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The characters in this story are copyrighted by either Arc Systems Works, Sega Sammy Holdings Incorporated, Sega Corporation, Sammy Corporation or Daisuke Ishiwatari depending whoever currently holds the rights to them. As such I do not own either Jam Kuradoberi or I-No and I’m not making a claim on them here either. For this to work I cannot make a profit off of this document and neither can anyone else without risking legal measures taken by any or all of the above companies. This story contains graphical sexual situations and as such it is not intended for minors, in other words, if you are below the age of consent go read something else. I will not be held responsible for inappropriate handling of this document by minors or otherwise, if you get in trouble for reading this, trying to sell it or do anything otherwise illegal because of this document somehow it’s your own damn fault. Comments, questions, rants, reviews, flames or whatever are to be sent to HexElf@msn.com or HexElf@gmail.com where they will be handled accordingly. At the time of writing this actual disclaimer I haven’t even gotten started on the actual story yet but that’s about the gist of it, there may or may not be a mention of Millia or other Guilty Gear characters but I will refer to the first few lines of this document for that as I do not own them either or any other parts of the Guilty Gear universe so don’t sue damn it. This story is purely trash fiction and intended as nothing more than a quick fix for those who like lesbians out there. Unlike my previous story this one will not contain any futa or dickgirl loving, just plain, straight up and fairly hardcore lesbian sex with some bondage, toys, light angst and some NC. Now that I covered just about all the bases it’s about time for me to start writing, and by the time this is actually posted somewhere, you to start reading. I know the plot I am basing this story off is actually from XX but I’m still the author so I can do whatever I damn well please and as such this story will be named after Isuka. If you like the series make sure you try out Isuka, you will be surprised how cool it is when you finally get into it. That and any game that features co-op modes is automatically that much better in my opinion.
Addendum: Thanks to my dear friend Tsume9 for helping me edit this story. There might be another part of this story featuring Millia that ended up being mentioned somewhat frequently. Either that or I will write something else entirely next time. Also I AM aware that I-No isn't exactly proven to be a witch and that she just looks like one. But then again YOU tell ME what the hell her occupation is. At think point I think only Ishiwatari-san knows her character in and out. She's a tease though, that's for sure, and she's obviously a dome as well. Now get read past the title already.
Guilty Gear Isuka: Yuriberry Jam
Kuradoberi Jam found herself back on the bed for the second time today. She was wearing nothing but the sleeves of her waitress outfit and the shoes that went along with it. She hadn’t even bothered to cover herself as she lay there masturbating furiously. It was with a mix of anger and pleasure that she teased herself in the most pleasurable way she could think of. It was hard but Jam knew she had to orgasm before the images in her head would fade. She hated them for making her so furiously turned on! Damn that witch for making her feel like this! That wicked, wicked woman!
"Damn you I-No… damn you…" she whimpered as another finally orgasm washed over her "I AM a lily… waitress… whore…". Closing her eyes and sighting with relief as her mind blanked out Jam knew very well it couldn’t replace the real deal for long, but until she found something that did she HAD to keep doing this. It was a simple fact that it would drive the poor cook crazy if she didn’t…
---- Two weeks ago ---
It wasn’t that hard to find, I-No’s den, because at the time being she was merely residing at a cheesy hotel in the rainy streets of Frasco, but rather the problem was getting there. Jam had to travel all the way from China to the west-coast of the old US to get there and with what little savings she had after Robo-Ky had destroyed her small restaurant it was an expensive trip. It was a necessary trip however, Jam had been screwed over royally by the lady in red and she wanted at least some payback as compensation for her meddling. As if it wasn’t enough that I-No had somehow manipulated the robot into perceiving her as a threat but also supplied the cook with a false bounty list that got her into a world of trouble and only worked to spend her cash rather than earn them. Well Jam was finally in the right district, she had heard that blasted guitar play from a mile away.
I-No was playing a variation of Sheep will Sleep (if you become fatigued) even at this later hour on her trademark turquoise Starplayer TV guitar. Jam quickly made her way into the building still wearing a heavy looking single colored trench coat and snuck past the manager. She made her way to the second floor where the music was coming from and though she would have become quickly disoriented from the change of perspective the cook quickly found the door from which the music was coming from. Rather than making an quick entry she knocked on the door and could hear the music stop.
