"Oh, Look who's finally coming around."
For the poor, blue-pigtailed schoolgirl, the last however many hours had been a blank canvas. Finding her last stream of consciousness in her mind as she came to, she remembered splitting off from her friends on her way home, and then... here. Here? Haruyo, with some kind of chemically-induced tiredness still wearing off, began to notice the cold, dark room in which she lay. "My head... where am I?" Haruyo called out weakly, still waking up.
From one corner of the room, a girl with chin-length black hair put away her phone and walked over. Matter-of-factly, without seeming even slightly apologetic, she told Haruyo, "My basement. I kidnapped you, okay?"
That snapped Haruyo awake, like a bucket of ice water splashed on her head. With new energy, she looked down at herself in horror, rope bindings securing her hands to the arms of a wooden chair. But even with her struggling, they refused to yield. So instead, she changed her plan to one of social combat, asking shakily, "Why did you kidnap me? What do you want?"
"The way I see it, this kidnapping is pretty obvious. You're the popular girl who gets all the attention. I'm the, the, what's the word—loser, I guess you'd say about me behind my back?" the girl, who Haruyo finally recognized as Anzu, shrugged indifferently. "It's a little revenge, and hopefully, a little craftiness. I'm gonna use you to cause a little trouble, okay?"
Haruyo was well off, in all respects. Her family was well off, and she was a social butterfly who never grew sick of getting attention from other people. No mistreatment, just life being gentle to her, only to swing the pendulum in the other direction like this. She didn't even know how to react— how could she? And so, she was choked as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Don't get blubbery, I haven't even gotten to the best part yet." Anzu reached into her bag and pulled out something that made the panicking Haruyo shut up in surprise. It was a vial, filled with some kind of vile concoction that looked syrupy and seemed to ooze down the sides. "This stuff is going to give you... wait for it... a dick!"
"Wait, wh-what are you saying?! Are you serious?" Haruyo stammered, aghast at the suggestion.
But Haruyo wouldn't get an answer. She would get a demonstration, instead. Anzu popped the cap and, with careful effort to avoid spillage caused by Haruyo's struggles, poured the viscous liquid onto Haruyo's mouth. It only took moments for Haruyo to feel something. It started as just a warmth, and then grew in intensity. Her mind, freshly woken from an induced sleep, was once again fogged, but instead of one that brings dreams, this new, warm fog, brought impure thoughts. She was in heat, a mating season in full bloom. Heat coursed through her body, eagerness at its highest, and all thoughts were on sex, with all other thoughts and worries being drowned out completely.
Anzu watched with amusement as Haruyo's struggles slowed, as she let a line of drool creep out of the corner of her mouth. In Haruyo's haze, she identified where the warmth was greatest, and looked down in confusion to see her skirt tenting, a massive, smelly, pulsating thing the source of the unsightly bulge that twitched under her skirt. She was horrified, but unable to close her legs against the pulsating mass. The heat continued to burn within her, causing sweat to drip off of her chin. Anzu shook her head at Haruyo's pitiful display of pure desire.
"This is supposed to be a punishment, you know? And there you are, you're not even struggling anymore! You've even made a little wet spot from all that pre-cum!"
"N-No, I... I'm a good girl, and, uh..." Haruyo incoherently babbled as her eyes lulled over to no particular focus, with little thrusts of her crotch her bindings allowed her as she writhed slightly, trying to eek out any amount of pleasure. Anzu just giggled, and set to work stripping each other, revealing the dirty dick that mismatched the soft, pure body it was attached to. There was no point explaining her evil plan to Haruyo anymore, what with the oozy lust puddle it was now. So, setting a timer for 18 hours from now, she set to mind-breaking Haruyo... Haruyo, the popular girl, soon to be nothing more than an obedient dick girl.
First, Anzu started slow, touching, stroking and caressing Haruyo's smooth, firm thighs as Haruyo made panting noises. She was a vulture, taking in the tasty morsel before her. Once Anzu was sure she'd fully pent-up Haruyo's lust, she