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Taboo Parallel	By : Strigon2 Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 105790 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Note: well it didn’t take as long as before. Here’s the next chapter. Still not enough Rei but since no one wants to contribute her part you will have to make do.

Taboo Parallel
Stage 10: Asuka’s Daily Life, part 1
The cicadas were chirping in force, as loud and obnoxious as ever. And so damn early.
Asuka did not want to move. She would have been fully content on spending the day just laying in her sleeping bag, sleeping off her aches and pains. After a good half-an-hour of struggling, trying to ignore the screeching chorus from hell and under increasing pressure from her bladder, she capitulated and decided it was worth getting up.
Groaning, Asuka slid out from the warm protective cocoon that had shielded her body through the night and rose unsteadily to her feet. That was when she noticed the slime on her face. She reached up to wipe it off, then looked down at her hand and found spiderwebs of sticky white stuff dangling from her fingers.
Bastard, she thought angrily, he came on me while I slept. Like it’s not bad enough I have to service him every morning.
As always, Kensuke had made her sleep naked, but her sleeping bag was so comfortable that the feeling of it on her bare skin only added to the titillation. She’d masturbated twice before finally falling asleep, and that was after the otaku had repeatedly had her way with her cunt, which itself was only after Touji had done the same on the basketball court. That filthy monkey must have thought it was a dream come true, but in reality it was a nightmare. His enormous cock nearly ripped her in half … even if it did feel good.
The bathroom door was open. She padded in, and was still rubbing cum and sleep from her face when she saw Kensuke sitting on the toilet, just as naked as her, playing with his video camera. He looked up when she entered.
“Morning, Red.” His voice was nauseatingly cheery. “Quite a night, wasn’t it?”
Asuka frowned, her tone grudging. “I didn’t know you’d be in here.”
“Like that makes any difference.” Kensuke reached for the toilet paper and handed it to her.
Asuka ripped off a piece and raised it to her face.
"It's not for your face," the otaku interrupted. “I like the way that stuff looks on your cheeks, by the way. Now get to work and wipe me.”
Asuka stared at him and at the camera lens as if he’d just grown a second head. “No fucking way!” She finally bit out. “I won’t do that, you fucking pervert!”
“Yes you will,” Kensuke said. “All good whores clean up after themselves.”
“You are the one sitting there,” she protested, her voice high with distress. “I didn’t make you shit. You did that all by yourself.”
“I was thinking about you the whole time, though.” He moved towards the edge of the toilet seat and leaned forwards. The camera never left her face. “Do it before I make you use your tongue instead. And get on your knees when you do it. It’s where you should be.”
Asuka always thought he was a good for nothing otaku, but she would have never guessed that he was this rotten inside. Then again, she thought that Yui Ikari was a nice and caring person too, so maybe she just sucked at judging people.
With the thin piece of paper draped in her open palm, the redhead dropped down on her knees and moved around the side of the toilet, pushing her hand underneath the otaku, between his sweaty ass cheeks. The smell was still too disgusting to let her forget what she was about to do. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to look as she scraped her paper-covered hand along his dirty crack.
The thin toilet paper offered little protection. Even through the material, Asuka could feel how hot and slimy he was underneath. Nevertheless, her diligent fingers worked on his brown starfish, dabbing and patting the nasty hole.
It’s like he’s some dirty baby, Asuka though, but no baby can ever be this nasty. At least Mana never asked me to wipe her.
Disgusted, she pulled back her hand and didn’t dare look before dropping the paper into the bowl.
“Do it again,” Kensuke urged. “I think you missed some.”
Clenching her teeth hard, Asuka grabbed another piece of toilet paper from the dispenser and went back to rubbing his backdoor. The whole time she had her eyes closed and her head turned away, and was trying to hold her breath.
“Great. Have to say its pretty relaxing too. Maybe we should do this more often,” Kensuke suggested.
“Fuck you!” Asuka dropped the soiled paper in the water. She jerked back as if a snake might leap out of the toilet and bite her.
“Eh, fair enough. I will certainly be fucking you later. That much is a given.” Kensuke slowly stood up. “But first lets make sure you did a thorough job.”
With those words he turned around. Sweat glistened off his buttocks, and a few thick beads ran down the curve of his ass. Asuka knew what he wanted, but she couldn’t do that.
“It looks clean to me,” she said, barely able to bring herself to look.
“Do you seriously think only that would be enough?” Kensuke asked, adjusting the camera and looking back at her over his shoulder.
No, she didn’t. She just hoped against all odds that she wouldn’t have to do such a degrading act. It was worth a try at least. She couldn’t say no, she knew, as refusing would likely make it worse for her so she had to do something. Leaning in again, Asuka planted a warm kiss on each of his buttocks, which for some perverted reason made Kensuke laugh.
“Come on, Red. Stop beating around the bush. You and I both know where your lips should be at.”
If only looks could kill ...
Asuka closed her eyes again, pressed her lips tightly together and pushed her face between Kensuke’s buttocks to plant a firm kiss upon the wrinkled, freshly used asshole deep within. The brown rim twitched under her soft touch and Asuka felt another wave of nausea hitting her. She pulled back quickly, gasping and gagging. It wasn’t the first time she kissed someone’s ass; Mana and Mari made her do it regularly, and for her birthday they’d forced her to eat Ayanami’s shit straight from hers while bound and helpless, but it just didn’t get any easier.
“I have to use the toilet now,” Asuka declared before the otaku could think of anything worse to make her do. “Seriously, I have to pee.”
“Well, there you go.” He signaled with his camera to the toilet seat he’d just vacated. Asuka was glad she couldn’t see inside the bowl from where she was.
“At least flush it,” she insisted.
He did, and that surprised her almost than when he left, telling her only to be quick about and not to close the door. Asuka climbed to her feet and sat on the toilet. Her bladder released with a tinkling noise into the water below, followed by a gasp of relief. Then she tried to relax and, after a moment, succeeded in moving her bowels as well. She wiped when she was finished and flushed, and was about step in the shower when she heard Kensuke’s voice calling for her from somewhere else in the apartment.
“Idiot,” the German girl muttered, but went to him nonetheless. It would be worse if she didn’t. She found him in the kitchen, next to one of the wooden chairs, a coil of rope dangling from his hand. “What?” She had a hard time disguising the anger in her voice. “I was just going to shower. I can’t go to school looking like this.”
“You’re in luck,” he said. “You don’t have to worry about that. Get over here.”
Asuka hesitated. Her eyes turned to slits with suspicion. She looked at him, then at the chair. He’d never allowed her to sit to have breakfast; she usually had to crawl under the table and suck him off until he spurted over whatever she was to eat that morning. But today she saw no food and she’d already sucked him off.
Kensuke was losing his patience. “I told you to get your ass over here, slut. Now.”
Chewing her lip, Asuka took a small step in his direction. The kitchen was small and hot, but the floor felt oddly frozen. “Stop kidding,” she said. “We’ll be late if you keep this up. I don’t want Hikari yelling at me.”
“Oh, I’m sure Hikari won’t yell at you.” He pointed to the chair. “Not today, anyway. Bend over.”
She didn’t. Instead she placed her hands on her naked hips and, minus the clothing, became her old self for a brief, fleeting moment. “You have such a way with girls.”
“Of course I do, and I have rope.” He reached out to grab her. “Enough for a naughty girl like you. Did you like my cum? I hope you did. You should have eaten it instead of wiping it off because you are not getting fed again ‘till I come back.”
“Back from where?” It was a stupid question, but as he pulled her closer and tossed her roughly over the chair she couldn’t think of any other. “Hey!”
“School. Now be quiet unless you want me to find my belt.”
Her butt still stung from the vicious lashing it’d received the day before so she knew he wasn’t bluffing.
He also wasn’t bluffing about the rope. And he had lots of it.
**
“She’s WHAT?!!!” In the alley Touji’s voice was loud and filled with disbelief. They didn’t usually come this way after school, but Kensuke had suggested they take a shortcut to his place after leaving school. The alley itself was only a narrow gap between buildings, cast in shadow and dotted by puddles they had to be careful to avoid.
“I know, man, I know,” Kensuke replied. He was walking in front, his camera in his hand and his book bag slung across a shoulder. “I was just as shocked at first.”
Touji refused to believe what he’d just heard. “That’s totally fucked up.”
“She did have an argument with Shinji, so--”
“I know that bitch had an argument with him, what I don’t understand why she decided to move in with you of all people!” Touji shook his head. “Why the hell didn’t she go to Horaki?”

Kensuke shrugged. “Beats me. I heard that Hikari was busy and knowing the Red Devil… well she doesn’t have that many friends.”
They emerged from the alley into the street. The crowd was thin, the late afternoon light already turning a deep orange. The buildings cast deep long shadows across the way, though the structures themselves were rather short and squatty.
“Well, guess that means I’ll be seeing you later.” Touji finally broke the silence.
“What?” Kensuke whipped his head towards his friend. “Why?”
“The devil’s in your place, man,” Toji replied. He spent the whole day trying not to think of Asuka, something that was made easier by the fact that she hadn’t shown up for school. He’d only had to excuse himself from class to masturbate once. “I don’t wanna have her looking over my shoulder and laughing at how stupid I am and how smart she is, finishing the university and all that blah-blah-blah crap. I get plenty of it that shit in school.”
“Aww, does the truth hurt?”
“Shut up!” Toji wanted to slap him, but he settled for shoving him instead.
It wasn’t a hard shove. Kensuke quickly regained his balance. “Come on, man. She may be smarter than us but I bet you could beat her at basketball.”
“Y-yeah.” Touji looked away from him even as his face felt a bit warm. His words inevitably reminded him of the game against Asuka, which led to him fucking the redhead right there on the court like a pair of animals where anyone could have seen them. He must have been crazy, but she had teased him so much, their bodies so hot and sweaty … and her cunt was just so nice wrapped around him.
He couldn’t believe how much a little sex could change everything. Last week he’d been just another carefree guy, unattached, a virgin. Now he didn’t know what he was. He hadn’t expected to lose his virginity like that, in the middle of a basketball court, nor could he have ever dreamt the person he would lose it to. Her, of all people. HER. How could he? How could she? They must have been crazy to do it, but the annoying, obnoxious redhead wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Asuka was a total bitch, and Hikari’s best friend to boot. Most of the time he would rather slap her or yell at her when she opened that gob of hers. And with the rumors going around she wasn’t anything like girlfriend material. He hadn’t believed them. They were just too extravagant and perverted. He’d seen the panties being traded and sold, which they all claimed were hers, and there were pictures he knew some boys had. A video supposedly of her as a class model being examined by the school nurse Ritsuko Akagi and then fucked by some fat pig had become a sort of holy grail for the boys. The ones who said they had it didn’t share, and those who didn’t have it swore they would do anything to get it. But Toji never believed any of it. No girl would sink so low as to sell her panties, and surely not the arrogant Asuka he knew. She was more likely to bite someone’s penis off before she sucked it.
Then she’d come walking up to him on the basketball court, in broad daylight, wearing a jersey that was as ill-fitting as it was provocative. It was so loose it just clung to her shoulders and drooped down like a curtain, and did a very poor job of covering anything. Toji didn’t think it was possible to be dressed and naked at the same time, but the jersey showed so much Asuka had managed it quite well. She hadn’t even bothered wearing a bra underneath. He didn’t expect she would challenge him either. Asuka was good at playing volleyball with the other girls, but basketball was different. She’d turned out to be decent enough, for a girl, yet the way her breasts jiggled when she ran and the glimpse of her tiny pink nipples made that entirely superfluous. Anger drove him to play her hard more than anything, otherwise he would have just stood there and stared at her.
Specially once she started taking off her clothes. Despite everything else she might be, Asuka Langley Soryu had a gloriously slender body. Small breasts, narrow waist, long legs. Even her sweat was attractive, and the way she’d pressed her nakedness up against him as she moved towards the basket …
He started to feel the front of his pants grow tighter.
“You’re somehow more against her than usual. Did something happen between you two recently?” Kensuke prompted. “Like a fight or something?”
Touji could only take a deep breath as he tried to forget about what happened, which wasn’t that far from what his friend suggested. After all, they did have a fight. Then they had sex. It was hard to tell when one stopped and the other began.
“If you come over you could always try to steal a pair of her panties.”
Touji looked at him as if he’d grown two heads. Who needed panties when he’d had the real thing? Come to think of it, Asuka’s hadn’t even been wearing panties at the time. She just dropped her shorts and was naked.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” Kensuke insisted.
“It’s just that I don’t want to be anywhere near her. She is a major pain in the ass.” And a much bigger pain with sex complicating everything, he added to himself. But she wanted it. She was acting like such a slut.
“I know. I live with her remember.” Kensuke said. “Man up. You won’t regret it.”
He already did, but Kensuke couldn’t have known that. Try as he might, he couldnt drive the images of the redhead’s round ass, shapely breasts with stiff pretty nipples on top and warm, wet pussy out of his mind.
Before he could think of a more effective protest they were climbing the steps to Kensuke’s apartment, and once they were there he feared it would just look too weird to simply refuse. He was embarrassed enough already; he didn’t want his friend thinking he was coward.
“Um, there’s one more thing I need to tell you,” his friend started out reluctantly as he led the way to the door.
“Huh?”
“I mean, about why Red decided to stay with me,” Kensuke continued, with a hard to read expression on his face. He looked like he was trying to seem embarrassed but … “You see, I had… sex with her.”
That made Touji stop in his tracks. “You WHAT?!”
Kensuke was immediately defensive. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear. It came totally out of nowhere, one moment she was berating me about being a pervert and all, and the next she was pushing me against the wall with her tongue in my mouth. I freaked out but she started to undress and then… well, you know…”
Toji most certainly did. “I-I can’t believe that.”
“Neither do I!” Kensuke yelled, but his voice was more amazement than outrage. “But it did happen. You heard those rumours floating around school about the Devil, right?”
Everyone had--they claimed Asuka had lost her virginity to some underclassman and that she started to go sleeping around with random guys. Even that fat bastard in their class was said to have fucked her, and there were those who swore her birthday party had turned into some wild orgy. That just couldn’t be true; both Hikari and Shinji had been there. Nothing like that would have happened.
Of course, he hadn’t believed the rumors about her being a slut either, until the basketball court.
Kensuke didn’t wait for him to answer. “Well, some of it might is true. In fact, I think most of it is. When she moved in she started acting weird, walking around sparsely clothed, sometimes even going around completely naked and trying to drag me into bed each chance she had. She acts like a freaking nympho, I swear. She loves having sex in public places and has some nasty fetishes. And I mean nasty!”
Touji didn’t have anything to say. It’s not like he could blame Kensuke when he himself couldn’t resist the sexy redhead’s naked body. He was ready to believe almost anything about her. But even if she did turn out to be a slut, he was still one of the guys who jammed his cock into her cunt, which probably made him just as bad her.
“That’s more of a reason to avoid letting her live with you.” Touji finally said.
“I’m not a monk, dude. Yeah, it feels funny at times or downright freaky when she starts playing her fetishes, but it’s still a free pussy and damn can she fuck. It’s like she’s addicted to it. You’ll see.”
Touji heaved a sigh of surrender, his thoughts were still a jumble of emotions, mostly guilt and fear of what he would encounter, but he hoped Asuka was on her best behavior today. He didn’t want to deal with her crap.
He waited for Kensuke to unlock his door, which opened with a hiss.
Whatever he might have expected, his first glimpse inside left Touji floored. There, not three feet from the open threshold, was the German teen. He knew it was Asuka by the mane of golden-yellow hair, but really all he could see was her very attractive, and very naked, ass pointed towards him. She was bent over the back of a wooden chair, forcing her flushed rump high and her head low. Her ankles and wrists were bound to the bottom of the chair’s sturdy legs so she couldn’t straighten herself, and thick red rope encircled her, digging into her flesh around her breasts and up to bind her neck like some kind of harness. It didnt seem like it was meant to stop her from moving--the ropes down the chair’s legs did that very well already--but more for causing discomfort. She wore nothing save for the rope, leaving her puckered asshole and the hole his dick had been in not so long ago totally exposed.
There was a rather thick, penis shaped purple dildo stuffed into the redhead’s twat, which was copiously drooling clear slime and had been for a long time if the large smelly puddle beneath her was anything to go by. Even from this distance Touji could hear vibrator’s motor buzzing between her thighs, and see her body jerking in pleasure. She didn’t seem to notice the door opening, or was so lost in her pleasure that she didn’t care, rocking back and forth against the chair.
“Hmphh! Nmhhhg!”
“Enjoying yourself, Red?” Kensuke called out.
That was the first clue Asuka had that she was no longer alone. She turned her head towards the sound of his voice, but she couldn’t see them because of blindfold that covered her eyes. Nor could she say much due to the black rubber ball gag stuffed between her lips. Saliva flowed down her pretty chin in strands, neither as long now thick as the ones leaking out from her other end.
Toji remained frozen, silent. He realized Asuka had no idea he was there.
“What did I tell you, man? Look how wet that cunt is. She has no modesty left and is constantly horny.”
“Mnnnnh?” Even gagged it was clear the redhead had just asked a question. The blindfold made it impossible to see her eyes, but Toji could picture them wide and staring. Her body tensed against the ropes holding her, and suddenly she started struggling and crying out through her gag. “Mggghh! Mnnn!”
Asuka had not expected company, that much was clear. Kensuke strolled lazily to her side and used a hand to stroke her bare ass. “Naughty girl,” he said.
SLAP!
The smack was so loud it made even Toji jump. Asuka cried sharply, bucking against the chair as a red handprint swiftly started to appear on the pinkish flesh of her buttocks. She squirmed and whimpered, making a lot of noise through the gag that sealed her mouth. Nonetheless, Kensuke raised his hand to hit her again.
“What the hell are you doing, man?!” Touji hissed.
“Just punishing a bad girl who dropped my stuff.” Kensuke pointed. Puzzled, Touji looked down and only then saw the second vibrator, this one lying discarded on the floor. At first glance it seemed very different from the one rotating inside her cunt--a green, long slim probe consisting of six vibrating balls each bigger than the one before and ending in a rectangular base just after the largest ball.
“You know what the worst part is?” Kensuke looked at Touji over his shoulder as he spoke. He lowered his hand and sent a finger down to tease Asuka’s quivering asshole, forcing the slightly gaping orifice to spasm from the unnatural probing. “This slut actually asked me to train her asshole so it would stretch open and could take huge cocks in it. But now she is carelessly throwing her toys all over the place. That’s not cool. Not cool at all.” He pushed his finger in.
The redhead grunted while Touji gagged a bit as his best friend continued to slowly screw his finger deeper into the girl’s dirty hole. His other hand lifted to deliver another thunderous blow across the creamy ass cheeks.
“See? Bitch loves this stuff.” Kensuke pulled his fingers from the hole and bent to pick up the anal probe from the floor. Slowly, he ran the tip around the anus, teasing her with what was to come. “Don’t you, Red?”
Asuka made a noise, but it was hard to tell what it meant. The shake of her head was less ambiguous, though. In response Kensuke leaned forward with his mouth hovering over the hole and let a string of saliva loose to drip onto the sensitive opening.
"Just a little lubrication to help this slide all the way in,” Kensuke murmured huskily, running his finger around the wetness he had deposited before moving the probe in place. Asuka trembled and uttered a small whimper as the probe entered her anus.
One by one, the balls popped into her. Toji heard her moan a little louder each time. As her asshole distended, her hands clenched into fists and her breathing turned ragged. The ropes that held her ankles strained to keep her feet flat on the floor.
“That’s four Red, two more to go!” Kensuke stated as he moved the toy in a circle, literally screwing her with it.
“I don’t know if she can take anymore, man.” Touji stated somewhere behind them. He was flabbergasted, staring and feeling completely helpless.
“Her slutty ass wants this, so she’ll get used to it. Trust me.” With those words Kensuke once more pressed on the toy. The tip must have been deep inside her by now, and while her anus struggled, it did eventually swallow the next ball.
“Hmnggh!” Asuka moaned with a hint of pain into the gag.
“Man, it doesn’t look like she likes it,” Touji said, watching the girl’s bulging asshole strain to squeeze out its load.
“Nah, she loves it.” Kensuke tightened his grip on the probe, twisted it and pushed. The ball refused to go in without a fight, but eventually popped inside with some effort. The rubbery asshole closed like a circular mouth as it engulfed it, leaving only the probe’s base hanging outside.
“Mnnnnggghh!” Asuka groaned, shaking her head violently.
“You can’t take big cocks in your ass without some effort.” Kensuke patted her ass playfully.
“I-I think that’s enough, Ken,” Touji said. He watched the redhead’s butthole bulge and tremble--her whole body seemed to be shaking.
Kensuke looked back at him, but he didn’t seem very convinced. Then he shrugged. “Yeah….I guess so.”
