Galatea

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Chapter 7
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And now for the daily disclaimer: *Ahem,* All characters portrayed in this fic are not owned by me, but by the wonderful and talented Hot Gimmick lady.

Also, this is the second to last chapter. There is an important author\'s note at the bottom of this chapter that you will have to read if you want the story to continue.

Sorry it took so long for an update.
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Hatsumi froze when she next heard the sound of Ryoki coming down the stairs. What new humiliation did he have in store for her today? Hatsumi was scared, but she got a little wet just thinking about it. It wasn\'t like she could run and hide or anything. Since the door had been broken in, Ryoki had used one of the scary looking devices to chain her to the wall by her neck. The chain was long, and she could move around okay, but the ring around her neck was extremely itchy to say the least.

Ryoki came down the stairs empty handed, but it was his \"innocent\" smile that made Hatsumi cringe.

Ryoki, truth be told, had been eaten up by jealousy ever since the day he\'d let Shinogu have Hatsumi. He wanted revenge, even if the only revenge he could have was against Hatsumi.

\"I have a surprise for you today, Hatsumi.\"

She eyed him warily.

\"You are going to have a special lesson today, given to you by a very skilled teacher.\" He turned to call up the stairs. \"You can come down now, Yuka-sensei.

Hatsumi stifled a terrified scream. Yuka-sensei?!?! The Yuka-sensei that poured a glass of iced mocha on her head Yuka-sensei??? The Yuka-sensei that she\'d stood up to for Ryoki??? THAT Yuka-sensei???

Oh my God. She\'s going to see me like this, totally nude and CHAINED TO A FRIGGIN\' WALL. I\'m going to DIE.

She practically glided down the stairs, a cool, sophisticated breeze descending from above to visit the mere mortals down below. She looked down her nose at Hatsumi, a triumphant smirk on her face.

An evil smile lit Ryoki\'s face. \"Seeing how you don\'t know beans about pleasing a man, and you have failed to improve despite my extensive efforts to teach you, Yuka-sensei is here to show you how its done.\"

The woman chuckled. \"This by far, Ryoki, is the dirtiest thing I\'ve ever done. You are a true master of perversion. I can\'t wait to torture this little brat.\" And with that, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was open mouthed, hot and heavy like the move stars did on screen.

Hatsumi hated her now more than ever, but she could do nothing but sit there, crouched on the ground, chained up like some animal. She then did something very unlike herself. Rage got the better of her and she shouted, \"Get the fuck off him, you skanky bitch!\"

Yuka-sensei turned. Hatsumi could see the surprise and fury in her face. Somewhere in the background, Ryoki cackled. Her voice was rage on ice, \"I beg your pardon?\"

Hatsumi didn\'t back down, the devil had gotten a hold of her and wasn\'t letting go. \"I believe I called you a skanky bitch, bitch!\"

Yuka-sensei ran up to Hatsumi and landed a series of blows onto her head. Then she kicked her in the ribs. \"What was that, cunt?\"

Hatsumi looked up at her, unfazed. \"Even though Ryoki keeps me locked up down here, I at least manage to practice good personal hygiene. You should learn to wash between your legs, you smell like tuna!\"

Ryoki was rolling on the floor now, laughing his ass off. Yuka-sensei was frozen with shock and outrage. She raised a hand, ready backhand the little cunt, but then thought the better of it. \"I thought when I came here I was going to have some fun teasing and torturing you. It could have even been pleasurable for you. But now I\'m not even going to waste my time trying to educate a stupid little brat like you.\"

Hatsumi smirked. \"Good, then go home.\"

The older woman\'s eyes narrowed as she glared. \"Oh no, sweet-heart. Not yet. I came here to have fun, and thats exactly what I\'m going to do.\" And with that she turned to Ryoki. \"Get off the floor, dweeb.\"

Ryoki got up angrily and faced her. \"Look, bitch, this is my house, and in my house you don\'t talk to me like-\" The words stayed frozen in his throat as Yuka-sensei grabbed the lapels of his shirt and ripped it open. Buttons went flying everywhere. One even dinked Hatsumi in the head. Ryoki shuddered as one of Yuka-sensei\'s cat like nails scratched over his tight man-nipple. He hissed sharply. The older woman removed her own sweater and blouse, guiding Ryoki\'s hands to fondle her unbound breasts. In the corner, the naked girl chained to the wall cringed in hurt and rage.

Yuka-sensei unzipped her low rise, brand name jeans and slipped out of them. Ryoki looked as if he were about to explode. She was shaved and perfect. She had the shape of a curvy, top-heavy American porn star. She turned around and stood legs apart, so that Ryoki was facing her backside. She bent down so he had a full on view of her perfect ass. Keeping perfect balance, she reached behind her and spread her cheeks apart, opening herself up to him.

