up to her whims like she once did to her toys as a child. Now, the honour student once ignored for her bland clothes and lack of highlights to her face and hair, was the talk of the school. As was Gretchen.

"Smile more. You'll make me depressed otherwise," Gretchen said as she rummaged through her locker, handing Carmen stuff to hold. The futa did as commanded, teeth showing through an unending smile, "Ew, that's creepy. Tone it back."

"What did you do?"

Gretchen's hair bristled at the voice beside her and she looked to see the pint-sized redhead, "Hello, Rachel. Didn't you see under my boobs for a second."

"Cram it. What did you do?" Rachel repeated, trying to look directly at Carmen, but she avoided her gaze.

"Nothing. Carmen just started following me around, carrying my stuff, dressing like me, you get the idea. Guess she got tired of hanging out with freaks like you," Gretchen said, "Was that it, Carmen?" She leaned aside, giving the two full view of each other. Rachel's shock at the blonde highlights in Carmen's hair, mixed with her low-cut shirt and the skirt that barely concealed her cock from view.

"N..." the syllable died on Carmen's lips at a deathly glare, "Yes." Her cheeks bloomed hotter under the foundation, like two suns mired in a creamy sheen.

"I'm not buying it. Tell me what's up, or I'll get Zoey to pay you a visit," Rachel warned.

"Good luck with that," Gretchen said, her voice dripping with the purest venom she could muster, "Try it and see what happens." As she spoke, she pulled the supernatural black notebook from her locker. Rachel's eyes threatened to pop as she caught the title.

"How?"

"I have my ways. Now fuck off, before I turn you into a walking-talking cock."

"I'm sorry," Rachel said, looking at Carmen before she turned tail and all but ran, stumpy legs struggling with the package between them.

"Anyway," Gretchen said and handed the book to Carmen, "You'll be going out with me tonight. There's a party at this frat-house I want to go to, and some of the guys get really touchy. You're going to keep them off me, got it?"

"Yes." Carmen nodded, deadpan. She'd been that way for a couple days. Though the fire in her eyes hadn't dimmed, none of it showed in her expression or tone unless Gretchen ordered it, which wasn't much fun. She wanted this bitch to suffer for everything that happened. The others would get their turn, but Carmen had been the force behind them all leaving her. All those resources gone, and she'd thought Mary might've been a genuine friend as well.

Tonight offered the perfect opportunity too.

The fraternity shared its street with a sorority of notoriously cruel girls. The kind that broke a person's spirit and body. After the frat party wound down a little, Gretchen would send Carmen over and record the whole thing. It'd would be something to remember for sure. Just thinking about it had her dripping. Good thing she had the biggest cock as her slave.

"We're skipping class. Follow me," Gretchen said. Part of her wanted to go back to the janitor's closet, but that was too comfortable for Carmen, better to put her in a more compromising place. There was fifteen minutes before next period, meaning most classrooms were free. Gretchen marched past each door, looking for an empty one. She wasn't concerned with getting caught by faculty, but vindictive students with phones were potential land mines.

"Perfect," Gretchen snickered and led Carmen into the English Literature classroom, vacant for the time being. The desk at the front had a large enough gap for someone to fit, though Carmen might be too big to be comfortable, not it matter. Gretchen claimed the chair and ordered Carmen into the gap, which she crawled into without fuss. About ten minutes remained before classes resumed.

Gretchen spread her legs, "You know what to do. Better make it fast, otherwise someone will see."

Carmen just nodded and went to work. She pulled the panties aside and crammed her head between her slaver's legs, Frenching the folds like they were a dear lover, and guzzling the juices with unwanted fervour. It was no wonder why Rachel cared for her so much. That redheaded bitch probably got eaten out like that everyday, not to mention getting pounded by Carmen's dick. Gretchen's eyes drifted shut as she moaned her pleasure.

There was something spectacular about getting worshipped by another woman. Not a lesbian by any means, though she wasn't against some girl fun when dick was involved, Gretchen marvelled at the softness of the lips on her cunt. The scratchy feel of a guy just didn't compare, though she hadn't thought anything of it before. Well Carmen was a nerd, it made sense that she studied how to do it right, she thought.