Jam pulled back the hood of her coat, lifted one leg and posed outside the door. She wasn’t used to underhanded tactics like this but the cook blamed it on desperation, it wasn’t easy getting here but it was nothing compared to the trouble that I-No had caused her and others along with her. In fact it was a small speech by Ky, who had kindly helped her out financially to set up a new stall, that she somehow persuaded herself that this wasn’t actually a matter of petty revenge but rather righteous retribution. Jam actually thought of herself as some kind of her intending to teach a very bad girl a lesson in manners. As soon as the door handle moved she kicked the door in all the way with massive amounts of ki flowing from her hands. "Prepare for your righteous punishment aru!" the cook chanted.
What followed was confusing to say the least, Jam found the ki summoned by her fists literally exploding into thin air as an enormous sound blast rocked the entire room slamming the door shut behind the cook and sending her flying right back into it. Out of breath Jam realized that she had been set up and that her actions were all too obviously justified. She could see I-No in the room smirking at her while giving it a once over. The room was surprisingly clean considering the corridor outside and the bed was way too large for a single person. Other than that it was a single room but quite large, almost like a living room, and aside from some small furniture and a fridge there was clearly enough room for Jam to utilize most of her techniques without hassle. I-No on the other hand really needed a lot of space for her style to work, the only advantage she had from the somewhat limited space was that her sound blasts would be harder to dodge.
"So the mouse made it all the way to the cat’s nest, just for me" I-No smirked, her witch hat grinning along with her "so predictable, yet so intriguing." She looked Jam over and changed her usual teasing manner of voice to a darker tone for a moment "but you’re not dressed up correctly for our encounter."
Jam quickly pulled the coat off in a single motion and somehow was able to twist it into a whip-like piece of cloth, squeezing the water out while simultaneously launching out for I-No’s guitar like some sort of wet leathery tendril. I-No’s eyes actually shoot open for a moment as she used the backend of her Starplayer TV to slap the coat away and into the wall.
"There we go" I-N said in her usual voice, her eyes traveling over Jam in a manner so suggestive it was downright rude "that’s the outfit I wanted to talk to you about."
"What are you talking about?" Jam narrowed her eyes "why did you go to such great lengths just to meddle in the affairs of innocent people." She put on her heroic mask again and it was easy to stand by it considering what happened with poor Dizzy as well as Bridget who was conned in a similar manner to Jam herself. "At least explain that and you just might escape the full wrath of the phoenix coming down on you and your wicked ways aru."
"Ah, such a lovely voice" I-No cooed in an excessively sexual sounding manner, a typical trait, before her own voice turned darker for a moment again "but since you made it here first I’ll let you in on the personal reasons I had for you. One is that outfit, the other is about your latent, how to say, preferences."
"Stop talking in riddles aru" Jam complained, looking as ready as ever to fire off a dragon spirit kick "the quick and simple version will do, I don’t have all day here."
"Oh I assure you" I-No grinned again "you have all time you need." She played a quick stroke on the guitar making the cook flinch, only this time it wasn’t any lethal sonic boom but rather a simple A accord.
"The first and main reason is your outfit. It’s so revealing it can drive a woman insane" I-No continued sounding like she was swooning, something that made Jam uncomfortable to say the least. "That so called skirt is so short I can see your undies even as we speak, your legs are almost completely exposed and mmmh even your milk white shoulders are right there. You HAVE to understand that I couldn’t just sit there and watch you, I simply HAD to teach you a lesson about being such a tease."
The way I-No talked about her outfit made it sound like the witch was aroused just thinking about Jam in her waitress gear but the cook quickly became annoyed at how I-No couldn’t go picking on Millia for the same reason, at least the assassin had some real crimes to answer for right? The light blush on her face vanished as Jam demanded the other reasons, she felt it was ridiculous to punish someone just for the way that she was dressed. Ky certainly hadn’t complained, Dizzy didn’t even seem to notice and even Bridget who seemed to have seriously strange taste in clothes even commented on how pretty she was wearing that outfit. Jam would be damned if that was the only reason and so she gave I-No one last chance.