Asuka’s anus looked so red and irritated that Toji had no idea how he could just ‘guess so’. In shock he watched as her asshole slowly pushed the big ball out while barely able to hold the next one in.
“It’s the hardcore stuff she loves so much. Without it she wouldn’t be able to get excited. It can be disturbing at times but that’s the way she is.” Kensuke’s palm slid between her legs, to rub against the drooling labia stuffed with the vibrator. His two fingers entered her pussy with a powerful thrust, searching out the balls on the other side of the thin membrane that separated vagina and rectum.
Asuka was unable to move, the bondage effective in keeping her open and available, and Kensuke began to masturbate her, pumping his fingers in her while using his other hand to fuck her raised ass with the probe. More saliva escaped her gagged mouth and ran down her chin. She looked like a nasty animal in heat.
Touji turned his eyes away, even though he knew that the redhead couldn’t see him and then he realized that they’d left the door open. Anyone who walked through the hall would see Asuka’s bare ass and pussy being groped by his friend. His hand took the handle, but he was stopped by Kensuke’s voice.
“Don’t close it, man. It turns that bitch on!” Kensuke said over his shoulder, his already completely slick fingers rubbing wetly against Asuka’s slit, tracing the firm lips.
Touji recalled her actions in the park, where she’d played him naked and then yelled at him until he fucked her, and he had to admit it did seem like the redhead was one heck of an exhibitionist. Besides, the way her pussy was leaking she HAD to like it.
Then, with the corner of his eye, he saw movement out on the hall. One of Kensuke neighbours was carrying a big bag of trash and was steadily walking down towards them on his way to the stairs. A few more steps and the bizarre scene taking place in Kensuke’s apartment would be exposed.
With his heart hammering in his throat, Touji quickly slammed the door shut. Frankly, he wasn’t even entirely sure if the neighbour didn’t catch a glimpse of exposed redhead with the corner of his eye before the door was shut.
"Would you just look at that, she’s like a freaking waterfall!" Kensuke didn’t seem to notice or care that his neighbor had been about to see him fingerbang the nude teen.
For a couple of minutes the only sound was Asuka‘s pants and grunts and the squishing sounds of Kensuke‘s hand grinding her hot, moist cunt back and forth. Fat globes of clear juices roped down the swollen, soaked lips.
Curling his finger, Kensuke pushed it deeper into her vagina. From what Touji recalled Asuka was tight, but now, looking from a distance, her stuffed cunt seemed huge and hanging very loose, able to easily fit Kensuke’s fingers and the vibrator while soaking wet.
Then, with a mighty yank, his friend pulled the balls from Asuka’s asshole, leaving her anus to gape after them as if it were some stinky fish’s mouth. Asuka grunted in relief, but only for a second before Kensuke shoved the anal probe inside her again, this time with more vigor.
“Ghhhuuuugh!” Asuka’s face was beet-red and she gasped as Kensuke continued to work her ass and pussy over. Touji could see her muscles twitching and squeezing, munching on his friends fingers and vibrator alike while her sphincter chewed on the probe.
Yet incredibly, despite being bound to the chair, after a short while her ass started vigorously pushing back against Kensuke’s hand. Saliva escaped Asuka’s opened lips, her breasts jiggling and bouncing. She was making so much noise--her grunts and moans almost as loud as the chair’s protesting squeaks.
Just when it looked like the horny redhead was about to cum, Kensuke’s hand stilled.
Asuka let out a frustrated whine but the fingers pulled out of her pussy anyway. She thrust her bottom hard against Kensuke, desperately trying to get him inside once again. It was such shameful behaviour from the once-proud school idol that even Touji felt embarrassed for her.
Kensuke lifted his wet hand high, and Touji could clearly see webs of Asuka’s juices between his fingers. His friend then slapped down against the exposed ass so hard it sounded like thunder. The redhead whimpered loudly, pulling uselessly at the ropes keeping her tied as her cheek turned bright crimson.
“Out of the way, Red. We need to do homework,” Kensuke said, wiping his moist hand on her thighs.
Touji heard the redhead whine through the gag even as she continued to wiggle her rear in the lewdest way imaginable, one cheek noticeably more colored than the other yet both equally perfect, round and firm, and the clam between them, spread by the dildo …
He bit his lip.
Asuka wasn’t going anywhere the way she was bound. Toji might be called stupid in school but even he could realize that. So did Ken. Rambling something about useless sluts under his nose, his friend grabbed the ropes crossing Asuka’s bare back and pulled.
The chair barely moved. Kensuke looked up at Touji.
“Come on, dude. Give me a hand, will you?”
“Why dont you just untie her?” Touji asked, reluctant to touch the redhead. Not because she was that disgusting, but because he wasn’t sure he could keep his hard-on in his pants if he were to feel her warmth against him.
“Do you know how long it took me to tie all those knots? And besides, if I did she’d be begging to tie her up again the rest of the night. I told you she’s hardcore.”
“It still seems … ” Touji hesitated, finding it doubtful that the proud redhead would enjoy being treated like a piece of furniture no matter what Kensuke said. And yet there she was.
“Stop being such a pussy, man. Just help me move this slut.” Kensuke tugged on the ropes and Asuka complained as the fibers dug against her flesh.
Touji rolled his eyes, but approached the bound girl anyway. He reached down, carefully trying to avoid touching her, and got a hold of the wooden chair frame underneath while Kensuke moved his hands to grab her under her arms. The redhead uttered a muffled whimpering noise as they lifted her and then carried her to the living room.
“Put her down by the table,” Kensuke panted.
Touji halted. “What the fuck for?”
“To keep an eye on her. She’s so horny now that she could do anything. Believe me I know. Now hurry up before my hands fall off.” Kensuke’s breathing was uneven and he was straining to hold up the girl.
They moved her next to the living room table, which more or less placed her in a corner. As they set her down the vibrator popped out of the pussy and rolled on the floor, but neither of them paid any attention to it.
“Man, you really need to work out,” Touji noted, watching his friend wipe the sweat of his brow.
Kensuke had a much easier time ignoring the naked mewling girl nearby as they sat on the table with their homework. It was a real challenge for Touji just to look away from her and focus on his notebook, and it seemed the harder he tried the more failed at it. Kensuke got a few answers right, but he couldn’t concentrate, preferring to watch instead how Asuka’s succulent ass wiggled from side to side. Her pussy dropped below the cheeks, a glistening jewel nestled between her thighs.
Any normal girl would have been ashamed to be seen like this, but Touji wasn’t sure about Asuka. She knew by now he was there yet made no effort struggling against her bonds or crying out or anything that gave a hint of reluctance. Remember how she’d come up to him on the court, he realized she probably wanted him to see her, to show off her body to him and make him want her too.
Well, it was working. His cock pressed so hard against the front of his pants that he didn’t know how the zipper could hold it in.
“What’d ya get for number 2?”
“Uh?” Touji turned his head and looked dumbly at his friend. Then he remember the homework. “Oh, I don’t know.”
Kensuke frowned. “Come on, man, concentrate.”
“Concentrate? How the hell can I concentrate with her ass staring me in the face!” Too angry for restraint, Touji sprung to his feet and slapped the swaying nude bottom in front of him, flattening the round buttocks under the powerful strike. Asuka cried and cursed into the gag, but the words were muffled and inoffensive. His hand stung as he looked down on it, and he caught sight of the enormous bulge in his pants.
It felt good to hit her, her the proud and arrogant slut who always insulted and called him a monkey--almost as good as fucking her. And fucking her was the best thing he ever did.
Breathing heavily, he tried to calm down even as his vision was filled with Asuka’s naked body. The redhead turned her head angrily towards him. Gagged and blindfolded, most of her face was hidden behind black rubber, her lips spread around the large ball that filled her mouth and glistening from the thick slobber leaking out. Above that her nostrils flared, and on either sides her cheeks were a bright crimson. But it was the fact that she couldn’t glare that made her seem so helpless, more even than the ropes and the gag and the dildos.
She’s such a tease, he thought, biting his lip. That ass … damn, why did she have to be so hot?
“I guess there’s only one way to solve this situation.” Kensuke got up and walked to Asuka, undoing the front of his own bulging pants as he went. “Have to give her what she wants.”
Toji was shocked. “W-what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” His cock popped out, thick and purple. “It’s what she wants. Isn’t that right, Red?” His hand smacked across her reddened ass. There was a pause, just long enough for Asuka to whimper sniffle, but then she nodded.
It wasn’t the first time Touji saw his friend’s penis--they showered together after gym class, of course, and they’d seen each other naked more than often enough in the locker rooms--but it was the first time he saw it at full hardness. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “She’s gagged. It’s not like she can say no.”
Now it was Kensuke’s turn to look annoyed. “ Just look at her, man. You want her to say it? Fine. Here!” He deftly worked the buckle that secured the gag and pulled it off. The rubber ball dripped with a web of saliva as it popped from the lips it had spent who-knew-how-many hours nestled in. “Tell him, Soryu.”
Asuka was too busy flexing her jaw and swallowing to say much of anything--or she was until Kensuke slapped her ass. Then she spoke, her voice low and raspy. “I … I love … it.”
“Really? You don’t sound like it.” Kensuke’s hand made a dull smacking sound as it painted her rear with another red print. The next blow was even louder.
“I said I love it!” Asuka shouted, spittle flying from her mouth. Her luscious bottom glowed crimson, but if anything the color made it more attractive. “I love it, dammit. Stop hitting me!”
Kensuke turned a smirk to Toji, then send a hand between Asuka’s thighs. “Do you want to fuck, Red?” he asked, roughly cupping her pussy.
“Yes!” The girl bucked against the chair. “And tell that monkey to get lost! I know it’s him. What the hell did you bring him for?”
“Homework,” Kensuke answered innocently.
“Fuck your homework!” Asuka thrashed so hard the whole chair seemed to lift off the floor. Every muscle in her naked body tensed and flexed, bulging against the ropes, and for a moment Touji feared she might tip the chair over.
“Manners, Red.” Kensuke stroked her ass, then slipped a pair of fingers into drooling snatch. “Remember this was your idea. Keep it up and you’ll stay like this all night.”
Asuka chewed on her lip, dipping her head slightly as her back arched, and it was obvious the touch pleasured her. The blindfold made her expression hard to read, but her body language, the hard flush on her skin and the fat drops dangling from her pussy left little doubt. Touji knew girls got wet when they were excited. He’d seen it in those movies he borrowed from Kensuke and read about it in magazines. It always meant they wanted sex, that they were hot and bothered and ready, often spreading themselves and sticking things inside those parted folds into their slits.
But even compared to those loose girls who posed naked and played with themselves in front of cameras for money, Asuka was flooded, her glistening sheath a pink rubber tunnel atop a streaming waterfall. She had to want it, and she had to want it bad.
“I never thought Hikari would be friends with a slut,” he murmured softly.
But not softly enough.
Asuka head jerked up. “What the fuck was that?” she spat, her mouth a snarl. “I’d rather be a slut than a dumb retarded monkey. You weren’t complaining I was a slut when you had your dick in my cunt. Fucking hypocrite!”
Toji’s anger flared. “Me? You were the one prancing around the court butt naked and throwing yourself against me! Having a strip game was your idea, and when you lost so was having sex!”
“Whoa!” Kensuke stepped in, holding his pants up with both hands but his penis remained flopping from the front. “You two had sex?”
It was then Touji realized he had never told his friend, or anyone else for that matter. Before he could own up to the deed, however, Asuka burst into laughter.
“Puh-lease!” she snorted. “You call that sex? You just shoved your thing in and started thrusting and panting like a stupid baboon until you came.”
“You came too!” Touji pointed out, growing furious and embarrassed. It had really all been her idea. He never would have done it if she hadn’t pushed him like she did, using her naked body to make him lose and then coming on to him so hard there was just no way he could refuse. For all her flaws she was still inordinately pretty and utterly naked. Just like she was now.
Only now she was tied down and blindfolded too. Touji wished she were still gagged as well. Few things this side of nails on a chalkboard could be as grating as her voice.
“I came,” Asuka admitted sharply, “but it wasn’t like I enjoyed it!”
“You did!” How could she have the nerve to deny it? He’d heard her moaning as she came, her pussy convulsing all around him. Of course she enjoyed it, dammit. She wouldn’t have cummed if she didn’t.
Asuka started laughing. “You are pathetic,” she snorted. “I would have enjoyed it more if you shoved the basketball in my cunt. I was horny, and you were just a dick I found.”
Touji ground his teeth. His hands were fists and he really wanted to pound her with them until that pretty face was reduced to swollen pulp. He knew she was bad, she had to be given the sort of rumors about her, but never like this. It was all her fault, all her idea. He hadn’t thought for a moment when he walked onto that court that he’d end up fucking. She was the one who came to him, goaded him, made him fuck her.
Kensuke clearly agreed with him, but he was thinking of a different sort of pounding. Before Touji could think of something to reply to the redheaded slut, Kensuke placed himself behind her and taken a hold of her hips. He lined his broad penis head with her soggy entrance and pushed in with a single stroke.
“Mnnnnnnnghhh!” Asuka’s laughter turned into a long, drawn-out moan.
It was soon followed by the steady sound of flesh slapping on flesh as Kensuke began thrusting in and out of her, his thick pole now glistening with her wetness. Touji could only stare dumbstruck at the real-life porn movie unfolding before his eyes. Beneath the blindfold, Asuka’s face was pure ecstasy. Her mouth gaped open, her tongue lolling out with each moan and loud pant. Her naked body arched upwards like a cat, rising on slender toes that clawed at the floor below while her hands braced tightly against the chair’s wooden seat until her knuckles turned white. Each powerful thrust seemed to send a ripple through her, flattening her buttocks, compressing her spine and setting her pink-tipped tits to jiggling back and forth from her chest.
He’d always thought Asuka had small boobs, but it was much harder to tell when they moved like that. His mouth grew dry, and it was very hard looking away. Other parts were hard too.
“GUGH!” Asuka grunted in time with the meaty slaps on her buttocks. “FFFFUCK! Ugh! Ughhhhhgh!” Her legs bowed out slightly, spreading her thighs some more for the pistoning member assaulting her.
Kensuke responded by quickening his pace, his face red and clenched. “Yeah,” he groaned, “you love that don’t you, Red?”
Asuka made a noise like a growly moan, loud and animalistic. Her head sank between her shoulders, hair spilling over like a tide of orange-red silk. The panting grew in intensity just as the smacking sounds did, each punctuated by the wet sloshing and sucking emanating from her pussy.
“See?” Kensuke grunted. “Bitch loves it.” He released a hand from her waist and delivered a pair of sharp slaps to her reddened rump like someone egging on a horses. “Come on, stop lazying around, you sloth. Put some effort into it.”
It didn’t seem possible to Touji, but the bound girl actually started shoving her ass back to meet Kensuke. The chair squeaked and creaked in protest, and all around the ropes dug even deeper into soft flesh.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, Red!” Kensuke grunted excitedly.
“UgggHHHH!” Asuka moaned, her mouth wide open beneath the blindfold. Her pelvis was crashing backwards to meet his thrusting hips so hard it looked like a sweaty blur. “UGH! UUUUGHHH! FFFFFUK!”
The noises she made, those wild animal sounds more suitable for the zoo than a teen girl, were nearly as arousing as the sight of her bent and naked and fucked from behind. Sweat glistened from every inch of her body, all of it exposed.
“I think Touji likes seeing you like this, Red.” Kensuke’s own hips were moving at a frantic pace, his cock vanishing between the meaty folds of her wet cunt.
“Fff-Fuck that monkey!” Asuka panted. Her pussy clenched, her hands clutching the seat’s edge until it seemed her nails would start digging into the wood. “Fuck him. Couldn’t please anyone with that pathetic cock.”
Touji’s blood boiled at that comment. He knew the girl loved it when he fucked her. Yet here she was, with a waterfall of her sex juices rolling down to the floor and her cunt stuffed full of dick, and still insulting him.
“Yeaaaah, that’s a real man. Nothing like monkey’s toothpick,” Asuka moaned and started to get into a faster rhythm. “Uggggghm, ughh, ugghhh!”
Touji had heard enough.
“I’ll show you!” He moved before he even knew what he was going to do. Kensuke made a surprised grunt as his taller, stronger friend suddenly shoved him aside. As he staggered backwards his manhood flopped around, wet and dripping, leaving behind the distended soaking hole it had just been inside.
“Hey, man what the--”
Touji wasted no time with explanations. Grabbing the redhead’s hips, he lined his massive tool up with her wet slit, now in reality more like a ribbed pink cave, and he pushed the purple helmet-shaped head inside.
“What the hell?” Only then did the slut seemed to realize her partners had changed. She whipped her head back, as if to look over her shoulder, but before she could open her mouth to protest in that awful grating tone of hers Touji jerked himself forward. She wrapped all around him like meat glove, though no glove could ever be so wet and warm, and cried out when he hit bottom. “GGGGyyyyahhh!”
Touji grit his teeth to stifle a moan as her muscular walls grasped his shaft tightly. It seemed impossible that she could seem so loose and then feel so good. Suddenly he’d hit bottom, his head pressing into the squishy mouth of her cervix deep, deep within her. He could feel her womb give away before him, flattening and opening to accept him as she muttered a new cry.
“Gggghhu--ghhh!” her breathing hissed out, half a moan and half a scream.
“That deep enough for you, Red?” He couldn’t help taunting her. For all the insults and all the words, it was clear who was in charge here, and he wasn’t even all the way in. His hands tightened around her waist like an iron circle, preventing her from moving. Fingers dug into her flesh so hard he might have ripped her apart just then. When he began to pull back he did it with agonizing slowness, making her feel every inch of her impalement, and then, as she sagged in relief, swung his hips forward and shoved himself fully into her overstuffed twat once again.
Asuka mumbled something utterly incoherent in response. Slippery and slimy she might be, but he was still huge. Her hot tunnel expanded and stretched to accommodate his girth, which in turn caused her grip on him to increase, and when he reached her cervix it seemed to just open up for him, suckling on his head like a pair of wet lips. It was too much, and he finally released a loud moan. Asuka’s body became stiff as a board beneath him, muscles clenched from head to dainty toes. Her jaw was hanging down wide, a series of moans, grunts and groans echoing across the room. Drool and snot dangled from her face, while a torrent continued gushing between her legs.
He pulled back again, his massive tool glistening from her thick honey. She gasped, then grunted when he shoved it in. This time he didn’t linger and quickly began rocking his hips, driving his pelvis back and forth. Her wet firm buttocks flattened with each stroke, sending a spray of sweat in all directions and growing red until they glowed with a crimson heat. The smacking noise of meat on meat exploded with the girl’s moans, rising higher and louder.
“GGGhhagghh-p-please … oh g-god! Uuughhh! FFFFFFuuck! Please!”
Her pleads were music to Touji’s ears--and much sweeter than her taunts. He wanted to make her beg and cry his name and apologize. And he was going to fuck her ‘till she did. She deserved nothing less.
He was so blinded by lust and anger that he didn’t notice Kensuke standing next to him and urging him on. “That’s it, man, show that bitch.” His friend moved over to Asuka head and held up his cock. The same cock he’d just been using to fuck her. It shone with her juices and leaked his from the tip. “Suck me off, Red. It’s what you are good at.”
Bouncing like she was, the naked girl couldn’t have never done it even if she had been able to see it, which she couldn’t. Her head jerked violently up and down to the rhythm of Touji’s powerful thrusts from behind. Kensuke lost his patience. He grabbed her bobbing head by the hair and pulled her drooling mouth down on him. Asuka took him in like a child accepting some candy, her lips welding around his thickness. She didn’t need to be told to suck, she did all on her own, and if she cared that it tasted like her own pussy she gave no hint.
Meanwhile, Touji had picked up his pace. With dicks in front and behind, Asuka was effectively trapped, her cunt pounded by one and her mouth servicing another. Touji had never seen something so repulsive, nor felt anything so arousing. The haughty Asuka was like a doll, a piece of meat, a hole.
She’s good for something at least, Touji thought. He was getting closer, his orgasm building in his balls. Up at the front, Kensuke had silenced the naked girl, turning her wild noises into soft sucking and slurping sounds. Who would have ever imagined the best way to shut her up was a cock? He much preferred her like this than her usual self.
"Slut!" Touji grunted, releasing her waist and squeezing his hands around her buttocks like soft basketballs. "Fucking horny bitch!”
“G-gott…..it’s sooo big!” Asuka gasped out when Kensuke’s dick popped like a cork from between her swollen lips. Then she was nursing on him again, slurping the flow of saliva. Her cheeks sank as her face turning into a human vacuum cleaner.
The furious pounding had opened her noticeably, the tightness easing as her cunt distended and relaxed, then rippling when the muscles clenched again. His testicles tingled, girding themselves up, and he knew he was close to coming inside of her.
