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Taboo Parallel	By : Strigon2 Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 105790 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Note: well it took a long time but here it is. All the usual warnings apply. Yes, it's long and fat (you'll see what I did there) but I got tired of editing.

Taboo Parallel

Stage 7-- The Teacher's Pet

All weekday mornings were early for Shinji Ikari. Ever since he could remember he was always the first one to rise. It gave him a chance to get a head start on making breakfast, and thus ensure that Asuka wouldn't yell at him. But as he stood there in front of the stove, wearing his apron over his school uniform, he didn't have to worry about that happening today.

Because Asuka hadn't come home last night.

Shinji’s hands moved almost as fast a his mind, pouring out the pancake mix on the frying pan and placing it on the stove. He grabbed another pan, containing a finished pancake, and used a spatula to peel it into a waiting plate.

Despite what Asuka called him most of the time, he was not stupid. He didn't think she was just having a night-long study session with Musashi, as Asuka claimed over the phone. He knew she expected him to buy her story, but why bother lying in the first place? Asuka herself had admitted that she and Musashi were sex buddies, and he had even walking in on them right in the middle of it one night.

Shinji's stomach gave an unpleasant flop. He didn't want to think of Asuka like that. She was a friend, someone he cared deeply for—not just a sex object. But Asuka didn't care for such a distinction. If anything, she seemed happy to be with Musashi; happier than she had seemed in a long time.

Over the last few weeks Shinji was sure he had caught Asuka crying more than once. Whenever he tried to talk to her about it she had exploded, calling him names and telling him to mind his own business. She was like a walking time-bomb, always ready to explode the moment he showed any concern. But lately it was as if Asuka had turned a corner in her life. She was more upbeat and talkative, particularly around Musashi. She had even improved her relationship with Rei. A few days ago, the blue-haired albino had come over for tea. Shinji's mind was utterly blown.

Unfortunately, all this meant his childhood friend was drifting further and further away from him.

Shinji blamed himself. If he had not turned Asuka down when she wanted to have sex with him she would not be Musashi’s girlfriend and they would be closer than ever. He had been so scared and confused at the time. And Asuka had been so angry and insistent; it was as if she were treating him like a thing.

Mana wasn't like that. She was there to help him, to give him kindness and care, like a real girlfriend should. What had Asuka ever done for him aside from calling him names, shouting at him and dragging him around like her personal slave? He liked her energy and self-confidence, but she was too prideful to notice him, always pushing him away and building impenetrable walls of defense around her.

And eventually he had given up. And when Mana came into his life he thought that everything that he once felt for Asuka was in the past. But then that night …

He still remembered every single detail, every rippled of her muscles, every drop of sweat on her skin, every moan escaping her red lips. He could not tear his eyes off from the two sweaty bodies giving themselves up to intense, almost crazed lovemaking. He remembered the loud creaking of his bed, faster and faster, in time with the feverish rhythm of Asuka’s naked hips and the wet sounds from between her legs. And he remembered how her blue eyes locked onto him as she was fucked, staring him down, daring him to look away.

He had thought he was over her … until something deep in his chest began throbbing with pain.

Then he smelled burning.

Snapping his head, Shinji noticed the pancaked he had placed on the pan begun to turn a charcoal black. He lifted the pan from the fire, and turned down the stove. The pancake was ruined. He peeled it off, tossed into the garbage and poured another one.

“I was starting to wonder when you'd notice,” his mother's voice said. He turned and saw her standing at the entrance to the kitchen. “I could smell it all the way in my room.”

“Sorry.”

His mother stepped over and poured herself a cup of coffee. “It's okay. But you shouldn't be so distracted in the kitchen.” She sat at the table and drank her coffee. “You know, it's not like you have to make me breakfast.”

“I know,” he said, carefully looking at the pancake. “I'm used to doing it for Asuka so it's okay.”

“She didn't come home last night again, did she?”

She wasn't really asking. It was more like she wanted to make him aware of a fact he already knew. Had she been someone else, he would have though she was rubbing it in. His mother would never do that. He didn't reply.

“You shouldn't worry too much about her,” his mother said, sensing his reluctance. “Asuka is at a stage in her life when she's trying to find out who she really is. That means trying new things, and spending time with other people. You can't hold her back just because it's something you are not comfortable with.”

“I guess,” Shinji said. He wasn't convinced, and, if anything, felt even worse. Asuka had clearly moved on, but he selfishly kept clinging on to her like she belonged to him. He didn't want her to move on and leave him behind. He didn't want to lose her, though he was sure that was exactly what was happening.

He cast quick glance at the clock. Breakfast was almost ready and it was still early. There was still plenty of time. He hated that.

*

Musashi stared up at the ceiling of the hotel room from the moment he opened his eyes, pressed to the bed by the warm naked body lying on top of him. Asuka was still asleep, her beautiful, long red hair, spilling out in waves covering her bare back and his smooth, hairless chest. Her head was nuzzled in the crook of his neck, her breathing tickling him like a gentle breeze. The corners of her lips were turned up, like a cat happily napping on a window sill during a sunny day.

It was hard to believe that such a serene expression could belong to someone who had just burned through nearly 20 hours of non-stop sex; that not so long ago she was screaming and moaning from pleasure as her sweaty body rocked from another intense orgasm. The sheets themselves reeked of the unpleasant smell of cum and stale sweat.

More than a week had passed since Asuka and Rei had gone on their trip to the mall with Mana and Yui. Since that time only Rei had been free to service Keita and him. Asuka was constantly busy with Mana, who wanted to take as many photos and videos of her in her new outfits as possible. Of course, that was just a thinly-veiled excuse to humiliate the redhead, like making her lift her skirts in public or pulling down her panties or parading her around looking like a slut—all in good fun.

Eventually, Mana gave Asuka some time off so that Musashi could fuck her—or rather, so that she could fuck him, because she was just as active in their lovemaking as him. Not so long ago it was only the lemonade that made her eager like this, but that had changed.

Asuka was always excited, lusty and wanting for more sex. Maybe it was because she was getting used to her situation, or maybe because she had finally admitted that she liked sex, Musashi couldn't tell. But it was certain that Asuka had not turned into his sex doll. On the contrary, she was turning him into her doll. She bossed him around, not afraid to throw some insults at him. She even resisted if she really didn‘t want something. He was no longer forcing her as much as being allowed to receive her consent.

And in bed Asuka was downright domineering and more demanding. It didn‘t seem like the sexual experience had changed her personality. She was still an arrogant, self-confident and bossy girl, only now she loved having sex and seemed to be turning all her energy towards that. It was what Musashi wanted to do from the start—to show her true face behind this perfect girl, the beautiful school idol. And he was succeeding. So why was he not feeling any satisfaction?

Why did he feel used?

He had been bothered by something for a while now, but it wasn't until yesterday, Asuka's appointed day off, that he realized what it was. The redhead was almost bouncing on her way to school. She bailed out after the first lesson and pretty much forced Musashi to skip his class too. How could he refuse such a gorgeous piece of ass literally begging to be fucked?

As they walked down the street, Asuka kept ‘accidentally’ brushing her hand against the bulge in his pants and giving him longing looks that bordered on desperate. Musashi knew that Mana took personal pleasure in keeping Asuka constantly excited without having an orgasm, so he wasn’t all that surprised that she would be so eager to get off. But it did surprise him that she seemed to almost enjoy the anticipation, like a child before Christmas morning.