"The other reason is almost the same as the first, which is why it is such a serious offense" the dark voice said again before going somewhat softer as I-No kept talking. "I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yourself and I bet you’re thinking of Millia aren’t you? Hell I’ve seen the way you look at Bridget and considering his mannerism and outfits you’re practically lily right there. It’s his feminime charms you like right? The way he looks like a young girl in a short skirt. But why stop there, he’s of no use to you right? Millia on the other hand. Mmmmh. You see where I’m getting at? You can’t just strut around in that tight outfit, that short skirt and using that cute voice and not share. Poor, poor Millia, watching something so hot that she can’t have must have been the main reason to why she suddenly got the urge to direct her attentions back to Zato. Am I right? I think you should just lie down and…"
"That is quite enough" Jam shook her head looking very annoyed "Kuradoberi Jam is going to kick your behind into next month you wicked, wicked, woman, aru!"
Jam made quite an impressive maneuver flipping onto her hands, cartwheeling over the small tea table and landing in front of I-No with a large ball of ki ready. I-No being prepared for an assault even during her speech was ready to counter but she quickly found herself with so little space that all she could do was push the hand towards the window next to her causing it to shatter on impact and leaving a red mark on the exposed skin of her shoulder.
"Damn brat!" I-No growled as she got another taste of Jam’s acrobatics there as the cook jumped into the air with a kick fierce enough to take her head off. This time being backed into a corner actually served some purpose as I-No quickly ducked down and using the wall behind her as leverage she pushed her left hand out and was able to re-direct Jam’s momentum and send her flat into the floor. The damned cook was agile enough to quickly kick up with both feet however and somehow cartwheel onto her feet again shortly after regaining her focus. In doing so however she ended up further from I-No than she felt comfortable and as expected the witch had a plan.
"I have you" I-No proclaimed confidently and sent another guitar blast across the room, strong enough to shatter the only remaining window. Jam, having the wide area around her to move was able to get out of the way mostly and despite her ears ringing she moved in for the counter. This was what I-No had planned all along however, she was just surprised it had taken so long to get there. Her guitar seemingly exploded in a web of springs that flew through the air. Several of them wrapped around Jam’s wrists after shooting through the room, snaring themselves behind several knocks and crannies, the majority snaking around the bed posts, while others spread out across the floor creating several trip wires that even the acrobat cook could avoid. With a surprised gasp Jam found herself both being pulled and stumbling towards the large bed when I-No hit her in the back of the head with the base of the Starplayer TV as her opponent passed by her.
"And now I will HAVE you."
Several minutes later…
Jam’s head finally cleared up but it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant scenario to wake up to. The thick strings connected to the large frame metallic bedpost had locked her wrists behind her head and she found herself on her knees in the bed with I-No caressing her in areas she wouldn’t let anyone but herself invade. Jam came to with a hard gasp as she felt a warm tongue invading her ear. The position she was in made her unable to channel much in the way of ki, she needed to move at least a single limb to send it through and I-No seemed to know this, Realizing that her victim finally came to I-No gave Jam a squeeze letting her know that one hand was under the short skirt she had mentioned before with the entire palm covering Jam’s pantied sex.
"See how easily accessed you are with such revealing clothing?" I-No purred letting the cook know that she was aware of the fact that she had come to. Jam squeezed her legs together hard but it was no use since I-No’s hand was already between them and the groping continued despite her best efforts.
"S-Stop this aru" Jam whimpered as she struggled against her bonds. Doing so made the wires tighten however making the girl cry softly from the pain they caused. Once she relaxed a little so did the wires it seemed.
"This is your own fault for coming here" I-No purred "but of course I knew you would, and of course knowing that I made some special preparations just for you. In the end you will know that you wanted this too."
"N-No!" Jam gasped defiantly. She felt I-No’s lips and tongue move down the side of her neck and onto her milky white shoulder, kissing her there. "I… I won’t be a part of your perversions!" she gasped in desperation feeling the hand between her legs rubbing a bit harder now. Between the moans and sheer molestation Jam found herself with few options, even as she struggled she couldn’t make it of her bonds and with her own breathing growing ragged from I-No’s continued ministrations she was embarrassed to even talk, and what could she say that would allow her to keep some of that dignity that was so rapidly slipping away anyway?
