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Taboo Parallel	By : Strigon2 Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 105790 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: We don't own Eva. Hell, we don't even own the original story that this is based on. And we also don't make any money.

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Disclaimer: We don't own Eva. Hell, we don't even own the original story that this is based on. And we also don't make any money.

Author notes: Yeah long silence. We actually had this chapter ready loong loong time ago but weren’t really happy with it so it had a couple complete rewrites along the way and even now we are not completely happy, but needed to show something to show that we are still alive.

The Strigon Team Presents:

TABOO PARALLEL

Stage 11: You Maid My Day

“So this is Mana‘s house? Not bad,” Mari Illustrious Makinami whispered under her breath as her eyes explored the large opulent building that belonged to the Kirishima family. Mana‘s father was an influential man, something to do with government and politics so it was no wonder, but still the house was nothing short of gorgeous.
Surrounded by a large private garden and protected by a tall stone fence, stood a two storied mansion. It was designed following the western style, the heavy looking oak door surrounded by the decorative columns, a slanting roof and large windows. The columns were dark brown, matching the walls, while the arches on the windows, colored in a much darker hue that was almost black, accented the facade. The outer fence was lighter colored stone than the house, like a light tan, with a few red brick crenels along the top and an iron gate leading to a path and a graveled driveway.
Mari felt heavily underdressed for being welcomed at such a fancy place. She wore a high cut green skirt which barely made it down beyond mid-thigh, white shirt with short sleeves and a necktie. Brown shoes complemented the color of her brunette hair, but she had neither socks nor her usual black hose. A large backpack hung from her shoulders, containing all her toys. She couldn't wait to use them.
Seeing the button besides the gate, Mari reached out and pressed. There was a buzzing sound, followed by a voice.
“Yes, may I help you?”
“Hi, yeah. I’m Mari Makinami. Mana Kirishima invited me here,” Mari said excitedly.
“Ah. Another of the mistress’ friends.” There was another buzz as the gate unlocked. “Come in.”
Mari pushed the gate open and walked up the path to the front door, looking around at the fancy landscaping decorating the front yard, complete with perfectly trimmed bushes, flower beds, low cut green grass and even a statue. She climbed a short set of steps to the door, rang again and pushed it open. The inner design of the place was as upscale as the outside. The first floor gave entry into large space, well illuminated by the large windows, with an elegant living room set and huge TV screen. Soft carpet covered most of the floor, and where it didn’t Mari caught the opulent gleam of patterned marble. Lots of paintings, mirrors and other ornaments adorned the walls.
As she entered, the brunette caught a few curious glances from the servants who were working on the first floor, but none tried to stop her or ask who she was. Ignoring them, Mari took her shoes off and stepped along the carpeted floor, enjoying the feel of it. She found the large wood and marble staircase directly across the door and headed up, since Mana had told her over the phone to go straight to her room when she arrived, and even though there were a lot of doors on the upstairs hallway she had no problem finding the exact right one. The loud panting and moaning could be heard even from the top of the stairs.
When she opened the next door the sight she found inside made her smile.
Asuka was sprawled naked on the floor before a large bed with pink sheets and a pile of pillows. A rope kept her arms tied wrists to elbows behind her back and out of the way. Two other ropes went around her breasts, one above and one below, framing and squeezing her succulent tear-drop shaped tits, pushing them forward and filling her pierced nipples with blood. Golden rings dangled from the nubs, bouncing back and forth as she was fucked wildly by Kensuke Aida. The geek towered above her, holding Asuka‘s legs wide apart, spreading her by her ankles and hammering down hard into the unprotected, warm and very bald crotch. And like the girl beneath him, he was also totally naked.
Even from the door, Mari could see where Aida‘s rod was engulfed by the piglet’s vagina, the bright pink labia swollen as it opened like a hungry mouth, already moist with a tide of love juices. The whole time Asuka just glared up at the boy whose dick she was being forced to take, her blue eyes blazing with fury, teeth clenched.
Her clear reluctance only seemed to make Kensuke fuck harder. He pulled on the teen’s legs and drove his member down, spearing her like a stupid fish over and over again. All Asuka could do was to jerk in vain against the ropes, unable to pull away. Her cheeks were scarlet and wet from perspiration, and the noises she made--loud guttural moans and low, drawn out grunts--could have been from pain as much as from pleasure. It was enough for Mari to start getting horny just listening to
While the naked teens rutted on the floor like dogs, Mana Kirishima sat on the big bed above them, watching. She was still fully dressed with a grey sleeveless shirt with high cut white shorts. Her hair was blood red, darker even than Asuka’s, but much shorter. Her eyes were green, sparking with a sort of cruel glint Mari could well understand. Few people enjoyed torturing Asuka as much as her. Mana was one of them.
Deciding not to interrupt the sex show, Mari walked carefully around and sat on the bed next to Mana.
“I see you started without me.“ Her tone was happily amused rather than accusatory. She couldn’t really blame Mana for wanting to see her pet get her due. Asuka‘s tied wrists fought against the bindings, her body writhing and bucking as her geeky classmate fed more of his stiff length into her sex, but it was her red and grimacing face Mari really enjoyed. And her nipples, with the golden rings Mari herself had given her.

“It‘s just a warm-up.“ Mana shrugged. "A bit boring if you ask me."
“Looks pretty intense from here.” The squelching noises that emerged from the pair’s heated loins made the point better than anything she could say.
“Well, you know how sluts are.“
Asuka‘s pink-tipped breasts heaved rapidly with her ragged breathing, the little rings in her nipples flicking as she continually arched her back in a feline manner. Not able to resist the bewitching sight of the two white, sweat covered tits bouncing wildly, Kensuke leaned down to bury his face against her firm breasts and rapidly began kissing and tonguing them all over. Then he caught the jerking nipple and the ring in his mouth sank his teeth into the soft flesh right around the pink areola.
"Ah!" Asuka cried out through clenched teeth. "Y-you are too rou-rough, dammit!"
Ignoring her, Kensuke kept his mouth at her teat and thrust forward as hard as he could, completely burying himself into her with a brutal impact. He released her ankles and slid his hands beneath the soft, sweaty globes of Asuka's ass, fingers digging into the flesh, forcing a few more pleasure-filled gasps from the redhead’s mouth.
Her still-stinging nipples swelled even larger, straining around the rings, and throbbing like her heartbeat. The tied girl‘s moans mingled with his grunts as their bodies meshed
"Oooooohhhhh! Oooooohhhhh!" Asuka gasped, a sound Mari had heard many times in their little hotel room. To everyone’s surprise, and maybe her own, the redhead’s body actually started thrusting back against the boy fucking her. Of course, Mari knew she loved to fuck, which made denying it to her such a treat sometimes.
"Yeah, thats right. Take it you little slut!" Kensuke panted hoarsely into the redhead‘s ear, while pumping lustily. His pelvis was pressed down hard against hers, and each surging stroke tantalized her highly charged clitoris with an almost-electric jolt of raw, physical pleasure. Her own frantic thrusts threw her gorgeous cunt at him, craving for more.
Feminine juices, as if bubbling from some magic inner fountain, bathed and lubricated his massive pleasure tool with their pungent fluids, leaving it as slick as grease and forming quite a puddle under her uplifted white buttocks.
“Ooooh! Shut up, st-Ah!-stupid otakuuuuu!“
The tempo of their fucking continued to accelerate, until Kensuke was bucking into her so hard and fast he practically knocked the breath out of the slender teen each time he descended, his hips moving in a blur while fingers crushed the fleshy mounds of her fine rump in a viselike grip.
Her long legs coiled upward and she began jamming his back with her heels like someone spurring on a horse.
"Ooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" Asuka‘s voice was almost distraught, and Mari could see that her eyes were widely dilated with sexual abandonment. Her mouth was gaping open and drool was running uncontrollably down her trembling chin, a torrent that matched the one between her legs.
“Get ready, red!” Finally, Kensuke announced. “I'm coming!”
Mari couldn’t see him come, buried so deep in the redhead as he was, but she could certainly hear him, and imagined the hot spurts filling Asuka’s helpless womb, the semen plastering her walls, crawling inside her. At times like this she truly regretted not being a man. Kensuke was still coming when Asuka’s back arched, mashing her flopping, bound boobs against his chest, her hips churning frantically.
“Ich kooooommmmeeeeeee!" Asuka emitted a shrill, almost-hysterical cry. Her body shuddered as spasms and spasms of orgasmic intensity rippled through her.
Totally breathless, the two of them collapsed a minute later in a tangle of arms and legs, making a heap of their sweaty, fulfilled bodies. Kensuke swiveled his hips, slowing down the rapid pace of his strokes and grinding to a stop.
Kensuke was in no hurry to disengage, and Mari could understand; she wouldn’t be in his place, either. Then, after a long while just panting and lying there, he slowly drew his softening penis out of Asuka’s aching, oozing vulva, dripping the remnants from both their orgasm.
“Looks like I came inside you again, red,” the otaku said, wiping a hand over his face and smiling. “Sorry about that. Good thing you got those pills.”
“Muhhhhugh … ” Asuka groaned, gasping and shuddering with the aftershocks of what had to be a mind-shattering orgasm. Her bald pussy glittered with her juices while Kensuke‘s creamy semen flowed thickly from her opening.
“I sure hope her birth control pills are reliable,” Mari laughed, gazing eagerly at the gaping folds of flesh and glistening pink tunnel now stuffed with boy goo. She wondered how any times the pig had been fucked today. More than just this one, by the looks of it.
Mana shrugged. “Even if she gets knocked up she will still be the same nasty whore.”
“Heh, that’s true.” Mari got up from the bed and went to stand over Asuka’s head, and as she looked upwards the younger girl seemed to notice her for the first time. “Enjoyed yourself, slut?”
“Go ... to hell,” Asuka hissed and turned her head away. Bound and exhausted she couldn’t do much else.
“Don’t be like that,” Mari said in a tone of playful hurt. “Didn't you like all the fun we had before? We'll be spending a whole day together again, you know. Ever since Mana told me I’ve been thinking of things to do to you. Besides,” Mari lifted one nicely shaped leg and carefully pressed her bare foot on Asuka’s right breast, flattening it, “I can already see how excited you are.”
“Leave me alone. I’m not here because I want to be!” Asuka sharply twisted herself to the side, shaking off the foot.
Mari pulled away, but instead of putting the foot down on the floor held it above Asuka’s face. “You made my foot all sweaty,” she said, obviously enjoying herself a lot. “Clean it off.”
“Clean it yourself, ”Asuka retorted.
“I thought you’d never ask.” With those words Mari lowered her foot and started roughly rubbing it across her face. Asuka tried to turn herself away, but she couldn’t properly escape her tormentor. Mari spread her toes and clamped them around the redhead's nose. “Open your mouth, pig.”
Asuka shook her head, her lips welded shut.
Mana jumped off the bed and came over to Asuka, squatting next to her. “Listen, whore, Mari is my house guest and you need to treat my house guests with obedience and respect. Are we clear?”
Asuka still shook her head, trying to escape the disgusting pressure from Mari's foot.
Mana’s fingers found Asuka’s erect, wet nipples and twisted hard as if turning the knobs on a radio. The redhead screamed and arched her back like an electric shock had gone through her.
“Are. We. Clear?” Mana yelled, twisting more with each word.
Asuka shrieked in pain and nodded her head furiously.
“Then be a good little whore and lick Mari’s foot clean.” Mana’s finger pulled, forcing the nipples to stretch out. Asuka turned her face up, squeezed her eyes shut and reluctantly opened her mouth. Her wet tongue licked down Mari’s sole, tasting sweat and skin and leaving a thin trail of saliva.
“That's good,” Mari commended, her voice sounding a little bit hoarse and breathless as Asuka took the big toe into her mouth and slowly started sucking on it. After Asuka had paid her respects to all her toes, then did the same to the other foot, Mari was finally satisfied.
“You should do that without us having to make you,” Mana said. “Here I thought I would invite you to have a nice time, but now you are just ruining it. Keep proving your uselessness to me and I might just give your ass to Mari.”
“I’d totally make it worth it! Here, I brought some stuff to play with.” Mari got down on her knees and slung her backpack from her shoulders. One by one she took out its contents, holding the items up so Asuka could see them. There were a few nasty looking dildos, a strap-on, some anal beads, a plastic syringe, nipple clamps and a very fat looking black plastic butt plug. Lastly, she pulled out a bottle filled with thick semener and a silver metal speculum.
Asuka stared at the collection with wide, shocked eyes.
“Surprised?” Mari said gleefully when she noticed. “But that’s not all. Check this out.” The bespectacled brunette pulled another item from one of her pockets: a hook with two rounded prongs on either end attached to a leather belt. “Tadah!“
“W-what the hell is that?“ Asuka tried to sound angry, but her voice was trembling. “You … you are not gonna stick that in me, are you?”
“Shame on you – you are such a pervert but still don’t know some of the most basic things. It‘s a nose-hook. Just for your cute little snout!“ Mari then squatted down in front of her face. “Lets try it out, piglet.“
Asuka tried to shake Mari‘s hands but the older girl was stronger, and with Mana‘s help, after a few moments of the futile struggle, the redhead had the two round prongs inserted into her nostrils. The hook strap was then guided over the top of the head and tied at the back where the ropes that already bound her looped around. The effect was to pull her nose up and squash it down, making it look somewhat like a pig’s snout.
“There you go! My cute, lovely piglet.” Mari leaned in to give a kiss, but Asuka turned her head to the side, avoiding the girl‘s lips.
"Get away from me," she hissed, struggling to break free from Mari’s arms. Her voice sounded funny and unusual because of her pulled up nose.
Mari gave her a wink, followed by a small tug on the left nipple ring. The naked girl tensed.
"Oh, but a servant needs to please her masters. That’s what all good maids do. Didn't your mistress tell you?"
Asuka only turned her head and stared questioningly at the younger girl.
“I guess she doesn’t know anything, like usual.” Mana shrugged. “You are going to be my personal maid for today. Your otaku boyfriend suggested it was a good way for you to make some money. Of course, he’ll keep it to pay for your lazy slut ass. You wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway. The only benefit you get is the chance at being humiliated by your betters.”
“Sounds great, doesn’t it?” Mari chirped in, ignoring the other teen’s unhappy frown. “How about we play with your shithole a bit? I have plenty of stuff for that.”
“Yeah. Thats a good thing to start with.” Mana said and then stole a glance at the clock on the wall “My, look at the time. We better get a move on. Down to your knees and stick your ass out, cunt.“ Mana placed her hands on Asuka‘s thighs and tried to turn the redhead over, only to jerk back a few moments later, barely avoiding the kick from her reluctant pet.
“No!” Asuka protested. “I don’t want to be your maid, and I don’t want you doing anything to my ass!“
The redhead tried to get up, but after just being fucked thoroughly by Kensuke her legs buckled under her, and with her hands tied behind her back she was helpless. Mari grabbed the leather strap that was holding Asuka‘s nose up and pulled, making the naked redhead cry in pain. It took a few stronger tugs before Asuka was on her knees and then roll over, so that she was lying on her belly.
“Awww, I swear this tight butt makes me so hot.“ Mari cupped Asuka’s flushed buttocks in her palms and squeezed. “My horny little piglet.“
“S-stop it...“ Asuka weakly protested again as Mari leaned in and ran her tongue along her still-oozing slit, licking up both her tangy honey and the remnants of Kensuke’s load that was slowly being pushed out.
“I could eat you all up, piglet, “ Mari muttered, pushing her tongue into the used pussy. The pink muscle slithered around her passage, twirling in circular motions as it scooped all the juices.
Asuka gasped at the stimulation. “Let me be,” She begged, her voice trembling. Below she felt her nether regions rekindle in arousal “I promise to be good.” Spasms ran through her spine, her ass unconsciously humping back against its invader. Why was that monster so good with her tongue!?
“How much more pathetic can you get, cunt?” Mana snorted as the redhead began to moan.   “Have some shame.” before slapping Asuka‘s naked ass hard.