He couldn't take her home, nor go to Keita's so early in the day. He didn't want to go there anyway, as they would be too easy to find if Mana or anyone else decided to butt in. He pulled Asuka into a train and headed downtown.

Their destination was one of the many love hotels in Tokyo-3's Red Light District. The place had an overall grungy look to it and charged by the hour. Musashi made Asuka pay for a whole night out of her pocket. The redhead put up the usual show of haughtiness, but before they could even open the door to their rented room she had thrown herself against him and gave him a long, wet kiss. His hands worked frantically, tugging her uniform blouse open while she retrieved his rock-hard member from his pants, giving it a few pumps with her hand.

As soon as they were inside he had pushed her against the door and shoved his dick into her drooling pussy. Her breasts, peeking through her open shirt, were immediately in his hands as he held them up to his mouth, biting on her erect nipples. He sent a hand down between her legs, and used his thumb to stroke beneath her clit. They hadn't even taken their shoes off before the first orgasm.

Their next time was literally seconds later. Already disheveled, Asuka bent over to take her shoes off. She only managed to remove one shoe before Musashi, rolled up her skirt so he could pound her from behind. Her breasts jiggled and bounced outrageously with each thrust as his hips met her naked buttocks, riding her hard and rough. They fucked like bunnies on amphetamines, and she did her best to always encourage him to go faster and deeper.

Then they found themselves lying together on the carpet, gasping after another orgasm. They removed their clothes in a mad dash until eventually they were totally naked. Not wasting any time, scrambled onto the bed. Here Musashi pushed Asuka on her back onto the bed and descended on her like a vulture.

Musashi kissed her hungrily on the mouth as he slowly entered her. Asuka moaned loudly, placing her hands on his buttocks, digging her nails in and forcing him to go deeper. Their lips rippled as their tongues frantically dueled each other. Asuka ground her hips against his as fast as she could, their bodies writhing together like a pair of snakes in heat, panting and moaning and cumming.

They spent the next five hours fucking. The wanton, wet sound of flesh hitting flesh and the panting and grunting together with the rocking on the bed must have been loud enough to be heard all the way in the lobby.

Even when they decided to take a shower they still ended up playing with each other. The soles of Asuka's pretty feet were the only part of her body Musashi didn't get to clean. She loved having her breasts washed, almost as much as being pushed up against the glass and having them fondled. He soaped up her round bottom multiple, then, holding her up by placing his hands under the slick globes of ass, he fucked her yet again. She seemed to forget herself and peed as she came.

After the shower, while Asuka dried her hair, Musashi wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom only to find that the maid had come to change the sheets. The maid apologized for barging in and was in the process of leaving when Asuka walked out, naked as the day she was born. Her face turning bright red, Asuka was so busy screaming insults at the maid that she didn't even try to cover herself. The maid mumbled a few more words of apology and made a hurried escape.

The door had barely shut before Asuka, now visibly angered, pushed Musashi onto the edge of the bed and got down on her knees. But as her warm lips closed around his salty girth and her head started vigorously bobbing up and down, the redhead kept looking at the door, as if expecting it to open at any moment. After a few minutes of loud and energetic slurping Musashi splurged his load all over her face. Asuka rubbed it in with her hands, saying it was good for her skin.

Soon they were having another intense sex session, by the end of which the number of spots on the sheets and crumpled tissues had significantly increased. At one point Musashi worried they might damage the wall from the way the headboard was slamming against it as they fucked each others' brains out.

By midnight they were absolutely starving. They hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, only drinking water in the short breaks between fucking to give their sweaty, tired and aching bodies a few minutes of rest. Musashi made a quick trip to a convenience store across the street and bought two bentos. When he returned Asuka was lying nude on the floor in front of the TV, hugging a pillow, her hair billowing everywhere around her lovely face. God, she was gorgeous.

Sitting on the floor, Musashi handed Asuka a bento. She smiled and said thanks, and he could tell she meant it. His heart almost melted.

They started to eat, but when Asuka spread her legs Musashi knew she would rather have him fuck her again. Her pussy was an unsightly mess, caked in dried-up cum and girl juices. She was so full of cum, in fact, that it was constantly leaking out of her in thick strings. Musashi sighed, but he gave in and they had sex on the floor while watching a late night film. And that was when it hit him.

He really just wanted to have dinner and watch TV while cuddling with Asuka as if she were a normal girlfriend. This desire was pretty disturbing by itself, but the fact that he felt a strange emptiness was even more confusing. He knew Asuka was only using him to satisfy her unquenchable new sex drive,just like he had used her a hundred times. So why did he feel this way? Why now? What had changed?

They had returned to the bed without saying a word, and Asuka continued riding him into the early morning before finally falling asleep on top of him. Lying there on the dirty, smelly sheets, buried beneath her sweaty body, his troubled thoughts kept him awake for a long time.

“Hey … ”

Asuka's voice snapped Musashi out of his long reverie. He looked down to see the lovely face of the naked girl lying on his chest. Her blue eyes were wide open, her head slightly tilted to the side, a teasing smile on her lips.

Noticing she had Musashi‘s attention, her smile grew wider and her eyes gleamed. She squirmed on top of him, her soft breasts flattened against his chest as she lifted a leg suggestively and rubbed her bare thigh on his."Wanna fuck?"

Musashi turned his head away, and said something he never in a million years thought he would say to her. “I think we've fucked enough.”

Ignoring him, the redhead bit the side of his neck. She looked down to see his limp penis snaking between his legs, coated with traces of cum and the viscous juice of her lust.

"Mmmmm. Come on, idiot," Asuka whispered against his skin. "There's a warm wet pussy waiting for you." She humped her well-used pussy against the side of his muscular thigh, covering it with her juices. His muscles flexed as her left hand moved up, tunneling her fingers through his hair.

For a brief moment, their lips merely touched. Then, Asuka‘s lips parted and her tongue sailed into Musashi‘s mouth. Her tongue was restless, relentless, even desperate, swirling around his but he did not respond. With her right hand she began stroking up and down his limp pecker as if it were the nicest thing she'd ever found and she didn't want to ever let it loose again. She used slow, expert strokes to stimulate him. Soon, despite himself, Musasi felt his dick stiffening into a usable tool again.

The redhead pulled away from his mouth. She whispered in his ear, her breath warm and ticklish, "Awake yet?"

He didn't answer.

Asuka wrapped her fingers around Musashi‘s penis and began to slowly move up to the very tip, toying with the tiny flap of sensitive skin under the head until the tanned boy moaned in pleasure. Her tongue leaped out and speared the tiny channel in the center of her lover's ear. Musashi almost gasped with the sudden invasion of his ear. Getting at least some kind of response from him, Asuka began to kiss her way down his neck, using one hand to handle his cock and the other to play with his testicles.

As she kissed down his neck, the redhead became more demanding with his cock and started pumping the hard shaft up and down, rolling the loose foreskin up and over his large purple head, while her soft mouth moved to kiss his chest. The salt taste of sweat filled her mouth. Asuka moved lower, her tongue drawing a long circles around Musashi‘s navel before stabbing the tip into the center of it. Then Asuka moved even lower.