I-No took a moment to watch Jam struggle and made sure she would see just how hopeless it was. After wrestling with I-No’s free arm that was holding the girl down by her waist and the wires serving to take away any and all leverage she had Jam finally realized that escaping was not a possibility no matter how desperately she wanted it. "I can’t escape…" Jam thought as the realization settled in "I can’t escape!"
Jam moaned loudly in defeat as she spent the majority of her strength in a hopeless struggle, a sense of panic almost taking hold of the girl.
"Are we done struggling?" I-No asked with another confident smirk "good. Then I can tell you my plans."
Jam could only look away in embarrassment to the predicament she was in, she was being felt up by a wicked woman who had attempted to mess up her life as some sort of perverted fashion statement and like some gullible pet she had walked right into another trap where she would find herself even further humiliated no doubt. Probably this was the reason why I-No had gone after her and not Millia. A professional assassin wouldn’t get caught this easily right. Jam suddenly shuddered feeling a tingling sensation emanating from between her legs, if only that damned witch could stop rubbing her down there! The whole sensation resulted in a poorly muffled but very soft moan. It was enough to let I-No know that she had Jam’s attention.
"Now, I won’t reveal all the details yet but it’s obvious you’re getting where I’m going with this" I-No spoke into Jam’s ear with a smug tone. "I’m going to fuck you. You hear that? Let it settle in for a bit and listen to my voice as I say it again. I’m… going to… fuck… youuu. How does that feel coming from a woman? Does it make your pussy tingle? Are you getting excited for me? Does it make you want to get fucked? Well you’re going to be regardless of whether you like it or not. I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to make you cum. And when I’m done hitting you up I’m going to throw you out and send you back to China."
Jam was shocked at the foul language that I-No was using but not as shocked as she was feeling her panties growing wetter with every word. Why was her body responding like this? Why in the world was she giving in so easily? The cook cursed her weakness as another moan, harder than the last one, was forced out of her.
"Because you know what?" I-No continued giving Jam’s panty-clad sex a hard squeeze while vibrating her hand up and down in a rapid motion forcing another moan out of her new toy. "I can’t wait to see your expression, the expression you will have knowing you were fucked by a lady. But more than that I want you to go back home, do your cooking, talk to your little knight couldn’t-be-boyfriend, have some tea… knowing that while you were here, you got fucked…" she did the motion again "by a lady."
"Oh gods…" Jam whimpered "please stop… I can’t take it…" The teasing was starting to overwhelm her and she couldn’t take it knowing her folds where flowing with juices now. She had never been so utterly humiliated in her entire life and she realized she would do anything to undo what was happening to her right now. But she also knew that it would continue and that before the night was over she would have let I-No humiliate her again. In whatever way the witch had in mind.
"I think you’re ready for what I had in mind" I-No said. The wires pulled at Jam as I-No gave Jam a shove causing her to fall onto her back. Jam found herself lying on the bed with I-No on top as the witch reach under her skirt to grab the waistline of her panties. Jam struggled and protested but the witch responded quickly with the threat "don’t make me tie your legs as well. Even if you manage to kick me you aren’t going anywhere until I say you do." She slid the panties down Jam’s buttocks, thighs and shins before finally moving back to straddle the girl by sitting on her tummy. She held up the panties with her thumbs in the holes with a smug expression of victory and Jam got another reason for shame as she could see a long strand of juice dripping from them and onto her bust.
I-No snickered and looked at the shattered windows for a moment before looking back at Jam who was staring intently at her, worried about her next move. "Now it really is such a waste on your looovely voice but I AM just teaching you a lesson about your clothes and inhibitions here, so I will spare you at least some embarrassment by muffling you up a little if you want it. I made sure the manager won’t bother us but I can’t vouch for the people outside."
Jam could see I-No rolling her panties into a ball in her hand and realized what she had in mind. If she was going to be molested like this it would be better if at least fewer people knew about it she figured, she could always… deal with I-No some other way… Looking down Jam whimpered weakly "just… get it over with."