Ryoki hurriedly unzipped his own fly with excited, shaking hands. God she was hot! It was every teenage male\'s wet dream to fuck someone as sexy as her. He wasted no time plunging his cock into her already glistening pussy. He rammed into her as hard as he could without toppling her over. She met his thrusts with tantalizing jerks of her lovely hips. Ryoki\'s thrusts were becoming even more heated and desperate, and he grabbed her hips tightly so that he could pound into her with all his might. Yuka-sensei moaned with mounting pleasure as she had to balance herself on her hands to keep from falling to the ground. She thrust back at him harder, cum from her sopping wet pussy dripping onto the floor. Right when he was about to come, she pulled away from him. She turned around, smiling wickedly at his red faced, trembling frustration.

\"What the fuck!?\" he shouted, his voice cracking.

Yuka-sensei turned and pointed to a spot closer to Hatsumi, but not close enough for the angry, chained girl to get to them if she decided to attack. \"Why don\'t we move closer to her so she can get a better look?\"

Ryoki complied, sitting on the floor, back up against the wall and dick sticking in the air, willing to do anything that was asked of him in order for that hot little sex goddess to finnish. He missed the look pain on Hatsumi\'s face and the tears spilling from her eyes. The sounds of her choked and strangled breathing were lost on him, the only thing he could hear was the heavy pounded rushing of his own heart as the blood went from his head and into an entirely different part of his anatomy.

Yuka-sensei straddled him, leaning back on her hands and his bent knees as she took him in. She rode him expertly, doing all the work as Ryoki threw his head back and groaned with pure pleasure. She then balanced herself on her heals and caressed her full, bouncing breasts, rubbing and pinching the nipples and hissing with delight. One of her hands made its way down her flat, perfect stomach to grab her aching wet clit. Her other hand crept up her own throat and up to her mouth so she could bite and suck on her middle and index fingers. She bounced up and down on him screaming his name in pleasure, and as she came, timed her thrusts expertly so that her muscles tightened every time she bounced up, trying to milk the seed from Ryoki\'s shaft. He burst, spilling seed into her with short, jerking thrusts.

Yuka ended her screaming orgasm on a sexy whimper. With hateful, triumphant eyes, she turned to Hatsumi. \"And that my love, is how its done.\" She got up and dressed; every move she made was still filled with sexuality and grace. Ryoki stayed on the floor, noticing nothing, seemingly in a sexual-pleasure-induced coma. When she was done she stood in front of the weeping Hatsumi, whose head was buried in her arms. She yanked her head up by the hair, staring at her naked, and noticeably less endowed, chest. \"You might also want to think about a tit job, bitch.\" She let Hatsumi\'s head drop. And with that she left them their, her luscious bottom swaying lightly as she made her way up the stairs.

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A/N: A-ha ha ha ha ah! Man-nipple! I can\'t believe I used that word. Idunno, it just sorta came out; I couldn\'t stop laughing after I wrote it. Try using that one in a sentence today! Heh, man-nipple.

HERE IS THE IMPORTANT NOTE THAT YOU MUST READ IN ORDER FOR THIS STORY TO CONTINUE: I wrote this story basically for the attention. And because I\'ve had nothing recently, and also probably because I haven\'t been getting any lately. In other words, I WANT REVIEWS, PEOPLE! Weather it is flames about my, crappy, madcap, no-nonsense, lack of detail writing style, or flames about my sick sense of humor, or praise about how my story kept you wet/hard or laughing all night, I want you to tell me! Over 700 people have read at least the first part of my story, and only 5 reviewed! Now I don\'t know if 700 of you have actually read my story or if its just several of the same people reading and re-reading it to get their jollies, BUT THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IF YOU\'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR IS GIVE ME A REVIEW! Please! If you love me you must review me! Fuck, even if you hate me I want you to review me! Even if you\'re neutral, I want you to review. Neutrality turns me on, honest! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

THE BOTTOM LINE IS THAT IN ORDER FOR ME TO POST THE LAST, HEART WRENCHING, LITERALLY MIND BLOWING, TWIST ENDING CHAPTER, I WILL HAVE TO RECEIVE AT LEAST 10 REVIEWS! YES, THAT\'S RIGHT, NOT EIGHT, NOT NINE, BUT TEN REVIEWS FROM PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT ALREADY POSTED. (Which makes the total number of reviews from now 18)

Thank you to all the people who have already reviewed, I have read all and plan to post replies to all the reviews at the end of the last chapter.

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