Finally, her face was only inches from Musashi's pulsating cock. Her hand was still moving up and down, squeezing tiny drops of pre-cum from the piss-slit. Asuka leaned in and tentatively dragged her tongue across the slippery head. The acrid taste instantly assailed her buds. But it was a familiar taste, and she was soon licking and sucking with a renewed fervor. Musashi moaned again.

Asuka's lips curled upwards into a smile at his response. Her tongue continued to swirl around the crown of his prick. She nibbled at the foreskin, tugging at it with her teeth, the licked the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his penis. For a few minutes she worked on the knob of his dick, before she started to move her mouth down his member, licking and kissing with expert care. When she got to his hairy balls, she found them tightly compressed. Her tongue flashed out and lavished feathery touches all around the loose sack containing Musashi‘s precious jewels.

Musashi didn't want to feel this way, but he couldn't help it. Asuka was just too good at this, pumping rapidly up and down, squeezing his ball sack firmly while her soft lips kissed his length, overwhelming him with different stimulation at once. He clutched at the sheets, a gasp escaping his lips, eyes closed. His back arched, his prick rising like a flag pole as it strained to release its load.

But Asuka knew his body just as well as he did. As he reached the edge, she pinched down just behind the broad purple head of his cock and stopped his ejaculation.

“Not until you fuck me with it.”

The lusty redhead pulled up and straddled his hard-on. Gripping his slippery prick in her hand, she aimed the purple helmet-shaped head to her entrance, rubbing it against her wet gash. Her sparse pussy hair tickled the sensitive tip of his knob. Juice trickled out of her cunt and down his shaft all the way to his testicles. Slowly, she began sliding his cock into her hot fuck hole.

Musashi moaned in pleasure, which seemed to please Asuka even more. Her voice turned into a husky whisper. “You know you want it.“

Asuka lowered herself onto the bulging head, letting the familiar hardness of a man's penis penetrate her. But for Musashi it felt just like last night—just like being used all over again. Without any warning, he unceremoniously pushed Asuka off him.

The redhead squeaked as she tumbled backwards, her round ass landing roughly on the floor. The shock which had first appeared on her face was slowly replaced by anger as she jumped to her feet. “What's your problem, brat?!“

Musashi was equally fast to jump out of bed. His still hard cock bobbed in the air, glistening with the perverted mixture of Asuka‘s love juices, spit and pre-cum.

“You are my problem!” He angrily pointed his finger at her. “All that you ever think about is sex, sex, sex, sex and more sex!”

Asuka looked offended. “Well excuse me for being a sexually active teen.“

“There's a difference between sexuality and obsession. It's like you can't stop thinking with your pussy.”

Annoyed, Asuka threw her arms in the air. “And whose fault is that? Besides, why the hell does it bother you? All you ever wanted from me was my pussy!”

“It doesn't bother me! It doesn't bother me at all!” Musashi angrily stormed off to the bathroom, his hard penis bobbing with each step.

Asuka watched him and sighed. Men could be so stupid.

***

The walk to school went without incident, though Asuka's soreness did make the act of walking uncomfortable. Her lower belly was tensed and ached badly, and she felt like she had a huge pole still stuck inside her. The last twenty-fours had been brutal on her body, but at least she hadn't had to think about Mana or how much she hated herself. The continuous orgasms had completely erased all troubled thoughts from her mind, leaving her free to enjoy the sex.

After his little outburst, the tanned boy had barely spoken more than five words to her, and most of those were to tell her to hurry up and get out of the shower. He was evidently still angry with her, and that annoyed her. All she had done was offer him some wake-up sex before going to school. She'd expected he would jump at the chance because, well, he had every other time; fucking her was to Musashi what baseball was to Japan.

So why was he angry? Considering what he'd done to her, he had to be kidding when he said it was the sex that bothered him. There had to be something more. And he wouldn't tell her, and now he wouldn't even talk to her. He was just trying to shut her out.

It was the same thing Shinji did, only in his case he was too cowardly to speak his mind. Asuka hated that. She didn't want Musashi to be at all like Shinji.

Finally, as the two of them approached the to school‘s gate, the redhead grabbed Musashi's wrist and made him turn to face her. “Are you going to tell me what the deal is or will I have to beat it out of you?” she asked in an irritated voice.

Musashi stared back at her but his tone sounded monotonous. “It's none of your business.”

Asuka snorted. “When I don't get what I want it become my business. It's not like you've ever had a problem fucking me before, so why the hell would it—”

Musashi pulled his wrists from her grasp. “There you go. There's your answer.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Fuck, sex, intercourse – whatever you wanna call it!” he yelled. “Yesterday, I fucked you over and over, and when I wanted to have a moment just to be with you, all you wanted to do was fuck some more!”

“Are you stupid?” Asuka spat, her anger increasing. “Do you really think I'll buy that? Where was that feeling when your dick plowed me until I lost consciousness? Or when you did all those other nasty things to me. I was just a piece of meat to you. And you sure seemed pretty happy back then!”

“Back then I didn’t …” Musashi suddenly became silent, his face clearly troubled.

But Asuka was not ready to let him off the hook. She was growing more furious by the second. Her voice rose in volume and pitch. “Back then what?”

“None of your business.”

It took all of Asuka's self-control not to slap him. “Oh, we're going back to that, are we? Well, you know what? Fuck you! Wanna know why I don't think of love anymore? Take a guess, retard! Getting drugged and having your virginity ripped away from you by force really shakes up your idea of romance! Why bother with love anyway when the one you love gets stolen by some sadistic bitch and you get raped like a fucking blow-up doll? I want to have sex because at least then I don't have to think about what YOU did to me!”

She was now openly yelling at him, her index finger accusingly poking his chest.

Musashi looked nervously over his shoulder. Standing right at the school gate, more and more heads were turning their way as their scene caught other students attention. Asuka didn't care—she was going to have her say regardless of who heard.

But Musashi obviously did care, and he had to shut Asuka up. So as the angry redhead opened her mouth to shoot another string of accusations and insults his way, he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her to him, his mouth clamping over hers. Asuka tensed against him, but as the kiss went on, her muscles slowly started to relax and she gave herself into it.

Once she had stopped resisting, and all too soon for her liking, Musashi broke the kiss and slowly pushed away from her. “Be quiet. Everyone will hear.”

In response Asuka wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back towards her, kissing him again squarely on the lips. Now it was his turn to tense. She could feel him stirring against her as her own body responded to his presence and the kiss. There was no question in her mind what she wanted to do. The anger from a moment ago melted in the fire of her loins—it was why she liked sex so much. No matter how bad things got for her, sex made everything better.

Urgently, she pressed her hips against the younger boy a little harder. His scent, musky, intoxicating, filled her senses. Soon she found Musashi's hands wandering down her slender body. He squeezed her firm breasts, then carefully reached under her uniform skirt. He moved his hands to cup her round bottom through her panties; in return, she caressed the strong muscles of his butt and dared to sweep a hand quickly across his fly.

With her other hand, the horny redhead took one of Musashi’s and placed it on her thigh, guiding it upward, nestling it up between her legs. His fingers hooked around the wet gusset of her panties and moving the narrow strip of cloth aside.

