I feel really bad about writing this

Art Club was...well, to be honest, Emi didn't really get art club.  Nomiya was loud, and in the bad way.  On the other hand, he did seem to like Rin's art.

Emi existed in a strange state of not understanding Rin, but being unwilling to just part from the girl.

With a sigh, she stepped into the Art Club as the last non-Rin student filed out, prepared to encounter her friend sleeping on a table.

At the far end of the room was a girl who hadn't seemed to notice the outflow of everyone else.

Emi grinned as she recognized her.  Blonde, long hair, and cheap red earrings any boy would give you to get you to spread your legs.

Saki Enomoto, she realized as she turned the little switch on the knob.

Emi stepped over quietly as the girl considered the page in front of her.

“Hello there,” she said in a friendly fashion, “how's the art going?”

It was...really kind of nice.  A pencil drawing of...a clock tower?

“Oh, hey, Emi,” Saki said without much concern.

So trusting and so unwary.

Ultimately?  If you weren't aware, life would make a victim out of you before you ever saw it coming.

Emi wrapped an arm around her throat and pulled her backward, up and off of her chair.

“Just stay quiet, and maybe this will be over quickly,” she said with a grin growing on her face as the chair clattered to the floor.

Saki sputtered some of the same things everything said, but...ultimately, she allowed herself to be dragged away from her table and to the ground.

Emi suddenly felt her world lurch to the right and her teeth ached as the blonde twisted in her grasp.

She shook her head as Saki cried out in pain, wincing as her world seemed to spin for a second.  Saki used the moment to try to scramble away, but her legs didn't straighten quite right when she tried to stand.

“Nice hit.” Emi laughed as she crawled after her and grabbed the blonde by the hair.  Pulling her down to the ground, she slammed her face first into the wooden floor.

She didn't want to hurt her, but pain was the best teacher for someone with the gumption to fight back.

“I give!” Saki cried.

“Shut up,” Emi said softly, almost lovingly, as she pulled the other girl's skirt down her legs, before twisting her around.  “I'm grateful that you aren't wearing panties, but you need to be butt down or this is going to hurt a lot more.”

Saki got the idea and sat down, before being pushed fully onto her back.  Her face blushed a fine crimson.

When Emi had sex, she sometimes wondered what it'd be like to have a penis.  When she put the weak whores down where they belonged, she never stopped to think about such things.

After all, she had heard the stories about what Saki was willing to do to make up for the fact that she could barely hold a pencil without shaking.

As her prey began to tremble, she groped at Saki's inner thighs to stop her from scurrying away.  A spanking was for boyfriends and good girls.

Saki was anything but good.

Grabbing her by her shoulders, she pulled her up until she was breathing malice right into her face with a smile.  “I own you until I walk out of this room, got it?”

“Y...you don't have to do this,” Saki said.

“But I want to,” Emi answered, pushing her back.

Instead of showing any further mercy, she felt around for Saki's slit.  “Already wet? Were you trying to draw a dick in that scribble you were doing?”

Saki only sobbed, still squirming but remaining on her back.

Broken, she could only lay there as her tormentor slowly coaxed her along.

Slowly but surely, Emi was able to slip one finger in, then two, then more.  This part was easy.

In the end, women and men were the same; if you did the right things, they'd let you do what you wanted.

Girls cried more about it, of course.  They pretended that they weren't aroused.

But they were.  Being able to utterly control them made up for all of the other things that were utterly beyond her.  It made up, for a brief moment, for not being able to run.

“Emi...please...I don't...”

“You don't what?” Emi asked.

“I-” her vocalizations ended in a quiet moan that trailed off into sobs as her body shook helplessly.

“Oh, that's your limit, huh?” Emi smiled.  “Hair trigger like a boy?”

She giggled almost like she did when she was explaining running to Hisao.  If you didn't know better, you'd say she hadn't done anything lewd.

Saki would always know better.

“Clean yourself up.  Just because you are the school whore doesn't mean you should look like it.” Emi stood up, walked to the door, and let herself out like nothing had happened.

All too quickly, the rush of power and control lapsed, and she longed to run again.

But she had a meeting with the Nurse that she had been supposed to go to right after running.

He wouldn't mind.

He was the only guy who she could wrap around her finger without even pouting~