Mari tasted a new wave of juices as they flowed through the younger teens’ vagina, her tongue lapping the new batch for a moment before finally releasing the horny cunt with a big wet plopping sound. “Just lift that cute piggy ass of yours,” The brunette said, her hands stroking the sides of her buttocks in a sensual manner. The redhead only pressed herself harder against the floor. Mari let out a loud sigh. “Like a little stubborn child.”
The brunette‘s long fingers wiggled under Asuka‘s pussy. She ran her fingertips against the flapping labia, dangling down and stretched from so much fucking. Poking around the fleshy wet folds, she quickly found the tiny clitoris then took it between her fingers and sank her nails into the rock hard nub. Asuka squealed, and her rear practically jumped up in the air.
“See? You can do it when you want. Now keep it that way.“ Mari said, not releasing the pressure on her clit.
“Let it go!“ Asuka screeched, wiggling helplessly into her bonds, her hands clenched into tight fists by her elbows. Her legs buckled and one foot almost kicked the older girl.
Mari did let go, but only to scratch a nail across the skin right around Asuka’s asshole, tickling every brown wrinkle. She noticed how much looser it seemed from the first time she ever saw it, when it’d been just a tiny puckered thing, but like her cunt it had been getting quite a lot of use.
The redhead bucked again as Mana placed her hands on each of her firm and sweaty buttocks and pulled them slowly apart, fully exposing the hole between them. Kensuke was close behind them, grinning wide, taking pictures with his camera.
Mari leaned closer and spat on it her defenseless anus, letting large drops of her warm spit slowly roll down the gap between asshole and cunt.
“Ok, here we go.“ Mari rubbed the spit right on the brown hole with her index finger then firmly pushed against it. Asuka whimpered as Mari felt the seal easily give in and Asuka’s sphincter weakly clenching and unclenching on the digit. It was a little like sticking your finger in warm wet mud. She twisted it around, opening the girl a bit more.
“Uuuughh,” Asuka let out a protesting groan as Mari forced a second finger in, going into her rectum and expanding her anal tract, but even with the added resistance it wasn’t very hard. Asuka’s asshole was quite loose and stretched like a floppy rubber band.
“Nice,” Mari said. “Must have gotten a lot of practice. Piggie is loose as a goose.”
“A hole’s only good for getting stuffed, right?” Mana replied.
“P-please …” Asuka‘s sphincter went into a series of spasms, clamping and unclamping on the sliding fingers as they pushed farther into the deep recesses of her rectum. Even Mana and Kensuke could see the muscles of teen‘s anal ring moving, working hard, attempting to fight the cruel ravishment of her asshole by pushing the slender intruders out.
Mari watched her asshole stretching open wider, her sphincter struggling to clutch tightly on two fingers as it gripped them like a soft mouth. Slowly, she started pumping, driving the fingers in and out with surprising gentleness.
Gradually the muscles loosened up, and Asuka‘s firm ass slumped down a little. Mari leaned in to give a few butterfly kisses on the top of her buttocks. “That‘s it honey. Relax. Everything will be fine,“ she whispered against milky globes, her warm lips touching the moist skin with each word she said.
Finally, Mari pushed a third and fourth finger down the warm anal tunnel. Asuka tensed again and uttered a grunt, but there wasn’t much else she could do.
“See? You did it! Good piglet! I am so proud of you!“ Mari patted the upturned buttocks and turned her head grinning at Mana and winked. But the young girl only shrugged and pointed at the clock.
Understanding the mute gesture, Mari sighed and freed her all four digits out in one strong pull. The fingers popped out with a noisy sound, Asuka‘s sphincter grabbing on them tightly as they moved out as if her asshole did not want them to leave.
The tiny, brown rosebud gaped open for a few moments, as thick strings of drool roped down the twitching rubbery ridges. Then the tight opening started slowly to close. But before the little wrinkled mouth was shut again, Mari quickly took up the syringe and the jar from the floor.
Asuka looked over her shoulder and froze. ”What is that?” she asked, eyeing the nasty-looking white liquid in the bottle.
“Oh, don‘t worry, it’s not acid or anything. Here.“ Mari twisted open the jar and brought it under Asuka’s nose. Asuka flinched at the strong, salty smell that hit her nostrils, though of course she was very familiar with it by now.
“C-Cum?“ the younger teen said.
“Yep. Some tasty, tangy cum from yesterday that Kensuke and a few other boys were nice enough to provide for us. And some water.“
Mari placed the jar back on the floor and dipped the syringe tip into it. When she pulled the plunger, the tube began to fill with cum from the jar. Asuka was clearly not in agreement with what about to happen to her, but a few slaps silenced her protests.
“Be a grown-up pig for once and stop whining. Here we go.“ Mari pushed the nozzle against the already weakened asshole. The redhead instinctively clenched her cheeks, but there was little else she could do. Once the nozzle was in, Mari slowly pressed her thumb against the plunger, forcing the nasty liquid down into Asuka’s warm bowels.
“Arggh!“ Asuka grunted as the smelly liquid rushed deep into her rectum, spreading quickly into the colon.
Mari pulled the syringe nozzle from the brown asshole and quickly pushed her finger deep into the teen’s anus, impaling her on it. A second one joined the first, opening her up.
“Tighten up, don’t let the liquid out,” the brunette ordered. “Everything that leaks out I will make you drink. Understand?”
Whimpering, Asuka clamped down on the fingers, the fluids sealed deep in her anal tract. With one hand Mari dipped the syringe into the jar again and filled the tube with another load of sperm. Meanwhile, bored with just watching, Mana moved closer and began to rub her hands under Asuka’s stomach, forcing the liquids to slosh inside her body. A wet slurpy sound escaped her asshole.
“Remember what I said.” Mari pushed the syringe tip through the tightly-clenched anus again. “What comes out goes right back in the other end. You will like that even less.”
“Aaaah!” Asuka gasped as a load of cold semen was pumped inside her. “T-that hurts,” the redhead whimpered, her body shuddering.
The cruel girls worked together; Mana continued to massage Asuka’s trembling stomach, forcing more cramps while Mari continued to fill her anus with more of the smelly goo.
"I can’t take it anymore!" the redhead gasped breathlessly, sweating and squirming in desperation. Wide eyed, Asuka watched as Mari filled the large syringe again from the jar. Her other hand spread the redhead’s cheek, opening her defenseless anus to the large nozzle once again. “No! Stop!”
To her surprise. Mari indeed stop. “Well, alright.” She put the syringe to the side. But Asuka’s relief was short lived. “After all I have a few more plans for your nasty little, piglet asshole.” Grinning, she took the plastic bag with various sized beads within and held it in front of her pig’s upturned nose. “These are anal beads. I’m sure you’ve seen them before. Usually they are connected but these ones are special. And guess where they are going into?”
“A-are you stupid?!” Asuka croaked sharply, staring at the beads with evident distress. She didn’t need to guess. “There’s no way they could fit. I’d fucking die.”
“You‘ll never know until you try.” Mari pulled the first bead from the bag. They were all hard, smooth glass, solid and in several sizes, but she decided to start with the smallest. Rolling it between her fingers, she firmly pressed it to the already stuffed anus.
The rubbery seal refused her, but she applied more pressure and it slowly spread wide to accept the bead. She heard the young, sweaty teenager groan as it popped in, her straining asshole sliding over the round surface, engulfing and eventually swallowing it into the warm depths of her rectum.
The next bead was somewhat larger. Mari pressed it against the asshole and started pushing on it while Asuka shuddered and groaned. “Uuughh … stop …”
It took more effort than the previous ones, as it would of course since Asuka was getting more and more stuffed. Eventually, her anus gave up its pointless fight and gulped down on the beads like a little mouth.
“That’s a good pig.” Mari patted her butt cheeks. “Take a deep breath. In and out. In and out. And here comes another.” She pressed forward again, this time with one of the larger beads and much slower, wanting Asuka to feel the stretching in her rear opening as it slowly passed the glass sphere and squirted a little whitish juice out.
Two more beads went in like that, to Mari’s delight and Asuka’s whimpering dismay. Her face was flushed red, straining, her body quivering. Then came the last bead--and also the largest.
“No! It’s too big!” Asuka yelled when she felt its girth press up against her already stuffed anus.
The protest only earned her a hard slap across her buttocks from Mari. “Shut up, cunt. A slut like you should be able to handle much more than that.”
The slightly-brown juices running out of Asuka’s asshole soaked Mari’s fingers but the bespectacled girl paid no heed and kept on pushing the slippery and slick bead deeper in, and when it seemed like it could go no further she placed the heel of her palm against the glass and tried to force it down while Asuka’s gaping asshole pushed it back.
But it was a struggle the redhead couldn’t win. Little by little, the bead squeezed in, so large and the rectum so stuffed that her anus remained open to show a little glimpse of the bead within.
“Close that shithole!” Mana slapped her buttocks hard. “Now, cunt!”
Grunting, Asuka made an effort to squeeze her asshole shut, trembling while she did, until her body swallowed the bead completely.
“That’s my girl.” Mari traced her slimy index around the wrinkled hole, but Asuka did manage to hold them in. “We still need you to carry the food for us to the pool. We’ll be catching some sun outside.”
“And you’ll serve us.” Mana added. “Like a good maid.”
“I have to take a shit,” Asuka groaned. “Please, I can’t hold it.”
“You can, and you will,” Mana said in an hard voice. “Just try to shit in my room and I’ll skin you alive, whore. Now hurry up and tell the servants downstairs to fix us some lunch. Bring it to the pool.“
“I have to shit! Now!“ Asuka screamed. Her naked body shaking all over as she rose onto her knees, her face tensed with distress.
Mana did not seem impressed. “Only after you bring us food.“ She turned to Kensuke, who’d been watching them the whole time. “I really hope you potty trained this cunt.”
“Oh she got trained alright,” he said.
“Fine!” Asuka yelled. “I’ll go. Untie me. Give me clothes.“
Mana dismissed her requests with a wave of her hand. “Nah. Just go like this. Exhibitionist sluts like you don’t care if everyone sees them naked.“
“Ah! Wait. I think piglet is right.“ Mari added suddenly, reaching into the bag to search for something. “We can’t let her go downstairs just like that. She’s too plain.“
The older girl pulled out another item from the bag--a pair of nipple clamps with small alligator teeth and a light silver chain running between them. She quickly moved back to the shocked, naked girl and pinched up her right nipple. Then she attached the first clamp into the flesh and the ring that pierced through it.
Asuka yelped and tried to pull away, but she was loaded and slow, and it didn’t take long for Mari to catch her by her hair and pulled her close again to attach the second clamp. The younger teen frantically shook her head, whimpering cutely in such a way it made it impossible for Mari to resist pulling her chain. So she did. The light silvery chain grew taut, tugging on both engorged nipples and stretching the flesh.
“There you go, pig. Now you are fully dressed for the occasion. The clamps and the rings really match sweetly on those slutty teats of yours.” Looking into the teenager’s crystal blue eyes, Mari used her hands to pluck cruelly at the tightly squeezed nipples. The redhead clenched her teeth in pain.
“I don‘t know,“ Mana mused rubbing her chin. Her eyes looking over Asuka from head to toes. “She still kind of looks plain, doesn‘t she?“
“Well...“ Mari tugged on the chain connected two nipple clamps in deep thought. The naked redhead squirmed in discomfort, but no one paid attention. “I know!“
Releasing the chain, she went back and dug through her bag to find a black permanent marker. “Here.”
“Neat.” Mana instantly understood what she wanted to do and took the marker eagerly. “Stand up, cunt.”
Asuka had little choice, but to encourage her Mari seized her hair and dragged her to her feet. Asuka groaned, and Mari could only imagine all that content in her belly shifting around. It must have been very uncomfortable. When she finally stood, the redhead had a visible lurch to her, like she couldn’t stand straight due to the heavy load she carried. Her gut let out a loud gurgle, throwing Mari and Kensuke into a snickering fit. Mana did not find it funny, and instead slapped her ass hard with her palm, forcing the bound girl to take one step forward from the force of the blow.
“Keep everything inside, you worthless slut. I don’t want your smelly shit on my hands.”
Asuka hissed but did not say anything. Mana set to work with the marker. First she wrote 'Cock goes here' on her belly with an arrow pointing down towards the fat, dangling lips of her labia. Above the shaved mound she drew on some pubic hair, then wrote ‘loose used cunt’.
'Piglet' was written on the small of Asuka’s back, together with a crude drawing of a pig, followed by ‘piss drinker‘ scribbled on her left ass cheek and ‘slave slut‘ on the right one.
As Mana wrote, Asuka seemed to find it harder and harder to stand still, squirming incessantly and making just the sweetest whimpery noises. Mana finished her off by drawing bullseyes around her pierced nipples and colored the tips of the teats completely black. Asuka didn’t like it one bit, her face scrunched up and looking like she was about to cry. Neither girl cared very much, and Ken was too busy taking pictures.
But even worse was the gurgling in her stomach, which was more likely the cause of any oncoming tears rather than what they wrote on her. “P-please … I have to go.”
Mari just loved to hear her beg. She swiftly cupped Asuka’s firm, round buttocks and pulled the disgraced teen closer, until the naked teen’s bloated stomach squashed against her. Asuka opened her mouth to protest, but Mari placed her hand on the back of the redhead’s neck and captured the teenager’s lips with her own. If there was one thing she liked more than hearing her piglet squeal, it was to kiss her.
At first the bound girl tried to pull away, but the kneading hand on her buttocks and the one in her hair held her in place. Eventually the sheer sensation of the kiss, as well as the soft massage of her nape and the overflowing taste of warm spit, subdued her. Her resistance waned and soon Asuka herself was getting into the kiss, her own tongue swirling passionately around Mari‘s, while more and more saliva escaped the tight seal of their lips.
Mari‘s fingers moved deeper into red hair, forcing Asuka to tilt her head on the opposite direction from hers, as the older girl demandingly deepened the kiss. Her wet tongue continued to explore the half-German’s mouth. Then she broke the kiss and sucked Asuka‘s lower lip into her mouth, biting it, pulling it, before finally releasing it and pulling away. Both girls were breathing hard, their lips slightly swollen from the force of the kiss. Asuka‘s chin was glistening with the saliva and she was quivering like a helpless kitten.
“You are so sexy, piglet.“ Mari whispered, her lips merely an inch away from the redhead‘s mouth. “I can’t wait to sink my teeth into you. I still can’t forget that special weekend we shared back then.“
“You hurt me,” Asuka moaned back, her voice a little soft breeze.
“You got frisky so I had to put you in your place.” Mari replied, now nibbling on an earlobe. “I wanted to make you pretty, to own you, to leave my mark on you.” Her hands wrapped more closely around the younger girl. “No one will ever love you like I do. Every part of you, right down to the filth from your asshole, and you will love mine.” The brunette’s lowered her mouth.
Asuka closed her eyes and leaned her head back sighing with the sensation of lips nuzzling her throat. “Mmmhhmmmm,” she breathed out in pleasure.
Feeling the excitement growing, Mari chuckled against the hollow of Asuka’s throat. “God, you are such a wanton lesbo.“ She ran her hands down her back, teasing the folded, bound arms rendered as useless as clothes on a pig, then finally grasping the teen by her buttocks like they were nothing more than soft warm dough. .
“But,“ Mari grinned, just as she was starting to rub her leg against Asuka, “if you don‘t hurry up you will also be a wanton lesbo who shits in her friend’s room. And that would be bad, wouldn‘t it?”
Mari lifted her face and gave a light peck on the tip of Asuka‘s forcibly upturned nose before pulling away. As she did she saw the hint of reluctant longing in the girl’s round blue eyes. She already knew that no matter how much her piglet denied it, no matter how much she hurt her, a part of her--the part that loved kissing and having her pussy touched--still wanted her. And it made the teasing and taunting all the more satisfying.
When Asuka just stood there dumbly, the bespectacled girl slapped hard across her butt, leaving her pink handprints on the tender skin of her cheeks. The blow was strong enough to send the bound teen stumbling forwards, but somehow she managed to stay on her feet.
“Now go, piglet!”
As the redhead tottered unsteadily towards the door, Mana turned to Mari. “We gotta get changed. You brought a swimsuit, right?“
Mari nodded. “Yeah. Do you think your servants will mind seeing piggie like that?”
“I doubt it,” Mana answered. “Father pays them a lot to be discreet.”