Feeling his upcoming orgasm, Touji’s hips smacked against her even harder, pillowed only by those round mounds that formed her jiggling ass cheeks.
"Guys, lets see who can cum first, alright?" Kensuke said. Like Touji, he was balls deep in the naked girl.
Neither of the other two teens paid any attention to him. Touji continued fucking and Asuka continued sucking. They were both at the edge now, straining and twisting, their breathing ragged, their faces flushed, their entire bodies sweating. The chair creaked with outrage below them.
It was no surprise given the two-pronged assault that Asuka came first. Her pussy convulsed from stretched opening to rubbery womb, gripping Touji’s shaft like a hand and expelling a torrent of tangy juice around their copulating genitals like a pressure hose. A loud gurgling whimper escaped her, but Kensuke pushed deep in her throat and she gagged on his tool. Denied the outlet of crying out her pleasure only seemed to enhance it. Her body jerked spasmodically against her bonds, her eyes rolling back in her head. All the while her pussy kept its grip, which just made the fucking better.
Kensuke came second, pulling his cock out from her slobbering maw and, still holding her head up by the hair, shot his sticky white load over her face. String of smelly cum clung to her features, her nose and cheeks and lips, and dangled from her chin like white glue. She didn’t seem to care, or even notice. By then she had gone limp and quiet. Her pussy released its grip, but it was too late to save her.
“Ggggrrrr!” Touji clenched his teeth and roared as it took him a few more of hard thrusts, slapping loudly against her buttocks before he plastered his seed inside her, his throbbing member shooting thick jets of white stuff right at the mouth of her cervix. His hips slammed forward, pushing harshly through the lipped opening, forcing it further into her body and delivering the last spurts of cum straight to her womb. He could all but feel her filling up with his semen.
When he finally pulled back, panting and spent, most of the cum followed along with him like a thick gelatinous ooze pouring from a leaky pipe, rolling out in globs and strings which stubbornly connected them together. Asuka’s own juices were everywhere, and the mixture of their fucking had made a large puddle on the floor.
Afterward, Asuka had no strength to hold herself up. Her arms failed and she just lay bent over the back of the chair like a towel while Kensuke set about untying her.
“See, told you?” he said to Touji. “She loves it.”
Trying to catch his breath, Touji tucked his limp penis inside his track pants, still dripping wet. It would stain his underwear but what else was he supposed to do?
Kensuke had an answer: when the last rope was removed from the exhausted girl’s ankles he started stripping down to his skin. “It’s just going to get dirty,” he explained, then grabbed Asuka’s hair and lifted her head, which was still thickly smeared with cum and totally slack. It was hard to tell if she was even conscious. Clumps of her bangs stuck to the blindfold, which was wrinkled and wet with tears. “Had enough, Red?”
The naked redhead groaned tiredly, her shoulders tensing as she tried to use her arms to push herself off the chair’s backrest. She couldn’t manage even that. Kensuke took her by the arm and straightened her up. As soon as her weight went on her knees her legs crumpled under her like paper. Despite everything that happened between them, Touji still hurried to catch her.
Asuka knew it was him. “M-monkey,” she muttered vaguely, “I dun need your help.”
“Put her on the table, man,” Kensuke suggested. “She’ll just make a big mess on the floor.”
“She’ll make a mess anywhere, just look at her.” Asuka’s body was beginning to slide down so he propped her back against him, his arms around her waist. She tried to fight him off, mumbling, but it was a feeble effort.
“Table, man. Lay her on her stomach.” Kensuke picked up their homework.
Seeing no better option, Touji laid the partly unconscious girl on the table. She moaned faintly, then turned on her side and curled her naked form into a tight little ball, so adorable he almost forgot who she was and what they’d just done to her. It didn’t take too long before she started leaking the lukewarm remnants of his seed on the table, though, and then he remembered.
“She can’t hold anything in,” Kensuke pointed out. “I doubt she even tries.”
The ropes had left scorching red bands on her wrists and ankles, cut so deep the skin was sunken. He didn’t notice it before, but now that he looked her hands and feet were both a lot more purple than the rest of her.
“How long was she … like that?” Touji asked, starting to feel the familiar twist of remorse in his gut.
“Since the morning. I was at school all day, remember?”
Touji shot him an incredulous look. “For real? You left her like that?” He frowned. “She coulda gotten hurt!”
Before his friend could answer a growly moan from the table brought their attention to the naked girl on it. Asuka struggled to push herself up on one arm, rubbing her wet thighs together as she did and fumbling with the blindfold that still covered her eyes. “Don’t …” her voice was thick, raspy, “don’t … pretend you care.” A string of coughing made her bare chest heave. Pink-nippled teats jiggled into motion.
With trembling fingers she found the buckle that secured the blindfold and worked it loose. The slab of black leather fell off, revealing a pair lidded, very blue and very bloodshot eyes underneath. The tears were long dry, but they’d left their tracks. Even so, when she glared up at Touji she tried to seem defiant and failed miserably, what with all the cum dangling on her face. She raised her hands to wipe the worst of it away, shifting her weight to avoid sitting on the probe wedged in her ass. Her hair was a tousled mess, sticking to her anywhere it touched skin, which happened to be everywhere. She made no effort to cover her nudity. She seemed not to care about it in the slightest, just as Kensuke nearby didn’t care that she could see him naked from the waist down, his dick swinging between his legs.
Touji couldn’t stand the look of her. “I should go.” He grabbed his bag and shoved his notebook into it.
“But we are not finished,” Kensuke insisted.
“I think I am,” he said, already on his way to the door. He’d grabbed the knob when Asuka’s voice called out from behind him.
“Pussy!”
That made him stop and turn, looking back at her from the door. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.” She rose to her knees atop the table, fully exposed to his eyes. “I might be the only girl here, but you are the biggest pussy. What’s the matter? You are not a virgin anymore, and you never will be again. Act like a man.”
“I just acted like a man,” Touji shouted back, pointing. “The proof is leaking out of ya!”
Gritting her teeth, Asuka climbed to her feet and managed to stay upright this time, if only just. She might have charged at him, but Kensuke grabbed her by the arm.
“Lay off him, Red,” he told the naked girl. “Why don’t you go take a shower? You stink.”
Asuka wrenched free, staggering sideways from the violent motion and nearly ending up on her ass. There was fury on her red face, but then her head dropped and her shoulders slumped. She went shuffling awkwardly towards the bathroom on bowed legs and dragging feet. As she disappeared, Touji saw her reach back to grab the probe’s base sticking between her buttocks. She didn’t bother closing the door behind her.
After she was gone Kensuke turned back to him. “Now let’s finish our homework.”
Touji raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you put your pants on first?”
“Nah.”
**
Somehow they got through their homework without seeing Asuka again. The redhead spent a lot of time in the bathroom, and before long Touji’s remorse go the better of him and he once again tried to excuse himself. This time Kensuke didn’t try to stop him.
He could hardly sleep that night. Tossing and turning restlessly, he decided to give himself a little relief and imagined his hand was Asuka’s soft, warm pussy, though no amount of imagining could really live up to the real thing.
The next morning neither Kensuke nor Asuka showed up to school. Touji had a good idea what they were doing instead. Shinji was there, looking miserable like he always did lately, and even Rei had returned, sitting in her usual seat by the window. She’d been missing a lot of school all of a sudden. Not many people seemed to notice or care.
Touji dropped into the empty chair next to Shinji. His friend barely even raised his head. The bruises Asuka had given were fading, but something else definitely bothered him. He wondered if maybe there was something else wrong with him. Shinji wasn’t talking, though, and he knew better than to pry.
Class was a bore, like always. Old men droned on and on, Hikari bowed and ordered everyone else to do the same. Between bouts of standing and sitting Touji distracted his attention any way he could, which mostly involved thinking lewd thoughts about Asuka--about touching her naked body and banging her and having her suck his cock and splurging down her throat until she choked on it. Somehow he managed to stay awake.
After class, Hikari approached him with a stack of papers. “I need you to give these to Aida,” the Class Rep. said. “Asuka too. She’s staying with him now, right?”
He tried to sound casual. “I guess. You know I don’t exactly keep up with her.”
“That’s what Aida said yesterday--that she was staying with him now. I’m not sure if he was being serious. I mean, I know she and Shinji had a fight. But ...” She looked around. Her voice dropped. “Well, if she needed a place to stay why wouldn’t she come to me? We are friends, after all.”
Touji shrugged. A part of him still wanted to refuse, but the part that had spent hours obsessing over a certain redhead eagerly agreed. Of course, he’d never tell Hikari the truth.
“I’ll take ‘em,” he told Hikari, not daring to meet her eyes. “Gotta swing by his place anyway.”
And so, against his better judgement, he made his way back to Kensuke’s apartment.
The front door was unlocked, which should have surprised him but didn’t. He walked inside, calling out as he removed his shoes and dropped his book bag besides them. He’d barely made it three steps when he heard moaning coming from the bedroom. That didn’t surprise him either.
Easing the bedroom door open, he saw Kensuke lying back in bed with his head resting on his arms. He was completely naked, the same as the girl kneeling between his legs and whose red head bobbed steadily up and down on his dick. She seemed intent on making as much noise as possible, filling the room with the now-familiar slurping sounds of a good blowjob. When he noticed Touji standing there, his friend grinned and tapped Asuka’s head. She rolled her eyes in his direction and the bright blues narrowed, but she never stopped sucking.
She really has no shame, Touji thought. Being found like this … she doesn’t care.
That made him both angry and horny. He watched silently for several long moments until Kensuke pushed Asuka’s head back. Grunting, he shot his load all over the girls face, just as he had the night before. Asuka let out a moan when each spurt landed on her, but otherwise took his load with a frozen expression. Afterwards she used her hands to scoop up the cum from her face into her mouth and licked her messy fingers clean. Kensuke then pushed her off his bed and towards Touji.
Rather than just walk over to him, Asuka got down on her hands and knees and crawled. He wanted to yell at her and shove her off, but when she cupped his groin and started to rub him he couldn't stop her no matter how angry he felt. The perverted redhead pulled down his track pants and boxers unopposed, to reveal his partially erect penis. Her hand began stroking him, and her mouth joined in to kiss and drape her tongue all along his length, which was soon sticking out in front of him like a flagpole.
Her tongue was just too talented to resist, and her mouth was so wet and warm as she took him in, sealing her lips around his throbbing girth. He noticed with an odd sense of pride that while she could deep-throat his friend easy enough, she struggled to swallow more than half of his tool.
But still the naked redhead kept sucking his dick intently, with a lustful determination he could have never guessed she had. She rode up and down on his shaft, and with each down stroke seemed to take him in a little more. Her mouth tightened around him just like her pussy had when he fucked her, while she used a hand to weld a ring on his base and the other to fondle his great sack of balls. Touji was helpless against this steaming onslaught, and before he knew it his hips were bucking forward of their own accord, swinging into her face. A river of saliva ran down Asuka’s chin, and going by the volume of her noises she had apparently decided to be as loud as possible.
“Mmmmnnm, mmmnm, mmmmm …” Her speed increased, but her lips remained so tight her whole face seemed to stretch when she pulled back.
Her mouth was a good as her cunt, Touji had to give her that. Unfortunately, being new to sex in general and her great oral skill in particular, he didn't last very long. Hardly five minutes had passed before he sent his first load down her throat. She gulped it down with some effort, and the loads that followed, each smaller than the last until there was no more.
When he finally pulled away, she wiped her mouth with the back of a hand and looked up at him. Her face remained set, but her eyes brimmed in sullen resignation. He felt guilty then. The feeling didn’t last.
“I see you are getting used to her,” Kensuke said, rising from the bed. “I told you, she’s insatiable.”
She was, and before he knew it she’d all but ripped his clothes off, and even though she clearly wanted him that didn’t stop her insults. If anything they grew louder and more vicious. Under such circumstances there was only one thing he could do. He seized her roughly by the hair and shoved her onto the bed.
“That hurt, you bastard,” she groaned, rubbing her scalp.
“You talk too much, Red.” Now completely nude, Touji climbed on top of her, pinning her down with his hands at her shoulders. She tried writhing away from him, making a show of protest, but his cock quickly found the sopping slit between her legs. “I’ll make you shut your mouth once and for all!”
The rest of that night was a blur of sex between between the three of them, taking turns fucking her or having her suck their dicks. When Kensuke finally went down for the night, Touji found himself fucking the girl on her sleeping bag. Her legs spread high and wide around his shoulders while he pounded her on her back. She gasped, moaned and clutched at her bedding with desperately frantic strength. He’d lost count of how many times he’d cum inside her by then, but his seed was now just a watery trickle and it hurt when he spasmed to ejaculate.
Asuka didn’t even respond. She laid there splayed without an ounce of shame left in that slender naked body, panting and staring up blinking as he pulled out. Her pussy was a bloated, red thing, swollen and leaking a thick yellowing paste, the smelly mix of all their secretions. Too tired to do much of anything else, he collapsed on top of her and her warm body became his bed for the night.
He went to school the next day. Neither Asuka nor Kensuke went with him. Around lunch time Kensuke called him to see if he wanted to come over again.
Touji agreed, although reluctantly. He had to admit that deep down he didn’t want to do the things he was doing, but his body … he didn’t understand. It was like an addiction and Asuka’s cunt was just the fix he needed.
From his own experience in the basketball court he knew that Asuka had no problem fucking outdoors, but it still came as a shock when he climbed the steps to Kensuke’s apartment and found the completely naked redhead bent over the railing. Kensuke was giving it to her from behind right in front of his front door. His pants bunched down to his ankles, his chest as bare as Asuka’s. Anyone could have come by and seen them at it, and they were making so much noise it was a miracle the whole block hadn’t turned out by now.
Stepping closer, Touji realised that Kensuke was really, literally fucking her ass, because his friend’s penis was not in Asuka’s pussy like he’d expect but rather mercilessly spearing into the tiny mouth of her asshole. Despite what must have been some extreme tightness, Kensuke’s cock had no difficulty grinding in and out as his hips smacked the spread buttocks before them with glee. Judging from the redhead’s lustful crimson face, he wasn’t the only one enjoying it.
Once more Touji wondered how someone who showed such a haughty and arrogant attitude to everyone around her could end up being such a pervert.
Her orgasm was loud as ever. Blue eyes shot wide and rolled up, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, obviously not caring if anyone heard her. Her pussy clenched and unclenched as the current of sticky honey came out of it and was quickly followed by a stream of yellow liquid. Touji wrinkled his nose; even from a distance he could smell her piss.
The flowing stream swayed under her like a water hose as Kensuke continued to thrust into her rear entrance. Touji stared mutely, shocked that the prideful redhead had not only pissed herself in public while having anal sex but that she did not even try to clench it down. Instead, the naked girl squatted herself down a little more and let her bladder go fully. The stream splashed messily against the concrete between her bare feet. Kensuke held out a few minutes longer, shoving his hips frantically back and forth and grunting like mad, before shooting his sperm up Asuka’s bunghole.
After he was finished blowing his load, their two sweaty bodies separated and large amounts of cum slowly dripped from the girl’s swollen anal ring. Then they finally noticed Touji, and neither showed any sort of shame. Why would they? It seemed like this behavior was becoming the rule rather than the exception. A new normal.
He only had Asuka twice that day, reaming her from behind against the kitchen counter while she made sandwiches and then again on all fours when watching her prance around naked became too much. Both times he blew his load inside her and felt really bad afterwards for no reason he understood, but she just told him off and called him stupid for being concerned even when she looked more like she wanted to cry.
It rained the next day, crappy weather for going to school so Touji didn’t. He’d rather be somewhere else anyway. Nobody answered when he rang the bell at Ken’s place, but the door was unlocked and he went in. Surprisingly, for once, he wasn’t greeted by the redhead’s bare butt as she pranced around in her birthday suit like an indecent nymph. He wasn’t greeted by anyone.
Touji called their names. No answer. He checked the bedroom and kitchen to no avail and wondered where they could have gone. Not to school, that was for sure.
Deciding to get out of his wet clothes and find something to dry himself with, he headed to the bathroom. There he found Asuka. He also discovered the reason why she couldn’t answer him.
Naked as always, she lay on her back across the tiled floor. Her hands were bound behind her with heavy red rope. A connecting rope ran up behind Asuka’s neck, forcing her arms into a very uncomfortable position that left both fists somewhere between her shoulder blades. Her legs were tied too, folded back on themselves with her ankles strapped to the tops of her thighs.
The ropes dug into her body’s soft flesh with painful tightness, but they were only the start. Two heavy-looking nipple clamps imprisoned her stiff nipples, connected with a light steel chain. The clamps were wide and flat, resembling the sort normally used for holding together stacks of paper, and so large they easily held Asuka’s pink tips entirely crushed between the slabs of unyielding metal. To keep her silent, Kensuke--because who else could have done this?--had stuffed a pair of panties in her mouth and sealed them with tape, while a strange handle protruded from her asshole. Her creamy skin was covered in a few red marks and even some bruises, no doubt the result of yet another wild night.
The nipples were starting to grow purple, which made Touji a little worried. He knew by now that she loved this stuff, but still it felt weird to see her endure such agony just for the sake of pleasing her fetish.
After some hesitation, Touji pulled off the tape and removed the panties from her mouth. Asuka was in no mood to thank him.
“What the hell are you doing here, monkey?”
“Where’s Kensuke?” he asked, trying to ignored her rudeness.
“How the fuck should I know?” Her voice was pure hatred. “Are you stupid? That bastard tied me like this and left.”
“Don’t call me stupid.” He felt like hitting her, and he felt even more like fucking her. The way she was tied, he could see her cunt gaping, the lips wrinkled and loose. Her pubic hair just above the entrance was fuzz, with the outline of what had been a heart before more hair started growing around it. She must have done it herself, he figured, to attract men.
“I’ll call you any damn thing I want!” Asuka yelled back, wriggling against the ropes.
“No, you won't.” He knew how to shut her up now. He dropped his pants, but instead of fucking her pussy right away he went to straddle her face, his cock dragging hotly across her face.
Asuka glared up at him, a useless gesture given the situation. He pressed his swollen cockhead against her sealed lips and for an instant it seemed like she would refuse. He noticed a reluctant sort of disgust on her face, which felt out of place given where they were and all she’d already done. Then her mouth finally opened.
Touji moaned as he pushed his penis into her warm cavity, feeling her lips wrap around him. At school the rumors said she was a skilled cocksucker, a real pro, but they really didn’t do her justice.
Asuka closed her eyes, but the inches kept coming. Touji’s member slid right in, and before he realize it he felt his head touch against the opening of her throat. That made her gag and squirm helplessly, which brought a pleasant sense of satisfaction. The nastier the noises the better it felt. His hands holding her head tightly, he started to pull out. Asuka coughed as she tried to fill her lungs, only to find her mouth and throat impaled by Touji again and again. The back of her throat would reflexively push back on the head of his cock when she gagged, stimulating the crown that lay deep in her. She became noisier and more desperate by the second, her face darkening from the lack of air.
Before he could cum--and before she could choke--he took his shaft out.
“I-Idiot!” Asuka hacked, phlegm and saliva flying from her mouth. “That was too deep, I couldn’t breathe!”
Touji ignored her and quickly shed his wet clothes. Leaving them on the floor, naked, he kneeled down between her legs and lined himself up on her slit. He wasted no time with foreplay and just shoved inside her, his cock stretching her wet pussy as it penetrated the well-used channel. Pained gasps escaped her lips, but when he began stroking they swiftly turned to moans.
With anyone else he might have started slow, but somehow he knew self-restraint would be completely lost on the wanton redhead. Still inside her twat, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor. She was like a doll, her arms and legs folded back behind her, and he meant to treat her like one. He propped her up on his lap, tightening his grip on her body. Their naked fronts pressed together, bared chests and nipples rubbing.
Asuka‘s channel spasmed around him as he flexed his groin. He felt her clench and twitch while his member throbbed and pushed outward on her soft walls. Her delicious liquid heat seeped onto him like a drug and urged him on.
Then Touji struggled to stand up, holding the naked redhead by her butt close to him. Asuka grunted,her feet nearly touching her head, while the change in position forced Touji‘s cock a bit more deeply into her.
“Ugh … ugh … put me down you fuck!” she groaned between moans. “Put me down!”
“Make me,” Touji replied. Then he stood up, carrying her as if she were nothing more than some child. She was surprisingly light, and loud.
“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled.
Touji shifted his hands, his grip loosening on her waist. She slid down suddenly.
“NOOOOO! Don’t drop me!”
He wasn’t about to. He leaned back so she could support herself on him and used his hands to grasp her buttocks, fingers digging painfully into the soft hot cheeks. His muscles tensed up from the effort of lifting the bound redhead up, groaning, but all the while his penis remained embedded in her cunt. Her own weight and gravity ensured it stayed there.