"Mmmnn!" Asuka moaned into his mouth, trembling a little at the contact. Her fingers closed around the noticeable bulge in pants, feeling the length of his member. She gave a little coo as she felt his hot shaft straining the fabric, eager for release, and the touch of a female hand upon it.

She deftly unzipped the front—she had become an expert at this particular task—and pushed her fingers into the gap, tugging his underwear to the side just as he had done with hers. Her cool, soft fingertips closed around his pulsating rod and began to glide up and down, jacking his aching cock.

Yet the contact with his penis broke the spell. He hastily ended the kiss and let go of her, almost shoving her in his haste to distance himself from the perverted heat of lust between them.

Asuka licked his saliva off her lips and looked up at him. Frustration was obvious in her tone. “What‘s wrong now?”

“We are in front of the whole school, dammit!“ Musashi said, hurriedly zipping himself up before anyone could see him. “Get a grip.”

Asuka shrugged her shoulders. “So what? Its not like kissing is a crime.”

“No, but having sex in public is!” Musashi shook his head angrily and turned to leave.

“Since when do you fucking care?” Asuka said to his back with a huff.

Musashi didn’t pay any attention to the fuming redhead as he disappeared behind the school’s entrance, leaving quite a crow of startled students behind.

“Idiot,” Asuka said to herself. She stalked through the gate, the stares of her fellow classmates firmly on her. She was long past caring what they thought of her—they were all virgins and losers who preferred those stupid hentai magazines to a real woman. None of them would have a clue what to do with her if she came begging for their cocks.

A moments later Mana and a gorgeous purple-haired woman in her late twenties approached her—Misato Katsuragi, their homeroom teacher.

Mana sneered, her green eyes sparking with malevolence. “I thought I spotted a sex offender at the school gate but it seems it was just our loose redhead.”

“Without the insults please, Miss Kirishima,” Misato told the obnoxious girl. Then she turned to Asuka. “Miss Sohryu, I'm happy that you found someone you like. However, you should be aware that the school prohibits such behavior within school property.”

The tone from the usually openhearted and friendly teacher was strict, as was her face. Asuka bristled at the injustice of it; after being forced to do so many nasty and humiliating things in that very same school property, getting lectured over kissing seemed utterly ridiculous. Misato probably meant well, but she didn't know anything about Asuka's life or what she was going through.

“Whatever,” Asuka grumbled. “Why don’t you go bug Musashi instead.” She tried to push in between Misato and Mana.

Misato placed a hand on her shoulder. Her tone softened noticeably. “Asuka, I'm worried about you. Your grades have been slipping a lot lately and your other teachers tell me you've been cutting classes. You didn't show up at all yesterday. As your counselor, I want you to know I'm there for you. If you have any problems …”

“Everything is FINE!” Asuka cut her off pulling her shoulder from Misato’s hold. How could she tell that her biggest problem was standing right next to them, enjoying her ordeal? “Never been better! Now leave me alone.”

Misato opened her mouth as if to say something, then shook her head. “Well, if you want to talk you know where to find me. Don’t be late for class.”

Mana flashed a wry smile at Asuka as their teacher walked away.

“To be honest, I was hoping for a bigger scene after the stunt you just pulled. But Katsuragi always had a soft spot for you. She and your mother used to worked together for some time, didn’t they? Must be good to be the teacher's favorite.”

“Better than having my daddy to wipe my ass whenever I screw up.”

Mana kept her smile, but her eyes grew cold. “Oh, isn't it a little early in the morning to be so moody? What's the matter? Our horny little slut didn’t get enough fucking last night?”

Asuka mockingly clapped her hands. "How caring of you! I hate to disappoint you but I had some great sex yesterday.” She grinned, tossing her hair haughtily over one shoulder. “But I guess you wouldn't know great sex if it slapped you in the face. All you get is Shinji's tiny weenie. I almost feel sorry for you."

The smile fell from Mana’s lips. Her cheeks reddened, as if Asuka just slapped her. "Shinji is not tiny! And how would you know, anyway?"

“I had him, obviously.”

Mana gritted her teeth in anger. Asuka was glad she could push her buttons like this for once. "I should have known,” the younger girl spat. “You are such a slut."

"Is that supposed to be an insult?” Asuka laughed. “You are right. I am a slut, and happy to be. I love having sex and thanks to you I don't have a problem with it. Next time you won't have to lie about giving me drugs. At least I get fucked by a real man not a pathetic little idiot's tiny dick."

Mana looked furious. “Who told you there were no drugs?”

“Take a guess,” Asuka replied, feeling emboldened. “It's your fault. If you wanted to use something like that against me you should have told me already. Maybe last week it would have mattered, and it would have made me feel really bad. But now it's too late. I simply don't care.” She shrugged. “I guess you just don't think these things out very well.”

The bell rang before Mana could make a reply. The students scattered in the yard began making their way to their classrooms for the first period, talking animatedly among themselves. Some gave Asuka weird glances as the came up next to her, and she recognized that many of them wished it had been them in her arms rather than Musashi. She felt flattered—it was good to be wanted, even if just for her body.

“Feeling defiant, aren't you?” Mana said as they passed the front door and headed down a hallway full of lockers. Her tone was poisonous. “You seem to be forgetting who's in charge here. I think a little reminder is in order. Then we'll see how defiant you are.” Her green eyes narrowed. “And tell the blue cunt she needs to learn to keep her trap shut before it gets her in trouble.”

“Tell her yourself,” Asuka spat.

Mana stopped. With a wide sweep of her hand, she grabbed Asuka by the hair and pulled Asuka's face to her, causing some of the long orange-red strands to slip from the grip of her pointed hair clips holding them up. Their noses were only an inch away.

“Listen, Cunt-chan,” Mana hissed, her breath warm on Asuka's face. “You might be Katsuragi's favorite, but remember who rules your life. You're lucky I don't want to be late or I would punish your slutty ass right in the middle of this hall so everyone can see. But don't ever think you can talk back to me like that. Got it?”

Asuka nodded urgently despite herself.

“Wait for me in the girl's bathroom upstairs after school. That's an order from your mistress.”

Mana let go and angrily stormed off, grumbling about how mouthy cunts needing to be put in their place.

But even the prospect of later punishment failed to prevent a smug grin from spreading across Asuka’s face. As she fixed up her hair, tucking the loose strands back under her clips, she felt like she had won a major victory. She didn't get to enjoy many of those lately.

Still smiling, Asuka reached her locked and opened the door. The usual deluge of love letters spilled out. She ignored those as she hastily changed into the red rubber-soled indoor slippers that were the norm. Tapping the toes of each foot on the floor to ensure the slippers fit properly, she placed her leather street shoes in the locked, closed the door and hurried to her classroom.

*

“Mmmmnnghhugh! Nnnghh! Mmmnnh!”

Asuka violently shook her head, muffled objections coming from behind the rubber ball-gag in her mouth.

“Not so uppity now, are you, Cunt-chan?” Mana cackled, and again tried to force the large penis-shaped black dildo into Asuka's asshole. At the slightest touch from the plastic tool the puckered hole clenched shut, leaving the younger girl to poke around the upturned butt crack in frustration.