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Asuka’s legs were trembling as she reached the stairs. She could feel her bowels squirming and shifting and cramping around the hard beads that filled them, trying to push them out even as she forced herself to hold them in. And she could feel the semen sloshing around inside her, making her desperately want to shit. It wasn’t her first enema, but usually it was only water rather than stinking cold cum.
As she walked down the stairs the redhead had to take short breaks every few steps. The dull impacts of her bare feet on the hard wooden boards sent shockwaves through her whole body and threatened to cause her to spill her load. The chain dangling from her abused nips jingled in time with her struggle, announcing her to anyone close enough to hear. She was quickly soaked in perspiration, her knees wobbling and almost bent double from the strain in her bowels.
“Ugghh … uhhh …”
Then suddenly, near the bottom of the stairs, she felt a trickle leaking out of her. Her whole body clenched to keep it in. She was one big knot, gritting her teeth and squeezing her anus to close it tight. This had the effect of rolling the beads even deeper, expanding her colon and rectum to fit them.
Once on the first floor, Asuka found herself facing another dilemma. When they brought her in Mana hauled her right up the stairs to the second floor, so she wasn’t sure where the kitchen was. There were a few doors and hallways in the large opulent living room, but no indication of which led to the kitchen. She’d already decided to go shuffling to her left when she heard voices behind her and stopped in her tracks.
“What’s this?” said a high, sharp voice. “Mistress’ toy forgot her clothes?”
Asuka turned slowly, feeling her face go red. Standing there were two of Mana’s maids, one a black haired Chinese girl and the other a shorter blonde with wide blue eyes as she took in Asuka’s condition. She could only imagine the shameless spectacle she presented to them: walking around totally in the buff, ropes around your breasts and arms tied behind your back, belly swollen due to enema, insults written all over your sweaty body with a marker, her nose forcibly upturned by the hooks and two heavy nipple-clamps and chain pinching her already pierced buds. They must have thought her a total pervert.
“I-I need to find the kitchen,” Asuka said in a trembling voice. She was rocking from one foot to the other, finding it harder and harder to stay still as her belly churned. She hated the way she sounded, even more than how she looked, but what else could she do?
The maids exchanged a look, and the Chinese one laughed. “Okay,” the blonde said. Asuka noticed she seemed a little embarrassed, unlike her companion. “It’s over here.”
Dread and shame hanging over her, Asuka followed them through the living room, her asshole clenched tight. The floor here was smooth, probably very expensive marble and rather cold, but this discomfort was nothing compared to the one caused by the enema or the nipple clamps--to say nothing of the ackwards fact that she was walking around fully naked in someone’s house, tied up and with insults written all over her. Even with so many recent humiliations it was too much. The redness on her face refused to go away.
She heard more voices up ahead, although only briefly before she crossed another doorway and the voices suddenly stopped.
“Hey, boys, wanna see something interesting?” the Chinese girl called out. “We found her like this. What d’ya think?”
Asuka bit her lip, trying to hold back a distraught squeak at the sight of the three men that crowded around the kitchen’s breakfast counter. Of them only the old guy, who looked to be in his sixties or maybe older, was Japanese. On his left sat a plump guy dressed in a white chef uniform while on the left stood a huge, muscular looking black guy with a black suit and tie. They all stared at her.
Having come this far, Asuka slowly padded towards the guy in chef clothes. “H-hey!“ she said, trying to hide her embarrassment behind an angry tone. “Mana said to bring some food for her. To the pool.“
Even though her current situation was horrid, Asuka Langley Sohryu would never bow low enough to say ‘please’ to some servants. Her pride would not allow it. Yet her pride could not protect from their eyes roaming all over her well ornamented naked body.
“Ummm, hello.“ the man in the chef uniform eyed her closely, his shock shifting into suspicion. It clearly wasn’t every day that a naked and bound teen walked into his kitchen. “Mistress Kirishima sent you, is that it?“
Asuka clenched her jaw hard, trying to prevent the hysterical shout that threatened to break out any second.
“Yes,“ she hissed and repeated the order as calmly as she could. “She’s going to tan by the pool. She said to bring food.”
The cook still hesitated. Maybe he thought this was some kind of test. Asuka couldn’t really blame him. His small eyes darted towards the others for support. However, the old guy seemed more interested in the young body so shamelessly exposed right before him, while the guy in black just flashed her a huge grin and gave her a thumbs up. Behind her back, the blond maid was busy whispering something into the Chinese girl‘s ear and looking pointedly at Asuka. The Chinese girl kept on nodding, her slanted eyes glued to redhead‘s body too. It was her who broke the awkward silence.
“Well, Beau, you heard the… lady,“ she paused for a few seconds to control a sudden bout of laughter. “Prepare the food. That‘s your job, ne?“
“Why would the mistress send this girl?” the cook asked.
“It‘s alright. She’s her pet.” The Chinese girl pointed with her head towards the blonde maid. “She is the one Charlotte saw working her magic between Mistress Kirishima‘s legs earlier.”
Asuka felt a new prickle of embarrassment. Mana had made her eat her pussy as a greeting when she first arrived with Kensuke that morning, but she didn’t know until now that any of the servants had actually seen her.
“Fine, fine,” the cook muttered under his breath, then went about making something to eat.
Asuka let out a sigh of relief. Her sphincter muscles could withhold the strong pressure coming from her colon only for so long, and the faster she could get this done the sooner they’d let her shit.
“So,” the Chinese girl said suddenly. “You like eating pussies, ne?”
“I don’t like it,” Asuka spat back, angrily glaring at her. “Now stop talking to me.”
“How rude. Well I suppose that’s to be expected since we haven’t been introduced. My name is Mei Yu.“ The girl moved closer. Her pink lips curled up into a sneer. “And how should we call you? Even pets have names.“
Asuka was not in a mood to be friendly; bad enough that she had to put up with Mana and the other psychos. “That’s none of your business.“
“Well, sorry, but one can’t help but wonder about someone who shows up dressed, or should I say not dressed, the way you are, ne?“ Mei Yu did not seem intimidated by her hostile attitude. Instead she stroked a small hand across Asuka‘s buttocks, making the teen yelp in surprise. “Then maybe we should call you Miss Piss Drinker. It’s written right on your lovely little ass. Or would you prefer being a Miss Slave Slut?”
Feeling annoyed as only a teen girl could be, Asuka pulled away and tossed back her head with a ‘humph’ noise. Unable to cover her exposed body, distance was the best defense she had left.
“Haughty cunt, aren’t you?“ Mei said flatly, narrowing her squinted eyes in way that made her surprisingly threatening despite her small size. “Let me guess, you are one of those people who always looks down on the help. Even though you are nothing but a lesbian sex toy yourself. Maybe you should talk to us with a little more respect, ne? I mean, how can you be superior to anyone in your current … condition?” She laughed. “At least we are wearing clothes.“
Asuka wished her hands were untied so she could throttle this little bitch. But that wasn’t going to happen.
“Save your opinion for someone who gives a damn. You are just a fucking maid.” Asuka spat out the last word as an insult.
“And you? What are you? Coming naked into the kitchen and leaking shit, insults written all over you. Shameful.” The Chinese girl gave her another sneer. “Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything else from a cunt-eating lesbo.”
“I’m not a lesbo!” Asuka yelled.
“Are to,” the Chinese girl insisted. “Look at yourself. Why else would you eat another girl’s pussy?”
“I’m not!” Suddenly, Asuka felt tears of humiliation and frustration burning in the corners of her eyes.
The bickering was interrupted when the chef placed a large wicker basket on the kitchen counter nearby. Inside of it Asuka saw a few sandwiches and some fruits along with other snacks. The chef frowned questioningly at her.
“Umm, should I help you carry it?“ he asked as his glance started to crawl down her her body. Asuka could well imagine what he was really thinking.
The teen lifted her chin high, trying to seem proud and failing for obvious reasons. “No. I can handle it myself.“

