Rinoa's Education

The Magic of Silence



There was a knock at the door.

Rinoa rolled her eyes slowly open, barely able to see through the glare of the sunny window by her bed. She shifted to sit up just a bit, the covers of her bed falling back from her as she looked around. She held her head, her body still aching.

A second knock came.

“Who is it?” She said exhaustedly, holding her head still.

“It’s me,” Came Selphie’s cheerful voice.

“Come in,” Rinoa said, falling back down onto the pillow. She curled up into her covers, feeling chilled.

The door slid open and Selphie leaned inside. “Hey!” She called with delight. Angelo jumped up and ran over to Selphie and she leaned down to him. “Hello, Angie!” Selphie said, playfully ruffling Angelo’s head. She stood up and smiled at Rinoa. “You look exhausted.”

“I am,” Rinoa groaned, burying her head into the pillow.

“How do you feel?” She asked, coming to sit down on the edge of her bed.

Rinoa peeked up through the covers. “Empty,” she laughed weakly.

Selphie laughed as well. “Ifrit, right?”

“Yeah,” Rinoa groaned. “Oh god.” She buried her head into the pillow.

“Come on,” Selphie said. “It’s almost noon. You need to get up.” Rinoa shook her head frantically, her face still dug into the pillow in her hands. “Come on,” Selphie said. “If you get up and move about, you’ll feel better.”

Again, Rinoa jokingly shook her head childishly. “Can’t,” Rinoa yelled into her pillow. “I’m sore.”

Selphie smiled, then leaned forward on Rinoa’s bed, gently climbing up the girl’s legs. “Want me to massage it for you?”

Rinoa looked up from the pillow, her cheeks burning red. “You . . . you’re serious,” She said in disbelief.

“Of course,” Selphie said, lowering her mouth down to Rinoa’s legs. “I haven’t had lunch yet.”



The classroom door slid open to find the large room empty. Rinoa leaned inside innocently, looking to the desk to find Quistis working diligently away. Dressed in her usual pink leather get up, she didn’t notice Rinoa until she the door closed behind her. She looked up at the sound and smiled, taking off her glasses. “Oh, Rinoa. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Where is everybody?” Rinoa asked.

“I gave the class the day off,” Quistis explained, standing up. She came over to Rinoa. “I wanted to make sure we had space.”

“We had what?” Rinoa asked.

Before she could say anything else, Quistis reached up to Rinoa’s hair and yanked it down. Rinoa stumbled forward by Quistis’ pull as she was drug over to the main desk. Quistis shoved her onto the desk and Rinoa fell onto it. She started to stand, but Quistis pushed her head down to the surface of the desk, holding her there.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully, for I will not repeat myself,” Quistis began in a chillingly emotionless tone. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Rinoa said, her voice shaking.

A loud slap struck Rinoa just below her waist as she was bent over the table. “I told you not to make me repeat myself,” Quistis said. “For every mistake you make, you will suffer one indignity, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Rinoa repeated.

Another slap hit her, making her whole body jump. But this time, a second slap hit, then a third. “You will be slapped according to prime numbers,” Quistis explained, firmly rubbing where she had struck Rinoa. “The first time was only once. The second time was three times. How many times will I slap you when you make your next mistake?”

Rinoa closed her eyes, struggling to think. “Five,” She whispered, uncertain.

Slap! – Slap! – Slap! – Slap! – Slap!

Rinoa whimpered from the blows. “I got it right,” She pleaded. “Why did you hit me?”

Slap! – Slap! – Slap! – Slap! – Slap! – Slap! – Slap!

“Mistress,” Quistis said simply, still roughly rubbing Rinoa. “When you address me, you address me as mistress. When you ask a question, you ask it to your mistress. When you answer a command, you thank your mistress. Do you understand?”

Rinoa closed her eyes. “Yes, mistress.”

“Very good,” Quistis said, lightening her pressure on Rinoa’s head. She stepped away from the girl and Rinoa started to stand. “Did I tell you that you could stand up?” Quistis said, looking over at Rinoa.

“No, mistress,” Rinoa said. She hesitated, then leaned back over the side of the table, placing her head against the table.

Quistis came back around to stand behind Rinoa. She reached her hand down inside Rinoa’s leg and drew her nails up along Rinoa’s soft skin. Pulling her left pant leg up, Rinoa tensed as she felt Quistis sliding something inside her. A tiny egg-shaped piece was left inside her as Quistis stood up.

“What was that?” Rinoa asked.

“You do not ask questions,” Quistis commanded. She walked around to her desk and took out a candle. She held it up and looked at Rinoa. “Now,” she said. “I want you to take your shirt off.”