The redhead‘s grasping vagina seemed to come alive on him, rippling like a clenching hand while more groans escaped her lips. She shuddered in his arms, more bound and helpless than she’d ever been before.
“O-oh, G-g-gott!” she cried out as he started bouncing her up and down on his penis, but there wasn’t a single thing she could do to stop him. “Ugh, ugh, g-gott …”
Viciously, Touji pumped her pussy with his cock, his hips driving the pole in and out rapidly, while her nude body jerked to and fro. The electric toothbrush inside her anus swung precariously with each bounce, but it was stuffed too deep to fall out.
When he started to feel her slipping he adjusted his hands beneath her, grabbing of her flushed ass cheeks without ever letting up. The chain between the nipple clamps jiggled, forcing the flat metal ends to pull on her buds with each thrust as they rose and fell. Her slick face quickly turned a fantastic shade of red.
The half-German girl tried to protest, but the air was knocked out of her lungs when Touji forcefully shoved her body against the wall, trapping her between it and himself. Now she really had no escape, no way to get away, and he had no intention of stopping until he’d fucked the annoying redhead senseless.
Spreading Asuka’s butt cheeks apart, he plunged his shaft deep into the vulnerable tunnel, hitting bottom and retreating only to slam back in with a brutal rhythm. The naked teen trembled, and with each stroke the erect flesh of her abused nipples seemed to grow stiffer and her cunt wetter. She gasped for air against his shoulder, her backside bouncing off the wall.
By now they were both soaked in sweat, their heated flesh making sloppy noises as their bodies banged against each other. Each violent thrust extracted a new gush from between her legs, the juice seemingly getting everywhere, but neither of them cared. Just like neither cared how loudly they were panting and grunting.
Pressing fully into her, slithering their naked fronts together, Touji could feel the clamps and the chain that tormented her small but succulent teats. He used his hands to lift her up, sliding her along his length, only to drop her once again.
“UUuuughg!” Amidst the strangled cries, his helmet-shaped head repeatedly squashed the entrance of her cervix, mashing it down with impaling force and grinding it deeper inside her. Unlike before, it did not open to accept him but resisted.
For ten minutes, he pumped in and out of her without restraint, fucking the once proud girl into submission. Asuka’s bare butt was as bruised and battered as her pussy from the constant slamming and rubbing against the wall, and she had gone limp like a rag doll. When she came it was with a silent scream, her mouth and eyes wide. Her bound arms and legs jerked involuntarily against the ropes as her cunt clenched and gushes its thick cream, then the storm passed. She seemed to melt in his chest, whimpering softly while the toothbrush lodged in her ass clattered to the floor.
His own orgasm exploded with a roar and a jet of hot semen, followed by grunts as more sticky white stuff spurted into her. Her warm, moist insides clamped on his ejaculating penis instinctively with new strength even though the rest of her was just a floppy mass of sweat-stained flesh.
Soaked and panting, he rested against her, sandwiching her to the wall and feeling the pussy muscles spasm, still milking and holding onto his softening cock.
“Quite a ride, eh, Red?” he hissed in her ear. “Your pussy wants more. Never knew you were so hungry for my cum.”
She stirred, sliding down and forcing him to adjust his grip on her ass. “F-fuck you …” she whispered in a scratchy voice.
For that he carried her over to the tub and dumped her inside.
“You look worn out, Red,” Touji said. “Freshen up a little.” Then he turned on the water. Asuka screeched as the cold blast hit her face and chest, thrashing wildly but unable to get away. She was like a fish in a bowl. When she started coughing Touji turned the water off and climbed in after her, seizing her by the arm and twisting her around.
“B-bastard!” the redhead blubbered as he shoved her down so her face touched the bottom of the tub and her ass stuck up high, a succulent offering impossible to deny. Her cunt was a frothy mess, oozing the gallons of seed he’d just pumped into her, her labia big and swollen and wrinkled from overuse. It was disgusting, but it made him hard once again nonetheless. Knowing she couldn’t defend herself even if she wanted to excited him. Here was the proud obnoxious Asuka, now just a meat toy. His meat toy. His drug.
She’s making me do this, he thought angrily. She made me addicted to her body. She made me want it. Ever since she fucked me on the court.
Touji clenched his teeth at the memory and decided not to let her off so easily. Once wasn’t enough for her anyway. He grabbed her roughly around the waist with both hands, ignoring her fainted protests as he rammed his full length in her again. Soon enough the protests became new moans, sung to the tune of the familiar slap-slap-slap, and he had to admit that it was quite a pleasant noise.
He’d lost all sense of time when Kensuke finally arrived home and found him still fucking the redhead in the tub, water and juice splashing everywhere.
“I see you two are having fun,” his friend said, showing not the least bit of surprise. “Don’t take long. I brought food.”

**
Regardless of what Kensuke said, or what his monkey friend might think, Asuka was not having fun. She’d put up with this under threat, but her patience was wearing thin. And her endurance.
Kensuke made the rules clear from the start, when he tied her to the chair and said he planned to bring Touji over and let him fuck her. From then on, Asuka was to be sexually available for them at all times, and they could use any of her three holes whenever they wanted. At first she didn’t think monkey boy would catch on. He was just too prudish and too much of a virgin. She had been wrong.
Asuka wondered what he would say if he knew the truth. That Kensuke was forcing her into this against her will, and that if she didn’t get Touji to fuck her at least once a day she would be punished. She wondered what he would do if she were to simply yell no and cry rape. Would be stop? Would he believe her? Judging by the way things were going neither one was likely. Only the sex itself seemed to matter in their lives now.
She had no choice, of course. At least the sex was good, monkey or not. Almost as good as Musashi’s. And Touji was bigger, angrier. He hated her, and it told in the way he fucked her. Luckily, Asuka had come to crave and love wild, angry sex. That alone made the horrible sense of humiliation bearable. She liked insulting him when they did it, but in truth not as much as she liked his massive cock in her twat, and if she closed her eyes she could nearly forget whose it was.
Between the monkey’s constant visits and Kensuke’s perversions, she spent most of the next week locked up in the apartment, and always naked.
In the morning Kensuke would wake her up and have her suck on his dick while he used toilet, cumming in her mouth and, if she failed to swallow it all, making her wipe him. When it was her turn, she would sit on the toilet with the door open so he could look in on her any time he wanted. More often than not he would stand above her, video camera in hand, filming her shame as she did her business. He might tie her up to prevent her burying her red face in her hands, and he would always insist on wiping her after.
When they were done in the bathroom, she was sent into the kitchen for breakfast. Here she had to endure Kensuke’s endless groping while she reluctantly worked on preparing the food. He would grab everything his hands could reach, her breasts and ass and cunt, and sometimes he even forced her to kiss. That was almost more disgusting than anything else, but Asuka had to grit her teeth and bear it. Then he would bend her over the table and fuck her roughly--her first fuck of the day and certainly not the last. If she wanted to eat she had to beg, and then squeeze out his still-lukewarm cum from her cunt into a bowl of cereal. No food touched her lips before it was mixed with his semen.
At this point he might tie her up, or give her some instructions for the day. Sometimes the tasks were as mundane as dusting, making his bed and cleaning the toilet. Humiliating stuff. And since they both knew she wasn’t going anywhere without clothes there was little danger in leaving her free. Asuka could have tried to break the lock on his closet where he kept her things, but what would be the point? She had nowhere to go. That was why she had ended up here.
Of course, being always naked meant she was always horny, and even more so when she knew there was no one around to stop or punish her. She masturbated a lot, mostly with her hands but also sticking whatever she could find in her loosened pussy to get off. The biggest thing she’d used so far was a wooden pepper shaker very much like the one that had stretched out her vagina to the point of nearly tearing several months ago. Now it slipped in easily, making Asuka realize how much she and her body had changed since that time.
In the afternoon, when the otaku was to return from school, she would sit down at the kitchen table like a dutiful housewife and watch the clock. Kensuke could bring Touji if he wanted, but regardless she was to meet him at the door, on her knees with her head on the floor and her ass offered. She was to ask him to use her holes, spreading her asscheeks for him to see her eager pink cunt and wrinkled starfish asshole. Kensuke had made it clear that she better sound like she meant it unless she was itching for a spanking.
“Stupid pervert,” Asuka muttered, shifting her butt on the hard wooden chair. She’d already been waiting almost two hours today and was growing increasingly bored. “It’s not enough to make me do it, he has to pretend I like it.”
Didn’t she, though? She always came gallons, and she was always ready and willing, dripping wet before they did anything to her. Even now, while she waited, she’d masturabted once to a broken and very dissapointing orgasm. It just wasn’t the same without a dick.
Willing or not, when the bell rang Asuka knew what she had to do. She hurried to greet the boys as ordered. Kensuke mounted her first. He soon had his hands firmly around her waist and his hard cock thrusting inside her perpetually-wet pussy, and despite herself her body surrendered. She moaned and shoved her rear back at him on her own, eager for contact. Her wet canal swallowed his tool whole, letting his balls bounce up against her. Kensuke pounded her hard and dirty with a furious pace, matching her every moan with grunts of his own. Sweat and juice flowed like rivers, her buttocks growing increasingly pink in color in the places where their flesh slapped together.
It seemed to only take a few minutes before the body behind and above her suddenly tense up, which could only mean one thing. Sure enough the otaku’s balls drew tight and his cock pulsed a split-second before he shot his hot seed in her depths, groaning like a bear, slapping her and calling her names. The teen redhead panted and tried to catch her breath, her face rubbing against the floor, drool leaking out of her mouth. But she didn’t come.
When he was finished, the otaku wiped his wet, limp member on her bottom, and turned to Touji. “You want her?”
Touji hesitated. Asuka looked over at him, and saw the mixture of desire and disgust on his face. She didn’t need anyone to tell her why; she could clearly feel Kensuke’s thick warm cum working its way from between from her freshly-penetrated sheath, oozing down onto the stained floor in gooey strands and fat round globs. She was far beyond being embarrassed about sex, and the quick fuck had only fueled her passion, but Toji was obviously not very eager to have his friends sloppy seconds.
If he doesn’t fuck me I’ll be punished, Asuka remembered.
She was sure Kensuke remembered it too.
With that in mind, and knowing she had to get the monkey to fuck her, Asuka planted her hands and feet on the floor and flexed her knees, bringing her ass to waist level while keeping her head as low as possible.
“Come on, you know you want it.” The redhead shook her rump suggestively, wiggling her pert cheeks and causing her clamshell cunt to drool cum. “Monkey wants treat!”
Insulting him always did it. This time was no different. Monkey boy dropped his pants and shoved his massive cock into her wet sheath with a grunt. Asuka whimpered like a strangled cat, her cunt expanding to fit the meat salami too rudely slammed inside her while the last of Kensuke’s remaining cum was squeezed out by the sheer pressure with a faint farting noise.
Pants down around her knees, Touji dug his hands into her sides and fucked her like he hated her, which she was sure he did. Asuka threw her head back, grunting with each blow, hands and feet clawing at the floor as a mist of juices, cum and sweat flew into the air. Flesh smashed against flesh, loud and hard.
She came while he was still inside her, gushing a torrent of clear juices as her cunt convulsed hard around him. Her mind blanked out into solid white pleasure, eyes rolled back and drooling mouth wide open with strands of saliva dangling from teeth and lolling tongue. Her muscles failed her and she plopped down on the floor with only Toji’s strong hands keeping her ass up as he continued to split her feverish cunt with his rod. By then all of Kensuke’s lukewarm cum had been fucked out of her, but it was okay because another load quickly took its place.
Asuka felt both his throbbing cock and her vagina clamping tight, followed by hot cum jets shooting straight into her little empty baby pouch. No matter whose seed filled her up, in her sex addled state it was so good she could have taken gallons of the stuff.
Later that night, after a rather half-hearted attempt at homework, the boys decided to do what the otaku liked most besides his freaky bondage fetish: playing video games. Naturally, Kensuke made Asuka watch while they went at each other in some kind of fighting game. She’d wanted to shower and get something to eat, but Kensuke forbade her. So she just sat there with a moody frown on her face, arms and legs folded.
“Red, get over here!” Kensuke called suddenly between rounds.
Seeing no point in resistance, the redhead crawled over to him, down on her hands and knees. Toji was still clad in his tracksuit jacket, but his pants were gone. Kensuke, on the other hand, was as naked as Asuka. They had all gotten used to it by now. It was stupid to be embarrassed after having so much sex.
Kensuke hit pause and nodded his head towards his crotch. Asuka could see that his penis was erect again.
“Take care of it, Red,” he said. “I can’t concentrate with this hard-on.”
Asuka took a hold of the the stalk and worked her hand up and down. A small drip of precum was already spreading from the top. Kensuke went back to kneading his joystick, but his legs jerked a little here and then from the pleasant handjob.
“Do me too,” Touji demanded. Asuka threw a glance at him and indeed noticed his monstrous penis was already high in the air. She only had to reach out to to take the second shaft with her free hand and began pumping them together, making wet slippery noises which gradually increased in volume as her hands moved faster and faster. Too fast, in fact.
“Hey, slow down!” Kensuke shouted, kicking Asuka on her side. “Make it last.”
Asuka glared daggers at him. She would have much rather get it over with quickly, or better yet not do anything at all, but that wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun for them. Reluctantly, the naked teen began stroking both cocks again, slower this time.
“Yeah, I’m about to take you down!” Kensuke declared, his attention back on the game rather than on the naked girl giving him hand.
“See if you can!” Touji replied.
As the boys exchanged taunts between themselves, Asuka grew increasingly frustrated. One thing was to make her do degrading stuff, but ignoring her for some stupid game while she did them was a completely different matter.
Touji won that round and Asuka focused all her efforts on him--though not because she wanted to reward him or anything. She took her right hand off Kensuke's cock and reached down to Touji's huge balls. She cupped his slightly hairy sac and gently rubbed it, rolling the testes inside like huge soft marbles. He liked that.
Deciding that more was needed, Asuka tipped her head forward, parted her lips, and took the head into her warm mouth. At the same time she moved her clenched hand right up to her lips and jerked his skin down a little bit. Her tongue flicked out and licked the underside where the head was most sensitive. Then, with methodical slowness, she let her mouth descend on him, sucking as she went.
“Ummm,” Touji moaned, closing his eyes and all but surrendering the controller. Kensuke used the distraction to pound his character on screen and flawlessly won the second round. That made Asuka feel better. She still had power over the monkey after all he’d done to her. His disappointment was visible when she moved off to suck on Kensuke penis instead.
The boys kept playing, but now Asuka played too--only her toys were different than theirs. While her hands stroked them freely, she used her mouth to service their members in turns, moving back and forth between them whenever one won a round, dragging her tongue over balls and stems and kissing their glistening cock heads with puckered lips. She lapped up their pre-cum as it dribbled out, the taste so familiar she couldn’t bother being disgusted, and occasionally cupped her mouth over them and gave them a little suck. If they were lucky she would bob her head a few times while she did.
“You know what? Lets make a bet,” Kensuke said throwing a look at Touji’s lap, where Asuka’s head was currently bobbing up and down to a faint chorus of wet slurping noises.
“Ummm … ” Touji moaned vaguely. He had let go of the controller again and placed his hand on Asuka, obviously more interested in her than his friend.
“Listen to me when I am talking.” Kensuke reached across and grabbed Asuka’s hair, popping her mouth from Touji’s manhood and guiding it to his own. Her hand remained on the jock, stroking him while her lips did their work on Kensuke.
“I said lets make a bet,” Kensuke repeated, looking down at the redhead. “Whoever wins can order the little slut here to do anything he wants. How about that?”
Asuka paused and glared up at him, knowing full well the sorts of things he would get up if he won. Then again, he’d probably do them anyway. At least the jock would just fuck her silly.
“Fine. Whatever, man. Pass her on if you’re not gonna use her.” Touji responded, grabbing Asuka’s head and bringing her back to his lap.
“I was using her!” Kensuke protested.
Touji ignored him, now predictably much more focused on the mouth sucking him than anything going on in the TV screen. It surprised absolutely no one--and Asuka least of all--when the otaku won.
“You lose!” Kensuke crowed as his character delivered a flawless combo that knocked out his friend.
“Damn….”
“Yeeeah,” Kensuke shouted happily pumping his fist into the air, his penis bobbing with him. “Take that!”
Suddenly, a hand in her hair pulled Asuka up. Her mouth lifted, saliva and pre-cum dangling from her lips.
“Man, let her finish!” Touji protested.
“Should’a been paying more attention to the game.” With a smug grin on his face, Kensuke laid back on the floor, his hard pole standing up straight. “Well, Red, what are you waiting for? Get on. I want to dump another load into that hot cunt of yours.”
Asuka shuffled silently over to him on her knees and climbed on top. Her hand trembled as she reached down between their bodies, grabbed his erect organ and guided him toward her. She wiped the head of his rod up and down her glistening slit. But just as she was about to lower herself down on it Kensuke gripped her waist tightly and stopped her.
“Tell me how much you want my cock slut,” he said.
“Just give it to me,” Asuka’s voice was a muttered grumble, and very reluctant even to her own ears. Not happy with that, Kensuke raised a hand and slapped her sweaty breasts, making her bite back a whimper.
“Come on. I know you can do better than that, Red,” he taunted her. “Where’s that famous mouth of yours?”
Her face burned with anger. “Please fuck me,” she rasped scornfully and even wiggled her ass for him. “Fuck me hard.”
“Good girl.” The otaku released her waist, and she wasted no time dropping down on him.
Asuka suppressed a gasp as his shaft filled her wet box and split her open. Leaning her body forward, she started rocking her pelvis, riding him with a quick steady rhythm, his penis sliding easily in and out like a meaty piston. Kensuke took her head with both hands and pulled her face to his. For a second Asuka didn’t know what he meant to do. Her breasts were bouncing and her teats hard as pearls and when he opened his mouth she feared he would bite them.
Instead, without any warning, roughly and with open-mouthed urgency, he mashed his lips to hers. That was more of a shock than anything that had happened to her recently. He’d done a lot of things to her during sex, but she couldn’t remember him kissing her. His tongue invaded her mouth like a worm, and she had no choice other than to accept it, wiggling and intimate as it was. She did not kiss him back.
Further down her twat made squelching sounds as her fluids trickled down her thighs and dripped onto his balls and the floor. The kiss went on and on and on, then finally he let her go and knotted his fingers in disheveled mane.
“Oh yeah, Red….you love my cock!” Kensuke panted, licking across her face.
Asuka grunted in response, straightening up to get away from him. Then she felt yet another hand grab her from behind the head. She turned to look and found Touji standing there, his penis in his hand, the broad purple tip only a few inches away.
“Open wide, Red!” Touji stated, and shoved forward.
Asuka opened her mouth on instinct, without thought, and took him in. But that wasn’t enough for Touji, who kept pushing despite her growing resistance. She tried not to gag on the large member, squeezing her eyes shut.
Her mind in a daze from her pleasure and lack of air, she could only suck weakly. Her tongue licked across the large tip, stroking it gently as the taste tormented her buds. The way he tugged on her head, rough and insistent, told her it wasn’t good enough, but he was too deep. Gagging during one of his harder thrusts, she thought she would puke.
As her ass bounced on one dick, she began moving her head up and down on the other, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Slurp, slurp, slurp, came the lustful sounds while Asuka became more and more carried away with what she was doing. She may not be loving it but her body was so used to sex by now that it seemed to go on autopilot.
But Touji who was just too damn impatient and moved his hips with increasing vigor, slamming his massive cock against the teen’s throat and causing her to gag again and again. Asuka was hugely grateful when he pulled back, allowing her to suck in several lungfuls of much-needed air.
“That was pathetic, Red.” Touji held his throbbing shaft just an inch away from her nose, glistening with her saliva and dripping pre-cum from his slit.
“She can make it up to you with her other hole,” Kensuke suggested. His hands went around her waist again and pulled her all the way down, making her sit on him.
She shot him a deadly glare for the suggestion. Touji would never do that. Not everyone liked anal sex. Most people found it disgusting, a dirty thing. Touji had been a virgin less than two week before. He wouldn’t …
He kneeled behind her.
“No, wait! Don’t put it--” that was as far as she got before Kensuke pulled her down to silence her with another kiss. A skipped heartbeat later she felt Touji’s hands grip her cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her anus within, followed by the his broad head poking against her little hole. She tried not to panic. Kensuke had done her up the ass, and Musashi and several others, but it still scared her. She knew it would hurt. It always hurt.
Kensuke still had his mouth clamped over hers when Touji started pushing himself inside. Closing her eyes, Asuka took deep breaths and tried to relax herself. It was no use. Slowly he entered her, and slowly she felt her rear opening stretching and becoming more and more stuffed by the large dick--the second one entering her.