“What a feisty little thing, ne?” Mei Yu laughed from behind her.
Wanting to get this over with, Asuka wobbled up to the counter and carefully bent over, taking the handle of the basket between her teeth. Unfortunately, she still moved too quickly for her overloaded bowels and a small trickle of brown liquid leaked out of her puckered hole, almost hitting Mei’s leg. The Chinese girl jumped aside just in time.
“Nasty!” Mei Yu held nothing back as she smacked Asuka’s bare bottom with an eye-watering crack.
“Kiiiiiiiieeee!” Asuka squealed, her ass burning from the sudden blow. Clutching the basket handle between her teeth, she tried to straighten up and turn to remove her vulnerable backside from the line of fire. Before she could manage it the Chinese girl spanked her again.
This time the blow caught Asuka completely off balance. She stumbled into the counter, the basket with all its contents almost slipping out of her mouth. She clenched her jaw and tightened her grip on it, but then Mei Yu raised her hand again.
“Nasty, nasty, nasty!”
The yells that followed were nearly drowned out by the gunshot-like impacts from Mei’s hand, as were Asuka’s ensuing whimpers of pain. Her buttocks flattened brutally, then bounced back and jiggled, and to her horror she suddenly felt her anus start to expand as a large bead pressed against it from the inside. With a groan of despair, Asuka tried to clench her asshole, but it was too late. The bead had forced it open and was squeezing itself out, along with a few strands of slimy white-brown goo. Then it just dropped off, like an egg laid by a chicken, bouncing and rolling on the kitchen floor. Immediately she hurried to close her anus, but not before a wet fart escaped her, followed with a thick spray and the smell of a toilet. It took all she had to keep the rest of it in.
When she finally looked over her shoulder, she expected to see half the room covered in her own shit. To her surprise she saw only a relatively small puddle and the egg. The damage was still done though. Among the shocked servants, four stared at her in silence, their eyes wide, but the Chinese girl was pointing at her with one hand while holding her nose with the other.
“Ewww! She looks like a pig and acts like one too!” Mei Yu screamed shrilly. The old guy whispered something and the blonde maid hastily clamped her hands over her mouth. The smile disappeared off the black guy’s face, his jaw muscles clenched tightly. Meanwhile, the chef was steadily turning red and sputtering like an engine failing to start.
Looking at them, more embarrassed than she had felt in a long time, Asuka couldn’t stop the surge of tears that suddenly started running down her face.
“You!” Spit flew from the fat chef’s mouth, his fists clenched like red hams. “No shitting on my floor!”
“I-I didn’t mean to!” Asuke blubbered back. “I’m sorry!”
“What’s going on here?”
The voice made Asuka turn and everyone else go quiet. Mana stood there with her hands on her hips, a glare on her face and a towel around her shoulders. She had changed into a black bikini with ruffles around the waistband almost like a little skirt. The top was knotted between a pair of small breasts. She wouldn’t have looked out of place on any beach in the world, but hardly had Asuka seen someone on a beach seem so unhappy. She knew at once she was fucked--and not in the good sense.
“Mistress.” The chef pointed towards Asuka’s accident on the floor. He didn’t need to, since Mana could probably smell it. “She … she …”
“Fucking hell,” Mana growled. She turned to Asuka without wasting a moment. Her scowl deepened and her face started to go red with anger. “You just can’t contain yourself, can you, pig?”
Asuka realized it was useless trying to make an excuse for herself, so she just stood there, gritting her teeth around the basket handle, and lowered her head in resigned submission.
“Thought so.” Mana reached out and grasped one of the clamps dangling from Asuka’s chest. By now the nipple itself had gone numb and purple, but when Mana twisted she certainly felt it.
“Uggghhhnn!” Asuka cried, biting into the basket handle. Her knees knocked together as he whole body trembled in distress. Her bowels moved again. A weaker girl would let go right then and there. But Asuka was not weak. She clenched her asshole tight, fearing another accident and the punishment that would follow.
“I thought I told you to bring us food,” Mana barked, twisting again. “And here I find you chatting with the help and having a shit.”
Asuka made desperate noises of apology, shaking her head. The more Mana twisted the more feeling returned to her abused tit and the worse the pain got.
Mana turned to the maids. “You two, I want this mess cleaned up.” Then she tugged on Asuka’s poor nipple. “Come along, Cunt-chan. I’ve waited long enough for your lazy ass. I don’t want to have you shitting all over my house.”
Led by her nipple, the bound redhead had no choice but to follow her mistress back through the living room, carrying the basket with her mouth. She was quickly pulled through the back door, which opened up into a wooden deck with a swimming pool and a set of children's swings that must have belonged to Mana when she was little. Beyond that she saw a garden full of trees and flowers and even a small greenhouse. The whole backyard was surrounded by a tall wooden fence, which at least provided some privacy.
A good thing too, because feeling the breeze and the sun on her skin quickly reminded Asuka that she was naked. Using her nipple to steer her, ignoring her muffled protests, Mana brought her over to the pool. With each step Asuka had to try harder to contain her bowels, but she didn’t dare relax. Her legs shook from the effort of keeping up with Mana and clenching her butt.
Mari and Kensuke were waiting for them, sitting by the side of the pool on long beach chairs separated by plastic table. Both of them had changed from their regular street clothes into more suitable outfits. Kensuke wore black swimming trunks, his camera in his hand as always. Next to him, Mari sported a ridiculously revealing green thong bikini, with a tight bottom that created a prominent camel toe and a small top which barely seemed capable of containing her huge breasts.
“There she is,” Kensuke said as Mana brought her reluctant slave between the chairs.
Mari jumped up excitedly. “Welcome back, piglet!” She used a hand to tug the chain between the nipple clamps, pulling Asuka closer. “I bet you left quite an impression on Mana’s servants, didn’t you?”
Since the brunette didn’t bother to take the basket from her mouth Asuka could not answer. But Mana could.
“Yeah.” The younger girl tweaked the clamp she held trapped between fingers, and the nipple along with it. “She left a nasty gift in my kitchen, stupid pig.”
“Well, maybe it was urgent.” Kensuke said dryly, pointing at the brown streaks on one of Asuka’s milky cream thighs.
That seemed to amuse Mari to no end. She twisted Asuka around so they could all better see the mess she’d made on herself. “Did our dirty piglet have a little accident? Oh yes she did!”
Asuka looked over her shoulder and made that throaty noise, but her stomach growled again, cutting off any other reply.
Mana let out a small mocking snort. “Pigs are pigs. Can’t expect them to act human. They just shit wherever they like whenever they want.” She then glared into Asuka’s eyes. “I just hope she realizes that shitting in my pool is a bad idea.”
It’s not my fault, Asuka thought. I didn’t want to get an enema. I didn’t want any of this.
Both of these sadists could punish her for no reason at all so instead of continuing to resist or protesting, Asuka lowered her eyes as a sign of silent surrender.
“You are pretty intelligent for a pig.” Mari patted Asuka’s bottom. “It makes me so proud.” She took the basket from her teeth, freeing up Asuka’s mouth and pulling her closer. When Mari dipped her head Asuka thought she might kiss her again and, eager for contact that wasn’t a beating, parted her lips to receive it. The brunette stopped just short.
“Nuh-uh. This is a prize only for being a good, piglet.“ Mari smiled. “Piglets who go around shitting in their mistress’ kitchens...“ She purred as her hand cupped the underside of Asuka‘s perky breast and slowly started massaging it “...are not good piglets.“ Mari pulled her hands from the redhead‘s body, leaving the later burning with humiliation and a slight tinge of disappointment.
Her face turned into a grimace when she felt another growl in her bloated belly.
"But even though you haven’t been a good pig I guess we could ignore this little accident,” Mari continued, “knowing what disgustingly dirty animal nature you have. Would you like something to close your leaking hole?"
Asuka’s cheeks were burning scarlet, but once again the unpleasant feeling in her bowels made her bite down any spiteful comeback that rolled on her tongue and just nod silently.
Mari looked very pleased. “Well then, beg for it like all good piglets do.”
“P-please.” Despite herself, the please still tasted bitter. She hated begging no matter how much she did it.
“That’s no good.” Mari shook her slender finger in front of her face, grinning. “Piglets don’t speak. They oink. Come on, oink for us.”
For a second, Asuka’s body grew tense, as if ready to protest, but then she lowered her head in surrender. “Oink… oink…”
They laughed. She knew that was coming. She would have laughed too if it were happening to someone else.
“Try to be more persuasive.” Mana said. She still held a nipple between her fingers, pinching it harshly.
“Oink, oink, oink!”
Exchanging a glance, both girls seized her by her arms and spun her around. Hands moved to her thighs and spread her legs. It all happened so quickly Asuka had no time to resist. Then Mari said, “Mind holding her open for me.” The next thing she knew Mana was groping her buttocks and pulling them apart, revealing the clenched pucker between. She couldn’t have guessed where the buttplug came from, but suddenly when she looked over her shoulder she saw Mari holding it.
“N-no, I can’t!” She tried to step away, but they grabbed her by her hair and the ropes binding her arms behind her back and pushed her forward. At the same time, she felt the plug’s rubbery point press against her anus. A bit more of the liquid escaped from the tight rim as the thick plastic object was twisted and pushed, slowly stretching the redhead’s opening. Unconsciously Asuka fought against the forced intrusion, clenching her buttocks as tightly as she could, halting its progression.

In response to her stubbornness, Mana pinched her clit cruelly, causing her to cry out and momentarily release the pressure on the plug.

Asuka felt the plug slide in some more, further stuffing her already overfilled channel. Somehow her rectum expanded to make room as the stretched ring of muscles that was her poor asshole gave up its futile struggle and swallowed the rest of the plug, leaving only the flat base sticking out between sweaty buttcheeks. Asuka’s bowels seemed to twist around it, sending a cramp through her like an earthquake. She groaned, rising to her toes but unable to escape the painful sensation.
“Hmm, she still might leak a little.” Mari said, watching the tight, wrinkled rim chew on the black plug. She slapped a cheek. “Do a better job next time, pig.”
Asuka didn’t know how. She was so stretched any leaking would likely tear her asshole up, and she suddenly terrified that if they kept her like this too long she would never be able to close it properly again.

”Stand straight and turn,” commanded Mana. Obediently Asuka turned once again to face her tormentors, barely able to hold back the tears she badly wanted to shed. Moving caused the plug to wiggle inside her and under the tape, making it very uncomfortable. Even standing still provided little relief; she could still feel the fullness and the pressure.
And just when she thought they couldn’t make it any worse for her, they did.
“How about letting her run a victory lap around the pool?” Mari giggled.
“Sounds like a good idea,” Mana agreed. “The cunt needs some exercise.” And before Asuka could begin to protest, she laid a smack on her already stinging bottom.
“Owww.” Asuka staggered but managed to stay on her feet.
“Move, stupid cunt.”
Asuka chewed on her lower lip in both anger and pain, but obediently started to walk around the pool. However, she was stopped on her tracks by a strong pull on her red hair that nearly made her fall on her ass.
“Run, pig,” Mari whispered into her ear as the naked girl let out a painful whimper. “You will run as fast as you can or I’ll beat your slutty ass until it falls off. And for being such a lazy pig you will do ten laps now. Get it?”
“Y-yes!” Asuka grunted out through gritted teeth, and when the brunette released she desperately tried to increase the pace and eventually managed to break into a forced half-run, her swollen belly shaking with each step and her chain swaying under her breasts. As the muscles warmed and worked she felt their tightness increased, which at the same time made the foreign object in her stuffed bum feel all the larger, grinding back and forth against her fleshy walls. Further inside the beads rolled around, churning the contents of her rectum like a blender. Before she even completed the first lap she was already panting like a hog from the effort.
“Hurry up, piglet,” Mari called as she passed them. Both girls had returned to their lounge chair by the pool and were now laying back lazily, eating snacks from the basket Asuka brought them and drinking from juice boxes.
“I’m trying!” Asuka grunted in return. Her cramping belly churned the liquid inside, chewing on the plug and the beads that stuffed her. The chain bounced up and down on her heaving chest as her bare feet thudded loudly on the hardwood decking. The plug kept the worst of the leaking in check, but it couldn’t prevent a brown rivulet from starting to run down her legs.
She was feeling like a dirty animal and the nose hook, holding her nose in a pig-like snout, only strengthened that impression. And every time she slowed down Mari promptly yelled some encouragement.
“Keep it up, pig. You may get to shit yet. I’ll tell you when you can stop.”
Asuka lost track how many laps the sadistic brunette had her around the pool. A dozen, maybe more. But when Mari finally allowed her to stop she was panting and sweating hard, her legs and her feet aching. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst. The exercise had tightened her muscles, sloshing everything about. Losing her strength she dropped to her knees. “Please …” she gasped out.
“She’s out of shape. We barely started and she is already sweating like a pig,” Mari said to Mana.
“Well, I guess the only exercise she gets lately is fucking.” Mana pointed out and then took a pack of juice from the basket and offered it to older girl. “Want a sip? It‘s getting pretty hot out here.“
Mari accepted the offer, taking a juice box and pressing the straw between her lips, but her eyes never left Asuka. Besides them, Kensuke’s camera also did not leave the running teens naked form.
“You know, if I had a pet like her,” Mari muttered as Asuka passed in front of them again, panting raggedly, “I’d keep her awake day and night – from pleasure and pain.”
By the time the girls ordered her to stop Asuka was drenched in sweat, and while the sun and exercise had warmed her up considerably, it was cramping in her bowels that really bothered her. Her rectum felt like it would burst if she didn’t relieve it soon, her asshole rippling and chewing around the buttplug like an eager mouth.
“Pig, get over here.” Mana ordered. “On your knees.”
Asuka staggered over. She was finding it harder and harder to catch her breath, her feet aching, to say nothing of her gut. She dropped down on her knees between the lounge chairs, facing Mana.
“Did all the fucking make you lazy, pig?” the young girl said unhappily. “Better open your mouth and keep it open.”
When she did, Mana drew back her head and hacked a glob of spit right into her mouth. Asuka cringed, but as she tried to pull away Mana seized her nipple chain.
“Swallow it!”
Asuka had obviously swallowed much nastier things, including Rei Ayanami’s turds, so swallowing Mana’s spit was not as disgusting. It was still very humiliating.
Her mistress seemed to find the lack of reluctance amusing. “You like my spit, don’t do?” she tugged on the chain to make sure Asuka knew what answer she expected.
“Y-yes,” the naked teen said breathlessly, turning her head away, not able to meet Mana’s eyes. Her cheeks were blushing furiously from embarrassment. But Mana was not satisfied. She pulled on the chain, painfully stretching Asuka’s swollen nips and raised her hand to slap her hard across the face.
“Pigs oink!“
Feeling the sudden sting of tears, Asuka quickly grunted. “Oink, oink!“
Mana slapped her again. “Louder!” she screamed.
“OINK, OINK, OINK!”
“And don’t forget.” Mana let her go and leaned back on her chair. “Put that filthy pig mouth hole of yours to use. Worship my feet. Do a good job and I just might let you shit.”
Asuka oinked in response, keeping her blue eyes firmly on the ground.
“Good,” Mana said. “When I snap my fingers, put your lips and tongue on my feet and clean them up.”
When the snap came, the redhead bolted to obey, crawling on her knees to the end of the chair and bending down. Once this act might have disgusted and humiliated her, but like the spit, Asuka had done much worse. Eating feet was not as bad as eating asses or pussies and Asuka had done a lot of both. Trying to ignore the taste, she wormed her tongue in between Mana’s toes and under the arch. She felt so subservient and small lying at Mana’s feet as her owner looked down at her.
Nearby, Mari seemed almost more interested in what she was doing than Asuka herself. “I think I’ll want some of that too when you are done piglet,” she said.
“Wait your turn,” Mana replied. She pressed a foot into Asuka’s face. “Sniff while you lick, bitch.”
There was no point in arguing so Asuka just closed her eyes and started from the bottom of Mana‘s feet again, sniffing and licking upwards like some lewd dog. Once at the toes, Asuka pressed her nose to them and inhaled another long sniff. The smell of sweat was strong but not too repulsive.
“That’s good,” Mana murmured.
Asuka sniffed her toes again and took them one by one into her mouth to suck on. When one foot was done, the redhead moved to the other, licking, smelling and sucking.
“Not just my feet, pig. There’s another place needs your attention.” Mana reached down and pulled aside the gusset of her bikini. “You know what to do.”
Indeed Asuka did. Scooting over on her knees, she bend down and pressed her face to her mistress’ exposed snatch. Eating another girl had almost become routine at this point. Mana’s scent filled her upturned nostrils as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into the warm folds that lines her cunt. Opening her mouth, she tried not to think about what she was doing and stretched out her tongue and started lapping. Mana moaned above her, wriggling in the chair as Asuka’s tongue entered her and grabbing her slave by the hair to push her even further between her legs.
Asuka was no stranger to Mana’s tangy essence, but there was always more of it when the younger girl humiliated her. Of course, she got off on it. Now was no different, and Asuka found herself forced to slurp the copious fluids seeping out of her, all the while pushing her well-used tongue deeper and deeper into the hot folds. Her efforts were rewarded by moans from above and thrusting hips. Mana’s whole lower body was writhing on the chair, practically shoving her cunt into Asuka’s smeared face. An unrelenting stream of juices poured forth, threatening to drown her. It seemed to get everything, not just her mouth and lips but nostrils and cheeks and chin. Asuka didn’t dare open her eyes.
“You are getting good at this, cunt,” Mana hissed, her breathing growing more and more labored. “That mouth of yours should always be shut or eating pussy.”
Not that it ever gets to do anything else in your presence, Asuka thought. She kept that to herself and kept to her task. Her lips rippled around Mana’s meatier ones, digging into the younger girl the way a dog might dig into its food. It occurred to the shamed redhead that it probably wasn’t all different. As far as Mana and Mari were concerned she was just a pet, a pig to torment at their pleasure.
A new series of moan interrupted her self-pity. Mana’s legs were now fully splayed on the chair like some lewd diamond, giving Asuka much better access. Wanting this to get it over as soon as possible, and maybe finally have a shit, she dove in, eating and sucking and thrusting her tongue for all she was worth.
“Wow,” Mari said in a wondering tone. “Piglet’s really going at it.”