Bound upside-down on the toilet, her naked, sweat-stained body bent uncomfortably forward, it was about as much resistance as Asuka could put up. Her exposed asshole and pussy pointed straight up in the air, her pelvis propped up by the toilet tank, while most of her weight rested on her upper back and shoulder blades atop the plastic lid. Her widely-spread legs jutted past her head, each of her ankles tied to one of her wrists and each tied in turn to the opposite ends of a broom handle.

Asuka looked up fearfully as Mana spread her legs and towered above her, clad only in her uniform blouse and usual white sneakers. She continued shaking her head, her movements jerky with desperation.

“I am going to put it in no matter what,” Mana hissed, a deep scowl on her face as she looked down at Asuka. “This is all your fault.” She twisted Asuka's right nippled, extracting a sharp cry of pain. “Maybe next time you won't be such a mouthy bitch.”

Mana bent her knees to bring her heated twat inches away from the bound teen's flushed face, low enough for the pubic curls to tickle the tip of her sharp nose.

“Mind if I take a seat?”

Asuka gave a muffled cry as Mana sat her backside on her upturned face. Muffled protests came to nothing as the other girl's sweaty buttocks flattened against her face, squeezing it beneath them. Mana wiggled her rump from side to side, causing Asuka to hold her breath as her nose poked deep into her ass crack, then relaxed her knees and settled down. Her wet labia parted as it came into contact with the hard ball gag, squashing down on it.

“I haven‘t cleaned my asshole properly this morning. I'm sure you don‘t mind, right?“ Mana grinned, watching as Asuka‘s muscles grew tensed and her arms and legs began struggling against her bonds, but her face stayed firmly imprisoned in the sweaty crack.

Slowly, Mana started rocking back and forth, grinding her wet crotch all over Asuka‘s face, covering it in her slick juices. Her right hand continued to work the dildo, trying to drill it deeper into the reluctant asshole. Asuka buckled, the sudden asphyxia overwhelming even the feeling of having her asshole being invaded. This earned her another hard slap on her buttocks.

“Stay still, slut!”

Mana gleefully increased the speed of her rocking. Her bare butt cheeks tensed as she worked her pelvis relentlessly against Asuka‘s pussy juice-soaked face, grinding herself on her pretty features and stretched mouth. This was a mixed blessing for Asuka—the movement allowed her to breath in but also filled her nostrils with the secretions of female excitement. Mana didn't seem to care in the slightest. She was now panting and moaning loudly as she approached ever closer to orgasm.

Then, just when it seemed like Mana was about to get off, the stall door flung open.

Mana froze, every muscle in her young body tensing hard, and whipped her head around to the unexpected visitor. Asuka, her face tightly squeezed by Mana's butt cheeks and buried to the nose in the other girl's crack, could only stare hard with wide, trembling eyes.

The woman that stood there was tall, with shoulder length blond hair that was so yellow it almost seemed white. Her black eyebrows clearly indicated that the hair was dyed. Her features were sharp, eyes narrow and extremely cold, especially her eyes, which were a clear pale green. There was a mole below the corner of her left eye. She had a strong aura of stern authority and intelligence around her, enhanced by long white lab-coat, black stockinged legs and high heels.

“Um ...” Mana mumbled, totally aghast, lifting her butt from Asuka's fiercely-blushing face.

“Ah, there you are.” Yui Ikari stepped in from behind the fake-blonde woman. “We've been looking for you all over the place.”

Asuka's heart sank, the shock of being discovered replaced by despair of knowing her ordeal was only going to get worse.

Upon seeing Yui, Mana gave a deep sigh of relief. She plopped her ass back onto her captive's face, leaving the smothered redhead to stare up helplessly at the two women from beneath her buttocks, only the top half of her face visible.

“What's up?” Mana said as she resumed trying to poke the dildo into Asuka's upturned asshole. “We are kind of busy here.”

“We can see that,” the blonde woman noted dryly.

Yui gestured towards her. “I just wanted to introduce you girls to our new school nurse – Doctor Ritsuko Akagi. She will be taking over for Miss Ibuki.”

Mana shrugged. A twist of her wrist made Asuka’s body jump up once again, almost slipping off the toilet lid as the dildo corkscrewed past her anus, grinding slowly deeper into her rectum. Trapped between Mana's hot, sweaty butt cheeks, she couldn't even move her head. Her eyes rolled down, but all she could see was the other girl's rump and mutter unintelligible pleads for her to stop.

“Could you stop doing that?” Yui asked politely. “Asuka doesn’t seem to be following our conversation.”

Mana reluctantly released the dildo and got up. Asuka’s face was a mess – the beautiful facial features were completely soaked in Mana’s girl juices and plastered here and there with curls of her pubic hair. The dildo remained sticking up from the wrinkled sphincter for a few moments, trembling in the air, then fell out and landed on the floor.

The woman called Ritsuko Akagi approached with a wide, confident stride. Asuka nervously watched her every step, tugging at her bonds with her arms and legs. Her cheeks—both sets—burned with shame; being so close to a stranger made her suddenly aware of her nudity.

When the fake blond squatted in front of her and looked down into her crystal blue eyes, Asuka couldn't take it anymore and looked away.

“You must be Asuka Langley Sohryu,” Ritsuko said, lowering her hand and carefully picking a curly pubic hair off the bridge of Asuka’s nose. “I've heard a lot of things about you.”

Mana snorted. “I bet.”

Ignoring her, Ritsuko picked another dark hair and stuck it on Asuka's wet upper lip, much to the bound girl's disgust. “I am here to ask you for a favor, Miss Sohryu,” the blonde told Asuka, who frowned. “You see, I will be giving a special sex education lecture to a few students who have shown an affinity for certain potentially unhealthy habits. I need a model.”

“You sure came to ask the right person,” Mana laughed. “Asuka is the school’s number one expert when it comes to sex.”

“Mghmmhm! Muhmmm!” Though ball gag muffled Asuka’s reply, the angry tone made it clear it was nothing very pleasant.

“Now, now, Asuka.” Yui also approached the tied girl and looked down at her. “You still owe me a favor. Be sensible.”

“You can refuse, of course,” Ritsuko continued. “No one is forcing you.” She smiled cruelly at Asuka. “But if you were to become my model all your … activities with Miss Kirishima would have to come to an end for today. On the other hand, if you refuse, well, we'll just leave you girls to it. You may find your ass will be quite a lot sorer tomorrow.”

Asuka felt her small brown sphincter tighten reflexively.

“Seems like this cutie agrees with me.” Ritsuko used one of her long red nails to trace the puckered rim of Asuka’s asshole, then reached down and unclasped the ball gag. Heavy strings of drool clung to the bright red ball as it was removed from between the stretched lips, roping down onto Asuka's already-soiled face. “What’s you answer?”

Asuka flexed her jaw to get it used to moving again. She felt like a turtle on its back—totally helpless.

“I … I don't know,” she stammered, her voice hoarse.

“There is nothing to know.” Ritsuko seemed amused. “All I require from you is that you do as you are told.”

Asuka wondered if she even had a choice. It was better to be a model or whatever else this woman wanted from her than staying here and letting Mana rip her asshole apart. For now, Ritsuko was the lesser of two evils. She nodded.

“Okay.”