She clawed at the floor, whimpering. Tears started leaking down her cheeks even as she shook her head, while her ass screamed for mercy. Kensuke broke the kiss and then used a hand to cover her mouth, stifling her cries of pain. Behind her, the jock either didn’t hear or didn’t care.
“She … she’s so fucking tight,” he groaned. Another inch went in, a huge massive snake slithering its way up its little warm burrough.
“Just keep working it in man, she loves it in the ass!” Kensuke replied with a little chuckle.
Asuka was helpless. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even scream for him to stop. But she could feel their cocks, rubbing together through the thin membrane of flesh that separated her bulging anal tract from her slobbering birth canal, deep and penetrating. Already other sensations were emanating from her pussy as well, like a numbing fullness that blunted the pain. There was heat too, consuming and intolerable, spreading out from the core of her sex.
Impaled front and rear, knowing there was no escape, the naked teen laid her head on the dork’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
“Holy shit, man, her ass is so tight but took it all!” Touji marveled. Asuka couldn’t believe it either. Her was so painfully stretched it was a miracle it didn’t rip.
“Can you move it, dude?” Kensuke asked. “I’m just sitting around down here.”
Touji closed his hands around her waist and tried to swing his hips but the grip from her ass was much too tight. “Nah.”
Now he has to take it out, Asuka thought, there’s no way he can fuck me. God, I’m so full!
But then a hot breath blew on her ear, and Kensuke whispered, “Push back, Red.”
Asuka shook her head weakly in defiance, then let out a pained hiss when the otaku’s fingers gripped her nipple and twisted. The pain was sharp and hot, totally different than the dull ache in her bottom. Watery blue eyes stared daggers at the boy beneath her as she pushed her bare ass up a bit more. Kensuke’s cock had almost slid completely from her cunt when he bucked his hips and sent it right back inside. The sudden thrust made her rear shy backwards, which only resulted in impaling her rectum further. A muffled cry went through her lips.
It’s too big, she thought in a fit of terror, he’s going to break my ass.
Touji seemed to tire of waiting for her. When he pulled back, Asuka almost collapsed in relief, before letting out another cry as he shoved forward, opening her, spreading her and stuffing her all at once. This time there was much less resistance. Her body couldn’t fight him any longer. Seeing this, Touji began swinging his pelvis more easily, sawing her loosening anus and rectum.
All Asuka could do was let the jock pound her ass, moaning, grunting and whimpering, her whole body on fire. Below her, the otaku’s dick did much the same inside of her pussy. It wasn’t her first time enduring the double penetration of her holes, but the sensations quickly overwhelmed the worst of the pain with nasty perverted pleasure. Her arms gave out and she collapsed on Kensuke’s chest, letting her breasts rub against him which only enhanced the feeling of exposure and vulnerable helplessness.
“Ugggh, ugh, ugh!” she grunted with each slap of hips on her flushed buttocks, and quickly became coated in sweat. The boys were much the same, their skin growing slippery from perspiration, their moans and other noises mixing with hers.
“Oh yeah….this is great,” Kensuke groaned out. He’d let go of her teats and clutched her sides now, fingers pressing between ribs. Thrusting his pelvis up, he matched the boy behind them cock for cock.
Asuka arched her back, writhing against one partner and pushing back on the other. She felt them grinding inside her, back and forth, back and forth. Tears and drool poured down her face, the delicate features dyed red and contorted into an expression of sexual rapture.
Finally, caving in to her own carnal needs, she started to move her hips to match Touji’s forceful thrusts into her ass. It hurt, but it hurt so good and the pleasure in her body was spiraling higher and higher. Her rectum welcomed him now, as if it were nothing more than a flaccid rubber hose, and between her thighs flowed a torrent of her juice. With so much lubrication, Kensuke’s member slid in and out almost effortlessly.
“F-fuck she’s getting wild!” Touji grunted, his own face now red from the strain.
“I told you man … she loves this shit!” Kensuke answered.
Asuka didn’t care what they said anymore. She was riding her wave, lost in the pleasure she received from her penetrated openings. Two cocks and two holes were too much. She thought she could feel her neurons flaring and burning. Her face was so wet and hot … her whole body …
“Oh gott! Oooh, shiiiit, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooooooooh!”
Suddenly, the pleasure exploded inside her. Her mouth flew open in a soundless scream and her eyes rolled up in their sockets as her back arched and her sweat-stained body convulsed. At once, both her slushy tunnel and battered ass clamped down hard on the throbbing tools within.
I’m cumming, the thrashing girl manager to think somehow. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!
She sobbed in ecstasy and then, just as her orgasmic contractions were beginning to weaken, Touji lunged into her right up to his quivering balls, grunting.
He spurted in her bowels with thick jets of hot fluid, the slime pouring deep inside her. Asuka couldn’t keep track of how many shots she took. She was beyond the ability to count.
Kensuke came last, almost as an after thought. Asuka felt his prick jerking spastically and press tightly against the mouth of her womb. The first release of his ejected semen spurted directly into that most feminine of all her female organs. His cum filled her, hot and sticky and messy. The tide of warmth spread, but suddenly there was only a fizzy whiteness.
Touji pulled out, and watched her shit his cum in thick globs. Her anus was wide and distended, so much so it seemed like it could never go back to normal. Asuka did not react as he grabbed her by the arm and rolled her on to the floor, nor when Kensuke slipped from under her naked flesh.
On his own the jock might have called it a night, safe in the knowledge he’d left her an unseemly wreck. But he was not on his own and Kensuke was far from finished. After giving the redhead a few minutes to recover he went to his room and returned with some rope.
In no time at all he had her bound in a squat, with a piece of rope around her ankles and upper thighs so that her heels dug into her buttocks and she was unable to extend her legs. Her hands were in turn tied to her ankles, held in place on the outside of her legs with a large knot and making her arms useless. Another rope was looped around her slender neck and tied into a loose knot at the back. It went down along her spine, between her buttocks and upwards again, digging into her pussy lips, along her stomach, between her breast and under the front of the loop leaving the last few feet to dangle freely like a leash on a collar.
Pulling on the leash caused the entire length of the rope to tighten, burying it painfully into her pussy and ass crack until it disappeared completely in her fleshy folds and drawing the knot at the back of her neck, effective choking off her air supply and turning the loop into a noose. Because she couldn’t stand or even use her hands to crawl, Asuka had to frog walk on the balls of her feet, clawing at the floor with her toes for supports, waddling ponderously left and right as she went. To keep her from complaining, Kensuke strapped a dental gag around her face--a wide plastic contraption that forced her mouth open and pulled back her lips so that her teeth and gums were exposed from ear to ear in a grotesque grimace.
Silenced, bound and threatened with strangling, Asuka was rendered quite compliant. She followed Kensuke around the apartment like a giant pet frog while Toji Suzuhara looked on in disgust, convinced that she was such a whore she actually loved doing this. The rope burned between her labia, sawing back and forth whenever she moved. It didn’t take long for her juices and the cum leaking from her ass and pussy to soak through. She left a trail on the floor behind her.
After a few ponderous laps of the living room Kensuke had her come to a stop and started clamping wooden clothespins all around her breasts and stomach, dangling and pulling them from her hardened tits and making a neat row to her navel and down her lower belly. The last one went on her little pearl of a clit. Asuka screamed, falling back on her ass and wildly kicking her feet from the painful surge.
“Man, that looks like it hurts,” Toji said, watching her distorted face, stretched out mouth and wide teary eyes. She was drooling badly, saliva pouring down her chin onto her chest and breasts.
“Nah. Don’t worry. She’s totally fine with it,” Kensuke said, placing a hand on Asuka’s head and looking at her with a patronizing smile. “Aren’t you, Red?”
I hate you, Asuka thought.
She nodded.
Kensuke turned to Toji, shrugging. “See? What am I supposed to do? She’s a masochistic whore. This is like nothing to her.”
Some time after that, still bound and gagged with two dozen clothespins nibbling at her front, Asuka found herself squatting over a bowl placed on the floor between her feet. Kensuke pulled the rope splitting her cunt to the side, though it was so tight and embedded in her flesh that he barely managed to nudge it a few centimeters. Toji stood in front of her, a frown on his face despite all he’d seen and done to her.
She loosed her bladder willingly, pissing in the bowl as a hard blush spread down her face and neck. The otaku didn’t have to tell her what he wanted; she knew the moment he put the bowl on the floor. And it was a thousand times more humiliating without being ordered. Her head sank as her pee streamed in a golden arch and splashed into a growing pool, the smell of piss filling her nostrils. The bowl was nearly half full by the time her stream trickled to a stop.
“Wow, would look at that. You have bladder of a freaking cow, Red.” Kensuke laughed as the last few drops fell from the redhead’s snatch into the bowl. “But I guess even you couldn’t fill it up completely. Here, I’ll help you out.”
Kensuke stood up and aimed his semi-hard dick at the squatting girl. For a moment Asuka thought of escaping, but being tied down like this made it impossible. She raised her head defiantly and looked Kensuke in the eyes.
The torrent of piss hit her right between her breasts and trickled down her stomach. Everything became sodden with the warm liquid, even the clothespins and ropes tying her up. It ran down her exposed labial lips, before finally cascading into the bowl beneath her. Asuka turned her head away, hoping he wouldn’t think to piss in her mouth. Forced open as it was by the dental gag, she would have to swallow it all.
Toji wrinkled his face at the sight, and the smell. “That’s disgusting.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kensuke shrugged. “What can I do? She likes it. If I don’t do it she never stops hounding me.”
Asuka nodded her head almost eagerly, still being pissed on, but by then Kensuke had convinced Touji to join in.
It was near midnight by the time the jock finally went home. No sooner had Toji closed the door behind him than Kensuke came back, took Asuka’s rope leash in his hand and gave it hard pull. Asuka uttered a short strangled cry as the loop dug into her throat, cutting off her breathing. She toppled over on her side, gasping raggedly, her eyes wide and trashing frantically against her bonds. All it did was make the noose tighter around her neck. Kensuke said something to her, pulling the rope, but in her panic she couldn’t recognize the words. Then, just as her vision began to fade, a pair of fingers slipped under the noose and worked the knot loose and air flooded her lung with a deep gasp.
Her memory was a blur after that. Kensuke removed the rope around her neck, tossed her on her back and, pushing her upturned feet out of the way, fucked her helpless cunt with a brutal rage. Asuka could not even struggle as she took her, coming inside of her while she moaned, her eyes rolling back from pleasure. She was still recovering when he started putting anal beads in her ass and removing the clothespins. She had to count each one, but she could barely remember her name, let alone how to count past three. Over and over she lost her place, and every time she did he would slap her face, reattach the pins and start again. The wooden jaws left painfully vivid pinch marks on her skin, and when the last one was gone she had been slapped so much her cheeks were swollen and red.
Then, seeing how she had not come yet, he went and grabbed a dildo from the stash in the closet--a big black latex one with large sculpted balls and a suction cup at the base--stuck it on the floor and told her that she had best make herself come within five minutes or she wouldn’t at all. Asuka vaguely remembered getting up on her haunches and burying the flexible oversized phallus in her aching cunt. Desperate for orgasm, she mindlessly bounded on it like her life depended the impending orgasm. She came in three minutes, spraying her cum all over the place like an out-of-control hose.
Afterwards she was reduced to little more than a mass of sweat-stained meat so unresponsive even Kensuke decided it was pointless. He cut her loose and tossed her in her sleeping bag, and that was the last she remembered.
**
The next morning things were back to normal. Kensuke woke her up and dragged her to the bathroom so he could have a shit while she gave him a blowjob. Weak and sore, Asuka had to crawl on her hands and knees after him. The otaku opted to make his own breakfast, though he still passed her a few scraps under the table. Asuka ate from the floor, but was glad for the food. Then he was gone and she crawled back in her sleeping bag. She didn’t know if she slept or passed out, but it was noon the next time she opened her eyes.
Staggering into the bathroom, she used the toilet, showered and then, feeling a bit more like a human being, went back to the kitchen for food. After taking a few bites, she returned to the corner where she kept her things--those Kensuke had not confiscated--took out the small bag of toiletries from her backpack and looked for the pack of birth control pills she kept there with her toothbrush, her makeup, tampons and other girly necessities. There was only one pill left.
Asuka knew she had more, but a search turned up nothing. Growing increasingly frantic, she upended the backpack and poured out all its contents on the floor. Nothing. No birth control pills, no morning after pills, not even a stupid aspirin. She looked in her book bag, in the bathroom cabinets, in the kitchen. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Disheartened and afraid, Asuka plopped down on her sleeping bag, sitting up on her heels and staring at the single solitary pill in her hands as if it were the most precious thing she had ever owned.
It was, in a way. Birth control made her safe. Birth control meant, at the very least, that she didn’t have to worry about becoming pregnant. More than anything in the world, Asuka did not want to be pregnant.
She tore the pill from the wrapping and dropped it into her mouth. The last one, she told herself gloomily as she swallowed. I need more.
That afternoon when Kensuke arrived home from school. He was alone this time, which was as rare as him actually having gone to school in the first place. It didn’t change much for Asuka. She still had her ‘duty’ to fulfill. She was waiting for the otaku in the ordered posture, upturned ass facing the door and head down.
“Looks like Touji got nabbed by Hikari for skipping class,” Kensuke said when he saw her. “Poor bastard. Guess you won’t be fucking him tonight. Don’t worry, though, I’ll keep you busy. Been thinking about that all day.”
He kneeled behind her, but when he went to take her the naked redhead scooted away.
“Wait!” she blurted hurriedly, straightening up and turning towards him. “I’m out of birth control pills.”
His reaction was not what she expected. Normally when you told a boy you were having sex with that you didn’t have birth control they would at least have the decency to look worried--most boys didn’t want to have a baby running around any more than girls did. Either Kensuke didn’t understand or didn’t care because he just shrugged and said, “So?”
Asuka frowned sharply, wishing she could slap his stupid face. “So I need to have birth control if we are gonna keep going at it like fucking rabbits.”
“Rabbits get pregnant.”
“I don’t want to!” she yelled. “I took the last pill today. I’ve been on them for months, but it don’t take long to lose effect. I need more.”
“Well, buy some.” Kensuke placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to turn her around to get at her cunt, which, as always, was sopping wet.
Asuka resisted him. “How?” she cried, her round blue eyes wide with distress. “With what? I don’t have any money. You took my clothes. I can’t go to the store naked.”
That made him chuckle. “You could if it was that important.”
It was then she realized she might have just given him an idea. She shuddered to think what he would do--what he could make her do. Suddenly being forced to go shopping for her own birth control pills in the nude didn’t seem so outrageous.
Realizing she had to do something to get his mind off it, she spun around on her knees and thrust her bottom up at her his face. “Put it in my ass!” she cried. “You know you want to.”
He really did, but not nearly as he wanted the other hole. Grabbing her by the arm, she dragged her to her feet and took her to the kitchen, where he bent her over the table. Asuka still believed and hoped he would head her pleas, right up until she felt his cock head on her slit.
“No!” Asuka squealed. “Use my ass!”
She pushed herself off, trying to escape, but he seized her arm and twisted it behind her back.
“Your ass is nasty, Red,” Kensuke told her, shoving her onto the table, twisting her arm painfully for leverage and lining up his pole with her drooling pussy. “This will do just fine.”
Off he went, thrusting himself inside her as if she were nothing more than a warm love doll for his pleasure. Asuka whimpered, not from the penetration but the sheer helplessly and danger and indifference on his part.
It seemed to last forever, and yet ended too soon.
“Get ready, Red,” Kensuke announced, panting loudly with each word to be heard over the slapping noise of their bodies. “I’m going to cum!”
“Pull out!” There were tears running down her red face, painting trains on her cheeks. She slammed her free hand frantically on the table, trying to push him away. All in vain. “Please, pull out. Please! Not inside! You’ll make me pregnant!”
His face contorted. “Keep fighting and you’ll sleep on the street.” He thrust deep and froze. “There we go.”
Asuka felt his cock pulsing and throbbing as it shot his load inside her, knowing full well what it could mean. Shot after shot of semen pumped into her womb. She felt its liquid warmth spreading, filling her every crease and crevice. “Stop!” All her strength left her. Crying was all she could do. “N-no. I don’t want to be pregnant.”
“Maybe you won’t be, who knows,” Kensuke said, finally pulling out when his balls were empty. A thick string of white goo connected his deflating, slimy penis to Asuka’s gaping cunt. He broke it off with his finger and wiped it on her hair. “But if it’s a boy, make sure you name it after his father.”
The thought was too much for Asuka. She slipped down to floor and curled up on her side, a white tide of sperm rolling from her swollen labia, and buried her face in her hands, sobbing. The tears refused to stop even after Kensuke had gone to the living room.
I don’t want to be pregnant, Asuka repeated, as if saying it enough times would help somehow. I don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t want to be pregnant.
But she would be. With all the sex she got it was only a matter of time. She would be an unwed teenage mother and a slave and her life would be ruined. Not even Musashi would want her if she had another man’s baby. And what would happen the next time monkey boy wanted to fuck her? If there was anything worse than conceiving the otaku’s child it was that. She’d end up with her own little monkey in her belly.
No, she had to get more pills. Whatever it took. Whatever he made her do.
An hour later she finally managed to get herself up and stagger into her shower, where she used her fingers to dig out as much from her vagina as she could, though not a lot was left inside by them. Unable to think of anything else to do, she took the enema bag, filled it with water and used its hose to flush her privates, on the edge of tears and nearly hysterical the whole time.
She’d made up her mind. After the shower she went and found the otaku sitting in front of the TV and dropped to her knees.
“I’ll do it,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Do what?”
Asuka gritted her teeth. “I’ll do it!” she shouted. “I’ll run anywhere naked. I’ll do anything. Just let me get those damn pills.”
“Oh,” he sounded surprised. “Sure. Later, though. I’m watching a show.”
That night Asuka found herself drenched in sweat as she struggled to shuffle her feet into the living room while Kensuke again played video games. Her legs were spread wide by a metal bar attached to her ankles with thick leather cuffs, forcing her to swivel her hips and wobble on stiffly with each step. A second bar went across her shoulders with her wrists cuffed to steel d-rings on the ends, her hands about as far apart as her feet. Every little movement reminded her of the rubber plug in her ass, and more so of the large pink vibrating dildo wedged deep in her wet, leaking cunt.
“Red, hurry your ass over here and get to work,” Kensuke commanded, not tearing his eyes away from the screen and furiously pressing his joystick buttons.
For a moment Asuka just stared at him, scared.
“You want those pills, don’t you?” Kensuke added, his voice slightly annoyed as if he was talking to some dumb child. “Suck me off real well and we might get them tonight. Unless you want to have my babies.” He finished with a grin, but the hard look in Asuka’s eyes made it clear she wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
Bound in such a way getting down on her knees extremely difficult, but Asuka was nothing if not determined. By the time she was kneeling in front of him Kensuke already had his penis in his right hand and was kneading the purple helmet already glistening with precum.
Asuka forced her mouth lower, capturing his whole sticky head and nearly half of his vein covered shaft. She pulled back a little and slid her head down again, taking the rest of him in her mouth. She worked herself into a steady rhythm, bobbing her head between his legs, slurping and sucking his unwashed cock and burying her nose in his pubic hair, banging her chin against the hanging sack of his testicles.
After a few minutes she pulled off with a loud wet sound, taking in some fresh air and spitting a couple of times on the otaku’s throbbing manhood for lubrication, before sucking him back in her warm mouth. Her tongue continued to tease his penis head, drilling against his leaking piss-slit or sliding up and down the underside of his cock head.
Before long Kensuke threw the joystick away and grabbed her head instead, holding it firmly to take control of her movements. His hips rose from the ground as he started to fuck her saliva filled mouth. It was messy but strangely erotic for him to see strands of saliva stretching from her lips to the tip of his cock whenever she pulled off to take a deep breath, which did not happen often as he kept on shoving his pelvis rapidly into her face, viciously screwing her mouth.
As he reached orgasm, Kensuke quickly pulled out of her mouth with a loud plop and let the first thick shots of lukewarm sperm hit her full in her face. His piss slit fired string after string of his sticky load, covering her nose, cheeks, forehead and even eyebrows. Finally, after the last of the goo spilled across her beautiful face, the otaku let her go and smiled down on her.
“Looks better than makeup, don’t you think?”
Asuka wordlessly glared up at him. Her face was a mess, wrinkled in disgust with thick strands of white semen dangling from her nose, left eyebrow and lower lip. She moved trying to wipe it off but Kensuke slapped it away.
“Leave it,” he told her, watching as a thick white glob of his jizz broke off from her eyebrow and rolled down her cheek. “I told you I like to see it on your face.”
With that he began removing her restraints. Once freed, Asuka was pulled to her feet and ordered to squeeze out the dildo from her cunt, which she did. It was thick with her slime, dripping with clear strands of juice. Kensuke then dragged her into the kitchen and had her wait while he took something from his school backpack. He returned holding his camera and a credit card.