Asuka wanted to tell her she had no choice, but she knew it would be wasted. They only cared about what shameful things they could make her do, and with her arms still tightly bound behind her back she was reduced to a mouth and a set of holes to be used for the pleasure of others.
Mana’s hips bucked with increasing force as her slave’s thrusting tongue probed deeper and harder, and her moans grew more labored. Asuka craned her neck and opened her mouth further, slurping up the torrent with a genuinely desperate eagerness, spurned both by the desire to escape punishment and the need to empty her overstressed bowels. Ignoring the sensation down below, she focused like a laser on her task. Lips met lips as she sucked and stirred Mana’s honeypot.
“Uuummm, yeah, slut!” Mana swiveled her pelvis upwards, practically lifting it off the chair. “Eat my cunt!”
Asuka had a hard time keeping up, but she wasn’t about to give up. Pussy filled her senses; it was all she could see and taste and smell. Her tongue worked like mad, cuntjuices slobbering from her mouth and roping down in thick strands. Mana’s hands dug into her scalp. Then her body spasmed and a torrent flooded from her hot center.
With no way to shield herself and nowhere to go, Asuka took the other girl’s screeching orgams full on in the face.
“Ohhh, yeah!” Mana moaned as she hosed Asuka down with her cum while the older teen did everything she could lap it up.
Finally, when her orgasm was spent, Mana slumped back on the chair and relaxed, her breathing ragged and loud. As her grip lessened, Asuka inched away, her face dripping with a thick coating of girl juices hanging from her every feature. Some of it had even gone into her nostrils, pulled upwards and unable to close from the hooks on them. In her stupor Mana didn’t seem to care that she looked surprisingly obscene, with her legs spread open and her bikini gusset askew.
Asuka could only shudder at the sight she herself must have made. She bit her lip, which she realized was trembling, and her eyes stung. By now she had lost all feeling in the nipples thanks to the clamps, but her stomach and bowels rumbled.
The tug on her hair made her whimper. She looked up to find Mari standing over her, a smile on her sharp face.
“I think she’s had enough for now,” the brunette said. “It’s my turn.”
User her hair as a leash, Mari dragged Asuka back to her lounge chair, her knees scraping painfully on the hardwood decking.
“I would like to get the same treatment as your mistress.” Mari sat on the chair and swung her legs in after her. “No, wait. Actually, because I got all sweaty waiting for you I think you should thank me properly--by licking all that sweat off my body. Seems fair, right?”
“No.”
SMACK! The word had barely left Asuka’s lips before Mari’s backhand sent her to the ground. For a split second she was too dizzy to even feel the hit, but then her cheek started to burn where Mari had slapped her.
“I told you to oink!” Mari shouted, planting a bare foot on Asuka’s stinging, cum-slick face and squeezing her cheeks between the pink sole and the hard deck. “Are you stupid, pig?”
“Oink, o-oink …” it was all Asuka could manage. Clearly she was stupid. A smart pig would have remembered to oink rather than speak.
“Just for that you will have to start at my feet.” Mari wiggled her toes, teasing Asuka’s nose before brushing them against her lips. Asuka opened her mouth and started suckling like her life depended on it, first on the big toe then on the others. Mari was pleased. “Eh, you sure know your way around with your mouth. Too bad it gets you into so much trouble.”
When one foot was done, Mari offered the other. Asuka sucked on the toes and licked the soles then used her togue for worship until Mari was satisfied. Unlike Mana, who’d laid face up, Mari tipped down the chair’s backrest so it was flat and rolled onto her stomach.
“Start at the bottom and work your way up,” the brunette instructed.
Asuka didn’t want to but a sudden cramp in her bowels urged the naked teen to get this over with as soon as possible. She climbed to her knees and wasted no time in starting to lick Mari’s ankles, first one then the other, scraping the tongue along the hard bump and across the achilles tendon. Mari made a noise of appreciation, which was certainly better than getting slapped again. Encouraged, the naked girl began running her tongue up Mari’s muscular calves, using long but gentle strokes and tasting the skin and sweat as she did.
Even though she was so cruel, Asuka had to admit Mari’s body was gorgeous. She licked up her muscular thighs, hearing the other girl giggle as she flicked her tongue a little too ticklishly on the more sensitive inner.
Mari opened her legs wider, her body relaxing under Asuka’s submissive attention. The small beads of sweat were replaced replaced by a thin film of saliva, not the best tanning lotion but better than nothing. When Asuka finally reached the bikini bottom and her upturned nose poked the slightly wet fabric of the gusset she stopped, unsure what to do next. Should she service Mari through the fabric? Or did she want full contact on her heated cunt?
Before she could gather the courage to ask--and risk getting slapped again--Mari reached back and drew the bikini bottom to the side, exposing her thick-lipped slit.
“Go on piglet. I know how much you want it.”
Since she was lying face down, it was harder to get at the pussy. That didn’t stop Asuka from nuzzling her face into the gap between her thighs and stretch out her tongue. Mari moaned softly as the pink wet muscle entered her. As she had done with Mana, Asuka closed her eyes and started licking, her face practically wedged against a pair of firm slick buttocks, her upturned nose brushing on the puckered asshole as she lapped up the bitter cunt honey seeping from Mari’s core.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Mari cooed. “Get in there, piggy. Dig it out.”
The redhead licked her pussy softly, like a mouth, brushing the outer lips. They were thick and luscious in the middle and thin out at each end blending into her body. She could feel still a very few sparse hair on the outer lips. It always puzzled Asuka how the older girl had a plenty of hair in this area, more suited for an adult woman than a young girl closer to her in age.
Asuka pushed her tongue through the slick seal of the slit into the pink inner flesh. She was gushing with juices through the engorged lips of her labia already so it wasn’t long before it all started to run out and add to the mess clinging to her face. She started lapping up and down the length of the slit, like a cat tasting a treat, her head of red hair bobbing slightly as a small chorus of wet noises escaped her.
When Mari reached back again and used both hands to spread her butt cheeks Asuka knew where she wanted her to go next. Dragging up her tongue, she swiftly pressed it against the other girl’s puckered asshole.
“Good piggy,” Mari moaned when Asuka‘s tongue flicked across the sensitive anal ring. Eating assholes was even worse than eating pussies, and, if anything, even more humiliating. Everyone who’d dominated her for the past few months had made her pleasure them analy, but she just would never get used to it.
And she knew licking wouldn’t be enough. Scooting closer, she pushed into Mari’s crotch until only her eyes could be seen above the creamy crest of her backside and pressed her tongue against the anus. The little muscular ring resisted at first, but she was persistent. After a few soft licks to coax it loose, she corkscrewed the tip of her tongue into the expanded opening and applied some pressure. She could feel every ridge and bump, and as her appendage entered also how the skin smoothed out. For a second or two a wave of revulsion made her want to gag. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about it.
Mari was clearly enjoying it a lot more than her. As Asuka started pumping her tongue gently into her asshole she made little sharp noises and arched her back, causing her rump to roll upwards. Asuka took this as an unspoken sigh that she should go deeper, which she did, steeling herself against the increasingly foul taste and worming her pink tongue even further into Mari’s warm poop chute.
“Ummm, yeah,” Mari moaned, more than an inch of tongue now inside her. She clenched her butt so that they clamped on either side of Asuka’s face, squeezing the redhead’s own. Asuka felt like she was trapped as two sets of cheeks rubbed on one another, warm and wet and clinging.
As she kept bobbing her head and pushing her tongue in her mouth closed around the rim like she was giving a big wet kiss, applying just enough suction to increase Mari’s pleasure, and the brunette swiftly responded with a by more moaning. But just when it seemed like she might get carried away, Mari stopped her ondulation and patted Asuka’s head.
“I don’t want to cum just yet, pig,” she said. “Move on.”
Strangely, given her current predicament, Asuka would have liked more than anything to make her cum. Mari, she’d learned through hard experience, was always nicer in the afterglow of a fresh orgasm. She wasn’t the only one. Behind her Mana had started to snore, apparently having fallen asleep after her own worshiping session. If could have done the same for Mari maybe she would have gotten some peace and quiet for one. But it was not to be.
Asuka reluctantly removed her tongue from Mari’s ass, letting a string of saliva connect her to the quivering rim. Without hands, she had to let gravity break it off and couldn’t even wipe her mouth. Not that she thought Mari would care. So she dipped her head and dutifully started licking Mari’s sweat-slick buttocks, first the right then the left while the older girl cooed beneath her. Even as embarrassed as she was, Asuka had to admit Mari had a nice bottom. The way the cheeks trembling ever so slightly as she licked them was almost enthralling.
“Don’t forget my crack,” Mari said.
In response, Asuka flicked her tongue in between her fleshy globes and dragged it up and down to lick all the moisture that had gathered on the hot skin. It was nasty and humiliating task to lick another girl’s butt crack, but Asuka did it as best she could. When Mari’s ass was glimmering with saliva, she moved up her back, dipping her tongue into the hollow of Mari’s spine and trailing upwards. Her taste of sweat was as intense as it had been between her cheeks--though not as strong as the taste from her asshole or pussy.
Asuka was like a licking machine, just a tongue for Mari’s pleasure. There was a lot of skin. By the time she reached the nape of the neck her mouth was horribly dry, and she panting with her tongue hanging out like a dog.

Sensing her exhaustion, Mari rolled over on her back. “What?” There was an amused tone to her voice. “You done?” She hooked a hand around the nape of Asuka’s neck, pulling the redhead towards her face and into a hot kiss, seemingly not caring where her mouth had just been.
Asuka made a soft noise of shock as she felt Mari’s tongue curl and twist around hers, slathering it with her saliva. Despite her cramps Asuka’s lower tummy fluttered in delight at the older girl working her mouth without any hint of hesitation or disgust. Not even Musashi kissed her like that after she’d just been sucking him off.
Little by little, Mari drew Asuka’s tongue into her mouth, sucking on her pink muscle for a second before releasing the younger teen. It was clear Asuka didn’t mind this particular form of torture and wanted more. Mari stopped her when she tried dipping in again for sloppy seconds.
“Nah-ah. You still haven’t done the front.” Mari raised her arms above her head. “Start with my armpits.”
Asuka groaned in frustration. She’d rather keep right on kissing, but reluctantly bent down again to do as told, submissively licking the sweat from Mari’s armpit. The taste was here much stronger and the skin much wetter. Asuka recoiled a bit at the saltiness of it then went on licking the thick coat of perspiration was replaced with her saliva.
“Good. Very good. Move on now,” Mari said after Asuka had done both armpits and stretched her arms towards her.
Opening her mouth, Asuka began licking her offered hand, starting with the palm and moving down to each individual finger, sucking on them with the same eagerness she’d learned to use when sucking cocks. There was an almost sensual quality to it, like Mari was feeding her every part of herself rather than just sitting back and letting her worship. Saliva poured from her mouth as she worked her lips and tongue to the brunette’s satisfaction, glistening from chin and dripping on the ground below.
She’s treating me just like a pet, Asuka thought, licking the fingers on the other hand. A moment later she froze when Mari tapped her along the jaw. The redhead looked up at her with a question in her blue eyes.
“Don’t worry – you are doing a fine job,” Mari assured her. “My breasts are next.”
As she spoke, the brunette reached down and pulled the cups of her bikini top to the side, revealing her large, full breasts capped with very deep and dark crimson nipples. Asuka had seen her naked a lot so it wasn’t a surprise, but she was still impressed with the sight. Mari had the biggest breasts of any girl she knew.
Asuka started off licking the under the swell of a shapely breast, drawing a wet circle around the bare hill of flesh, collecting all the sweat on the warm skin with her delicate tongue. Soft moans escaped Mari‘s lips as the naked teen moved to her nipple, teasing it lightly before gently chewing on the hard nub.
The tongue danced around the areola and then pressed flatly against the teat, pushing and poking it. Then she guided her lips over the area and took the whole nipple into her soft mouth. After a few moments of hard sucking and licking, she pulled off and moved to the other breast, to repeat the process.
She sucked on the nipple with as much eagerness as she could muster, then rained down lighter little licks around it. Her tongue dallied around the swollen nub, flicking and poking it with the tip, in time with Mari’s dreamy moans.
Then she felt Mari‘s hands on her head again, fingers digging through his hair, before tugging her hair hard and making the redhead growl in pain against her breast. Mari was writhing now, much as Mana had and clearly enjoying herself. She watched through half-closed lids as Asuka‘s red head bobbed up and down across her chest, sucking and licking on the pink hard pebble.
It was maybe another ten minutes before the brunette was satisfied. “Move down now.”
Asuka did as she was ordered, working her way down Mari’s flat stomach, laying more kisses on the warm skin and licking the sweat off her body. She swirled her tongue on the belly button, but when she reached the tuff of thick pubic hair Mari cupped a hand over her mound to shield her privates from the touch.
“Not yet.”
Denied the pussy, the redhead continued licking almost aimlessly now, suckling at the soft flesh of Mari‘s thighs, moving further away from the hot center of pleasure at the top. She finished where she started: sucking on Mari’s toes.
Mari seemed very pleased. “We should do this more often.”
“Oink oink!” Asuka answered, shaking her bare behind in an exaggerated show of how much she agreed.
“Good pig, good pig.” Mari sat up and patted Asuka’s head. Then she stood and shrugged out of her bikini, which by now was just about as useless as any garment could be. The hot sun glimmered on her voluptuous body, on her breasts and ass and back and legs. Asuka felt a hint of jealousy at the way she looked and at how she seemed so tall and straight even while naked. On the other hand, while her own constant nudity had largely desensitized Asuka to being naked except in public, she just couldn’t take pride or confidence in it like Mari did. The lack of clothes was forced on her to humiliate her, like so much else.
Thinking about the other girl started to make her uncomfortable down below, and not just in her bowels. The stirring heat of arousal had been a constant presence since Kensuke dragged her out from the house in the coat. But now it was growing more and more insistent. So much naked flesh … the shame of her acts … the degradation and exposure … it was enough to make her mad and yet fill her with lust. Asuka was beyond denying the truth; despite it all, she was unbelievably horny.
“Where you going?” Kensuke’s voice reminded the redhead he was still around. Asuka had forgotten all about him, but as she turned her head to glare at him she found his video camera pointed in her direction.
He filmed me the whole time, Asuka realized and berated herself for being so stupid to actually find that surprising. The only thing that should surprise her was that he hadn’t taken her cunt yet again.
“I think piglet has earned a little relief. Come on, you’ll want to video this.” Mari poked Asuka in the ass with her foot. “Follow me, pig. Stay on your knees.”
Asuka bit back the complaint that her knees hurt enough already and awkwardly followed the tall brunette, barely able to keep at her heels like some hobbled dog. Kensuke trailed behind them, filming the spectacle. Climbing down the steps from the deck to the yard was the hardest part. Asuka had to go sideways just to stop herself from tumbling down, and all the while the strain on her violated bowels intensified. Mari then led her to a big tree in the yard, close to the swings she’d seen earlier. They must have been Mana’s when she was little, but picturing the cruel, sadistic bitch she knew ever using such a childish plaything was hard. Now her plaything was Asuka.
When they reached the tree and Asuka’s knees felt like the skin was being peeled off, Mari pointed at the base. “Start by rubbing your pussy. If you manage to make yourself cum in less than ten minutes I will let you shit. Got that, piglet?”
Asuka groaned, trying to gather her scattered thoughts but still managed a faint nod.
Some time ago doing such a thing might have shamed her, but not now. She turned herself around, bend over and stuck her ass, pushing it against the trees rough texture. There were many gnarled branches sticking out from its great bulk, and a few distinct knobs there and here. It was covered with moss on one side and fairly clean and smooth on the other. The roots still clung firmly into the ground, and green leaves were visible on the far-reaching branches that spread out above them.
Mari broke off one twig from a nearby bush and swung it in her hand. “Now start rubbing that dirty ass of yours against the trunk.” She lay the improvised switch into the small of Asuka’s back just where it met her buttocks.
“Ouch!” Asuka’s bare body jerked from the burning pain. She didn’t need to be told twice.
Desperate to avoid more pain, and wanting to cum and shit so badly, the naked teen started rubbing her bare rump against the tree. Rolling her pelvis allowed her pussy to come into contact with her hard surface, pressing and grinding it in a very pleasant way despite the roughness. Up and down, up and down, her butt picked up the tempo, getting more carried away with each stroke.
“Make sure you film it all.” Mari turned to look over her shoulder at Kensuke.
The four-eyed geek grinned and gave the older girl a thumbs up. He had the camera in his other hand, and a throbbing erection below, which he didn’t care to cover up.

Hearing her own moans rising, Asuka felt the excitement starting to build into a familiar wave, its water dripping down her thighs as she pressed herself back harder, flattening her firm ass cheeks against the oak. The bark was very hard and rough, rubbing her skin raw, like sandpaper. Her whole rump was soon scarlet red from rubbing, but the tingling pain only added to her arousal.

Asuka always liked her sex rough. She wasn’t a masochist to enjoy pain alone, but somehow her body always got a kick from mixing it with wanton, reluctant pleasure. And the trunk scraping against her anal plug and the tender lower lips of her pussy sent overpowering jolts of both pleasure and pain down her spine.

With a swift woosh, drew a line across her bouncing buttocks. “Faster, piglet, faster!”

“Oink!” Asuka was thrusting back with all her might, wanting still more. The round curves of her rear moved in a blur as the pieces of rough bark started breaking off from her increasingly frenzied rhythm. Her upper body finally collapsed onto the ground, the sore and sensitive pierced nipples brushing against the grass while her face buried into a patch of dirt. Her pussy juices wet the gnarled surface behind her as every little bump sent shivers to her cervix.

Even stuffed with the nasty enema she was just so close to coming to care about the spectacle was making and crying out mindlessly. Juices flowed out continuously around the knob in her pussy, dripping down even onto the roots below. Still she pumped and rubbed harder, grinding her pussy and the naked butt raw. For Asuka it was an all too familiar and addictive sensation--to lose herself in the pleasure and drown out her shame and misery. Drool ran as a waterfall from her mouth. Her pupils dilated in her half-closed eyes as her grunt rose like an animal’s in furious heat, which was more or less exactly what she had become.