Please, Ritsuko patted her face. She stood up and looked over her shoulder at Mana. “Sorry, Ms. Kirishima. I have to ask you to postpone your games for today.”

“That's not fair!” Mana turned to Yui with barely controlled anger. “The little bitch still needs to be punished!”

“Not tonight,” Yui said. “She's agreed to help Ritsuko.”

“But—” the end of the protest never left Mana's lips. Such was the threatening glare that Ritsuko shot her way that she was instantly silenced.

Realizing this argument was over, the short-haired redhead picked up the dildo from the floor and threw it into her bag, then, as she put her panties and uniform jumper back on, cast a nasty look at Asuka. “You better be ready, slut. After this, I will fuck your shithole for good. You won’t be able to sit for a month.”

As Mana stormed out of the bathroom in a huff, Ritsuko arched her left eyebrow. “She is pretty hot-tempered, isn’t she?”

“But she keeps Shinji happy,” Yui said. She turned to Asuka. “Lets go. I promised I’d take Shinji to his cello lessons. Where are your clothes?”

“Mana took them,”Asuka replied, a new wave of embarrassment visible on her cheeks. “I .. I think she dumped them in the garbage.

Now it was Yui's turn to be annoyed. She sighed, dipping her head and pinching the bridge of the nose between her fingers. “I find it utterly astounding how you manage to get yourself into these sort of situation. Well, missy, I wont take you in my car like this. Just look at you. You are going to make an even bigger mess than last time. I spent a lot of money having the interior cleaned, and it still smells like pussy juice.”

“I see.” Ritsuko paused to consider. “I suppose she can stay in the infirmary tonight. There are enough beds.”

“That would be great,” Yui said, then looked at her watch. “Listen, I have to go, Ritsuko. She can be quite a handful. Can you take care of her by yourself? ”

Ritsuko assured her that she could.

The arrangements made, Yui walked out, off to spend the evening with her son while Asuka stayed behind, naked and tortured and miserable. Neither woman bothered asking for her opinion. She knew it was because she didn't have one as far as they were concerned, and this made her feel even lower than usual.

As Ritsuko started fumbling with the knots that held her left ankle to the broomstick, Asuka found herself looking up under the fake blonde’s miniskirt and noticed for the first time how strong her perfume was. She also noticed the garter belts holding up the stockings, and the black lace panties that closely hugged a prominent pubic mound, hiding what appeared to be a full labia and the hint of a thick bush. The lace itself was intricate and elegant, not the sort of thing Asuka was used to; she certainly didn't own anything like that.

The skin around the lace was white and creamy, showing just a slight shade of pink around the seams of the crotch area, but Asuka's attention fixed on the pubic mound, watching it shift and press against the lace with each movement. She lifted her head, trying to follow the lace-covered mons in blank fascination, bringing her face even closer to it. And the smell … God, it was so arousing.

“Do you like what you see?” Ritsuko's voice rang out. “Are you a lesbian?”

Asuka caught herself, becoming aware that she was intently staring at a grown woman's crotch, practically bewitched by it. She shook her head. “No. I'm not like—”

The rope binding her left ankle loosened, allowing Asuka to move her leg and arm off the end of the broomstick. Ritsuko moved to her right side, undoing the ropes and removing the broom. Asuka pulled herself into a sitting position, facing backwards on the toilet seat. She was momentarily lightheaded as the blood rushed from her head and barely noticed when Ritsuko took her wrist and released the last of the knots.

“I'm … I'm not like that,” the woozy redhead finished, absently rubbing her wrists. And she still believed it, even though she was constantly eating other girls' pussies and licking their assholes—she did those nasty things because they made her, not because she liked it.

Ritsuko had to help her get to her feet, slipping her cold hands under her armpits to lift her up, but Asuka manged to wobble out of the stall on her own. Ritsuko followed closely.

“I'm sure you know the way to the infirmary,” the blonde said. “Get going.”

Standing there completely naked, Asuka looked at her in disbelieve. “I can't go anywhere like this. What if someone sees?”

Ritsuko shrugged. “It's late. Everyone's gone home. Besides, you don't have much of a choice. Maybe next time you shouldn't let Kirishima take your things.”

“At least let me borrow your coat.”

“No.”

“But—” Asuka yelped as Ritsuko's hand slapped her bottom. She stumbled forward, wincing and reaching back to rub her poor buttocks.

“Off with you!” the blonde woman loudly ordered.

But Asuka refused to budge. She turned and glared defiantly at Ritsuko, balling up her hands like a stubborn child, bolstered by the pain in her rear. “I'm not going anywhere without some clothes!”

That was a mistake. Without saying a word, Ritsuko's arm shot out and slapped Asuka hard across the face. The stricken redhead staggered backwards, her cheek stinging from the blow and tripping over her own feet. But before she could fall on her ass, Ritsuko grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forcefully towards the bathroom door.

Asuka uttered a sharp cry as Ritsuko tossed her out on the hallway, desperately clutching an arm across her bare chest and shoving a hand over her exposed pussy. She spun on her heels, nearly losing her balance in the process, and bolted back towards the bathroom door.

Ritsuko stood in her way, firm like a mountain, hands in her pockets.

“You crazy bitch!” Asuka cried out in a panicked voice. “Let me in before someone comes!”

“The only place you are going is the infirmary,” Ritsuko replied coolly. “I suggest you hurry. The longer you stand here, the more likely it is someone will come by.”

Asuka looked frantically around. It was late, but that didn't mean the school was empty. The janitorial staff must still be around, and some teachers sometimes stayed well after school hours to finish their work. Maybe even some students.

Clutching herself even more tightly, the naked redhead again tried to push pass Ritsuko, only to be harshly grabbed by the hair and dragged down the hallway, kicking and screaming.

“Please, NO!” Asuka yelled, stumbling awkwardly over her own feet, her head forced down as she was pulled along by her long orange tresses. “Let me go! Someone will see!”

“Be quiet, stupid girl,” Ritsuko hissed. “The whole school will hear you.”

Asuka was startled to realize she was right. Thankfully the lump that formed in her throat as good as a gag. Every step reminded her of her total nudity—the cool air teasing her exposed skin, the smooth floor under her feet. And she was even more aware of her ass hanging out in plain view like a pair of tight little melons just begging to be grabbed. Anyone looking hard enough would have been able to see that she had been spanked.

The infirmary was on the other side of the building, which meant that Asuka had to cross most of the school in the buff. Her whole body grew tense as she passed classroom after classroom, her frightened mind producing irrational fears of someone popping out at any moment. She began imagining the other students looking at her, as those in the mall had when Mana and Yui had marched her around dressed like the world's biggest slut. It was the same feeling of exposure, the sense that there was no part of her own body she could hide from the lustful eyes of other.

Every step was a reminder of her nakedness, but every step also made her hand, tucked away protectively between her legs, bump against her pussy. Every step made the arm across her chest rub over her breasts. The sensation felt as overwhelming as the shame. It was insistent and delicious, and suddenly Asuka couldn't get enough. Her hand was no longer bumping her pussy, but pressing against it. And it was very wet.

