I'm Sorry, Can You Speak Japanese?

"Charlotte... we need to talk."
Harumi stepped forward into the dimly lit office where Ninagawa Charlotte had been holed up. Rather than show her wife her usual compassion, Harumi wore a stern grimace.

"What is it, honey? Can't you see I'm busy?"
Charlotte didn't even bother looking up from her stack of papers, scanning over various contracts regarding upcoming loan collections.

Harumi slammed her hand on the desk, narrowing her eyes as she inched closer.
"I said, we need to talk."

Charlotte immediately sensed her wife's defiance, carefully setting down her papers to meet Harumi's gaze.
"You have my attention. I suggest you make it quick."

"Umeda Mika. You have no right to be abusing her."
Harumi's hand hovered over her blade, knowing all too well that Charlotte might retaliate with violence.

"You want me to be sweet and polite to the girl I'm training to be my child soldier? Spare me the bullshit, Harumi! She's my property and I can treat her however I want!"
Charlotte's eyes glued to Harumi's hand, knowing she couldn't easily defeat her wife in hand to hand combat.

"How can you say that?! I've seen the way you treat the others, but Mika is a child! She needs compassion and praise; a safe place where she can feel welcomed and useful!"
Harumi put her foot on the desk, leaning dangerously close to Charlotte on the opposite side.

"Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?! Do you even understand your position?! You may be my wife, but who do you owe your life to?! Who saved you when you were at your lowest?!"
Charlotte stood up, using her authority to her advantage as she spoke. Harumi's eyes filled with guilt, but she stood firm on her decision to defend Mika.

"I know, you rescued me from a dark time. But that doesn't give you the right to treat Mika the way I was treated!"
Harumi pulled her blade, holding the tip close to Charlotte's unamused face.

"Honey... I suggest you sheath that toy, or you'll be joining my puppy in the kennel."
Charlotte's frown was powerful enough to make Harumi weak at the knees. Harumi carefully studied her wife's eyes, judging if she should continue her retaliation. It was hard to imagine what Charlotte was thinking, but one thing was certain; she would inevitably be leaving the office with a new scar.

Harumi slashed toward Charlotte's chest, dancing around her in a constant, fluid motion. Charlotte used the neck of her pipe to parry, not having much time to draw a weapon of her own. The two came dangerously close to ending each other's lives, but the battle raged on. Harumi fully intended to harm Charlotte by the end of their encounter; vice versa. Her blade stabbed directly into Charlotte's palm, causing the wicked temptress to force a sinister grin. Her lips curled so high that she resembled a demon.

"You imbecile! Don't think I'll let this slide, just because you're my wife!"
Charlotte clenched her fist shut, trapping the sword, along with Harumi's hand, in her own. She pulled Harumi close, using her moment of distraction to bite her on the shoulder, tearing a chunk of flesh from her arm. Blood spurted down Harumi's elbow, pooling around the cold, wooden desktop below.

"Fuck! You rotten bitch!"
Harumi's hand broke free from Charlotte's grip, rapidly pressing against her wounded shoulder. She collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony as she muttered curses under her breath.

Charlotte loomed over her, like a twisted child, stomping an anthill. Her foot collided with Harumi's skull, keeping her head pinned to the carpeted floor. She squeezed her injured hand in a fist, allowing the dollops of blood to fall onto Harumi's face.
"You've been a bad girl, Harumi. I think you need a nice, long correction."

Harumi nodded her head in defeat, submitting to the overlord who controlled her very life.
"You win. I yield."

"Simply yielding isn't enough. You damaged my pretty hand, and made a fool of yourself. I'll see to it that the loser dog receives equal punishment while you watch."
Charlotte kicked Harumi's head, rendering the woman unconscious.

Harumi woke from her beatdown, chained to the walls of the basement. Before her, she could see Mika, strapped to a chair with barbed wire around her limbs. She was bleeding profusely from her wrists, her mouth gagged by a muzzle; and her eyes covered by a silk blindfold. Harumi yanked against her chains, shouting loudly to the evil Charlotte; who was holding a taser in her right hand.
"Charlotte, no! Stop this, now! Mika-chan didn't do anything wrong!"

Charlotte's face contorted into a sinful smile, her thumb teasingly caressing the taser button.
"Look who's finally awake. Watch, Harumi. This is the consequence of your actions."

Charlotte dug the taser's tip directly into Mika's neck, watching as the small girl screamed into the muzzle, her shouts were muffled by the ball gag that was deep in her mouth.
"What's that, loser dog?! I'm sorry, can you speak Japanese?! I don't understand your shouting!"

"Charlotte! I'll fucking kill you! I swear to God, I'm going to murder you!"
Harumi pulled against the metal chains, digging deep into the flesh surrounding her wrists. She watched helplessly as Charlotte teased Mika's neck with the barrel of a pistol. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. 

"Shall I flip a coin? If it's tails, I'll blow this orphan's brain all over your pretty face, Harumi!"
Charlotte let out a sinister cackle of pleasure, almost as if she were experiencing an orgasm.

"Mika-chan?! Can you hear me?! I promise you, I'll get you out of this!"
Harumi sobbed loudly, letting her body slump forward against her restraints.

The sharp, metallic ping of a coin hitting the pavement sent a shiver down both Harumi and Mika's spines. Even if Mika had wanted to see the result, there was no way she could with her blindfold. Harumi picked the first god that came to her mind and started praying. Charlotte cocked her pistol, bringing the tip to Mika's forehead.

"No! Stop it! Stop it, now!"
Harumi shrieked as loudly as she could, her vocal cords straining under her blood curdling plea.

The deafening pop of the gun temporarily deafened Harumi, who was clenching her eyes in despair. As soon as she mustered the courage to peek, she could see Charlotte; holding the pistol just inches away from Mika's ear. Harumi let out a shaky breath, whimpering in relief. The bullet flew just centimeters from Mika's head, leaving a singe in the corner of her earlobe.

"I hope you learned your lesson, honey. Now, about your offer from earlier. I think I need to change my panties after all that excitement. Come, follow me to bed."
Charlotte spoke breathlessly as she unchained Harumi. Her legs quivered with each step, drawing Harumi's eyes to the wet stain just below her crotch.
"Let's use those new toys, hm? I'm just dying for a good session."

Harumi fell to her knees, rubbing the bloody blisters around her wrist.
"What about Mika?"

"What about her? She passed out from shock when I shot that bullet."
Charlotte helped Harumi to her feet, groping her butt with a forceful hand.

"Shouldn't you... untie her?"
Harumi hesitated to leave the basement, but her body was too weak to defy. She glanced at Mika as she was taken away from the gruesome experience.

"Shut up. I said, let's focus on sex, not some useless mutt."
Charlotte guided Harumi to her bed, roughly kneading the flesh of her now exposed breasts. Charlotte's mouth latched around the open wound she had made earlier, sucking on Harumi's dried blood.

Harumi endured the unconsensual pleasure, reluctantly climaxing as her body reacted to things that her mind was fighting against. Normally, she enjoyed Charlotte's company in bed; but today was a brutal reminder of her true colors.