She didn’t even noticed when one of Mana’s servants, the old man Asuka had seen in the kitchen, came out to have a look. Somewhere in the back of her pleasure and pain clouded mind she realized that she should be embarrassed and stop. That was a stranger, watching her rub her rump against a tree to get off as soon as possible. But it was too late for her.
A thunderous groan escaped her as she came, her pussy clenching and releasing in rapid succession and a torrent sprayed from her loins like a hose. It seemed to never end as her mind sank deeper into the pit of pleasure her body had dug for it, and yet it ended far too quickly. Her asshole opened around the plug and a thin stream of brown escaped her gaping hole, bouncing off the oak, covering the back of her thighs and butt with filth.
Then the plug itself ejected and hit the tree, leaving behind a gaping asshole. Asuka could do nothing to stop herself at that point.
Everyone heard Asuka groan and then fart as her trembling asshole shot the first large barrage of shitty liquid shot from her asshole. It weaned a little as the first of the big glassy balls plugged the opening. Impossibly, her anus stretched even more, bulging outwards before the ball popped free and fell to the ground. Then more liquid gushes, splashing all over the place.
“This is so hot!” Mari shouted excitedly.
Asuka felt her bowels push again, and one by one the rest of the balls came squeezing out like nasty, dirty eggs, and each one left her once tight puckered hole a little more distended that before. Each expulsion was accompanied by a trickle of liquid brownish slime from her anus which ran down her thighs.
As the bound teen groaned, the last ball dropped, but she was far from empty. Another fart released from her rear, followed by a small semi-soft turd. It roped down on a string of shit-mixed semen, before finally breaking off and landing between her knees. Then, slowly, the soft brown end of an even bigger turd peeked out from her stretched sewer-pit asshole and Asuka squeezed it out as well.
“Ohh, look at this, look at this! Here comes the real deal!” Mari cooed, bending over Asuka and giving her a pull away from the tree so Kensuke’s camera could have a better look.
Asuka’s stomach muscles worked as she forcefully pushed the most solid piece of feces out from her bowels. She should have been disgusted, but the delightful spasms that ripped inside her vagina all combined with the pleasant relief from her bowels. It felt like her orgasm had expanded to her rectum filling her whole groin area with ecstasy.
After it was done, Asuka couldn’t feel her asshole close.
“Hey, Ken, take a picture.” Mari’s tone had a child’s glee. She smacked Asuka’s stained rear. “Pig, look back. I want to get your face in the picture so everyone knows how much of a nasty cunt you are.”
Asuka compiled, tears running down her face as she looked at the camera.
Mari held her fingers in a victory sign.
Kensuke took a few more pictures, capturing Asuka’s dirty ass, messed up face, and naked, written-on body with a huge yellow-brown turd and shit-slime covered balls piled up between her feet.
The orgasmic explosion and forceful defecation left Asuka faint, and when her legs couldn’t support her any longer she simply collapsed completely onto the ground, utterly weary and exhausted, panting like a dog.
“Wake up, lazy pig. We have company.” The words were followed by another hard slash from the branch across her buttocks.
Asuka barely registered the hit at first and just mumbled telling them to leave her alone, but after another set of lashes decorated her flesh in a pattern of bright red lines she was quickly brought to reality with a pained groan. Mari chuckled.
“Well, I guess I should not be surprised after what she did in the kitchen,” the old man said. “She seems to have some, um, continence problems.”
“Oh, piglet’s a total shit queen,” Mari told him, completely ignoring the fact that she was buck naked as well, her buxom body fully exposed. “She used to be stuck up, but now she has no shame and will do anything to cum, even shitting in public. Sorry about the tree, though. She made it dirty.”
“My name is Hiromasa. And no, I don’t mind at all, young lady. In fact, this is why I came over here. Mistress Mana promised that this girl would give me a hand at taking care of the garden.”
His narrow dark eyes travelled to Asuka’s pierced and clamped nipples, then to her pussy and ass. He licked his suddenly dry lips. It sent unpleasant shivers down Asuka’s spine. Even if he claimed to be disgusted, it was pretty obvious that he enjoyed what he saw.
“Would it be alright, though?” Mari said doubtfully. “She can make quite a mess.”
It took an effort for Asuka to get back on her knees, her mind slowly coming down from its previous high. Her stomach still felt big and the unpleasant cramps continued despite the empty bowes. The back of her thighs were dirty and smelled, probably due to the large pile of feces on the ground beneath her. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the filthy spot on the oak bark where she had the accident. Her ass and pussy burned, and even her tied hands were starting to feel funny, already purple due to the lack of blood circulation.
“It’s fine,” the old man waved Mari’s objection off. “Taking care of a garden is really dirty work anyway. And pretty tough, too, so any help is appreciated.”
“Hope she can be of use,” came the response from Mana as she walked through the grass towards them. Unlike Mari, she still had on her bikini. “Don’t hesitate to do whatever you want with her. This cunt has a problem with discipline, as you can see.” She wrinkled her nose. “And smell. Fuuuuhh!” She kicked Asuka’s side. “Filthy cunt.”
“I guess,” Mari said, “but I was hoping to play with her some more.”
“She’s here to work.” Mana waved a hand at her friend. “And anyway, there are are better ways to spend your time than wasting it watching Cunt-chan doing chores.”
Mari still looked like she was to say something against it, but after some thought have a reluctant shrug. “Just promise me that you will give me some quality time together with the piglet to make up for this.”
“Yeah, yeah. Geez,” Mana rolled her eyes. “You’d think this cunt is your girlfriend when you talk like that. She’s trash.”
“Well, she might be a useless pig ass, but she can be fun too,” Mari said and then looked at Asuka with a sudden viciousness that sent chills down the bound teen’s spine. “Specially when she squeals or bleeds.” The sadistic girl then slowly licked her lips, still not tearing her eyes away from the redhead. She raised the branch and lashed out with another hit, this time kissing Asuka’s left breast and leaving an angry red welt across the soft skin. The redhead’s back arched and she cried in pain, her vision blurry as the abuse brought tears to her eyes..
“Whatever you say. If you want to stay with her fine, just don’t distract her too much. Make sure she obeys. I’m gonna go watch some TV. I’m tired of looking at that old, worn-out slut’s body.” She turned to Hiromasa. “Keep this bitch on her toes. I want to know if she slacks.” With that the short haired girl turned and headed back to the house.
Kensuke gestured to the gardener with his camera. “Mind if I come along to film her?”
“Not at all,” the old man said. “Come now.”
“You heard him pig, come along. On your feet.”
Even without looking up, Asuka could tell from her voice that Mari was smiling. Knowing that tears won‘t help her at all, the proud half-German blinked them out and stood up on shaky feet. Her balance was much harder to find, and when Mari grabbed her by the rope around her neck and made to pull her along her knees buckled.
“What the hell are you doing, pig?” Mari’s voice rang. “Hiromasa-san told you to get that shit-covered ass moving, and you are lazing around like you own the place.”
Asuka tried to get up again, but her legs were rubber and refused to support her. “I can’t!” she blurted. She could still feel shit leaking from her distended anus and a steady tide of cum remnants oozing from her flapping cunt opening. It was like she just couldn’t hold anything inside her any more than she could walk.
“Then you better crawl.” Mari raised her hand. “And don’t talk! You are a stupid cunt pig. You oink!”
WHACK. Pain exploded in Asuka's ass. The branch landed perfectly across both round globes, brushing away most of the dirt and shit that caked them, and a welt formed.
The pain was intense, but Asuka knew obeying was best for her. “Oink, oink, oink!” She frantically tried to make herself sound as much a pig as possible.
“Louder!”
WHACK Another strike marked her flesh. This time the branch bit into her lower back and the pain caused yellow spots to dance before her eyes. Then Mari pulled her hand back again and Asuka lost it.
“Oiiiink! Oiiiink!”
WHACK. Only three strokes and already Asuka was panting through gritted teeth. She began to feel nauseous and tried to swallow the feeling. A small string of drool dripped slowly from the corner of her mouth and she could taste the mucus trailing down from her upturned nose. She didn’t even notice that her nose started to run. That made her feel worse. She was so disgusting, prancing around naked and shitting in public with snot and drool hanging from her face, a human mess.
“Louder!”
WHACK.
Asuka screamed again as another painful welt rose across her once delicately girly breasts. “Oiiinkk, oink, oink! Oink, oiiiiiiiiiink!”
As the lashing continued, Asuka's tender behind was beaten and marked by the incessant fall of the branch, her cries and whimpers of pain accompanying each fall of the cane upon her delicate flesh. She kept her eyes closed as best she could, her tears were falling continually. Her upturned nose ran copiously down her lips and chin and dripped onto the sand, creating darker patches of a sticky mucus directly beneath her face.
“Oink… oink…” she grunted with increasing weakness, somehow still conscious through all the abuse.
But Mari was not done with her, and the next hit found Asuka’s most vulnerable spot. Asuka screamed as the blazing pain washed through her pussy slit. She rolled on her side like a wounded dog, seeing stars and hearing herself cry is sheer agony.
“I hope you learned your lesson,” Mari said. “Now get up, pig.”
Asuka didn’t know where she found the strength but she was so terrified of another strike on her poor cunt that she jumped to obey, practically leaping to her feet and oinking loudly and eagerly.
The harsh biting pain of the branch had been replaced with fiery, throbbing agony in her bruised behind and battered breasts. Her hands also ached from the strain of being tied for so long. Each breath was an agonized fight for air.
“Good. Fuck, you should be grateful that we are wasting our time with a stinking piece of shit like you!” Mari grabbed the handful of Asuka’s red-hair and shook her head up and down. “Right piglet? Right?”
WHAACKK! The stick landed across the juncture of Asuka’s already red-streaked and inflamed buttocks.
“I asked you a question, stupid pig!” Mari shouted.
WHACK! Number two caused the redhead to arch her torso and she actually lifted her breasts.
“Oink, oink, oiiiiiink!” Asuka screamed, her body jerking spasmodically, making the chain between her breasts move.
Her teeth clenched and her eyes screwed tight shut Asuka‘s nails dig into her palms as the blows continued, hanging desperately on to her self control, fighting the instinct to straighten up, to protect herself as Mari made her dance with the branch. She jumped from one foot to the other in a desperate attempt to escape, but bound and held by her hair she had no chance..
Mari raised the crop in her right hand and brought it down quickly. It slammed hard into the soft quivering flesh of Asuka's buttocks. Even through all the caking shit and dirt it left a surprisingly clear red mark where it had struck. Another blow fell, overlapping the top of the first. The third stroke had struck below the first one.
Asuka screamed, her taut buttocks juggling with each stroke of wooden stick. Once a source of pride, they were now just a burning oven.
“Answer right away when someone pays attention to a stupid animal like you,” Mari said, the fire in her eyes matching the fire Asuka felt in her rear.
Asuka could only nod weakly in response, already having trouble keeping from blubbering and weeping like a small child. She didn’t even want to think about displeasing Mari anymore. The older girl wasn’t just cruel, she was completely merciless, and Asuka knew she would pay for any transgressions, real or imagined, with her body.
She had learned her lesson, and she had learned it very well.
“Now lets go.” Mari turned to Hiromasa while Kensuke continued filming. “Show us the way. I’m sure pig is eager to get to work.”
This time Asuka nodded without being prompted.
*
For the next three hours Asuka was less a maid a more a human beast of burden forced do whatever they ordered. Hiromasa released her arms to allow her to use her hands, but left the ropes around her breasts and neck so she was far from free. Both the nipple clamps and nose hook remained as well. As she rubbed the feeling back into her limbs and thanked him the old man slapped her hard across the face. The blow landed her backwards on her already-sore ass.
“You are here to work,” he told her. “You are not here to talk.”
And work she did. It seemed Hiromasa was intent on having her fix the whole yard, carrying heavy loads to and from different places, knee deep in dirt, crawling around on all fours, and God help her if she uttered so much as a noise of complaint. Mari helped him oversee his reluctant assistant throughout. Between them they slapped her so many more times her cheeks seldom stopped burning and the crimson never faded. But a backhand she could deal with. Mari’s other torments were much worse.
It was Mari who stuffed a rake in her poor floppy asshole and had her squat on the flower beds to work the dirt loose, then, after Asuka planted some seeds in the newly made furrows, ordered her to water them by straddling the dirt patch and pee on it, laughing as Asuka used her ‘natural’ water on the seeds.
Hiromasa was not too pleased with that and had Asuka water them properly, though not before he slapped her again. Mari just giggled, and while Asuka was on her knees watering she insistently kicked her ass with a foot to hurry her. Meanwhile, Kensuke hovered over them the whole time, filming with his camera. Afterwards, Mari shoved Asuka’s face into the dirt telling her to do a faster job next time.
The more she worked the dirtier and sweatier and hotter she got. Mana’s yard had a greenhouse and a shed in a corner, and even with Asuka completely naked the closed, glass-paneled structure soon turned stifling as she lugged tools, bags of seeds and fertilizer or pots back and forth. She began to relish the brief periods when she went outside to fetch something. The breeze felt so nice on her skin that she could almost grow addicted to it. By contrast her poor little nips had lost all feeling in them, still clamped and chained, the weight and tinkling sound the only things reminding her she still had them. And when she looked down she saw that they’d turned into dark fingers, a lot more purple than their formerly healthy pink.
Mari noticed too, and eventually decided to simply take them off. The agonizing pain as circulation returned nearly made her piss and shit herself all over again. Desperate, Asuka pushed up her breasts with her hands and blowed frantically on the nipples, much to Mari’s amusement. Asuka hoped there wouldn’t be any lasting damage to her tortured nubs, which was saying something since they were already pierced and ringed and there wasn’t much worse that could be done to them. As a show of gratitude, Asuka was then made to kiss and lick Mari’s feet once again, followed by briefly worshiping her asshole before the gardener ordered her back to work.
With the tasks in the greenhouse finished, the old man made her sweep the place, then dragged her outside to tend the rest of the garden. Here he donned protective gloves and a wide brimmed straw hat while Asuka still went without anything, baking nude in the sun. The gardener lent her a pair of large pruning scissors and ordered her to trim the numerous bushes and hedges, but when she failed to do a good enough job he took over and sent her to pull up weeds with her bare hands. That was torture. Several times splinters got under her fingernails, which were already dirty black, and she was forced to suck them out with her mouth. And the weeds proved tough. Pulling them from the ground required a lot of efforts, and before she’d even completed half the yard her hands were covered and tiny cuts and bleeding. Then it was time to mow the lawn.
Asuka was made to push a mower across every patch of grass, panting as she struggled with the heavy and bulky machine. Only once did Mana came down to watch her, with a drink in hand, and asked Mari and Kensuke if they wanted to come inside for some refreshments. Asuka would have killed for a cold glass of juice right now, or anything to soothe her parched throat, and evidently the other two were also equally thirsty as--to Asuka’s great relief--they actually agreed to return with Mana to the house. Kensuke added that he needed to charge the batteries on the camera and that the memory was almost full. Mari laughed, saying she didn’t expect watching such a dumb cunt to be such hard work.
When she noticed the meaningful way Asuka was looking at Mana’s drink, she said, “Ow, piglet must be thirsty too.” She patted Asuka’s head. “Is that so? Piglet wants a drink?”
Asuka nodded, her tongue hanging out like a dog’s. “Oink!”
She got her drink--Mari wasted no time spreading her legs and straddling Asuka’s face, pressing it firmly against her pussy, before releasing her bladder. Asuka had no love for the other girl’s pee, but she was so parched and the craving for liquid so intense that she didn’t think twice about opening her mouth and drinking every single tangy drop she could get. Hardly anything splashed down on the ground, and as the stream ended Asuka lapped up the last remnants of moisture from Mari’s pussy and thighs.
Mari padded her wet cheek and promised to give her another orgasm later if she was good--and to whip her backside raw if she was bad. Mana, on the other hand, only stated that she would make Asuka very sorry should any of the staff complain about her. Then they were gone, leaving the naked teen alone with the gardener.
Perhaps due to his age and diminished libido, Hiromasa managed to hold out on actually molesting her until the end. But when Asuka was putting the tools and supplies back in the storage shed, covered head to foot in grime and exhausted from an entire day working in the sun, he finally grabbed her, spun her around and pushed her to knees. She knew what he wanted without him saying. The only thing that surprised was that he hadn’t fucked at least once by now.
She worked loose the front of his trousers, then pulled them down. His old withered member was nothing to write home about. It looked small and flaccid and was surrounded by a thinned white nest of pubic hair. Asuka used her hand to hold the base of his soft shaft like a cock ring to keep him as turgid as possible. She stimulated the head with ever increasing squeezes and strokes to the upper part of his length. This served to pump up Hiromasa‘s dick until veins along the shaft bulged and the head began to swell and redden like a ripened plum.
Then she started slowly pumping until the half-flaccid member achieved what had to be the most disappointing erection she’d ever seen. His skin was like an old worn sock and dangled loosely; his ball sack was no better, with so much wrinkled skin she could hardly tell where his spent old balls were supposed to be.
“Oh, yes,” the old man muttered, placing his hands on her head as she stroked him. “I knew your were a slut from the moment I saw you. You love cocks, don’t you?”
Not this cock, Asuka thought. Next, she licked the head, rimmed the crown with long, hard strokes with her stiff tongue and flicked at the Y junction.
Using her other hand, she cupped his swinging testicles and picked up the pace of her pumping, prompting louder moans from his lips. Then she opened her mouth and took him into her warm oral cavity.
His whole body stiffened. His head dropped back as his hips jerked forward, the instinctive movement men made when they wanted more of such a good thing. And through long hours of practice, Asuka had become very good at this. She clenched her lips around his circumference, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on him like a meat lollipop, recently her favorite kind. As she did her hands seized him around the base of his old penis and squeezed his balls firmly, letting her feel the testes moving loosely about inside the skin pouch. He hardly had any hair on him, and what little there was had turned bristly and white.
“Um, you dirty whore.” Far from being angered by the insult, Asuka took it as a complement. She was routinely called much worse. She broke off for a moment, letting strings of drool hang from her chin, and looked up at him. Even with all her experience, she’d hardly ever seen someone who seemed like they needed to get laid more. His face was all flushed and his eyes about ready to roll back, and she was only just starting.
The redhead took one of his dangling balls in her mouth sucking on it gently, then released it, and took the other in exchange. This instantly made him groan. She switched back and forth between his old wrinkled testicles for a while. When she had one in her mouth, she would pull away from him, pulling the testicle with her, then let it go with a loud pop, and go back to sucking the other. She could feel some of his sparse pubic hair rubbing unpleasantly against her tongue, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
After some time she released the old man‘s testicle from her mouth and started covering his scrotum with kisses and licks, her nimble tongue running between his balls and around them. She even bounced them with her tongue and softly started chewing on the tough skin of the scrotum. She caught it between her teeth, then let it go and started nipping at different parts of his sack, before gulping the whole thing into her mouth again.
Finally, she pulled away from his testicles, leaving them shiny with her saliva, took a deep breath and plunged right back into his cock. It slip effortlessly inside her mouth like a perverted worm, and even at full hardness it was still floppy and soon very wet and soggy.
She grasped the shaft and slowly stroked it while holding his puffy mushroom head between her lips. Hiromasa’s body jerked as Asuka's pace increased, the pleasure her skill was giving him turning to electricity. He put his hand on the back of her head and directed her motions forcing her mouth deeper around his dick and her slurping sounds echoed in the small wooden shed, becoming louder.
Asuka kept her eyes on his and concentrated on getting him off while she felt old fingers buried deep into her hair. The pervert certainly loved the feeling of his cock sliding down her schoolgirl throat, she could tell, but then who wouldn’t?
The redhead continued to bob her wet mouth on Hiromasa‘s small dick, running her tongue under his shaft as she did. In a way his cock felt good in her mouth as it wasn't hard to place in the back of her throat and didn't gag her, but it was also disappointing, more like a large finger than a than the huge cocks she’d grown to like servicing so much. It seemed so strange that once she would have hated this, been humiliated and embarrassed by the act. Now she actually took pride in her efforts.
Predictably, the old gardener proved no match for her mouth and hands. He gave a long weezy moan as his body spasmed suddenly. Asuka knew the signs of an impending orgasm well, and from then on it was just a matter of deciding how to take it. The labors through the day had made her hungry, and she hadn’t eaten anything since early that morning when Kensuke served her a cereal bowl with his seed mixed into the milk and the dirt from the greenhouse’s floor, and neither very filling. So it was an easy decision. Asuka eagerly sucked on the old man’s pee-hole as if it were a straw until she felt the first jet shoot out and hit her tongue.
Like the penis it ejaculated from, the spurt was a weak thing. It barely tasted of anything at all, and it’s texture lacked the sticky chewiness she’d grown to expect from cum. Still, she couldn’t be picky and happily swallowed what she could get. A few more spurts followed the first, flooding her mouth with watery seed, but each was more feeble than the one before. Asuka gulped it down and continued to apply relentless suction, her lips stretching and cheeks sinking as she pulled back until just his head remained inside, then pumped the rest of the saliva-soaked shaft with her hand. The old man’s face turned beet red, his expression comical in its pleasure, a string of drool leaking from his mouth.
The orgasm faded quickly, with only a half-dozen or so convulsion, but it was enough to leave the old man gasping for air. Asuka swallowed the last of his cum and pulled away, resisting the urge to wipe her mouth because her hands were so dirty.
“Oh, my,” the old gardener gasped, “that was quite something. No wonder the Mistress made you her pet if you as skilled with a pussy as you are with a cock. Now--” he suddenly looked towards the door. “Can I help you?”
That was the first hint Asuka had that they weren’t alone. On the shed’s door, which they left open, stood Mana’s driver, a large black man in an impeccable black uniform complete with gloves and cap.
“Looked like you were getting all the help you needed, gramps,” the black man chuckled. “How long’s it been since a bitch sucked you off?”
The old man laughed. “Too long,” he said, running a hard through Asuka’s messy, dirty-matted hair. “And they were all reputable girls. I never had a slut before, and one so nasty.”
“Doesn’t matter as long as she’s got a pussy, but that pussy looks like it had every dick in town inside it. Girl gets around.”
Asuka clenched her teeth, but there was no point arguing with the truth. She couldn’t even count how many men and boys she’d fucked since losing her virginity to Musashi and Keita.
“Well, in any case, I’m done with her if you want to borrow her,” Hiromasa said. He patted Asuka’s head. “I hope you will come help me again soon, girl. You are a terrible gardener, but an old man can surely enjoy your other talents.”
“Her holes, you mean,” the black man laughed again, then signalled for Asuka to follow him. “Come on, slut. Got some work for you.”