“Lets go shopping,” he announced excitedly, handling the credit card over to Asuka.
The naked teen stared dumbly at the piece of plastic. “W-what? Right now?”
“There’s a convenience store nearby,” he explained. “Well, if you don’t want to we can always stay here and see how long it takes to get you knocked up.”
“Fine!” Asuka looked determined, though her hands at her sides were itching to wipe away the drops of his sperm that slowly rolled down her face.
“Alright, then. I’m sure they’ll have your pills. You’ll need that to pay. Make sure you don’t lose it. Put it in a safe place.”
His definition of ‘a safe place’ was, predictably, her cunt. The plastic credit card went into her slit quite easily, vanishing almost completely between her loose labia. She could feel its thin hard edges on the sensitive pink flesh of her wet tunnel, but it was far from the most uncomfortable thing she’d had in there.
It wasn’t until he led her to the door and opened it for her and she felt the warm night air on every inch of her nude body that Asuka realized just what she had gotten herself into. She froze, suddenly terrified.
“I … I can’t!”
“Too late to go back now, Red. Move out!” He slapped her ass so hard Asuka jumped into the hallway, squealing as the blow sent shockwaves through her buttplug and her cum filled bowels. He stepped out behind her, camera in hand, and closed the door.
Although she had not worn clothes for the better part of a week, this was the first time in days she actually felt naked. And she knew it would only get worse--it wasn’t her first time. Not surprisingly, the excitement of public nudity, of being exposed and seen, seemed to drive up her arousal.
Kensuke laid another slap on her rear to get her going and followed along behind her as she began shuffling her way down the hall. The remnants of her modesty compelled her to shield herself, hopeless as that might be in her situation. An arm went across her chest and a hand over her pussy, but there was nothing she could do about her bare ass. She begged him to let her use the elevator, and he agreed.
Once on the street the night seemed to wrap itself all around her, teasing and stroking her bare skin in a flurry of sensations. It wasn’t cool, but the lack of clothes made her much more aware of everything around her, sharpening her sense and the feeling a total exposure. And each time the wind blew, she shuddered, causing the sticky cum to roll and drip down her face.
The street was empty, but that didn’t keep Asuka’s mind from racing. Every shadow and every window seemed to conceal a pair of eyes looking at her. She huddled close to the wall, hoping the darkness would hide her, and ran from one spot to another, looking around frantically to make sure no one was in sight. Kensuke went behind her at a distance, following her with the camera.
“Wow, it’s just like a video game,” he commented as she crouched down for cover behind a trashcan, her round buttocks flashing in the moonlight. “Like one of those shooters. Too bad you don’t have a gun. One more block and you are there, Red.”
Asuka ground her teeth and cursed. Looking around her cover, she saw the way was clear and dashed across the street as fast as her bare feet would carry her, an annoying glob of cum swaying back and forth on her chin with each step she took. Her body was under assault from every direction, the asphalt scrapping beneath her soft soles, the air rushing between her legs.
She was breathing heavily by the time she reached the other side, her heart thundering in her chest and the hand meant to cover her shame slick with the honey of her innermost arousal. Because despite herself she was aroused. The thrill of pubic nudity always made her hot, and now the exposure seemed to have put her in overdrive. The tingling sensation of her nakedness seemed to flood through her like electricity.
Running down the sidewalk, Asuka reached the end of the block and stopped to catch her breath. The intersection ahead was more open than the alley so she pressed herself against the side of a building to peek around the corner. There she saw her destination.
The store was small even by Japanese standards. It had barred windows and a glowing sign at the top clearly stating that it was open all night long. Asuka wondered if they got a lot of business at night and prayed they didn’t. In Germany such establishments were usually located next to petrol stations, but in Japan, with space at a premium, that was not the case.
Kensuke came up behind her. “Well, there you go. What are you waiting for?”
Gathering her nerve, Asuka decided there was nothing else for it. She had come this far, now all she had to do was get in, find what she needed, pay and get out. She could do that; she’d been in places like this a thousand times before, with Hikari and Shinji and even with Yui. Surely, being open all night in a shady part of town meant the staff had seen weirder things than an exhibitionist teenager shopping for birth control.
She ran the last few feet to the door, pulled it open and hurried inside. Immediately she felt the gush of cold air sweep over her naked skin, prickling it with goosebumps. Bracing herself, she moved towards the counter. The tiled floor was ice and made her shiver. Her whole body was trembling now, and she had to try to keep her teeth from rattling.
The clerk, who was reading a newspaper and looked to be in his late twenties, raised his gaze as she approached. His eyes went wide, staring at her in utter disbelief, and Asuka knew then that no, he hadn’t seen anything weirder.
Asuka didn’t know where to start, so she got right to the point. “I need birth control pills.”
He was still staring. Asuka would have said it was the same look her fellow students got when they were trying to strip her with their eyes, but there was nothing on her to strip. More likely it was just the standard male ‘I can’t believe what I’m seeing’ face.
“I need birth control!” Asuka screamed, jumping from one foot to the other with growing desperation..
His head snapped suddenly. “You are naked?”
“I know!” she squealed. Despite the cold, her cum-stained face was intensely hot now and her anus twitching around the plug. “Stop staring at me!”
“Is this some kinda joke?” The clerk looked past her, and Asuka whipped her head around to see Kensuke coming in with his camera.
“It’s okay, man,” the otaku said casually, his camera going from Asuka’s embarrassed face to the clerk. “We work for that big porno studion. The one that makes all the public sex videos. You know it?”
“Uh, no.” The clerk stared at Asuka, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. “She looks far too young to be making pornos.”
“She’s legal,” Kensuke lied. “I got her paperwork in the office. She just looks young. That’s why we hired her. Men like young pretty-looking things. Who’s going to buy a porno with some old stretched-out hag?”
That got the clerk nodding. “Yeah, I guess you have a point!”
“Where are your birth control pills?!” Asuka yelled again. “Please, I need them or I’ll be pregnant!”
“Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” Kensuke turned to the clerk. “We were shooting a scene down the street when our little star here remembered she hadn’t taken her birth control.” He pretended to sigh dramatically. “You know how girls are these days. It’s all fun and games until someone ends up having a baby. Anyway, she won’t let any of our guys cum in her so they all have to blow their wads on her face, as you can see.”
The clerk did see, and he looked disgusted by her. He must have noticed the spunk on her face before, he just didn’t know what it was.
Asuka felt her rage boiling over. “This was your idea!”
Kensuke shrugged. “What am I supposed to do? One or two facials are fine, but customers want to see girls getting cummed into. So here we are, wasting equipment rental time, plus the time we have to pay the actors--Miss Forgetful here included--not to mention the lease on the place we are using. It’s all money down the toilet if she doesn’t get her pills.”
It was such a ridiculous lie any sane person would have been crazy not believing it. Who would ever make up something like that? Anything so outlandish had to be true. Hell, the actual truth was far more convoluted, outlandish and ridiculous. Being a porn star was much more likely than being a teen sex slave, kept naked and bound, fucked day and night and getting forcibly impregnated.
The clerk had to think. “Um, last aisle at the end there’s some female hygiene stuff.”
Asuka didn’t need to her told twice. She spun on her heels and rushed down to the indicated aisle, aware that in doing so she was flashing her ass and the flat base of the buttplug nestled between her tight, bouncy cheeks for this stranger.
The ‘female hygiene’ section was three feet of shelf space taken up mostly by boxes of tampons, sanitary pads, and for some reason, makeup--Asuka guessed being pretty could qualify as hygiene in a country that sold used panties in vending machines. Then she wondered if the store had one of those machines so she could buy some panties to wear.
She found what she was looking for hanging from some hooks next to the lip gloss, which struck her as weird since using your mouth generally prevented the need for any birth control in the first place. Grabbing a box of morning after pills and two boxes of daily pills, she gave silent thanks that she didn’t need a prescription for either. In so-called civilized countries like America she would have been royally screwed.
With her arms full of boxes she couldn’t cover herself anymore, but she was so glad to have her pill that she didn’t care. She rushed back to the counter, her dainty breasts jiggling and feet making dull padding sounds on the cold floor. Kensuke was talking to the clerk, building up his porn director persona.
“Yeah, man, people think it’s easy but do you know how many damn permits you need? One time we wanted to do this shoot in a train--you know, ‘cuz salarymen love trains--and they wanted us to rent out the whole thing. Not just the car, the whole thing. Like, what the hell am I gonna do with a whole train? We told them to go fuck themselves and used a bus instead.” He looked up and saw Asuka. “Oh, there she is.”
Asuka dumped her boxes on the counter. The clerk seemed to like Kensuke well enough, but when it came to Asuka he was decidedly less friendly.
“Well, pay the man and we’ll be off,” Kensuke said, flicking his camera towards her cunt.
Biting back a new surge of embarrassment, Asuka spread her legs as far as she could then used one hand to pull apart her loose cunt lips, exposing the glistening, soaking wet pink tunnel within, and reached inside with the other. The clerk was staring at her again, eyes and mouth wide open. She had to fumble with her fingers as she pulled out the credit card, covered in a slimy, thick layer of her juices. Clear strands quickly began to rope down from the plastic card, adding to those dangling from her spread cunt, and quickly got all over her fingers.
“See that?” Kensuke said with an impressed whistle. “I didn’t think she’d get like that just from doing something like this. But I guess she’s a pro so anything excites her.”
Asuka reached out her hand to offer the credit card, but the clerk refused to take it. His face wrinkled revulsion. He shook his head.
“Nasty. I’m not touching that.”
“Please!” Too desperate to be ashamed now, Asuka held up the credit card to her mouth and began licking it clean with her tongue, scooping up her own juices and sucking them right off her fingers. As she did, she took in some of Kensuke’s cum that was still smeared over her reddened face. When all the juices were gone, she wiped the card on her skin and held it out again. “Please, I need this. I’ll do anything.”
Kensuke was nodding. “Seems like you should take her up on it. She’s quite good with her mouth.”
The clerk took the card reluctantly. “You people are sick.” He ran the card and, after getting the needed sum, dumped the pills in a plastic bag and returned the card..
“Seriously, though, man. Don’t you want to fuck her? She has a nice body. Her cunt is loose as shit, but she is quite experienced and always very eager for some cock.” Kensuke pointed at Asuka. “Just look at how wet she is.”
The redhead, realizing what role she was required to play, forced herself to smile and squatted down a little, spreading her legs wide apart. “Y-yeah, I’d love to test those birth control pills with you.” She patted her juice-leaking twat with her palm. “My pussy can’t wait for some action.”
“Come on, it’s free cunt,” Kensuke tried again. “Just push her down and get it on.”
The clerk was not convinced. His jaw hardened and his eyes looked down at them in disgust. “Knock it off.” He threw the card back at Asuka, who quickly grabbed it and began sliding it back between her labia. “Take your things and leave before I call the cops.”
“Allright, allright.” Kensuke raised his hands in a joking sign of surrender.
Asuka gathered up the pills and ran for the door. Before she made it very far Kensuke was groping her ass roughly.
“You sure you don’t want this juicy ass? It’s firm and tight.” Ken said to the clerk over his shoulder, slapping Asuka’s rump hard and leaving an angry red imprint of his palm on the naked teen’s creamy flesh. “You could ju-”
“Out!”
He really looked like he was going to throw them out himself so Kensuke nonchalantly pushed Asuka out the door.
“Umm,” Asuka started to say something, turning towards Kensuke, but the otaku angrily slapped her across her butt, making the redhead jump a little as the blow drove the butt-plug deeper into her anus.
“Keep going before the dude calls the police.”
She wondered if it might not be worth it to get herself arrested and put an end to her torment. She walked back in silence, clutching the plastic bag to her chest and suddenly not feeling as naked as before. Kensuke trailed behind her, filming her, but Asuka still felt anger coming from the sour otaku.
Finally, they found themselves next to the Kensuke’s apartment building. But as Asuka turned to start climbing up the stairs he grabbed her hair and pulled her hard.
“Stop! It hurts!” Asuka struggled, trying to break free and at the same time keep her voice low.
“Did you think you could escape your punishment? Bend over, bitch.” The otaku tightened his grip. “You need to be punished for screwing things up!”
“What the hell you are talking about?” Only the thought that screaming would cause a scene and more problems kept the redhead from fighting back. “I did what you wanted.”
He pushed her up against the wall, causing her to stick her bare ass out at him. “You fucking humiliated me in public so I will do the same for you now. Brace yourself, Red.”
Asuka couldn’t believe her ears. Was this deluded otaku blaming her for not being able to seduce the clerk? Couldn’t he understand that this was not some retarded porn film and that people didn’t just fuck anyone they met in the street, and especially not a teenage girl who showed up completely naked out of the blue with cum covering her face? They should count themselves lucky that guy in the store didn’t just call the police right away!
For a moment she felt his hands on her ass cheeks, her buttocks clenching tightly in response. His warm palms and fingers touching her goosebump-covered flesh were quite pleasant.
“I don’t get it,” she heard Kensuke murmur behind her and felt him lift up on her taut cheeks, moving them around, making them dance. “That’s a nice piece of ass. He should have just fucked you.”
“Listen I--” Whatever Asuka was about to say was cut off by the first slap, delivered with the flat of his hand on her right cheek. A loud splat echoed in the empty street. Asuka hissed through clenched teeth and looked back over her shoulder at the otaku. “At least wait to get home, dimwit!”
“Eyes straight ahead. There’s extra swats for not obeying.” He watched as her eyes suddenly shot up and the head turned. “And spread your damn legs wider apart.”
Asuka reluctantly obeyed, feeling his hands between her parted thighs, his fingers grabbing the flesh and forcing them to spread out even further. Then he raised his right hand up and delivered another hard slap across the firm butt before him. Asuka’s eyes widened as sharp pain shot up her spine to her brain. She bit her lip to stop herself from making any noise.
Then next slap fell across her left cheek with a resounding slap. The sound was deafening to her ears. It was quickly followed by double slap, his hand moving from one cheek to the other, forcing a whimper from the redhead’s mouth.
As more and more blows rained down on her exposed rump and the heat spread out across her reddening rear, Asuka whimpered and shook her ass from side to side. His hand kept on slapping her, most hits landing on her cheeks but some struck her inner thighs and even her butt crease and her defenseless plugged asshole. When a sticky corner of the credit card started peeking out from her slit, Asuka felt him use a finger to push it back inside.
“Make sure to keep that in or else...” He warned her, his fingers tightening on her female sex, pushing in and gripping it like it was a baseball.
His hand slapped her pussy twice, the noise ringing out in the street before the naked teen felt the pain shooting up from her sex to her brain.
“Scheisse, scheisse, damn, w-wait!” Asuka cursed and pleaded under her breath, her legs bowing out to relieve the burning pain in her cunt, but the otaku wasn’t listening.
He delivered another slap over the soft mound of her sex. It seemed like slow motion as his open hand slowly disappeared behind her ass and then the sharp, burning pain as it slammed into her pussy, spreading apart her labia by shear force, directly hitting the plastic slab wedged inside her.
And then, as suddenly as it started, the punishment was over.
“There you go, Red. This should teach you not to disobey my orders.” Kensuke declared, wiping the dripping pussy secretions that had accumulated on fingers against her red hair. “And don’t think it’s over. There’s still more punishment to come upstairs. Now go.”
Asuka straightened up gingerly, her ass glowing red and on fire. She ignored the discomfort and started to climb the stairs on shaky legs, tightly clutching the bag with her pills to her body and trying to convince herself the ordeal was worth it.
Kensuke pushed Asuka back inside his apartment and forced down on her hands and knees before slamming the door shut behind him.
“I hope you are happy now, Red,” Ken said as he gave her a kick that sent her crawling towards the living room. ”You better take your medicine. I’ll get the ropes and the toys. It’s going to be another long night for you.”
It was a long night, spent mostly in bondage while he fucked her holes repeatedly. She slept tied to the foot of his bed with a rope around her neck, and when he woke her up the next morning he told her to shower and clean herself up. For once, the naked girl obliged willingly. Her body was caked in grime and bodily fluids and sticky all over.
With no towels, she left the bathroom dripping water from every pore, her hair a soaked blanket. Kensuke called her to the kitchen. The smell of breakfast made her utterly mad. It had been so long since she ate her stomach felt hollow.
The otaku pointed to the floor in front of him. “If you want to eat you better start putting that mouth to use.”
What followed was the fastest and most frantic blowjob of her life. Asuka didn’t even bother licking and simply sucked and sucked and sucked, and when he came she greedily slurped it all, gulping on his seed like with a desperate zeal. Afterward, while she wiped her mouth, Kensuke told her about going back to school.
For once, Asuka didn’t want to leave the apartment. She just wasn’t feeling up to it. “I … I think I’ll stay.”
“If you stay you will be tied up,” Kensuke replied. “Besides, Hikari has been really annoying lately asking about you. She might start snooping around and discover what you get up to.”
That made her change her mind. She really didn’t want Hikari playing detective with her life, especially since she was one of the few people who still thought of Asuka as a friend. Perhaps as a reward, Kensuke tossed her some toast and eggs on a plate and actually allowed her to sit at the table like a normal person. She packed the food down voraciously, not caring that it was thoroughly flavored with a thick, cold helping of his special sauce and licking her messy fingers clean. Never had she eaten anything half so good. When she was finished, Kensuke unlocked the closet in his room where he kept her clothes and brought out her school uniform, minus bra and panties of course.
After being nude so long dressing felt positively alien. The clothes--the same uniform she’d worn a thousand times--seemed much heavier and cumbersome than she remembered, clinging to the bare skin of her breasts and far too airy down below. The lack of panties was nothing new to her and didn’t bother her much anymore, but that didn’t mean she liked going without.
Sluts don’t wear panties, Asuka told herself, taking the offered clothes and considering herself lucky he didn’t feel the need to parade her to school stark naked too.
**
Going back to school didn’t really bring Asuka any relief, though in fairness she hadn’t expected any. Hikari yelled at her, demanding to know where she’d been all this time and handling clean-up duty as punishment when she didn’t have a good answer. Shinji avoided her like the plague, and Touji welcomed her by fucking her in a school bathroom. He couldn’t control himself, he claimed. Even Musashi came to see her, but then he pulled a Hikari and started asking her stupid questions. Unlike her friend, he should have known better. What the hell did he think she’d been doing?
Naturally, the argument that followed ended with sex like it always did. She’d hardly left one school toilet before finding herself in another, bend over and skirt up as he pounded her from behind. Afterwards, while Musashi fixed up his pants, she tried to wash on one of the sinks but he must have been saving himself because he pumped enough seed inside her to plant a whole garden. It wouldn’t stop flowing. Some of it was probably Touji’s too. If Musashi noticed that she’d been used by another man, he kept it to himself.
Of course, he never had a problem sharing Keita’s mess either, back when they both fucked her freely, nor any of the guys Mana forced her on. He still got to put it in. That was all boys like him cared about. She almost wished Hikari were a boy too. Maybe then she could have fucked her way out of clean-up duty.
As it was, Asuka found herself carrying buckets of water back to the empty classroom. Rei Ayanami carried the mops.
Going by what she’d heard, the albino girl had been absent almost as much as she had lately, which seemed understandable given their activities, and earned the same punishment. Asuka was just glad Mana hadn’t done something to her after the party. It would suck being the only sex slave around.
She’d just put the buckets down besides the teacher’s desk when she noticed the sheet of paper taped to the blackboard.
‘Red, come to the coffee shop by the train station after school--Ken’
From anyone else that would have been a simple request, and she might even enjoy it, but she knew that a nice date eating out was not what he had in mind. Not going was not an option, obviously. There would be punishment, and she really didn’t want to deal with one or two weeks more of house arrest again at that creep’s mercy.
Asuka bit her lip, looking with remorse at the buckets on the floor before turning her gaze to the blue haired girl.
“What is it?” Rei asked. The shadows under her eyelids made her appear older than she was, and her pale skin looked even paler than usual, practically milky white. Her short blue mane was a tangled nest, and her clothes were stained and wrinkled. Asuka wondered how many times she’d been fucked in the last week, how many time she’d been forced to do things she didn’t want, or if even mattered to her anymore..
“I have to go.” Asuka showed her the note. “I’m sorry, Ayanami.”
Rei could have argued with her, and she would have been right. It wasn’t fair to be left with all the work. But then life wasn’t fair. They were both well aware of that.
Instead, the albino nodded. “I see. Should I inform Miss Horaki?”
Hikari would never let her leave early.
“No,” Asuka replied. “Say you don’t know if she asks about me.” She grabbed her things from her desk and headed for the door. “Take care.”
Rei said nothing.
The halls outside the classroom were surprisingly crowded. There must have been an event going on or something. It certainly explained why the Class Rep was nowhere to be seen while Rei and her did the clean-up. Once upon a time Asuka would have been glad to join her, but that was before. The crowd provided a convenient screen. If she was lucky she could leave unnoticed.
