(R-18) In the locker

Madoka squirmed, trying not to make too much noise. She was stuck inside a locker, like in one of those high school movies. Except the people in those movies weren't usually tied up. They weren't usually gagged with their own panties and a strip of bondage tape. And they definitely didn't have a Hitachi magic wand taped to their thigh.

"Mm, mmmmmmmnn..." Madoka whined as the massage head rumbled between her legs. She didn't think she would be heard over the ambient noise in the hall. Still, her eyes nervously tracked the people milling around outside of the locker. Praying to whatever goddess might be out there that nobody would notice her. Or, worse, that the owner of the locker would come back...

A clank echoed through the locker--someone had touched the handle outside. Madoka nearly bumped her head as she started, tugging desperately at her ropes as if her sweat-slickened, mostly-nude body would be any less awkward a sight if only her hands weren't tied. The cams in the lock whirred smoothly and the handle clicked--

The after-school commotion came to an abrupt stop. The world was slate gray, except for the grinning girl standing in front of Madoka.

"Mmmmmh..." Madoka sighed in relief, then exasperation. "Thmmt was mnnn, Hmmura-chun..."
"Oh, but you're the one who wanted to try abandonment play," Homura cooed, running a milk-white finger along Madoka's delicate collarbone. "Remember? You found that naughty book at Comiket... I spotted you the money..."
Madoka pouted a little--as best she could with her mouth taped, anyway--and shuddered as the magic wand bucked against her pussy.
"Did my darling Madoka-chan like her toy?" Smiling impishly, Homura removed Madoka's gag and gave her a Parisian kiss before letting her answer.
"At least you didn't... aah... use Mama's magic wand..." Madoka answered between sharp gasps and moans. "This time."

Homura frowned. "That was just one time, and I said I was sorry. Anyway, I bought you something even better..." Homura produced a box labelled 'Steely Dan III from Yokohama.'
"...You got me a jazz album?"

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"At the risk of sounding c-cliché..." Madoka squirmed apprehensively in her bonds, her legs splayed lewdly out with her knees taped to the sides of the locker. "There's no way that'll fit!"
Homura whistled a tune as she massaged petroleum jelly onto the strap-on dildo. "Madoka-chan, has anyone ever told you you worry too much?"
"Er, well, yes... Lots of times." Madoka answered. "B-but not when--! I mean--! It'll break me in half...!"
"Ah, but splitting the melon..." Homura took hold of Madoka's hips. "...brings sweet dreams."
"That doesn't make senOOOHhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhn-nnnn..." Madoka tensed up all over and then slowly relaxed, letting the dildo into her in gradual measures.
"How's that feel...?" Homura asked once the dildo was in.
"Feels... fuahhh... a-amazing..." Madoka said with a shudder.
"That's good..." Homura replied through lips that gently brushed Madoka's forehead as she spoke. Homura began to pump, and each thrust coaxed a squeak or a gasp or a "yes" from Madoka. Madoka threw her head back in passion, banged her head on the rear wall of the locker, didn't care. The tape holding Madoka's legs creaked under the strain, then gave way as Madoka moved her hips in time with Homura's thrusts. They kissed, then Homura grabbed Madoka's ass, guiding the squirming, shuddering, moaning girl.

Homura leaned in close as she drove the dildo deep into Madoka. The ribbon tied around her neck tickled Madoka's stiffened nipples. Homura buried her face in Madoka's slender neck, taking in the warmth of her apple-toned cheeks, the softness and the gentle strawberry scent of her hair. She thought she might have heard Madoka climax once, perhaps twice. No matter--she kept going. For this one, drawn-out moment, the locker was their world.

Finally Homura pulled out, drawing a long and silvery thread from the head of the dildo to Madoka's quivering pussy.
"That was... ohh... love you..." Madoka managed to gasp out between heavy and exhausted and quite satisfied breaths.
"I love you too..." Homura rested her forehead against Madoka's, tickling her eyelids with a batted eyelash.
Madoka giggled girlishly at that, then paused. "Ah, but Homura-chan! You haven't... you know... finished yet..."
"True..." Deftly, Homura unlatched the strap-on dildo and secured the harness about Madoka's hips. She slid her pantyhose and panties down. "There... Problem solved."
"Homura... chan..."

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"Geez, Mado-tan, you've been yawning the whole way here," Sayaka said, schoolbag resting casually over her shoulder. "Did you get enough sleep last night?"
"Eh? Have I?" Madoka rubbed her eyes in a motion that also concealed her rising blush. "Well, I might have been up a little late--playing... games, that kind of thing, you know..."
"Aha, good stuff. Just don't push yourself too hard, all right?"
"Mmhmm. Sorry to worry you, Sayaka-chan."
"No prob. What are friends for?" Sayaka smiled, punched in the combination to her locker, grabbed the handle--froze mid-pull.

"...Hey, Mado-tan?"
"Y-yes?"
"Why is my locker all wet?"