Rinoa lifted up from the table, staring fearfully at Quistis. “This isn’t what I was expecting,” She started to say.

“You are not speak unless told to,” Quistis said firmly.

“Yes mistress,” Rinoa said softly, taking off hr blue coat. She placed it on the edge of the table, then took hold of the bottom of her shirt. With a swift motion, she pulled it over her hair, revealing her pale body.

“Good,” Quistis said, stepping over to her as Rinoa tossed the shirt away. “Resume your position.” Rinoa bent back over the table as Quistis came around behind her. “Now,” Quistis said, balancing the stein-sized candle on Rinoa’s back. “This is a pooling candle,” She explained. “It will not spill a drop on you, unless you move.” Rinoa heard the sound of a lighter, then a growing heat on her back.

“I expect you not to move,” Quistis commanded, stepping back from Rinoa.

Rinoa stayed still, confused. Bent over the side of the table, she felt the heat of the candle between her shoulder blades, but didn’t move. She glanced around the room, unable to see Quistis, but unable to move to find her.

After a moment, Quistis stepped up to Rinoa. She rubbed the back of Rinoa’s head with a strange sentimentality. “Very good,” She cooed. “Now,” Rinoa heard a plastic click. “Your reward.”

The tiny egg that Quistis had left inside of her came to life. A tiny hum began as the egg began to move, vibrating with an intense power. In her bent-over state, the egg touched a point Rinoa had never felt, her eyes going wide.

“Do not move!” Quistis commanded. But it was too late. A splash of candle wax struck the back of Rinoa’s back as she gasped at the sensation.

“You spilled a drop,” Quistis said, going around to her desk. She came back and put her hand on the small of Rinoa’s back.

“What are you . . .” Rinoa started to ask, unable to focus through the intense, but subtle movements within her.

Whap!

Rinoa jerked forward as the sensation of leather across her sensitive skin. The candle fell off of her completely, splashing hot wax all over her back. Rinoa crawled forward again at the erotic pain of the wax.

“You moved twice,” Quistis said with a firm, emotionless tone as she smacked the palm of her hand with the leather strap of the riding crop. “And you spilled the candle.”

Rinoa braced herself, still struggling with the joy inside her body. She felt Quistis hold her down once again and she closed her eyes.

Whap! – Whap! – Whap!

The leather struck her again, this time on the top of her thighs. Each blow made Rinoa jump, squeaking in painful joy.

Whap!

The first one landed on her right cheek.

Whap!

The second one on her left cheek

Whap!

Across her thighs

Whap!

Right cheek

Whap!

Left cheek

Rinoa cried out, unable to keep from twitched with anticipation and pain. “You’re taking all of this very well,” Quistis said, walking around behind her desk. “You haven’t once broken a rule intentionally and you haven’t begged me to stop.”

Rinoa heard the plastic click again. “And here’s your reward.”

The egg inside her went twice as hard. Rinoa gasped, unable to scream as it drove harder and faster against her. She began to buck, unable to control the emotions flooding her system.

“Now,” She heard Quistis say, stepping out from behind her desk. She was barely able to process Quistis’ bare form or the black plastic addition just below her waist. She felt Quistis come behind her, again controlling Rinoa’s body with her hand on the small of her back. “For the fun.”

Rinoa felt her pants pulled down, exposing her to Quistis. The next thing she felt was something hard pushing inside of her. As it made its way in her welcoming body, the strong form pressed the egg more intensely into that one spot, making Rinoa begin to scream. But as the egg vibrated, it made the plastic form vibrate as well, sending the powerful motions across Rinoa’s entire body.

But then a second pressure came, sliding inside of Rinoa from behind. She arched her back, the joyful pain of the slaps and the whips making her that much more sensitive and inviting to the entrant.

And then, a third. A tiny, needle-sized addition slid past the tiny button between her legs. Vibrating with the same intensity as the egg, it teased at her, sliding past, then coursing back the way it had come.

Standing behind her, Quistis began to push and pull, beginning a brisk cycle of delight. Rinoa immediately began to scream. Emotions rushed through her body, the relentless motions giving her no rest from one assault to the next. She clung to the table, the only stable thing in her world.

Quistis began to pick up speed, her thrusts becoming more brazen and more powerful. Rinoa screamed louder and more powerfully, the waves of ecstasy coming with greater intensity and more often. She felt her face wet with tears of joy as she cried, still clinging to the table.