She stashed her bag in her locker, removed her rubber-soled slippers and changed back into her outdoor leather shoes, then walked briskly to the exit. A few students called her names when she passed them, but more whispered behind her back, gave her nasty looks or flashed her obscene gestures. Asuka had no idea how many of them she had fucked or sucked. She should probably start keeping a diary. Some had certainly been in Ritsuko’s class or at her party or bought the videos, the pictures and even her panties. For all she knew everyone in that crowd had already seen her naked.
The coffee shop was not far from school, but far enough that it wasn’t a favorite place among the students. Asuka went in expecting to find Kensuke sitting in one of the tables. She didn’t. But she did find another familiar face.
Mari sat in a corner booth near the very back where the light was dimmer, leaning lazily against the cushions. Across the table from her sat a shorter girl, with a sharp angular face, black hair streaked with red highlights and dark eyes. She had a pair of headphones around her neck and her ears were both double-pierced. Two small rings decorated the corners of her mouth. Asuka knew from her own experience that the girl also had a couple of impressive tattoos hidden beneath the blouse she wore.
It’s a trap, a voice urgently called in Asuka’s head. Mari and the girl were talking, and for a moment it seemed neither had noticed her. Asuka backed away towards the door, but then Mari raised her head and smiled.
“Get over here, piglet,” the pony-tailed brunette shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. There weren’t that many people in the shop, but never the less Asuka felt the heat on her cheeks. “We are your date tonight.”
Leave! the same voice yelled. Just leave. Run. Run. RUN!
She couldn’t run, though. She couldn’t even move. Eventually Mari left the booth and went to get her, taking her by the hand and leading her back.
“How’s it going, pig? Missed us?” Mari said as she pulled Asuka into the seat next to her. The booth had wide benches, enough for several people on either side of the table.
“Keep your voice down, idiot. Everyone can hear you.” Asuka hissed angrily while looking around. Being so close to Mari made her even more nervous.
“Don’t be shy, piglet. We have nothing to hide.” Mari sat back, crossing her legs. “By the way, remember Sora? She sure as hell hasn’t forgotten you.”
If possible, Sora gave her an even more annoying smile than Mari. “Hi there, whore.”
The redhead chose to ignore her and focused her attention to Mari. “What do you want?”
“Oh, nothing much. I just wanna have a little date. And have some fun together.” Mari said, placing two fingers under her chin and turned Asuka’s head to look deep into her eyes.
“And what if I say no?” Asuka pulled away and stuck up her face in a defiant manner.
“That would be a pity. Specially after all the trouble Aida went through to set us up.”
“Yeah,” Sora joined in “It’s just a date. He said you’d been cooped up inside a lot. So why not enjoy a little time out?” As she spoke she slid off her seat and moved to sit on Asuka and Mari’s side of the table, framing the younger girl between them. Now Asuka was really trapped, with Mari to her left, Sora to her right and the table in front.
“And if you leave,” Mari added, “Mana will hear about it.”
Asuka sighed. She just couldn’t win in these situations. “Fine,” she finally conceded, not that there was any choice involved.
“Good.” Sora reached out for a cup of something hot, letting Asuka see the tattooed hand as she took a sip.
“Come on piglet, your drinks getting cold.” Mari motioned to another cup. “We took the liberty of ordering for you. There’s also cake.”
“There’s always cake,” Sora laughed.
Asuka was still wary of them despite the lightheartedness, but she figured in such a public place they wouldn’t try anything. Reaching her hand, she grabbed the cup and lifted it to her lips. It was full of a hot dark liquid, probably coffee judging from the arona. She cringed a bit at the taste, surprised by the pungent bitterness and the way it made her all warm inside.
“Not bad, eh?” Mari said, watching her drink like a cat watching a mouse.
“Tastes weird,” Asuka replied. She took another sip, now holding the cup with both hands. She wasn’t a big coffee drinker, but aside from the strange tinge this was quite good. Certainly beat using Kensuke’s cum for seasoning.
“It has liquor. To help you relax.” Sora shrugged off Asuka’s complaint.
“Yeah. Just relax. You’ll enjoy your time with us. Won’t she, Sora?” Mari winked at her companion, who flashed her a smile that made Asuka nervous. She drank again.
She didn’t see whose hand grabbed her, but suddenly her head was turned to the side.
“Hey wh--” Asuka found her words cut off as Mari’s lips pressed against her own.
Her cheeks burning, Asuka whimpered in surprise, but when she tried to pull away she felt two more hands holding her in place. Unable to retreat, she was forced to accept the kiss, tongue and all. Wide blue eyes trembled, a gasp escaping her parted lips. Then, just as quickly, Mari pulled back with a smirk on her face.
“Mmmm, your lips taste good, piglet,” the brunette murmured softly, stroking her cheek in a way that sent a tremendously pleasant shiver through her body.
“Hey, stop ignoring me, you two.” Sora brushed a hand up Asuka’s thigh, dragging the hem along with it and exposing bare skin underneath. The smile on her face turned into a lustily grin as her fingers moved to rub the gusset of Asuka's panties and discovered none. "You naughty girl," she scolded playfully.
Asuka gasped, instinctively sending her hand down to push Sora’s back when she felt the girl touch her exposed pussy lips.
“I know what you like.” Before Asuka could reply, the pierced girl turned her head around and kissed even more boldly than Mari. She reacted without thought, on sheer instinct and passion. Her lips parted of their own accord, allowing Sora’s tongue to enter her mouth and find its counterpart. Then she felt something round and hard.
Shocked, she realized that the girl’s tongue must have been pierced as well, yet it didn’t bother her like it probably should have. Instead, Asuka leaned in and moaned into her mouth. When the other girl finally pulled back, she was left panting.
“You like my piercing?” Sora asked with a wink, flicking her tongue so Asuka could see the silver stud. Their faces were only inches away. Asuka nodded her head weakly, seeing no point in denying something so obvious. “Good. Enjoy it some more.”
Sora lowered her lips to Asuka's collarbone and began to kiss and lick gently, using only the tip of her tongue and her piercing, applying deliciously sensual pressure on her soft skin with the metal stud. After a while her tongue moved up again, licking her neck and chin as if it were all one giant icecream. Then, when Asuka was at her weakest, she pushed into her mouth once again.
While their lips locked, Sora’s hand squeezed her thigh. Asuka let out a high pitched moan and flinched back, breaking the kiss. Saliva glistened from their lips and chins.
“Well, piglet, it’s a good start but don’t get too lazy.”
No sooner had Sora released her than Mari grabbed Asuka’s head and turned it around. She didn’t even have time to catch her breath before she mashed their lips together with a muffled moan. Asuka raised her hands as if to push her away, and then lowered them slowly again in surrender. She wanted to resist their advances, really, but her belly was starting to grow warmer and her pussy damp. Girls kissed better than boys, she decided just then.
A hand slipped under her skirt, rubbing her bare thigh dangerously close yet agonizingly far from her pussy, while another stroked her belly. Her mind started going blank before Mari’s kiss broke and Sora took her next turn.
“You’re a horny piglet, aren’t you?” Mari murmured next to her ear even as Sora ate her up. Then someone squeezed her breast.
Asuka knew she should stop this. They were in a public place, surrounded by strangers. Anyone could see them … anyone could know. But the fire in her belly was flaring out through the rest of her body and the spot between her legs was like a furnace, dripping hot honey, its heat warming her from the inside.
“No … no, I’m not … ” Asuka whimpered slithering free of the kiss, then gasped when a hand brushed against her wet pussy.
“Oh, sure. What’s this then?” Mari drew her fingers across her loose pussy lips in a slow circle and strummed them like guitar strings.
Asuka reached down to grab the girls wrist, trying to pry her hand from beneath her skirt. As she did another hand started to creep up towards her breast again. Squirming, she struggled to fight both of them off, but Germans were never good at fighting on two fronts and was quickly caught in another heated kiss.
She was panting heavily by the time Sora let her go, her head starting to swim a bit. She felt dazed and dizzy, too many sensation from too many places all at once.
“N-no … stop … ” she mumbled weakly before her head was turned for yet another kiss.
She had no idea when they unbuttoned her blouse, but suddenly Sora had her lips wrapped around a very hard, very pink nipple, drawing it deeply into her hungry mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue, using a hand to lift up her exposed breast. Then it was Mari’s turn to take the nipple in her mouth.
"Mmmm, nice, isn't it?" Mari murmured, her lips ever so slightly kissing the swollen bud. "My, you feel so hot, piglet. Maybe you need to cool a bit."
Grabbing an ice cube from a nearby glass of water, Mari pressed it against the breast’s sensitive underside. Asuka gasped through clenched teeth, shuddering. It was so cold. Sora had to hold her down while the brunette moved the ice up around her areola, goose bumps instantly popping out on the dark pink flesh, water dripping liberally down her cleavage.
By time older girl was finished, Asuka’s poor nipples felt as though a branding iron had been taken to them instead of an ordinary ice cube. She looked and saw that both nipples stood out brazenly, like hard erasers, throbbing in pain and pleasure. The pink of the buds had turned a ruby red, her flesh marred by the long drips of water sliding down her exposed body.
Asuka let out a hiss and sucked in her gut as a new ice cube slid up her thigh, under her skirt and reached her pussy. Shuddering in pleasure, she let out a soft cry that did very little to deter the older teen from pushing the ice cube into her snatch.
“Nnnn….” Asuka fought the urge to close her legs, cold searing her sensitive inner lips. She would have alerted the entire cafe if Sora’s hand hadn’t clamped over her mouth to silence her. The heat from her cunt quickly reduced the ice cube to a puddle.
Mari took another ice cube, which she ran up her slit and then pressed under the hood of her clit, driving the deep masochistic thrill through her body. Her hips bucked, but Mari held the ice there, watching her thrash about and hearing her muffled moans and whines until the cube melted all away. She went to grab a third.
“Hey, its my turn. Don’t hog her!” Sora protested. The hand over her mouth vanished and she found herself being pulled towards the black-red haired girl, who eagerly started to tease her body, kissing her some more and kneading her breasts.
“She has nice tits, huh?” Mari said, watching the smaller girl continue to fondle the redhead. “Really on the small side, but so firm and warm.”
Asuka mewled softly. Her head slumped back and turned to the side, lips dripping saliva from their deep kissing.
“You love this, don’t you, slut?” Sora breathed into her ear.
“No…”
“Liar.” Sora gave her ear a quick nip, then she seized Asuka’s skirt and hiked it up. Her hand found her wet pussy and a pair of fingers pushed into her hot slit. Closing her eyes, Asuka bit her lip to keep from crying out loud.
Everyone must be watching by now, she thought in despair and didn’t dare look. Another finger entered her and her pussy clenched around them. Her hips jerked but she couldn’t quite get more, which left her squirming in frustration.
“I think Mari wants to play too, slut.” As Sora’s fingers slipped out, Asuka felt her juices pouring from her opening along with them.
Mari took her by the arms and pulled her back to her, handling her like some mindless doll that existed only to be played with. The kiss that followed was the hungriest and boldest yet, timed to the groping of her breasts and little hardened tits for good measure. Asuka was like butter now, unable to even think defiance. They’d overcome her, not with pain and humiliation but with soft touches and kisses. More fingered entered her, while others stroked and teased her thighs and chest. She couldn’t tell whose hand was where anymore.
“Jeez, you’re leaking so much. Mana was right. You are an exhibitionist slut.”
That came from Mari, or maybe Sora. Asuka wasn’t sure. Her body was riding waves of pleasure towards an orgasm she desperately wanted. They knew that too. They knew she wanted it, and maybe because she did they suddenly stopped.
“Not here,” Mari whispered. “Can’t let piglet cum so soon.” She wiped her sodden hand off on Asuka’s thigh, leaving her extremely horny as her bare chest heaved with each breath. But she wasn’t the only one who was horny and excited as hell.
If anything Sora seemed more disappointed than Asuka. Regardless, she buttoned Asuka’s blouse up to cover her heaving chest and tugged down on her skirt. “Don’t wanna be flashing everyone now, do you?”
Surprisingly, their antics had draw very little attention. In her daze Asuka was only aware of a middle-aged man in another booth staring at them and he quickly looked away when he noticed she saw him. Her face felt so hot then. Mari called for the bill, waving her hand at a nearby waitress while Sora slipped from the bench and pulled Asuka with her. Asuka’s knees were like rubber and her feet so clumsy she tripped and had to be held up by the pierced girl with an arm around her waist.
“She’s not used to alcohol,” Mari told the waitress, leaving a generous tip, before running to join Sora in leading Asuka out the door and wasted no time boldly goosing the redhead’s rear in a way that made her wet box throb and left quite a few startled patrons.
Asuka belatedly realized what Mari’s hand was doing but she somehow couldn’t find any strength to protest and swayed unsteadily between the two girls as they practically dragged her to the street.
They talked to her a bit, or at least she thought they talked to her. She could barely understand the words and had a hard enough time just keeping herself from falling. Her head was so heavy. Her feet too, like she was wearing lead shoes, and her innards throbbed with heat. Unable to walk on her own, she went where they led her. Soon they were standing on a train platform waiting for it to arrive. She didn’t remember buying any tickets, and when she tried to recall she felt very dizzy.
Somewhere in the distance she heard the faint sound of a horn. Did trains have horns? It seemed a bit stupid.
“Going the other way,” Sora said. “Better hurry. She won’t last much longer.”
Mari laughed. “We did tell her to relax. Hey, piglet, how about we give them a show?”
Asuka looked at her through half lidded eyes that she could barely keep open, but didn’t understand. She was leaning heavily against her now, her warm body feeling nice and soft like a pillow. The horn grew closer and louder. The whole world seemed to shake. Then she was spinning, propelled by the same hands that had been holding her up. They grabbed her around the top of her arms and bent her over.
The roar and rumble of the train overwhelmed her little whimper when her skirt was yanked up, fully exposing her loose-lipped pussy and tight young ass to the passengers. Not satisfied, Mari and Sora each grabbed one of her buttocks and spread them as far as they could.
“Look at this slut! She’s horny as all hell!” Asuka heard the voice but couldn’t tell to whom it belonged. Everything was kind of blurry and weird.
Then suddenly an open palm landed across a bared ass cheek, slapping the firm mound hard and leaving a red patch on the skin. Surprisingly, the sound was loud and clear even with the passing train. Another hand rose up and spanked the other cheek, playing her bottom like a pair of drums. The redhead trembled, though not from pain.
For a second all her senses sharpened. A powerful breeze blew like a hurricane between her legs, stroking her thighs and the sensitive crease of her most intimate and private parts. The cool air against her stinging skin felt like ice. Her mind went blank as the wind fueled the fire already consuming her from within and the heat in her belly erupted out of her cunt in a tide of warm honey, spraying down onto the platform at their feet. Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen had they let her.
“Oh, she’s cumming!” Sora sounded genuinely amazed. “Just spontaneously like that. That stuff Akagi gave you is really something.”
Her face on fire, Asuka tried to tell them that they were wrong, but her mouth formed only moans and whimpers as the liquid heat continued to pour from her loins. She was so lost in her own pleasant limbo now that she never heard the other train pull into the platform. Mari jerked her upright and pulled her onboard, with Sora squeezing in next to her.
They rode for awhile … or forever … or just a few seconds. Time seemed to disconnect. The scenery passed her by, but she saw nothing, her vision swimming, her mind a muddled mess. They sat her down, or forced to stand. But alway touching her with groping hands. And they kissed her. They kissed her a lot.
When the train finally came to a halt they pulled her out and dragged down the street to a big dirty building with a neon sign hanging above the door that she couldn’t read. But she noticed the hearts around the words on the sign.
“Wh….t’king meeeee….” her words were slurred, her voice thick and sleepy.
Sora held her up while Mari walked up to a counter and talked to a girl. She returned quickly and then both of them led her down a corridor to catch an elevator. The carpet on the next corridor was so grimy it crinkled when they stepped on it. Then they brought her to a door.
They pulled her inside and she heard a heavy boom behind her, though before that she became vaguely aware that her clothes were being removed. The sensation of fabric rubbing across her body, arms and legs further stimulated her already aroused body. She moaned weakly as they started to fondle her again, but she couldn’t see them. Everything had turned black.
**
Moaning weakly, Asuka slowly clawed back to consciousness. When she opened her eyes everything was blurry and her head hurt. Above her hovered a naked girl, bound spread-eagled on a bed with silver cuffs and gagged with a red rubber ball. Golden-red hair spilled over red sheets, but the girl’s face was drowsy, her body slender and breasts small capped by little pin nipples. Between her thighs nestled a worn pussy, with dangling wrinkled lips and a hard button.
It’s me, Asuka thought as her vision cleared and her wits returned. The coffee … those bitches drugged me and brought me here.
“Looks like the lazy piglet is finally up!” Mari’s voice made her turn her head, tearing her eyes from the hovering girl. The brunette stood next to the bed on her left. Sora was on her right. Both were naked.
“Mmmmnfhgff!” Asuka growled, trying uselessly to push out the gag with her tongue. The cuffs clinked as she tugged on them, but the effort was futile and resulted in the metal bindings digging painfully into her wrists and ankles.
At the foot of the bed the girls had set up a video camera on metal tripod, and with her arms and legs spread wide it’s unflinching lens took in every inch of her exposed body. The red light told her all she needed to know. Whatever these two were going to do to her would be recorded for posterity.
“Can’t let your mistress miss out on all the fun,” Mari said with a little laugh, which made Asuka wish she could throttle her, and walked over to the camera.
“Indeed, and what fun we’re going to have.” Asuka heard Sora murmur. She climbed onto the bed by her side and drew a finger across her taut belly.
“Mmmmmnnnmmmmrrph!” Asuka tried to protest even as her pussy twitched in delight at the touch.
Mari climbed up between her legs, making the bed sink, her hands running along long slender thighs until they met at her pussy. Restrained, all Asuka could do was squirm against their assault on her body.
“Damn you’re a horny slut,” Mari teased her. She gave her hard nub a quick twist that sent her whining and tugging on her bonds. “God, look how wet she is.”
Asuka weakly shook her head in protest as her chest heaved and breath grew quicker. Mari was still playing with her clit when Sora’s grasping fingers took her breast and squeezed.
“For being so stuck up, she sure has small tits,” the black haired girl said. She pinched the hard pink nipple and rolled it between her fingers. Then she leaned in and sucked the other teat into her mouth. Asuka moaned, the feeling too delicious to resist. Her back arched with pleasure as Sora flicked her tongue across the tit, and even more so when a pair of Mari’s fingers found her wet entrance, sliding in while her other hand teased the loose labia around them.
Looking down at herself, all Asuka could see was Sora blocking her vision. The girl was practically crawling on top of her. But then, from further down, she felt Mari yank on a small patch of her pubic hair. It tore out.
“Guuuuuhhhh!” Asuka cried sharply in protest, frantically tugging and pulling against the cuffs.
“God, I just love it when you scream,” Mari said, licking her lips.
Sora had now kissed and licked her way up Asuka’s chest, to her neck and face. “You are so lovely, piglet,” she whispered, and undid the gag’s leather strap. The ball keeping her mouth sealed popped loose.
“N-no , please--nghmnhgh!” Asuka barely had any time to protest, her lips glossy and wet with saliva before Sora’s slammed their lips together and used her tongue to give her tonsils a thorough examination, grinding her body against the redhead’s as she kissed her.
Asuka could have lost herself to that, but then Mari had to ruin it by grabbing her pubes again. "I could cum just from hearing you squeal, pig. It‘s so sexy."
“Please, sto-AIEEEEEEE!“ Asuka screamed as Mari suddenly ripped out another little clump of short hair by the roots. She writhed and pulled on the bed, making a lot of noise and but with nothing else to show for her efforts. Mari moved up, reaching an arm across Sora to dangle the hair she’d just removed before Asuka's bulging eyes.
As the bound teen drew in a ragged breath to scream again, the brunette sprinkled the fuzz into her open mouth. She gagged, her body wracked by a coughing fit.
“You are sick you know that,” Sora laughed rubbing her left palm roughly over the spotty patch left on Asuka‘s mound
“Same as you.“ Mari grinned back at her and gave her a light peck on the lips.
Asuka coughed and choked, trying to clear her throat. She turned her head to the side and hacked, scraping her tongue along the roof of her mouth. Globs of saliva wet the bed sheets, while tears and snot stained her face.
"Why are you … " she gasped out, and coughed again, "why … are you doing this to me?!“ her voice rose to a scream by the end of the question.
“Because I love it, silly.“ Mari leaned in again, but only to push the gag once more into her mouth. She turned to Sora. “I’ll be back. Keep her warmed up for me.” With that she climbed off the bed and hurried off.