Giving Hiromasa a last look as he fixed the front of his pants, his penis now reduced to its previously deflated self--though not that it had actually grown by much--Asuka got up and followed the black man outside the shed, feeling like a piece of property that was being passed around after running out of use.
The sun finally started to move down in the sky, but the heat remained. The grass was warm and crunchy as they made their way back around to the front of the house, then changed to gravel in driveway.
Asuka knew nothing about cars, but she could tell expensive when she saw it. Of the two cars one was a luxury four-door in silver, sparkling elegance like the precious metal its paint resembled. The other was a long black limousine with blacked-out windows, the sort of thing politicians and movie stars were chauffeured around in. Behind them, the garage door remained open, and walking by Asuka spied yet another vehicle--in this case a motorcycle. She just couldn’t ever imagine Mana driving something like that. It must have belonged to her father or someone else.
The driveway itself was short, with both cars out of the garage they were parked dangerously close to the street. And although Asuka was more or less used to being exposed in public by now, she would still rather keep some distance to where anyone just walking by could see, or at least have the benefit of clothes. Even though Mana’s mansion was in a remote part of Tokyo-3, it was still in Tokyo-3.
“Fetch the buckets and a hose,” the man said. “You’ll be washing these.”
It figures, Asuka thought, sighing. “Where are they?” she asked in low voice to avoid being overheard. She didn’t want to take any more chances than she needed to in case Mari was around.
He pointed. “In the garage. Bitch, are you stupid? Get some sponges and soap too. Bring it out here.”
At least he didn’t slap her. Asuka marched herself into the open garage, and after taking a short few seconds to admire the bike, began gathering the items and bringing them out. The man took the hose, which she’d slung across her shoulders, had her drop the buckets and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled up against the side of the house. Asuka thought he might want to fuck her before she got to work, so she opened her legs silently, giving him a good look at the grimy flapping beef curtains and dirt covered mound that was her cunt. All over her body the heavy beads of sweat had washed streaks into the muddy skin, producing an odd pattern of stripes while her knees, elbows, hands and specially her feet were totally black. Even the whip marks on her ass and chest had started to vanish under so much dirt. And her hair … Asuka wondered how much shampoo it would take to wash it clean again.
But while someone like Musashi or the dozens of other men who’d fucked her might have ravished her then and there, this man shoved one end of the hose into her hands. “Plug that in.” He pointed again, and she saw the faucet down by the base of the wall.
Kneeling, Asuka screwed the end of the hose into the faucet and without thinking opened the tap.
Then she screamed as a torrent of cold water blasted her in the face. “You bastard! Stop! NOOO!” Asuka shouted, but all that got her was a mouthful of water.
Trying to move away from the blast she stumbled back and hit up against the wall. There was water everywhere, in her mouth and upturned nose and stinging her eyes. It quickly moved down, spraying her heaving chest, freezing her ultra-sensitive ringed nipples, and eventually arriving between her legs. Asuka yelled and cursed a string of profanities, frantically trying to user arms and clenching her thighs to shield herself from the blast. The water that rushed off her and created a huge puddle beneath was brown. The blast peeled away the grime and waste from her cunt and thighs, then moved down her legs.
“Turn around, bitch,” the suited man commanded.
Asuka was already shaking, her teeth rattling, but she obeyed. A new scream escaped her as the blast of cold water hit her back, then ass and the crease between, flushing away the filth.
“S-s-toph!” She clutched her arms protectively around herself for what little good it did her. The water was relentless. Soon she was soaking wet from head to toes.
“That’s more like it.” Finally, the man moved the hose away. “Now you are nice and clean. Couldn’t let you get near these looking like a toxic hobo, you know. What’s the matter, don’t you like taking a shower?”
“Damn you!” Asuka shouted behind clenched teeth, shivering as she rubbed the sting from her eyes. Water dripped from her every pore and strand of hair. “You … you … bastard!”
“Name’s Deshawn, bitch.” He dropped the end of the hose into the nearest bucket. “Now start washing.”
Asuka snarled, eyes narrowing into a defiant glare. “Isn’t that your job?”
The shivering quickly stopped, and as the water ran off or dried it took with it the worse of the heat, leaving her not just cleaner but actually feeling much fresher. Her body glistened moistly, once again clean and smooth and totally nude. The ropes framing her breasts remained wet, though, and dug in quite a bit more than before. She used her fingers to find the knots and started loosening them until the ropes sagged enough that she could wiggle them down like slipping out of the most uncomfortable bra ever.
“Bitch, Mistress Kirishima said you were here to help us and do what we told you,” Deshawn said, but he didn’t seem to care about her removing the ropes. “So I’m telling you to wash the damn cars. That’s unless you want to get smacked. I know you masochist bitches love some pain.”
“I don’t … love pain …” Asuka hissed. At least that much was still true. She didn’t love being hit or abused, even if she did enjoy some rough fucking. There was a difference. But she didn’t expect this guy to understand that.
Asuka tossed the wet ropes aside, removed the nose hook from her nostrils and bent down to pick up the hose. Deshawn whistled behind her.
“Damn, girl, that is one tight little ass. Ughhh, perfect shape. Too bad about those marks, though. You got whipped or something?”
For some stupid reason Asuka actually felt ashamed. “Yes.”
He seemed shocked. “Was it for the kitchen thing? Gotta admit, that was pretty out there. Real internet porno stuff. Not a good idea shitting on the Mistress’ floors, you know.”
“I didn’t want to!” the nude teen blurted. “They made me!”
“Well, it’s a pity, girl. You got a gorgeous ass. Actually, all of you is gorgeous. You know, for a Japanese girl.”
It was so weird. It really was. To actually be complimented like a normal person rather than insulted. She raised her head and straightened her back, holding the running hose by her side, and managed to look him in the eyes. “I’m only a quarter Japanese,” she told him.
“That explains it. Bitches here all look the same. Like they are clones or something. But you … ” He let his eyes wander down her body, completely exposed to him, wearing only the sticky wet hair at the top of her head and golden nipple rings. Even the nasty things Mana and Mari wrote on her body had mostly faded, washed off with the rest of the filth. “Yeah, you are just right.”
He moved closer, his hands reaching until they were wrapped around her waist. He was so much bigger than her that she could have been a child compared to him, and yet from the way he looked he couldn’t have been that much older. Maybe in his late twenties at most. And he was very handsome, though his intimidating size made that somewhat hard to notice.
He grabbed her sex mound with his whole hand, gripping her like she was a ball. When she bucked her hips backward to escape the groping hand, his other hand was waiting. One huge finger snuggled tightly between her cheeks, his fingertip nestling against her still loose asshole. A quick thrust of that finger pierced her opening and sent her hips scrambling forward again into the grip of his hand.
Asuka groaned, feeling the finger enter deeper into her asshole. His other hand was now pushed between her pussy lips, wet not only from the water as her body betrayed the effect he was having on her. One finger rubbed up and down her slit, moving all the way down, up and over her vagina, teasing the loose opening before sliding to her clit and rubbing the hard bud that had already poked out of its protection.
Her hips moved back and forth, forcing the finger in her asshole to penetrate her deeper, her asshole clenching on the invading digit as it did. Her pussy was soaked, covering his fingers with her juices and water. Then he entered her from the front and added a second finger in her bum for good measure.
Asuka had a little moan, from surprise rather than from pain. His black fingers were huge, but her asshole and pussy were just too loose. Her body tensed, making her rise slightly onto her toes.
The fingers pushed around inside her, squirming like living animals, never resting and continually stimulating her body which made her pussy wetter. The forced masturbation of her body was quickly overcoming all of her senses. She felt two more fingers now stretching open her pussy, banging up against her insides and forcing her rectum back on the fat fingers already stuffed there.
Anyone who just walked across the street and happened to look up the driveway could see them, but it felt so good. Her legs spread, her body craving more as the fingers began twisting in her tunnels, pussy and rectum filled as one.
I’m being molested again, Asuka thought, and for once she didn’t care.
“Uh, yeah, that’s right,” the black man cooed, adding yet another finger in her asshole. “Feels warm and soft. You a slutty white bitch, ain’t ya? Prancing around naked. Flashing your junk. Bet you can’t go three feet without getting bent over in the street.”
Well, he was right about that. “I-idiot, it’s not like I enjoy it.” She gasped when the fingers inside her anus curled up and sent shocks of pleasure through her. “Uggghhh!”
The rapid movement of her body on the masturbating fingers heated her up fast, making her ever-present lust rise like foam. She felt his thumb push against her clit, squashing it hard against her pubic bone, moving it back and forth in circles. Strangely, even the contrast in their skin colors--dark ebony black on creamy white--seemed to arouse her. This was new, and new experiences that she could actually enjoy were few and far between.
“Man you are one hot little bitch,” the black driver breathed down her neck. The redhead turned her face away from him, giving him a clear shot from her ear down to her shoulder. She had to admit it felt good being in his powerful embrace as he slowly started nibbling at her ear.
The warm sensation she felt sent a tingle down her spine. Deshawn slowly licked and sucked his way up and down her neck. Asuka let out a small sigh, his tongue and fingers in each of her holes making her wild.
Her hips began to gyrate with a slow, sultry rhythm almost out of her control. She felt the fingers inside her pull up on her body and strained onto her tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure, balancing precariously. Her body shuddered, her pussy and asshole tightening on the huge fingers, clenching and unclenching as she began to lose herself to that ever-familiar swell of pleasure.
But as good as the fingering was, it really only served to work her up. And fingers would never be enough the way she was now. Then suddenly they departed, leaving her high and dry and frustrated.
“You like that, huh?” He seemed oddly proud of himself. “Ol’ Deshawn’s got the magic touch. I can give you lots of that if you want. But you best get washing. These babies ain’t going to clean themselves.”
Asuka couldn’t believe it. “What the hell?” She spun around to glare at him. “You’d rather see me wash some stupid cars than stick your fingers in me?”
“Well, I gotta feeling lots of people have stuck their fingers in you. Mistress Kirishima is a real bitch when things don’t get done, though. And your ass is here to do what I say.”
“Oh, I see. You simply don’t know what an ass is for.”
This words made the black driver laugh and slap her backside. “I definitely know what that white ass of yours is for, bitch. If it was up to me, I’d be tapping that like no man’s business. But work comes first. You best learn that around Kirishima.”
Asuka decided not to test the waters any further. Frustrated as she may be, she would rather not turn every single servant on Mana’s household against her, specially when she was buck naked and at their mercy.
Deshawn watched her closely as she bent down again and finished filling the bucket with water, then she dumped in some of the soap and stirred it with the sponge until she had a nice, thick lather. She started with the silver car because it was smaller and would get done quicker. She used the hose to spray the bodywork and moved in with the sponger, rubbing a coat of soap onto the silver paint. It wasn’t the first time she did something like this. Mana had once made her wash Yui’s car while dressed in skimpy clothes and eventually without them as well. Back then she had been so embarrassed, but now it didn’t bother her so much. She could feel the driver’s eyes on her, taking in her every curve and shape, and he clearly liked what he saw.
And despite everything, there was an intensely pleasurable thrill at being ogled. It meant that she was wanted, and not just as toy to abuse--though obviously many times that wasn’t the case--but genuinely coveted, if only for her body. In Asuka’s mind that was the one part of her anyone would ever want.
It also wasn’t too bad when the person wanting her looked as attractive as the chocolate-colored driver. Yeah, he seemed like a thug and foreign, but even through his uniform she could recognize his well toned, muscular body. She wondered how big he was underneath. She’d heard the stories at school about black exchange students being monsters in bed, their member large enough to split puny Japanese girls in half. Naturally, that made all the girls want to see for themselves. The closest Asuka had come was Touji, but even though he was dark-skinned compared to others he wasn’t black. And they said that when a girl went black she never went back.
“Uh-huh, girl, not bad,” Deshawn commented when Asuka squatted to wash the bumper. “Hell, those flaps of yours are so big I can see them clear from over here. What’chu been doing with them?”
“Fucking. Obviously.” Asuka wondered how she could admit something so perverted so openly. Once just the mere idea of sex with strangers would have made her shudder.
“Musta fucked your whole neighborhood to get them like that.”
“The whole school,” Asuka corrected, now working the sponge along the side of the car over the wheel arches, water dripping down the silver paint and her own lush body. “Except the black kids.”
Deshawn frowned, and for a split second she was afraid she said the wrong thing. “You got a problem with black people?”
“I got a problem with poor people. The black kids in school are all either taken or they are poor. I don’t give it out for free.”
Strangely, she couldn’t recall any of the very few black students at school ever paying Kensuke to fuck her, probably because they got enough pussy for free. It seemed only the virgins, the loners and the otaku were willing to part with their money for some worn-out cunt like hers.
“Seems a shame you never had a brotha.”
He wants to fuck me, Asuka realized, and it was the least surprising thought she ever had.
As she started running the sponge up the hood, she placed a foot on the front bumper and bent down at the waist, her ass sticking out like twin melons in his face with the dangling fruit of her stretched cunt right below. Deshawn whistled, clearly impressed by the sight, which filled her with perverse satisfaction.
Asuka knew that she was acting shameless, and this time around there were no excuses. It was all her and her lustful, uncontrollable urges. Despite the humiliation and the punishing orgasm she’d already experienced, just the idea of him taking her was enough to send her arousal flying.
And why the hell not, she thought. I’m the world’s biggest slut.
The silver car was sparkling and she was soaked and dripping water from every pore by the time she moved on to the limo. She wiped a coat of sweat from her face with a forearm as set the bucket of water next to the larger vehicle and looked back over her shoulder. Deshawn had found himself a folding chair and was sitting splayed out comfortably just inside the shade provided by the open garage while he watched her. The chair almost seemed to vanish under his huge form, making it seem like he was floating in mid air. Asuka felt oddly disappointed that he could just lay back and relax with her prancing around in her birthday suit. Other boys would have jumped her already.
She squatted without a single ounce of modesty and started scrubbing the limo’s large black wheels. Her hands moving quickly to scrub off all the dirt and dust from them in order to make them shine. Soapy water ran down the rims and dripping on the ground to puddle at her feet.
Grabbing the hose, Asuka sprayed the tires with a stream of water to wash the soap off and moved on to the rest of the limo. She tried not to think about Deshawn watching her but failed miserably. The water spray bounced back as she turned the hose and used a thumb to tamper the end, running down her arm and further soaking her. It tickled as if poured across the hot muscles of her sides and stomach, and even more between her legs and the inside of her thighs. The feeling of the cool water on the hot skin was intimately delicious.
Asuka began swaying her hips dancing on the spot while her wet skin shimmered glaringly in the sun and bit her lip before moaning softly. There was a sound behind her and she thought it may have been the driver.
He’s watching, she thought.
Leaning over the trunk to reach the other side, Asuka pushed her ass further out into his field of view and scrubbed the black metal surface, swaying her pelvis from side to side. She flexed her knees and squatted down to the sponge inside the wheel-well. When everything was soaped up--including quite a bit of herself--Asuka dropped the sponge in the bucket, grabbed the hose and started to rinse the limo off. Then she turned around and leaned back against it, feeling the warm, wet metal flatten the bare flesh of her buttocks as she rinsed her own body from the bubbly suds that coated it, paying special attention between her young breasts. Her nipples were as hard as the rings that pierced them.
Deshawn was hard too--that much was obvious from the bulge in his trousers--but he still hadn’t made a move, and it annoyed the naked redhead. She hated when men played hard to get, especially when she wanted to fuck.
“Awwww, don’t stop now.”
Asuka spun her head to see Mari walking up the gravel path along the side of the house. Although the brunette had replaced her bikini bottom, she still remained topless, allowing her large breasts to sway prominently when she moved. If Asuka had jugs like those she might do the same simply to let them be admired, though her own nudity was not really a choice anymore. But no matter how much she envied the older girl’s chest, her presence instantly made her freeze up in place from dread.
“Oh come on, pig,” Mari, barely giving Deshawn a second glance as she approached the redhead. “Please continue doing your stuff. Don’t mind little old me.”
It was easier said than done. Asuka turned around to face the limo again, all too aware that in doing so she was exposing her backside to Mari. She remembered the whipping with the branch earlier, and the constant hitting. She bit her lip and tried to swallow the fear.
“Why so stiff?” Mari said with a sharp smile that indicated she knew exactly why. “Maybe I can help you relax.” The brunette got right behind Asuka, her hands reaching out for the younger girls’ hips.
Asuka recoiled at her soft touch, making a sound between a whimper and a gasp. Yet in spite of everything Asuka managed to escape Mari’s clutches, pulling away from her as she turned to face her oppressor.
But Mari was insistent. She seized Asuka by the arms and pulled her close until their upper bodies pressed into each other. Asuka saw her lips open and turned her head away at the last moment, not because she didn’t want to kiss but because she had a feeling Mari wouldn’t like to taste the gardener’s cum in her mouth.
Denied the kiss, Mari gave her a long, wet lick instead, starting from the neckline all the way up through her left cheek and earlobe. “Let this be your last warning bitch,” she hissed at the younger girls’ ear. “I came here for a good time.” One of the brunette's fingers found a nipple ring and tugged on it. “You were already starting to put out for our friend here. I’m just giving you a helping hand.”
Asuka began to whimper as the tugging grew into a vicious pulling and her nip throbbed with sharp agony.
“Or could it be that you don’t like me?” The tone of Mari’s voice grew colder with each word. “Now that would really upset me.” Her eyes pierced down at the redhead. ”And you don’t want to upset me, right piglet?”
“N-no,” Asuka’s trembling voice sounded weak even to her.
“Such a useless piece of dog crap you are...” Mari sighed before suddenly grabbing the redhead by the scalp and shoving her violently against the back of the limo. “What was THAT!? You silly fuckpiece!” the brunette shouted as she bent Asuka over the trunk and raised her hand before the frightened girl’s eyes. “Answer me!”
The blow landed solidly across Asuka’s left butt cheek, making her whine and twist weakly, her feet instinctively trying to kick out.
“Did I hear my fucking pig talk?!” Mari bellowed, her hand delivering a similar strike to the other cheek. The sound was so loud that the whole neighborhood could probably hear it. “Do I need to turn your pretty ass into a bloody mess--” hit after hit rained down on Asuka’s rump until it burned bright crimson, “--for you to fucking remember anything with that pea-sized brain of yours?!”
Amidst the blows the redhead remembered that she wasn’t supposed to talk.
“Oink! Oink! Oink! Oiink!” Between sobs, Asuka frantically tried to imitate pig sounds, pressing herself closer against the car in a pathetic attempt to escape the siege on her ass.
Mari calmed down, and the next time her hand came into contact with Asuka is was to rub the abused flesh of her bottom. “There, there. See what kind of useless animal I have to deal with?” The question made the redhead look up, and she realized Deshawn was standing there with them now. “So, big boy, wanna join the fun?” The hand stopped rubbing, then squeezed between Asuka’s thighs and two fingers spread her stretched labia to reveal the soft pink channel within. “Want to fuck this little pig?”
“Uhh,” The black man hesitated even as Mari began to pump the younger girls’ cunt with a few more fingers. Asuka struggled to hold back her moans. “I just want to do my job, missy. Don’t want any trouble with the mistress.”
“Oh, but of course,” Mari chortled sarcastically, her fingers making a downward motion to hit Asuka’s g-spot every time she withdrew them, playing her like a perverted meat puppet. “You are merely an honest, upright employee, who just wants to do his job. That’s why you let our little piglet run around wildly.” Her fingers started working Asuka up more furiously, churning her oozing cunt as thick dolops of juice seeped out. And as the wet noises from below increased, so did the moans. She was making music from both ends.
Deshawn didn’t respond.
“Look I wasn’t born yesterday, so let’s drop the act, ok?” Mari said in a firmer tone, withdrawing her fingers from the drooling cunt and pulling Asuka to her feet. “You are telling me that you want none of this?” She asked before dragging the frustrated redhead in front of him. You are telling me that you don’t want to fuck this hot little whore? Or could it be that you are afraid the tools you have are insufficient for the job.” Mari looked towards his crotch.
Questioning his manhood seemed to rile him up with surprising ease, like Mari probably hoped it would. “You think I can’t do it?” Deshawn responded angrily. “Please, I’ll fuck this white bitch till she splits in half! I just didn’t want to mess with Mistress Kirishima’s toys.”
“Ah, I see,” Mari said, holding back laughter. “But that’s a poor excuse. Maybe the issue is that this pig hasn’t excited you properly.” She flashed a much more threatening grin to Asuka. “What do you say to that, slut?” Her hand grabbed Asuka’s breast and kneaded it roughly, starting at the base and going up to her pierced nipples “He doesn’t even want that sloppy cunt of yours.” A finger slipped into the ring, and Asuka frantically shook her head as her eyes filled with tears again.
Please don’t pull, she wanted to beg. Please no more. My poor teats can’t take it.
“Alright, fine,” Deshawn said before things became more painful. “Long as the Mistress doesn’t mind. Haven’t had western pussy in a while.”
He moved surprisingly quickly for such a big guy, seizing Asuka by the arm and pulling her away from Mari’s grasp. She stumbled slightly, splashing on the puddles on the ground as he manhandled her with some roughness, evidently still angry from being teased. In one swift motion, the driver spun her around and pinned her to the side of the limo, and had to admit the wet heat in her belly and the already-drooling strands from her dangling folds made it impossible to deny that she wanted this.
She only wanted it more once she saw Deshawn’s cock pop free. It had been obvious from the bulge in his pants that he was big, but for a few moments all Asuka could do was stare at the monstrous thing standing up before her, so big that it looked like it belonged more to a horse than to a man. His giant member was darker than the rest of Deshawn’s body, but the mushroom shaped head was lighter. The flesh of his shaft was lined with heavy veins running down the sides.
Asuka couldn't take her eyes off of his genitals. Just how was it possible for a human to reach such an enormous size? There was no way something like that could fit in a pussy or an asshole without tearing it apart.
She would soon find out. Neither of them needed much more encouragement, and as Deshawn moved closer, his massive member swinging between his legs, Asuka spread her feet in anticipation. She was a little bit nervous about the gigantic size, but at the same time her cunt was already soaking with need to be fucked hard.
He placed his hands on her hips as his huge bulk all but blocked her vision. He was so large he made her feel like a helpless child. His massive cock-head lingered against the dangling lips of her entrance, looking like a baseball rubbing on a the flaps of a meat taco.