"Awww now don’t be like that" I-No said "I plan for you to be part of every moment, you are NOT going to slip into your little mind, I’ve made sure you won’t be able to. Now open up…" I-No didn’t exactly wait for Jam to do so but rather stuffed the soaked panties in there enjoying Jam’s muffled moans as she did.
"Now the moment I’ve been teasing you about since I got here and I must say it’s quite a relief finally being able to… let it out, if you catch my drift" the witch said and moved back a little. She lifted her skirt up and hiked it up to waist level revealing a fairly impressive strap-on that she had been wearing all this time. The black material looked very smooth with only small ripples and the panty that the shaft itself was connected with looked so tight it could have been custom made for I-No. Regardless it was a perfect fit on the witch even if the shaft looked a little larger on what Jam expected that she could handle. The only response that the cook had was a shocked "hmmm!?"
I-No moved both hands to take off her creepy looking hat, she had a feeling she was going to be in for a bumpy ride while she force fucked her little pet here and so she left it by the nightstand and even turned it around so that the seemingly live hat would be unable to see. "Girls night only buddy. Now…" I-No said, her voice now with a considerably more impatient tone "teasing is over, turn around so I can fuck your soaking little lily pussy properly."
Jam gasped again as she was rolled over and then felt her butt being pulled up until she was balancing on just her elbows and knees.
Flipping the minimal skirt up I-No positioned herself until her rubber shaft was perfectly lined up with Jam’s folds, before she moved in however I-No took one last measure. She licked her hand and spread it over the rubber shaft, she then moved it to grab Jam’s sex again feeling a pleasant shudder from the girl, and looked at the exposed area while rubbing the newly acquired juices along the edge of the shaft. Jam wasn’t quite as naive as the witch had given her credit for initially, her sex was trimmed with a cute heart formation on her pubic hair. A very fitting compliment to her cute looks.
Jam closed her eyes as she could feel both hands on her buttocks now, any moment now… any moment she would…. "MHHHH!!"
The cooked lowered her head until her forehead reached the pillow, I-No was already entering inside her. She could feel her body opening up and the folds moving inwards as the thick shaft pushed inside her. The feeling was just incredibly, she had never felt something so solid move inside but it wasn’t just that, the feeling of someone else doing it rather than her own two hands heightened the experience to impossible levels.
"Oh GOD!" Jam cried through the panties in her mouth, the feeling of the invasion was so intense it damn near overtook every thought and every sense she had. The only thing she felt right now was the black rubber shaft moving inside her body inch by inch. She thought she would be able to resist at least a little, maybe try to ignore the sensations but it immediately proved futile. I-No was fucking her and she was going to feel every inch and every second of it like it was the only thing that existed in the world for her.
I-No soon had the entire shaft inside and her hips connected with Jam’s. She could feel the cook breathing heavily underneath her as she stayed there for a moment. Moving in was the good part, I-No knew that very well, and so slipped out was much quicker though it caught Jam by surprise.
"I KNOW you’re enjoying it" I-No said i a strong voice and slapped the cook right on the ass hard using her whole hand "you don’t have to say it but I know. Then again I already knew you would. Why? Because you’re a teasing little lily waitress whore!" And with that I-No aggressively pushed inside again causing yet another hard cry from her pet doll.
There was no denying it, the little pain she felt from the sheer size of the make-shift dick inside her was completely drowned in the sensations that it brought. I-No didn’t stop this time for a pause, instead she would gyrate her hips a little each time was on her way out and then plunge right back inside in a straight line and thus creating a pumping motion. Jam was already aware that her climax was approaching, she could FEEL it deep inside of her. Every time the shaft pushed inside her folds she could feel the rippling sensation increase a little, dulling her senses and making hear feel heavy. With a long moan Jam’s upper body collapsed onto the mattress, her breasts being the only thing that supported her weight there now.
"OOOOOWWFUUUCK!" Jam cried into the pillow surprising even the witch for a bit, her little waitress whore was really getting into it right now and I-No wasn’t about to let her down. Again she slapped the girl on her bare ass, only this time while still inside of her, and it was enough to send a series of convulsions through the over-stimulated Jam who quickly started climaxing beneath her. Jam was already losing all sense of control as her entire world shattered and collapsed around her, all she could feel was raw animal pleasure hit her body so hard it felt like she would get crushed.