“Oh, I will,” Sora said with a little laugh. Her hand slid between Asuka’s legs, to the mound at the top of her slit and found her short hair there. Asuka shook her head wildly, but the girl ignored her and pulled.
“MUUGHHHGH!”
“Did that hurt?” Sora asked mock sweetly as she held the hair up for her to see.
Asuka nodded frantically, sobbing around the gag, but that didn’t stop Sora from grabbing another pinch. Her mound was looking barer by the handful, and when Mari returned Asuka knew it would only get worse. In her arms were familiar items: a can of shaving cream, a wet towel and a straight razor, its polished steel blade glinting.
“Let me do it,” Sora insisted. “I have a steadier hand. Wouldn’t want to cut her a second slit.”
Mari seemed like she wanted to argue, but in the end relented. “Well, fine, be my guest.”
I can’t stop them, Asuka thought, sagging into the bed in defeat with teary eyes watching her tormentors. Sora sat between her thighs, legs folded beneath her, while kneeled on the bed to her left.
The wet towel went on first, rubbing her mound. Despite all the pain earlier or maybe because of it, it was a pleasant sensation that made her pussy throb and leak. The cap made a popping sound as it was removed from the can of shaving cream. Sora squirted a good-sized swirl on her hand, then ran it over her pubic hair, down around her lips and spreading it all over her aching cunt.
Laying there helpless, Asuka tried to keep calm as she was lathered up. When the hand pulled back, she wiggled her hips a bit and she pulled weakly one last time at her bindings weakly. Her pussy was white frosting, like a cake just waiting to be eaten. She remembered how they had covered up with whipped cream for her birthday.
“Relax, piglet, and you’ll be fine.” Sora moved the razor to her cunt. It shimmered bright silver. “Don’t make any sudden movements.”
Asuka’s eyes were firmly locked on the foam between her legs, as were Mari’s. Sora bit her lip, her face a mask of concentration intent on her target. There was a pause, a few seconds that felt an eternity, and then the metal blade slid effortlessly among the foam pile and scraped across her skin. The steel was cold. Her pussy twitched before she could stop it.
“Calm the fuck down, slut. Or I swear you’ll have two cunts,” Sora hissed, steadying her cunt with a hand just where her thigh met her crotch. She turned her wrist, changing the razon’s angle and ever so slowly dragging it over her mound. Hair that had taken years to grow was swept away, along with the shaving cream, leaving only bare bald skin underneath.
Sora wiped the razor on the towel, then went back to her task, working meticulously to shave the left side of the mound, around the opening of her cunt and down until it met her thigh. She wiped the blade again and did the other side, scraping carefully, turning her wrist and straightening out the labia to get at the little seam between them and her cunt. The sound of the razor seemed impossibly loud in the otherwise deadly quiet room.
Panting softly and doing her best to keep stock still, Asuka felt her pussy throbbing even as her body tingled. It didn’t hurt, and it was apparent Sora knew what she was doing, but it was more than that. Each slow pass of the razor triggered a surge through her, cold and sharp at once and not unpleasant. The stimulation was too much for her cunt, which predictably started leaking anew.
Sora avoided her inner labia, but did her outer one thoroughly, removing all traces of stubble before giving another pass over where her heart-shaped patch had been. To Asuka’s delight, she used a finger to carefully wipe away the foam and wetness from her soft opening then pushed it inside.
"That‘s the way all whores should be – clean shaved," Sora said, wiping the razor again on the towel.
Bound and gagged, the redhead had no answer to that, other than just letting Sora work her magic. The dark-haired girl applied a second, thinner coat of foam, her hand easily sliding over her now much-smoother wet skin. Leaning in with the razor, she worked it across the grain sideways, again moving from top to bottom with a stroke from the left and then the right. Every tiny little trace of stubble was removed in the silkiest, most erotic way Asuka could ever imagined. Her heart raced and her chest heaved.
After a few last scrapes to clean up, the razor pulled away. Sora wiped the towel over her cunt, and suddenly cool air assaulted the smooth exposed flesh like never before. Only bare, hairless flesh remained above her entrance. Her cunt lips seemed swollen and red, her bald mound flushed pink and glistening with moisture.
But as much as it embarrassed her to look like a little girl down where it mattered most, Asuka felt arousal at the sight of her bald pussy, so clean and pink despite the stretched lips and overused slit. Mari wasted no time touching this new delicacy. She traced her fingers down from the hip to the very apex of the now-barren mound.
“Nice and smooth piglet. Now people will love you more!” Mari teased, opening her hand and cupping the soft hairless pussy offered before her, rubbing it slowly.
The touch made Asuka’s face burn but at the same time made her feel really sexy. It was a pretty thing, she had to admit.
“Let me see….” Sora murmured next to her and sent a tattooed hand down between her legs to join Mari’s, teasing her softly and making her pussy throb with arousal. Even with all the sensations, Asuka could still feel her juices running out. Sora seemed pleased. “See, I told you I’d do fine.”
Asuka moaned, shaking her head in frustration. Her pussy was a furnace and growing hotter under their touch. Nostrils flaring, she pulled at her restraints and squirmed on the bed. She would have begged them if she could have.
Make me cum, she thought, please make me cum.
Mari was the first to lower her face. “The best thing about shaved pussies, Sora? No picking hair out later.” She blew a puff of air against the wet slit.
“MmmmmmMMMNNN….” Asuka moaned. Her eyes snapped close and her hips jerked.
“Though who would want to lick such a dirty, used up cunt anyway?” Mari asked with a little laugh. Sora joined in.
Asuka closed her eyes, uttering a muffled protest as she continued jerking against her restraints and writhing on the bed.
Mari pushed back and slapped hard Asuka’s cheek. “Calm the fuck down, will you? We barely started and you are already thrashing around like a dying fish.”
Barely? The word send a spike of terror through the redhead. Mari leaned in and planted a wet kiss on her nose. She was still kissing her when Sora took a hold on Asuka‘s chin and turned the her sweaty face to her. Mari didn’t seem to notice.
“Well, whore, I know how happy you must feel right now, but we have something that will really make you shed tears of joy. Don’t we?” She asked, winking at her friend.
It took a few seconds for Mari to catch on, but then she flashed a devilish grin. “Oh, absolutely. Show her.”
Sora was only too happy to oblige. She leapt off the bed and went to look for something in the pile their clothes made on the floor. She returned with a small red box, held it to Asuka’s face and opened it. “Ta-dah!”
Suddenly Asuka turned white. Her eyes grew wide in shock. Her heart seemed to stop.
Inside the box was a cushion, and on the cushion rested two small golden rings, very much like the ones adorning Sora’s own body. No one needed to tell her what they planned to do next.
“Nhh! Nhhh! Nhhhhh! NNNHHHHHGGH“ Asuka went crazy, crying out and thrashing so wildly even Mari moved back. The gag muffled her screams, but it couldn’t contain all the rage and fear, the sheer panic. Arms and legs pulled, yanking and twisting as her whole body struggled to free itself. The bed quaked, shaking from side to side. She tried. She tried and tried and tried. “NNGHHH! NNGHH!”
But the cuffs held, and when the rage was spent the only thing left was the fear. She sank back into the bed, exhausted, sobbing openly. There was nothing else to do except shake her head in denial and cry.
“Should I put these on?” Sora prompted. “I have some practice with piercing.”
“Nah,” Mari replied. “I think I can handle it myself. Of course, I might screw it up but that just adds to the fun. Mana said we could do whatever anyway.” She turned to Asuka. “To be honest, I had a tough time deciding how big a ring and where to put it.“ Grabbing Asuka’s breasts, she squeezed hard. “These puppies aren’t exactly huge, but still plenty of meat. I was thinking maybe I should put some large steel rings through the base of your areola, like the rings on a bull. But then again, those are not as delicate and beautiful. These babies are so much better, and we want to have the best piercings for your cute little titties, right?“
Mari pinched the nipple on top of each breast, her nails digging into the tender pebble until Asuka finally nodded just so she would stop.
“It’s a good thing that my friends allowed me to borrow these.“ Sora placed a small bag on the bed.
“Yeah. Now it’s my turn for some fun.” Mari reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of latex gloves and put them on. Next she pulled out a variety of sterile needles.
Asuka was horrified. The sight of the needles made her begin struggling again, frantically tugging and whimpering through the gag. Mari smiled and cupped her right breast with her latex covered fingers. She squeezed right under the dark circle of the areola before moving higher to roll the pink tassel of the nipple itself between her thumb and forefinger until it stood completely hard and erect.
"Normally, I would ask you to stop trashing around,” the brunette said. “But guess what, Sohryu? I can’t wait to turn your tit into a disfigured, bloody mess."
If possible Asuka‘s face turned even paler as the talons of fear and hopeless inevitability gripped her stomach. She once again started shaking her head. “Nghhh! Muuugh! Nuuuugh!“
For her trouble, Mari slammed her palm across her wet cheek. The slap made Asuka stop for a moment and stare wide eyed as her cheek turned red.
“Geez! Drop your hysterics, piglet. I've pierced ears before. I'm not completely stupid. Besides, it’s pretty easy actually." Mari started to tease her nipple again. The latex covered fingers pinched and pulled at her morsel.
“You are milking her like a cow,” Sora noted, giggling. “A lesbian cow.”
“Well,“ Mari’s nails sank painfully in the erect nub, “you’re close. Sohryu is not a cow. She’s a pig. Get me the alcohol.“
Finally, when Asuka was fully engorged, the older girl released her nipple and took a cotton ball soaked with alcohol that Sora had evidently prepared. Asuka never saw her do it, but of course her attention was elsewhere. The cotton ball was cold on her nipple, which only got colder as the alcohol evaporated from her skin.
Mari grinned, looking deep into her worried crystal blue eyes as she picked a long, fat needle. Ignoring a stream of muffled pleas, Mari straddled her, sitting on her stomach with all her weight and seizing the stiff nipple between her thumb and finger again, stretching it out. Rather than go for the base of the areola, she touched the point of the needle to the nub itself. It was cold--colder than the razor or the ice back at the coffee shop. Colder than anything Asuka had ever felt.
Asuka didn’t want to look, but somehow she couldn’t look away. She stared intently with wide, unblinking, terrorized eyes, tears pouring down her cheeks. Her nostrils flared, her breathing ragged and out of control. She thought about holding her breath to make herself pass out. Then came the pressure and the sharp stabbing pain and she thought of nothing else.
"Mghoogghhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as the sharp tip broke the skin and entered her flesh with agonizing slowness like a skewer. Her legs kicked helplessly against the bonds. The pain was incredible.
"Oh, don‘t be such a crybaby, piglet!" Mari hissed, but despite her thrashing kept a steady grip on the needle.
Asuka was screaming. Her pupils dilated from the pain and shock. She didn’t notice the blood until the needle started to come out the other side, making the skin bulge before it broke it. She watched it emerge slowly from her pink nub flesh and started shaking her head again, crying loudly and begging into the gag for them to stop.
They didn’t. Mari‘s latex covered finger tips were covered in blood, as was the nipple itself. Then, finally, the needle was through. Mari chuckled and leaned forward and kissed the redhead‘s sweaty brow. "You are so cute, piglet." She turned to Sora. “Give me a ring, honey.”
“Sec.” Sora picked up one of the golden rings in her hand and giggled after reading what was engraved on the inner side. “‘Property of Mana Kirishima‘? Neat.“
“Yeah, well, Kirishima wanted to tag her property.” Mari took the ring with blood-stained fingers and pushed it through the hole she had just made in the erect nipple. Asuka glanced down and when she saw the blood running down her firm breast and glint of her new gold jewelry she almost threw up.
Mari swabbed the area with alcohol again, but when it entered the wound no gag in the world could have prevented Asuka from screaming her lungs out. A searing pain shot through her breast as if someone had pierced it with a red hot knife.
“One down, one to go.” Ignoring the twitching redhead lying on the bed and writhing in agony beneath her, Mari focused her attention the remaining breast and teased the left nipple into erection as well.
“Hey, this one reads ‘Mari’s piglet’. Awesome,” Sora said after looking at the second ring.
“Yep. Wanted to add my own touch, you know.” She swabbed the nipple with a clean cotton ball and repositioned the needle.
Sora moved closer and had a front row seat as Mari slowly applied pressure until the needle’s point entered the soft, pink tassel, slowly piercing it. Asuka screamed again and again into her gag. She was so busy screaming, in fact, that she missed the needle coming out the other side in a new gush of bright red blood.
In vain Asuka writhed against the bonds, desperate to do anything to relive the twin points of fire which burned so harshly. Compared to that the ring going in was almost painless. The same could not be said when the wound was dabbed with alcohol to clean it. How she didn’t pass out, Asuka had no idea.
“Aren‘t they pretty?“ Mari asked pointing at the mirror above their heads, giving Asuka a great view of her tortured breasts.
Asuka didn’t dare look. She shook her head and sobbed more loudly into the gag.
“Shhh, little piglet,” Mari soothed, stroking her cheeks. “I know it hurts now but just you wait, when it’s all healed you’ll look so pretty and you want to look pretty, don’t you?”
Asuka stared through tears at older girl like she’d just said the stupidest thing. Pretty? She didn’t feel pretty, she felt scarred and disfigured. She’d never feel pretty again.
Meanwhile Sora carefully placed her hand on Asuka‘s breast to examine her friend’s work. “Man, they look amazing. You could be a pro.” She reached out to touch one of the rings but as soon as she did Asuka screamed and arched her back as a lightning bolt of pain to shot through her spine.
“They’ll sting for a day or two, but you’ll soon get used to them and then we can have a lot more fun. Like this.“
Mari hooked both her forefingers inside the freshly attached rings and tugged, forcing the nipples to stretch, pulling both breasts with them. That was just too much for Asuka. Her blue eyes rolled back and a heavy stream of urine gushed from her twitching pussy.
“Aww. I guess I went a little overboard.” Mari released the rings and patted Asuka‘s pierced left breast in a soothing gesture.
Meanwhile, Sora unlocked the cuffs binding Asuka‘s wrists and ankles, but the exhausted teen did not move, did not even react, and remained widely spread on the bed. Mari carefully removed the straps holding the ball gag in place and pulled it out, dripping saliva. With her fingers she pried the redhead’s mouth open and leaned in to kiss her. Asuka barely responded, but made a broken moaning noise.
Mari’s tongue was everywhere. It squiggled flirtatiously and entwined with Asuka’s, slipping under and stroking the underside of it like an eager pink worm. Little by little, the kiss seemed to awaken her body and she began kissing back on sheer, unthinking instinct. Mari wrapped her arms around her, the two of them exchanged saliva, entangling with each other, melting together.
At the same time Asuka felt a finger enter into her wet pussy. It stuck slightly as it went in, creating a pleasant friction while her lips sucked in slightly around the digit. Once fully inside her, Sora curled it up to reach the top of her inner wall and Asuka arched her back again. When she began pulling her finger out, the muscles clenched around it to prevent it from leaving but leave it did.
The frustrated whimper amused Mari, who broke her kiss and looked back at Sora. “Wanna switch?”
She did. As the naked girls crawled over their captive to exchange places they hugged and kissed, their lust evident in their faces. Then it was Sora’s turn to clamp her mouth to Asuka’s while Mari inserted a pair of naughty fingers in her cunt.
With no resistance left and overwhelmed by the pleasure in contrast to the pain before, Asuka intently sucked upon Sora's invading tongue, stud and all. Their mouths locked firmly, exchanging their saliva, moistening their lips, each of them confirming the softness of the other's lips. Asuka felt no disgust anymore, which was both shocking and liberating.
She didn’t notice when Mari’s fingers vacated her steamy cunt, nor when she came up to join them until her face just inches away. Sora seemed surprised too. She broke the kiss suddenly, but only to make out with the brunette. Mari closed her eyes as their tongues dueled for several long moments, soft slurps and sucking sounds echoing in the room. After a while, Mari withdrew from her friend‘s mouth and looked at Asuka’s desperately foggy expression.
“How about a three way kiss for the little whore?” she murmured softly.
“Sure,” Sora answered, licking the spit off her lips.
Once again they started to kiss, but as they did so they moved lower. Their mixed saliva roped down onto the redhead’s face and soon their entwined muscles were dipping into the younger girl’s mouth. Then they were on her, two tongues and two mouths having their way with hers, each of them nipping at the wet flesh, licking and sucking and biting gently. Asuka made feeble moaning noises, drowning in their hot tide, but when she tried to hold them like loves they held her arms down.
Almost as an afterthought she felt Mari grab her pierced nipples and pinch them hard. Her body writhed in agony, but her cry was silenced by Sora‘s lips sealing over her. The redhead obediently accepted the forceful kiss and stopped moving around. This combination of pain and pleasure was stronger than any drugs, and it seemed her captors knew their business well. Asuka wondered vaguely if she was the first, or if they had done this with other girls.
When Sora inserted her pierced tongue, Asuka parried it with her own. When Sora pecked her lips, she pecked the short girl‘s lips in turn. Not to be outdone, Mari pushed herself in between them, grabbing Asuka's face as she kissed Sora, then turning her attention back to her. Another forceful kiss followed. Then it was Sora's turn to get in between them. Snatching ahead of Mari, she planted a kiss on then half-German's lips.
Entangled with their burning-hot bodies, Asuka couldn‘t help but engage repeatedly in unending kisses. They were a pile a of naked, sweat-stained flesh squirming and writhing together among tangled sheets. The whole world seemed to reduce itself to their bodies, their tongues and their kisses.
By the time they climbed off her, Asuka was drunk and high at the same time, her mind swimming in a pleasant void, her eyes staring vacantly at the mirror above her and and trying to guess who that naked girl with a shaved pussy and pierced breasts was.
“Shame this date has to end,” Sora muttered as she pulled back and looked down at the redheads red face and swollen lips, her arms and legs still spread on the bed though she was not bound any more. .
“Not for a while. I booked the room for the whole weekend!” Mari stated with a laugh and a huge smile, which made the other girl smile as well.
“Really? The whole weekend?”
“Oh yeah. Check it out.” Mari walked to her bag and pulled out a pair of strap-ons with gigantic purple cocks attached to them. “I even bought some new toys to play with.”
“Those things look huuuge.” Sora took one of the dildos and examined it with wide-eyed awe.
“They have to be. Otherwise the loose slut over there won’t feel a thing.” Mari held the straps open at her feet and stepped into them. She pulled the dildo up her legs and secured it. The large purple dong swung from side to side with the motion of her hips. Sora proceeded to do the same.
Asuka had been in too much of a haze to realize what the dildos meant for her, but when they climbed back on the bed, with their big dicks bobbing like poles in front of them, she almost had a hysterical fit.
“Hey slut, turn around and raise that lazy ass of yours,” Mari ordered, grabbing hold of her dick. “Come on. Show us how much you want to fuck and maybe we’ll let you cum.”
Asuka failed to react in time, sore and exhausted as she was. But one painful tug on her freshly-pierced nips was enough to convince her to get her ass moving. Rolling onto her stomach, she hesitantly pushed her rear up into the air, a delectable offering for the two strapon wearing girls, helpless and attractive. Her face and chest pressed into the mattress, her new rings dragging lightly on the sheets. The ache there had dulled somewhat, though there was still a little blood beading out.
Don’t fight them, a soft whimpering voice in her mushed brain managed to tell her. It’ll only be worse if you do. And maybe you’ll get to cum. You like cumming, don’t you? If you cum you can forget about the pain.
“That’s a good pig,” Mari commented, patting Asuka’s rosy cheeks. “Now shake that ass.”
Asuka bit her lip, nearly in tears again. Her butt started shaking from one side to another.
“Faster, pig!” Mari landed a hard smack across her cheeks, the sweetness of a moment ago forgotten. The flustered redhead hissed as a red imprint became clearly visible on her round globe. She shook faster.
The girls allowed Asuka to humiliate herself like this for a bit, laughing and slapping her butt whenever they felt she was slacking off. Finally, Sora decided she’d had enough.
“Mind if I go first?” The older girl opened her mouth and spat onto the thick plastic shaft. Her tattooed hands started eagerly jerking the massive rubber shaft, wetly spreading her saliva as if masturbating.
“Well, okay but I get dibs on her ass. That nasty shithole needs some serious fucking.”
There was no further reply as the bed shifted underneath her once again and a pair of slender hands gripped her waist. Asuka gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut with all the strength she had. Her loud cry muffled by the bedding as the older girl’s hips moved, plowing the huge dildo forward to fill her pussy up to the cervix.
Sora pulled back, before impaling the barely conscious redhead again. In and out she moved, as her pelvis slammed loudly against the round, creamy buttocks with vigorous force, which kept on increasing with each thrust.
Soon the whole bed was rocking and creaking below them, the headboard slamming against the wall violently to the rhythm of slapping meat, grunts, pants, moans and sobs.

To be continued ….
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