Asuka was so ashamed of herself for feeling this way, but there was a void within her, a hollow in her flesh that was raw and aching and could only be filled by orgasm. Despite the shame, or maybe because of it, her pussy continued to leak, covering her fingers in slick, musty juices and running down her thighs. Any hope that Ritsuko might not have noticed her arousal instantly vanished when she saw the woman look back and smirk.

By the time they reached the infirmary, Asuka was leaving a nice trail of wet droplets behind her. Ritsuko opened the door and shoved Asuka inside. The infirmary was not very big, but it was far from crowded. Most of the space was taken up by several small beds separated by thin curtain to give the patients some measure of privacy. The area just inside the door doubled as a medical office, complete with a desk for the nurse on duty, shelves full of medical supplies, and a second door that Asuka guessed led to a storage closet.

While Asuka stood there, still awkwardly holding an arm across her chest and a hand over her pussy, Ritsuko pulled back the curtain around one of the beds. “You will sleep here. ”

Asuka glared angrily at her, looking like she wanted to yell. Ritsuko proceeded to remove the pillow, sheets and blankets from the bed, exposing what looked like a thin plastic mattress.

“What are you doing?” Asuka growled, her voice sharp with outrage. “Didn’t you just say I was going to sleep here?”

“You are,” Ritsuko said, folding the sheets and blankets. “I don’t want you to soil my sheets. Considering how wet your cunt is right now, this is a sensible precaution.”

“But I don’t have any clothes!”

“I noticed that,” Ritsuko said slyly. “Your nudity is not my concern at the moment. I am providing you with a bed and a place to sleep. Be grateful I don't leave you out on the hall. Or you could go home—as you are, of course.”

Here was immensely better than the hall, Asuka decided, and she had seen enough of this woman to suspect that she would live up to the threat. Going home was out of the question in her present state.

“Make sure you get a full night's rest,” the fake blonde said, putting her hands on Asuka's shoulders and making her sit on the edge of the bed. “Good night.”

Ritsuko closed the curtain behind her, separating the bed from the rest of the room. It wasn't much but it did offer some privacy. A moment later the lights turned off, plunging the room into a silent darkness. Asuka heard the door shut and the key turn in the lock, leaving her little more than a prisoner in the school infirmary. A naked, horny teenaged prisoner.

Well, at least she was alone.

Asuka relaxed, slumping forwards as her body released the pent-up tension and apprehension the last few minutes had caused her. The cool plastic of the mattress stung her heated buttocks in a very pleasant way; the pressure of her weight on her flustered pussy made the itching that had flared up there even worse. Her toes curled and she bit her lip to contain the new sexual shudder coursing through her.

It occurred to her that she should be fighting this perverted urge, but she seldom listened to that part of herself anymore.

Bringing her hands up to her breasts, Asuka felt how hard her nipples had become. She bit her lower lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape her upon this slight touch. She gently pinched and rolled the hard buds between her fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure between her legs, which parted instinctively, revealing an already very wet pussy.

Her fingers gathered the small droplets pf perspiration on the velvet skin surrounding the pink aureola and rubbed the wetness onto her nipples with her fingertips, somewhat enjoying the slick perverse feeling. She then sank her all her fingers into the soft flesh of both breasts, squeezing and kneading them hard, enjoying the hard nipples rub and poke against her palms.

She closed her eyes, and, almost without realizing it, her aroused mind began replaying the exhibitionist walk across the school. She was once again paraded buck naked down the halls, but this time the school was full of students and each and every one of them was staring at her in complete shock.

A small smile tugged the corners of Asuka‘s mouth as she imagined swaying her hips seductively and juggling her breasts, enjoying the shocked gasps she received from the boys. Upon reaching the end of the hall, she bent over and reached back to spread her buttocks apart, showing her small anus and the wet, soaking lips of her pink pussy.

She watched the students' stunned faces from between her legs, loving the wanton lust in their eyes. Hikari was standing there wide-eyed, hand over her mouth. Shinji too, completely frozen by the spectacle. Her classroom teacher Misato Katsuragi looked confused, like she didn't know what to do. Musashi was standing close with a very noticeable erection tenting his trousers. Even the dumb Touji and the nasty pervert Kensuke, and Keita with Rei – they all were there staring right at her open cunt.

Feeling their imaginary eyes on her skin made Asuka hotter and hornier. She moved her hand and fingers, caressing her incredibly sensitive nipples, taking quick breaths and trying not to moan. It felt so good. Her other hand descended down her body, lightly tracing her fingertips in small circles over her tummy, rubbing the droplets of sweat into her skin.

Asuka sat back and brought her legs up onto the bed in front of her, spreading them wide, knees bent and pointing outward, the warm, soft soles of her feet nearly touching. With her flustered pussy fully accessible, the naked teenager sent both hands between her legs. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, full of anticipation for the inevitable touch.

Asuka used her left hand to spread her pussy lips apart, exposing the inner wetness of her pink sheath. Holding herself open, she pushed the fingers of her right hand inside the hot, wet cavity. A moan escaped her lips. But it wasn't enough.

As her breathing turned to a labored panting, Asuka rubbed and stroked her thumb around the erected nub of her clit. Her other finger began moving in and out of her hot flesh, and soon she had pushed a second finger inside. An increasing amount of her slick cunt cream gushed onto her hand and the bed below her.

Thankfully there were no sheets no stain. But Asuka didn't even care that she was proving Ritsuko right—all that mattered now was giving herself the climax her body was aching for. She gritted her teeth against the torrent of deep pleasure. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her nostrils filling with her own musky scent as her hands began to forage in an increasingly desperate tempo.

By the time she inserted a third finger into the soaping wet canal of her pussy, the pressure became too much and she flopped down on her back. She was now staring at the dark ceiling, her vision blurred by tears of lust. She pulled her feet together and pushed her knees all the way out so her legs made a diamond, enjoying how erotically open and wide she was. As the fingers of her right hand frantically fucked her cunt, her mind added to the fantasy and she imagined herself being fucked doggy-style in the middle of the hallway by Musashi while the other students watched. She panted and drooled as his penis pounded into her with each powerful thrust.

It was shameful and degrading, but at the same time drove her absolutely mad with lust.

Before long, the naked redhead felt the familiar tightening and pulsing sensation grow deep within her cunt, gushing wetness from her opening in clear squirts. She vigorously rubbed directly on her clit.

Deeper, harder, stronger—her fingers continued to slide in and out, trying to penetrate those quivering cunt-lips and fill the throbbing void completely. Her body was running out of control; her eyes grew moist, cheeks crimson, heavy amounts of drool roping down her chin. She was like an animal, wildly rubbing and bouncing her bare ass against the smooth plastic surface of the mattress and thrusting up her pelvis to hump the air. Nothing mattered beyond the feeling of the upcoming orgasm.

Asuka writhed and gasped as uncontrolled passion and waves of pleasure took over her entire body. Planting her feet on the bed, she thrust her pelvis up high, arching her back and impaling herself furiously with her hand.

“Aaaaagh! Fuuuuuuuck!”

Asuka‘s moans turned to ecstatic shrieks, loud enough to rattle her eardrums and shock her into a semblance of sanity. But it wasn't enough to get her to stop. Her hand worked at a frantic pace, splattering her juices all over the mattress, bringing her closer and closer.