I-No slowed down the pace of her pumping motion as she could hear the girl cry out incoherently underneath her, she kept fucking Jam even as the orgasm ripped through the poor girl and was still going even as it subsided.
"Oh there’s no way I’m done with you yet" I-No said impatiently thinking this had gone by just a little too easily. Jam was still suffering from the aftershock of what had been her most intense orgasm up until that point but this sex scene wasn’t over as I-No leaned in making several of the wires snap.
Jam wasn’t sure how but somehow she ended up on top of the witch now, her hands now tied her behind her neck and the strap-on shaft still inside her. She looked down with hazy eyes to see I-No settling in and grabbing her by the butt while their breasts where crushed together. Jam’s mind was foggy to the point of deliriousness but eventually she finally figured out that she was sitting on top of I-No hanging down over her upper body where she felt the witch’s breasts against her own. That was also the time that I-No decided she was going to initiate round two, this waitress was going to be fucked senseless before she was done!
I-No pushed Jam’s hips back and forth slowly to get the motion started again and once she was used to her new position she realized she had to do it harder to get Jam going again. A third slap on the ass followed by thrusting her hips up as hard as she could sent Jam into a sitting position on top of her with a surprised howl. Being taken from behind had the benefit of rubbing certain sensitive areas but there was no way of getting as deep as you would sitting on top of the shaft as it plunged inside.
"Now work for me baby" I-No ordered slapping Jam again, this time on the side. She had already made the girl cum engaging in lesbian sex, now I-No wanted Jam to give into her completely and take it willingly. Jam found herself being pushed back and forth making the shaft move inside her but it was when I-No was able to lift her up along the shaft and then drop her down again that the cook REALLY felt it. I-No kept encouraging her to do some work herself and in the end Jam finally gave in.
Kuradoberi Jam was now letting herself be fucked by another woman, and not only that, she was actively taking part in the sexual act by using her hips to push herself up and down the shaft causing immense amounts of pleasure to wash over her. She was supposed to be a good cook and waitress, one of the prude good guys, a girl too naive to speak of sex openly. Instead Jam found herself humping the strap-on of another woman like a hardcore lesbian, and much to I-No’s delight, she didn’t care anymore. All Jam wanted right now was for the witch to enter her deeply and make her cum like she had before. Only the pleasure in her pussy mattered now and she cursed I-No for it. But as much as she hated it Jam was bringing on a climax by her own mechanics this time, I-No only helped her with positioning by holding her steady and keeping the pace up.
I-No reached up and yanked the panties hanging from Jam's lips wanting a final sign of her victory despite what she had promised before. "Tell me you're nothing but a lily watiress whore. Let me hear you say it!"
"Damn you I-No… damn… oh FUUUCK!!" Jam whimpered before it turned into a scream loud enough to be heard across the streets outside, the loathe she felt for the witch that made her do this didn’t matter anymore. Kuradoberi Jam was cumming again, and she was cumming hard! Her mind completely blacked as I-No plunged into her as deeply as ever before and it was almost like the strap-on inside her shot fireworks straight into her womb like some sort of cannon! Jam's vision blurred out, her senses seized to function for a moment and all she knew was her pussy exploding from the dildo lodged so deep inside it was almost like a natural part of her. That was until I-No grabbed her by the hair and forcefully pulled her down to her level forcing the cook to snap out of her sexual high.
"Say it!" I-No ordered again with a sharp whisper.
"I'm…" Jam whimpered "I'm just a… a… lily waitress whore."
"Good, and you better don't forget that fact" I-No said in her dark voice pushing the weakened cook off her like a broken toy. "Now let's see about sending you back home, I think I've proven my point and mark my words, don't go thinking that you being a lesbian will somehow magically wash off after you got there. I'd suggest using your charms, that skimpy outfit and your lovely voice to get yourself a nice girlfriend. Once you do I might come visit."
"B-But… but…" Jam stammered weakly but I-No would have none of it; she was done with the cook and pleased that she had left Jam desperately craving for more. She was looking forward to seeing how her latest little victim would adjust.
Game Over
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