He ran his hand along the seam between her thigh and pussy. Asuka could feel his fingers grope for a moment, finding the smooth fleshy slit between her legs, and suddenly slip into place and began gently massaging her already swollen clitoris.
"Oooooohhhhh," she sighed as he began to pump huge fingers around up inside her warmly seeping passage in large circles, caressing the soft fleshy walls of her burning cunt with a maddening thoroughness. She felt her entrance open to accept the twisting and turning digits, but then he pulled out.
“Yeah, that’s right. You like that, don’t you?” His hands moved around her, grasping her buttocks in his palms, both spreading and lifting. Trapped between him and the limo, Asuka had little wiggle room. She leaned forward slightly, pressing herself on his chest. Deshawn grunted, taking more of her weight, and before long her feet were off the ground. His cock pushed into her, slowly beginning to open her tunnel as it tightly gripped around the huge pulsating head. Asuka groaned in pain, her already very loose cunt stretched impossibly wide, but it quickly shifted into a pleasurable fullness.
“Gggg-gad, it’s so big!” Asuka squealed, her mouth hanging open and her eyes squeezed shut.
Planting his feet firmly on the asphalt, Deshawn thrust his hips forward slowly, forcing more of her cunt to stretch around his black dick. It felt like her body was tearing apart as it forcefully penetrated her tight passage, pushing aside with brute strength her inner pliant walls
"UGGHHH!" Asuka groaned while the bulbous head slipped further inside her sex-starved vagina. Her lust completely overwhelmed her, clouding her mind with the sensation she was feeling.
She was suspended on a pole of iron hard flesh, impaled. Deshawn swung his hips back, grinding out of her slightly but only to thrust forward again. Then he started repeating his motion and each time reached deeper and deeper inside her hot sheath. In response, Asuka frantically threw her arms around his neck and hung on for dear life. Mari was still watching her closely, but she couldn’t have cared less about her right now.
“AAAGHHH,” Asuka cried as he bottomed out in her pussy, slamming painfully against her cervix, burying it deep inside her, squashing it down before pushing through the rubbery opening that sealed off her innermost womanhood. His cock retreated again and thrust again, making her jump, then again and again until she was bouncing in his lap like a rubber doll.
His hands held her firmly underneath, cupping her buttocks, his fingers sinking into her warm flesh. Her own weight did most of the work, driving her down onto his pole. She had to do nothing but cling to him and moan, her toes clutching at the air as her fingers did the same on his back. Holding on. Holding on.
She was more than a little surprised when the driver shifted her up with ease, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder, then slid his hands down the back of her thighs. His thrusting stopped as he carried her around the side of the limo and sat her on her hood. Before she could react, he pushed her onto her back and grabbed her around the knees, raising and spreading her legs high.
“Time for a real fuck, bitch,” Deshawn grunted, and then proceeded to shove himself into her. Their bodies met with a loud smacking noise, followed by Asuka’s moans as his member did the thing it did so well.
"Uuuungh!" Asuka felt her mind floating in the ocean of hormones and lust while her pussy filled with throbbing hardness. She stared wide eyes at the blue sky above her, her nude body spread on her hood. She saw her feet swinging as he pounded her, the concentration on his face, the sweat pouring from his nose and chin which dripped and landed on her between her heaving breasts. And yet for all she saw it was like she didn’t see it all--like she was in some trance, detached from everything but the sex and the heat that consumed her loins.
When he forced her cervix open again, her whole body spasmed. Her pussy clenched and a small trickle of piss escaped her stuffed cunt and ran down the car. Luckily, she’d emptied her bladder earlier so it wasn’t much.
“Looks like she can’t help being dirty,” Mari teased. Asuka had not even noticed her coming over.
The teen redhead gasped and grunted and cried out unashamedly as she bore the brunt of the black man‘s pent-up passions, taking the thick and long member deeper than she ever had before. Deshawn pulled her close, her buttocks rising slightly, and rammed her with the strength of a bulldozer.
The limo seemed to sink with each thrust, the air alive with the rhythmic drum beat of sex. Each time their genital met was accompanied by a little moan or whimper from the naked redhead thrashing on his massive cock and a grunt from the man above her.
With her legs up she had no leverage, no way to rise up and meet him, but with each passing moment he leaned in further and further, until her body was bent at her waist, her feet were somewhere by her ears and her pussy was rolled skywards. Her insides felt as though they were about to burst. His large black balls slapped noisily against the crease between her ass cheeks.
"Oh mein gott." The words tumbled from her lips without thought, without hesitation, slipping into her native tongue for a moment. Her skin was turning a bright shade of pink from the sensual impact of their bodies and the wet sound of his cock filling her only made her moan louder.
The teenage girl was now swiveling and gyrating her hips, shuddering back against the long, fat shaft that was impaled in her writhing twat. His grip on her legs tightened and his thrusts increased, harder, faster. He speared her pussy again and again, stretching it out of shape, fucking Asuka on the limo’s hood with frenetic energy. The redhead‘s bare back arched and her body convulsed in pleasure from the intensity of the pounding. It felt so good.
Her buttocks began to tighten orgasmically, the muscles grasping at the monstrous cock and flexing desperately around it. Her tiny anus puckered inward again and again, and she tried to hold back for a moment longer, making the seconds last. Even in her wild, untamed fury everything was in slow motion ... each second seemed like a minute ... the muscles in her cock-filled belly were responding to the call of her clasping buttocks and tingling anus ... she was almost there ... almost …
Her head lolled to the side, rolling on the hood’s metal surface. That was when she saw the girl. She was young--younger than Asuka herself--and just walking by the gate at the end of the driveway with a small white dog on a bright red leash. She probably would have passed them without noticing them, fully engaged into her own world; all that Asuka had to do was to stay quiet. But she had no intention to.
A great wave welled up inside her and the first orgasmic convulsion started lazily, far down in the hidden depths of her quivering belly, and built downward like the sea with increasing power until it hit the bottom of her grinding pelvis at her cuntal opening, crashing against her just as the black man‘s pelvis and penis pushed in the opposite direction.
The next wave came faster, cresting and crashing and washing all thoughts away.
"Aaarrrrrggghhhh! Ich commmeeeeeeeeeeeee! Aarrgghh!!" Asuka moaned without restraint or control.
The girl on the other side of the gate stopped and turned her head at the direction of the scream. She stood there in silent shock, her young eyes slowly widened. Asuka met the stare with her own, wavy from tears as more convulsions sent small quakes through her. For a brief moment she forgot about the pounding cock, but then Deshawn released her legs and leaned down to grab her breasts. The redhead cried out, moaned, and whimpered, throwing her head around while tears, snot and drool mixed on her face. Her teenage breasts, hard pink nipples and golden rings were frame by thick black fingers like little treasures caged in iron bars.
The twisting young teenage girl jerked up again as her entire being seemed to snap - again and again the violent waves of her orgasm crashed through her and she rebounded with them, jerking upward again and again. Her orgasmic juices filled her desperately sucking vaginal passage, lubricating it more and more, until the warm liquid sensation was too much for Deshawn to bear. Unable to prolong the delicious sensation, he threw his head from side to side and hollered like an animal and finally came.
Hot jets of spunk erupted from his cock-head deep up into her waiting, penetrated cunt, filling her womb to capacity with gooey seed. Then a second load of cum shot out inside her, bathing the walls of her pussy again, followed by a third and fourth and fifth.
“Fuuuuck,” Deshawn groaned. His cock twitched inside her, her pussy walls clenching and unclenching on his massive spewing organ, milking it for every last drop.
Her body tightened on the throbbing organ in her as she felt another bath of hot cum spray her insides. She could feel her juices running out of her pussy, mixed with his cum, running down her thighs. Another load of cum was dumped in her pussy before Deshawn began to pull his cock from her pussy, her walls gripping it tightly, trying to prevent it from leaving her. She was not disappointed. When only the head was gripped tightly, he plunged back in again, hitting her cervix just as another orgasm hit her body, sending her into a fit of moaning and shaking.
Deshawn finally pulled out, his member dripping and glistening wetly in the sun. When he turned and saw the girl looking through the gate, he frowned.
“Whatchu looking at bitch?”
The girl snapped out of it, her face having turned as red as Asuka’s, and hurriedly walked off with the dog following on the leash behind her..
After she left, Deshawn looked down at Asuka, spread there lewdly on the limo’s hood without the smallest ounce of shame.
“We’ll have to wash the car all over again.” He sighed. Asuka didn’t need to see the mess they’d made on the limo--she could feel it leaking out of her.
“Afraid you will have to do it without her, mister.” Mari finally chirped in. They had completely forgotten about her, but from the looks of her slightly reddened face and slick fingers rubbing inside her bikini bottom she obviously hadn’t forgotten about them.
“What do you mean? The car is obviously more dirty than before.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Mari said, reaching down to grab a still-dazed Asuka by the hair and pull her off the limo. Her legs failed to support her and she crumbled on the ground like a wet sack. “But watching you all got me really worked up. I’ve been holding out all day until I could have this piggie all to myself, but well …”
Poking Asuka with her foot, she made the other teen roll over and stare blankly up at her. Then she straddled her and hooked a finger around the gusset of her bikini bottom to pull it aside. She squated down. Asuka unfocused eyes saw only swollen pussy lips, dangling and wet.
While Deshawn was busy fixing up the front of his pants, Mari lowered herself on Asuka’s face, her hairy mound touching the girl‘s mouth. But in her daze the redhead hesitated, confused as to what was happening and what she should do.
"What are you waiting for?" Mari hissed, smacking her hard.
Before Asuka knew what was happening, her cheek stung pain. Tears filled her blue eyes. Then she was slapped again. Understanding what she had to do to make the brunette stop, she opened her mouth and used the little strength she had left to push out her tongue and meet the drooling cunt hanging overhead.
Mari reached back behind her and slipped a finger into the ring around Asuka’s left nipple. Asuka felt the tug, distending the little nip, enough to get her attention.
“You know what to do,” the brunette said. “And you better not disappoint me.”
Asuka opened her mouth and dug in, too afraid of pain to feel any shame or hesitation even in her current state. She just wanted this to be over with, but not as much as she wanted Mari to leave her teats alone. That drove her on, as she threw open her mouth and buried her face into Mari’s cunt. The taste was strong and pungent as the folds of the other girl’s genitals seemed to swallow her, splashing her clear odorous essence all over her nose and mouth. Almost at once, she tongue out her tongue and sent it between the thick labia to lap at the pink tunnel within.
“Nice.” Still keeping a light hold on the nipple ring, Mari grabbed Asuka’s head with her other hand, her fingers knotting into disheveled strands of red hair. Her upper body and shoulders twisted and she shifted her weight until she was practically sitting on Asuka’s face. “Too bad I need to hurt you for you to obey.
All her efforts were not enough, though. As she tried to eat her pussy out, Mari began thrusting her hips in an increasingly frantic rhythm, shoving herself right into Asuka while the girl used her tongue to penetrate her. Maybe earlier Asuka could have kept up, when she was still fresh, but now after working outside all day and just fucked it was inevitable that she was falling behind. Mari released her ring and used both to shove her face even more firmly against her every-hungry cunt.
Suddenly, it was TOO deep, TOO firm, and there was just so much juice splashing in and around her mouth.
“Uuummmmghh!”
"Oh, you say such sweet things.” Mari released her head and slapped a jiggling breast so hard it started turning red almost immediately. Then she grabbed the head again. “Stick that tongue in, cunt! All the way in!" Mari thrust her pelvis violently. Asuka could only squirm and moan under her, wiggling her tongue like a worm. When she tried to catch a breath, her mouth filled with girl juice. She swallowed what she could, but it was still too much and a lot went into her nose.
Reaching up, the redhead tried to push Mari off, but she was too weak. Her legs kicked out weakly as her moaning and gasping for air increased. Mari paid her no attention.
"I'd forgotten how satisfying it was to have that smug face of yours eating my cunt,” Mari added, laughing at Asuka’s distress. “Too bad I didn't bring a book. I could sit here all day."
“UggghhhhhGHHH! UGGH!”
“Tongue!” Mari yelled. Again she went for the rings, and this time she twisted brutally. “Now!”
Asuka screamed mutely against the soggy wet flesh of her cunt as more juice went into her nose and lungs. Her body tensed, desperation growing.
“What’s the matter? Breathe it in. Drink it in. Don’t you love my cuntjuice?" Mari laughed, giving the teat ring another twist and making Asuka choke and kick out, drowning on cunt. Mari rocked her hips, then used her hand to grind Asuka’s defenseless face against her. Asuka uttered a long string of noises.
“I don’t think she can breathe,” Deshawn said from somewhere above.
“She’ll breathe my piss if I tell her too,” Mari responded, but raised herself off nonetheless.
With the pussy removed, Asuka took a deep and ragged breath, filling her lungs with precious air and fighting a fit of coughing.
“Lets try something else for a change.” Mari snorted and turned around, now facing towards Asuka’s quaking feet and squatted again, this time presenting her full, sweat-beaded ass, which the string at the back of her swimsuit failed to do much to conceal. Even in her present situation and still struggling after her shattering orgasm, Asuka knew what was required of her before the order came.
She already had her face buried in Mari’s ass crack when she said. “Kiss my ass, pig.”
As soon as she started a long fart escaped the brunette’s anus. It smelled awful, and Asuka tried to turn away, but Mari simply grabbed her head and caught her face between her cheeks, using it to turn teen‘s face upward while Asuka kicked weakly. She eventually sat up and allowed Asuka a moment to catch her breath, but as always it was way too short.
“Not good enough, pig.” Mari slipped her fingers into the redhead's’ nipple rings and yanked.
Desperately Asuka puckered her lips as pain shot from her chest in two burning points, kissing Mari’s dimpled asshole. Mari didn't say anything, but neither did she release the nipples so Asuka continued to kiss her. This continued until Asuka pushed out her tongue and wiggled it inside the other girl’s anus.
“There we go, now lets have some fun. Get to work or I’ll rip these off.“ Mari shifted her weight, putting more of her ass into the helpless redhead’s face, burying her nose and mouth and sweaty crack between creamy cheeks, and gave her nips little tweaks. Asuka got the hint well enough and her efforts increased to both licking and sucking on her asshole. She didn’t even care about the taste--her abused teats just hurt too badly.
"P-p-please." Asuka gave a muffled plea between bouts of sticking her tongue in, "Sto-mphhh."
"Mmmm. No." Mari said simply as she continued shoving her ass against her with an increasingly violent rhythm. Her fingernails dug along the side of Asuka’s breasts, sinking into the soft pale flesh there. “Be grateful bitch that I don’t punish you for talking and not oinking like you should.”
“Man, you are a hard one please, aren’t ya?” Deshawn said. He’d gone stand between Asuka’s splayed legs, looking down as her worn cunt still continued to ooze the large amount of goo he’d furiously pumped into her. Some of it was caked to her bald mons and drooping labia, clinging like stubborn snot, but most had seemed out in a thick white slurry and was pooling on the gravel.
“She’s lazy, that’s all,” Mari replied, and Asuka screamed into her ass crack as she gave her nipples another yank. “Isn’t that right, pig? Well since you are not cooperating, I might as well just get off myself.”
With that she rolled herself back and slightly forward, allowing Asuka’s face to come into more direct contact with her cunt. She was now essentially riding her captive like a piece of furniture, swiveling her pelvis and grinding against her features. All the while she kept her fingers on the nipple rings, tugging and twisting them. Beneath her, Asuka still desperately tried to keep up, but it was as hard as trying to breathe. Her chest was agony, her abused teats feeling like they would be detached from her breasts at any moment.
"Mar-mmmph! Stop, please! It hur-mmmph!" Asuka managed to squeak out between thrusts, but the brunette above her seemed to pay no attention to her at all. In fact, if anything, her grinding only grew in intensity.
Before too long, Mari was busy mashing her wet crotch all across her face--forehead,eyelids, cheeks, nose or chin--and covering it with her smelly love juice which flowed freely like water from a hose. Every few moments she lifted herself up, but only to drop down again, cunt trapping and flattening on Asuka’s soaked and reddened face. She’d stopped trying to do anything, realizing there was no point, and just allow Mari to ride her. Once she came perhaps the ordeal would be over.
Asuka caught glimpses of her asshole as it descended on her, splattered with her saliva and sweat. It seemed to wink lewdly at her whenever the muscles clenched. And beyond that Mari’s hairy pussy looked like a drooling mouth, her pink lips gaping and thick ropes of clear honey dangling in a spiderweb. The thickest strands clung to Asuka’s own lips and nose, providing her with the pungent taste and smell of cunt. The pink within was shinny, a tunnel of flesh eager to devour her.
With no escape and nothing to do, Asuka just lay there in surrender and humiliation. Mari took it in stride. Her wet pubic hair was somewhat abrasive on the teen‘s pale skin.
"Sooooo goooood, pig. I could use you like this all day." The brunette caressed Asuka‘s breasts with her hands, and the redhead hated to admit how nice it felt. If only she weren’t so abusive she might actually enjoy such touch. If only Mari kissed her more instead of tormenting her. She might not mind it so much --
"Mmmmmmph!!" the redhead suddenly screamed in protest as Mari once more pulled on her rings and her nipples send hot agony through her heaving chest.
"Just want to make sure you're not enjoying yourself too much,” the brunette laughed, then leaned forward and laid a hard smack across Asuka’s well-used pussy.
Ignoring the redhead’s frantic kicking, she went back and gripped breasts in her hands, using them as leverage as she resumed rubbing herself on her mouth and chin. "You call these boobs?" Mari mocked, mashing her pierced nipples and soft shallow mounds under her palms. "These are pathetic! I had bigger boobs when I was ten!" She suddenly slapped each breast hard enough to leave handprints.
"Mmmph!" Asuka protested again. She kicked her feet and tried to use her hands to stop the onslaught, but she was too weak.
Mari continued slapping her breasts until her pale skin started turning a bright red. "Oh, pig," she sneered, "you're pathetic."
She’s right about that, Asuka thought. She struggled not to cry as Mari started alternated the slaps. At some point the older girl grew tired of abusing the nude teen’s breasts and instead focused on using her nose to spread her lower lips.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "Fuck, that nose hook looked so hot on you, piglet, but this is pretty nice too!"
She began rubbing herself against the redhead nose, using it to explore her body. Her vaginal lips slid back and forth on the redhead‘s nose. Her scent was overwhelming. Then suddenly Mari shifted her thighs and put her full weight on Asuka’s face. Her cunt seemed to just open up and swallow her, riding back and forth, faster and faster. The moans above also increase, which Asuka made little muffled gasps and grunts.
Mari amused herself for a while by seeing how deeply she could force the redhead‘s nose inside her. She wiggled back and forth aggressively, her juices dripping down Asuka‘s cheeks like streams of tears.
The brunette’s fingers tightened and pulled harder on the ring as she began grinding slowly up and down the full length of the redhead‘s pretty face. Mostly all Asuka could see from vantage point was her flattened ass cheeks and a tiny wrinkled anus, still wet from her saliva. She was only able to catch the occasional breath of air, but each was overwhelming. A musky scent overtook her senses.
Asuka heard Mari’s moans getting more fevered as the girl thrust harder and faster, the bare rear slamming furiously against the redhead’s face. Her pussy made a distinctive wet noise each time she mashed her mound against Asuka‘s skin, bouncing up and down with animated intensity.
After what felt like eternity of this, she screamed one final time and her whole body tensed. Her muscles convulsed all around Asuka‘s mouth, and a warm, sticky torrent flooded over her face.
The older girl‘s breathing gradually slowed, and she began sliding her pussy slowly and deliberately from chin to forehead and back. Her juices had turned thick and sticky, and she wasn't too discriminating where on Asuka‘s face she rubbed herself. Sticky juices covered her lips, nose, forehead, hair, eyebrows, cheeks, eyelids and even dripped down her chin onto her neck.
"Mmmmm... not bad." Mari lifted her dripping ass to look down at Asuka’s drenched face. The redhead gasped for air, relieved to have the hairy cunt finally off her ”Been holding that in all day. I meant to wait until we got home, but when I saw the face you made while getting pounded I just couldn’t hold back any more. Just imagine how much more fun we could have if you were to belong to me instead of that bore Mana.“
Asuka didn’t want to imagine.
Mari rubbed her finger across her leaking pussy lips, scooping up some of the glistening substance, then rubbed her wet finger almost gently across Asuka’s lips before slipping it inside her mouth. The redhead had no choice but to obediently suck on it.
“I would make you scream from both pain and pleasure so much that you would forget how to talk. You would be my animal. Hell, I could even turn you into my personal toilet. Would you like that?”
To get the answer she wanted, she twisted a nipple ring.
“Aaaah!” Even Asuka’s pain filled scream sounded weak and tired. She nodded though.
When Mari got up, her large chest was heaving. She didn’t bother fixing her bikini bottom before seizing Asuka by the hair and yanking her to her feet. Predictably, her knees quickly gave and dumped her back on her ass.
“That won’t do, pig,” Mari said, propping up a foot on Asuka’s back as the girl struggled and failed to rise again. “You still have lots of chores ahead of you. Mana wants you in the kitchen to help out the cook. You can’t go like that though. Hey, Chocolate man, give me the hose.”
Deshawn’s eyebrows twitched. “My name is …”
“I don’t care. Give me the hose or I’ll tell Mana you were telling this pig slack. And worse, that you let her get the cars dirty. I don’t think she’ll like that.”
Like Asuka, he knew what was best for him and did as she said, though reluctantly. Mari wasted no time shoving Asuka against the side of the lime then, after tapping the end of the hose to increase its pressure, shoved into Asuka’s filthy cum-stuffed cunt. Asuka squealed as the cool water poured up her heated vaginal canal in a cold stream, washing her out. When she was satisfied, Mari sprayed her down again, then put a bucket on her head and smacked her ass. Asuka barely managed to keep her balance, stumbling on the gravel like a drunken sailor.
Mari took her by the arm before she could fall and pulled her along back to the house. Behind her, Asuka heard Deshawn’s voice one last time, muffled through the bucket.
“Thanks for the fuck, bitch. Maybe next time you can actually finish washing these.”
Mari chucked, and gave Asuka’s bottom another smack. “Sounds like piglet is good at making friends.”
*
“Mhhm, your cook really did nicely. So delicious,” Mari said, chewing on the last bits of the parmesan chicken.
Then she grabbed Asuka by her hair and forced the redhead to turn her way. Mari gathered the remaining meat, now mixed with her saliva, and spat the nasty mush into Asuka’s forcibly-opened mouth. While she recoiled and whined in disgust, the brunette casually inserted three fingers through the ring gag opening and pushed the food deeper. She smiled watching the younger teen girl’s slender, white throat working as she slowly swallowed down what just a few moments ago had been someone else’s food.
It was always such a pleasure to watch her struggle, to hear the noise she made, and to know that she was totally at her mercy. Mari just loved it.
Asuka had no choice, of course, and there were lots of worse things Mari could feed her. It wasn’t like pigs cared anyway. Besides the chicken Mana’s cook had served them rice, a salad, and to finish it off some strawberry cheesecake for dessert. But as the others sat around eating the only parts Asuka got to taste where those Mari and Mana spat into her mouth after there were done chewing them. She couldn’t do anything about it, as the metal right gag they fitted on her pried her jaws opens, the ring shoved between her teeth and preventing her from closing her mouth.
Nor could she do anything about the other things they shoved into her pussy, or the candle slowly burning in her ass and dripping hot wax into her already abused privates--that was Mari’s idea, and the faint whimpers the piglet made whenever a bead of hot wax rolled down to solidify around her anus were just too cute. As they sat comfortably around her, Asuka was left to wiggle against the ropes that bound her like some perverted centerpiece at a family dinner.
Lying on her stomach, with her arms pulled behind her back until the palms of her hands touched together and with her legs tucked in beneath her and upturned feet folded one on top of the other, she was effectively reduced to an ornament, unable to move as her tormentors enjoyed dinner and did whatever they liked with her body.
Mari’s hands in particular lingered more on her bondaged pet than on her food, her fingers eagerly pushing into her vulnerable mouth and sloppy cunt, tweaking her nipples, which once again were imprisoned by painful clamps. Even her clit had not escaped: a thin string was tied to it and the others took turns passing it around and pulling, then watching as Asuka helplessly whimpered and wiggled in her bonds.
“Of course. Beau is a professional chef after all,” Mana said chewing on her own food. “My father hires the best. He’s from France, you know.”
“Professional as he may be, he still had plenty of disruptions. It’s a miracle he managed it at all.” Mari grinned slapping the side of Asuka’s buttocks. The way she was bound left her bottom sticking high and out, with her lower body propped up on her bent legs making her into quite the nice little stuffed pig. The candle had almost completely gone too, reduced to a stub burning between sweat-slick asscheeks, its flame flickering dangerously close to skin with each passing moment.
Mana made an unhappy face. Right before dinner she’d gone to ask when the food would be ready only to find the cook fucking Asuka bent over one of the counters. While normally that wouldn’t be the sort of thing to make her mad, both Mana and her guests were hungry and obviously Kirishima didn’t like waiting while her pet got screwed yet again. The cook was hardly to blame, Mari argued when she also walked in on the scene. She herself would have fucked Asuka’s juicy piece of ass for the rest of her life if she could.
But Mana was not Mari, and she decided that Asuka would not have any of the food she was supposed to be helping prepare--at least, she wouldn’t get to have it in the usual way.
“For a moment there I wondered if the poor piglet would end up crushed under your cooks weight or drawn in his sweat. His fat face was so red and sweaty when he unloaded his seed into our bitch, that I thought he would get a heart attack.”
“Well, he certainly didn’t mind. I wouldn’t either if it involved piglet’s pretty cunt.” Mari spat on her three fingers and inserted them back into Asuka’s gagged mouth. The girl made a noise of protest, but no one else seemed to mind.
“Geez, don’t start again.” Mana only rolled her eyes at the older girl. “It’s not pretty. Everyone’s had a turn on it so it looks like an old wet taco. You are just obsessed with her for some reason.”
“You can’t deny she’s fun to play with.”
Mana could only give a small shrug. “When she’s not being a worthless cunt. I get you are a lesbian or whatever, but I sometimes feel you are making it a little extreme. Like maybe you actually have feeling for this sack of meat. She’s not your girlfriend. She’s a toy.”
“So? People can be really attached to their toys.” Mari forced her fingers even deeper into Asuka’s mouth and clamped her slimy tongue, then pulled on it. Asuka groaned and wriggled, which in turn made more hot wax spill arounds the candle’s melted base. “She pissed me off when I first met her. And one of my boyfriends even ran off after her ass. Did I ever tell you that? But… I don’t know. Its just a feeling. Whenever I can make her bleed or hear her scream and see her writhe in agony and pain--it just makes me so excited. I swear I could cum all day long just from watching piglets face while she is suffering.”
“I see…” Mana said, though it didn’t seem like she was all that interested as her focus returned back to the food.
“That’s why you should just give the piglet to me. I’m sure she will be happier with me . We have so much in common,” Mari said, her fingernails digging into Asuka’s tongue and giving it a sharp tug, followed by another grunt and more wax on the abused skin.
“I thought you had her. Wasn’t that what you were doing outside?” Mana said.
“I had in mind giving her for good. Not just for today or tonight.” Mari’s other hand went down to the string attached to the redhead’s clitoris and started pulling on it at the same time as her fingers violated Asuka’s tongue. This resulted in the redhead wiggling and whining again. “I want her.”
Kensuke butted in. “Hey now. I doubt Red could survive living together with you. Doesn’t matter, though. She’s staying with me.”
“Shut up, four-eyes.” Mari snapped at him. “I had piglet with me and Sora for the whole weekend last time and she was fine, remember?”
The older girl twisted her fingers inside Asuka’s mouth, probing around feeling her teeth, tongue, and even further. The redhead’s throat constricted and retched again and she started coughing violently and trying to expel her fingers. Her blue eyes widened and watered.
“She certainly didn’t look fine when she returned.” Kensuke said, leaning forward. “She was bleeding and crying and you just left her there naked in the middle of the day. Oh, and she will throw up if you keep that up.”
“Fine.” Mari pouted but pulled her fingers out. Thick strings spit dangled from them, and there was even more of it hanging from the ring gag. “But you yourself agreed on piercing her.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t count on you tearing her asshole apart. She was screaming like a fucking banshee whenever she had to take a dump.”
“Piglet’s a lot to tougher than you think.” The older girl couldn’t resist making her point by pulling on the string, and the poor abused clit attached to it. The wailing noises that followed were music to her ears.”Next time we should play with piglet even more! How about a game - whoever makes the piglets asshole bleed first, wins?”
“Maybe. Not now though. Mei Yu wants her to help clean the toilets.” Mana said, drying her lips with a napkin. “It’s getting late. I’ll have Deshawn drive you home.”
Mari raised her eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Hold on,” Kesuke said, “you mean she’s staying? I wanted to fuck her ass tonight.”
“You can fuck her some other time. She leaves a lot be desired as maid so she will need some serious training. From now on she’ll be here every weekend to work.”
“Every weekend?” Mari repeated. She didn’t like this one bit.
“Yes.” Mana looked at Kensuke. “I think she’s had enough of just laying around the house getting fucked. This cunt needs to justify her existence. It’s time to find her some use, even if the only thing she’s good for is getting bossed around and slapped by my servants.
“But I wanted--” Mari started. Mana cut her off.
“I don’t care what you wanted. She’s my pet. She will do what I say.”
She’s only your pet because of Yui Ikari, Mari thought, but she kept that to herself. Ikari was piglet’s real guardian, and while she had turned her over to Mana she still remained her guardian. There wasn’t much Mari could do about that.
Or was there?
Luckily for Asuka they untied her before the candle could burn all the way down. Mana put it out by blowing on it, but left the waxy stump lodged in her anus as a reminder. The sun had already set, and outside crickets were chirping as the younger teen saw her guests to the door. Mari had hoped for some groping and teasing of Asuka before leaving, and maybe tweaking those adorable ringed nipples of hers. Instead, Mana sent her off with her maids. Already there was talk of shoving a toilet brush up her ass.
Mari practically begged to be a part of that, but Mana wouldn’t have it. Sullen, she climbed behind Kensuke into the limo and sulked, with her backpack thrown carelessly at her feet. Some of the things she’d brought, like the strap-on dildoes, weren’t even used. The engine rumbled to life, creating a vibration under the seats. Mari hardly noticed.
“It’s not fair,” she complained just as the limo set off. “I play with her a lot more than Kirishima.”
Kensuke had his camera out again, and clearly no more happy than she was. “It sucks, I’ll give you that. I had plans for her tonight. It’s been awhile since her last enema.”
“I wanted to fuck her,” Mari folded her arms across her chest. Although she’d changed back to her street clothes for dinner, she still had her bikini on underneath. “Everyone fucked her but me. Even that fat cook. It’s not fair.”
“But she is Mana’s pet,” Kensuke pointed out.
“Yeah,” Mari agreed, her mind working. “For now.”

To be continued...
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