Quistis’ thrusts reached a new speed. Frantically slamming into Rinoa, Quistis stole her ability to scream. Rinoa froze up, her body going rigid as she was too overrun with orgasmic joy for her to make the slightest sound. The waves of endless delight became a constant rush, the next violating Rinoa before the last had even begun to dissipate.

Slowly, Quistis began to slow. Rinoa felt the needle descend in intensity, then the egg quietly went silent. But Quistis didn’t withdraw. She leaned over Rinoa, hugging her from behind, her arms crossing over Rinoa’s bare chest.

“How do you feel?” Quistis whispered into Rinoa’s ear, gently pushing in one more time.

Rinoa whimpered at the delight, her eyes closed with joy. “Wonderful,” she opened her eyes and looked back at Quistis. “Mistress.”



Rinoa found herself in Squall’s room yet again. Sitting at his desk, she stared at the built-in computer, perusing through the SeeD database. The interesting trivia that passed over her barely registered as she read it.

She glanced outside the narrow window next to her desk, looking out at the starry night through the glass. A shooting star crossed through the sky and Rinoa smiled sweetly. She closed her eyes. “I wish . . .” She said as a whisper.

A note toned from the computer.

Rinoa looked at the screen, surprised. A tiny envelope was sitting on the computer screen, indicating a waiting message. Rinoa froze. She glanced at the closed door, then around Squall’s room. She looked back at the screen, bringing the cursor over it.

To: Squall Leonhart

From: Squall Leonhart

Rinoa drew back, confused. “I really shouldn’t,” She whispered as she clicked the icon.



Note to Self: Talk with Rinoa about life at Garden.



“That’s it?!” Rinoa exclaimed, sitting back from the screen. “Talk to me about it? Bring it up sometime?!” She closed the lid of the computer with a huff, sitting back in a pout. “I’m being passed around by every single person I know here and it’s something you remembered off-hand to mention to me?”

She huffed for a moment longer, then sighed. “It’s a good thing I love you,” She mumbled, standing up from the desk. She stood in the middle of the room, holding her hands to her chest. “Here goes,” She whispered. She held her hands out, with a calm gesture. “Siren!”

The sounds of the waves crashing against the surf echoed in Rinoa’s ears as she opened her eyes. But standing before her in the room was the angel Siren. With her long-feathered wings extending from her golden hair, the woman’s taut body towered before Rinoa. Full-figured and shapely, she looked at Rinoa with a kind expression.

Siren advanced up to Rinoa, her tall form, putting Rinoa barely at her shoulders. She swept up to Rinoa’s body, the black haired girl not withdrawing. Siren dipped her down onto Squall’s bed, laying her there as she laid over her.

Siren’s silky hand snaked in between Rinoa’s legs, slowly eliciting a soft moan from her. As Rinoa bent back, Siren began to attend to her breasts, caressing them with her mouth. Rinoa moaned, tilting her head back, delighting in the feeling.

Siren moved her first finger inside Rinoa, making the girl’s eyes go wide. She drew a firm line across the spot within her, making Rinoa shout and pulse up with the emotion. But as she did, Siren pushed against her with her strong shoulders, keeping Rinoa on the bed.

With her lips attending to Rinoa’s nipples as if they were bare, Siren began to rub her thumb against the folds of Rinoa’s skin. Between her thumb and her finger, Rinoa began to moan and scream in no time. Siren moved her attention up to Rinoa’s neck, kissing at the base of her chin and nibbling on her ear.

As soon as Rinoa felt Siren’s teeth gently bite her neck, she lost control, a wave of pure gratification crashing into her. Rinoa’s body tensed up as she threw her head back in a silent scream, unable to release a sound.

Siren licked at Rinoa’s lips, sliding her mouth over Rinoa’s kissing her deeply. Rinoa rolled into Siren’s embrace, kissing her back. The shift in weight swung Rinoa’s legs over the side of the bed and Siren went with the action. Rinoa opened her eyes as she felt Siren’s one finger withdraw. She whimpered with the loss, but then her eyes went wide as Siren lowered down.

Gently parting Rinoa’s thighs, siren kissed her within, sliding her tongue inside Rinoa. Rinoa’s breath caught in her chest as she arched forward over Siren as the angel knelt between her legs. Siren’s wings fluttered up and Rinoa grabbed hold of them at the base of her head, clinging to her for dear life as Siren’s tongue worked magic, sliding over Rinoa’s sensitivity like water.

The next crash made Rinoa arch her back, shoving her heart up to the sky. Rinoa’s eyes closed with the boundless joy as she fell back against the wall, unable to even sit up as Siren continued her relentless dining.