Despite the intense build-up, the earth-shaking orgasm was almost a surprise when it came. Her insides simply exploded in a torrent of warm and wetness as the wave of satisfaction broke over her naked, sweat-drenched body all at once. The air rushed out of her lungs in a noiseless scream, and every muscles in her body tensed violently, jamming her pelvis up like an arrow. Her tearful eyes shot wide like plates, mouth gaping.

Her pussy convulsed hard over and over and over, pushing out more and more juices around her hands. She just kept cumming. It was enough that, for a moment, Asuka thought she would really go insane.

When the powerful orgasm finally subsided, Asuka was completely exhausted. Her muscles relaxed and the naked girl dropped back on the soaked bed with a thud, a mass of sweaty, panting, trembling flesh. Her hand remained inside her twat, absently stroking the pink flesh of her pussy, which pulsated around the slowly massaging fingers as Asuka melted into an orgasmic delirium.

Eventually, the hand stopped moving. Large amounts of musky secretions continued squirting out of Asuka's moist interior, covering the bed under her bare ass in a thick, slimy coat.

After a few long minutes—or maybe hours—Asuka groaned as awareness slowly returned to her. She tiredly lifted her hand to her face and took a sniff, frowning at the strong pungent smell.

“Disgusting,” Asuka muttered, belatedly realizing that she had once again cum while thinking about being exposed and humiliated. In fact, it seemed that being humiliated made the orgasm even stronger.

Asuka rolled onto her side, now practically lying in a pool of her own freshly-expelled cunt juices. She tucked her hands under her head for support and curled up, desperately trying to ignore the heavy smell of her spent excitement, the throbbing soreness from her pussy, and the feeling of utter nakedness. Closing her eyes, she hoped she could fall asleep before any of those things made her horny again.

*

The first thing Asuka realized when she woke up early the next morning was that she was cold.

Letting out a sleepy groan, she reached for a blanked and found only the cold touch of the mattress beneath her skin. Then came the sensation of complete nakedness—of having every inch of her body exposed to the air. And while waking up naked early in the morning had become a habit lately, she usually had Musashi next to her and some blankets. Today there was nothing.

Asuka sat up, sleepily rubbing her knuckles over eyes. The hard plastic mattress felt sticky under her bottom, as did her thighs and the area between her legs. Looking around her, the nude redhead was confused for a moment. Then she remembered—the new school nurse had made her sleep naked in the infirmary.

A noise at the door made her jump. Her heart sank. What if someone came in and saw her like this? The thin curtains barely gave her any protection. It wouldn't take more than idle curiosity to—

“--wasn’t informed that she was here among the teachers? She is always a threat. I don’t care what the reasons are. Keeping her around at such a crucial stage is too risky.”

Asuka couldn’t understand the meaning of the conversation, but she recognized Ritsuko's voice. The new nurse sounded unhappy about something, or, more accurately, someone. Asuka heard her heels clicking as she entered the room.

“No, I still haven’t talked to her. But I know she will not buy the excuse that I came here just for a friendly reunion. And the last thing we need is her digging around. She is not a fool. I really dislike that about her.”

There was a pause, then Ritsuko spoke again.

“As planned. I will undergo the first test today so I can work with the primary data as soon as possible. Neural connectors appear to be working fine despite extended wear. Everything is going smoothly. My main concern right now is Katsu—”

The curtain splits aside, revealing the imposing blonde woman on the other side, wearing her long lab coat and holding a mobile phone to her right ear. Her gaze turned cold when she saw Asuka looking at her.

“I will call you later,” Ritsuko said into the phone, flipping it closed and tucking it away in a coat pocket before addressing Asuka. “I did not realize you were awake. Do you not know it is improper to eavesdrop on other people's conversation?”

“I wasn’t trying to!”

Ritsuko waved off her excuse and pulled out a clear plastic bag from another pocket. “I brought you some food.” She tossed the bag on the mattress next to Asuka, and the redhead could see what looked like a ham and cheese sandwich inside. “Here.”

Asuka frowned, but her stomach grumbled loudly. She was really hungry—and she should be, as she hasn‘t had anything but Mana‘s pussy juices in her stomach since lunchtime yesterday. She grabbed the sandwich, took it out of the bag and frantically devoured it.

“You really need to learn some manners,” Ritsuko said, shaking her head.

A strong flush of embarrassment washed over Asuka’s face, but she tried to look at the woman as indignantly as possible for a bare-assed teen. She finished her sandwich a little more slowly, though it was still hardly lady-like.

Meanwhile, Ritsuko pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and placed a stool in front of the bed. She sat on the stool and pointed a finger towards the edge of the mattress directly across from her. “Sit here. Lets have a look at you.”

Asuka shuffled to the indicated spot and dangled her long legs over the side. With each movement, the plastic mattress seemed to stick to her skin as if it were covered in glue, though she knew it was the dried-up remains of her cum. The bed was too high for her toes to reach the ground, and she felt like such a little girl.

“Open your mouth,” Ritsuko instructed, leaning forward.

Asuka obeyed with some hesitation and was surprised when Ritsuko slipped a latex-covered finger into her mouth

“Any dental work?” Ritsuko asked, running her finger back and forth along Asuka's gum line and peering inside her mouth like a doctor would.

Asuka shook her head as best she could.

“No cavities,” Ritsuko said. “Perfect teeth, as I would expect.”

Ritsuko pinched Asuka's tongue between her thumb and index, pulling it out and looking it over. Next she held up a small flashlight and shone it into the girl's mouth. “Say 'ah'.”

“Aaaaggh!”

“Throat seem healthy,” Ritsuko remarked, moving the flashlight around. “No scrapes or bruises. Surprising given what you put down there. Or do you not deepthroat?”

Asuka frowned, flushed with embarrassment. “Whathgh's dhgeephthoat?”

Ritsuko gave her a dubious look as she put the flashlight away and released her tongue. “Don't be coy with me. I know what you get around to. I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble otherwise. Tilt your head back.”

When Asuka did, Ritsuko began working her fingers down her slender neck, gently feeling her throat and tracing her collarbone. She moved lower …

Asuka jumped a little as Ritsuko cupped the small but firm mounds of her breasts, weighing them in her hands. She had always thought her breasts were too small—and what girl her age didn't—but they seemed to make up for it by being overtly sensitive. Already her nipples were starting to harden despite Ritsuko's cold touch.

Next, Ritsuko began working her fingers around Asuka's right breast, tracing the seam were the soft globe met her chest and digging her fingers tips into the flesh, as if looking for something. Asuka had been through breast exams before, during visits to the gynecologist, but it seemed like Ritsuko had decided to give her one.

Once she was done with the right breast, the blonde nurse moved on to the left, closely feeling and examining it. Her touch remained cold and professional throughout, like she was really conducting a proper medical procedure without any intention of molesting Asuka at all. It was completely weird.

“Good,” Ritsuko said, apparently pleased. She pointed to a spot on the floor. “Stand there. Facing away from me. Bend over and grab your ankles.”

Asuka hesitated, reluctant to take such an obscene pose when the infirmary's doors were unlocked and the curtains open. Anybody could walk in.

Almost casually, Ritsuko raised her hand and slapped Asuka soundly on her left cheek.

“What was that for?!” Asuka spat with barely controlled anger, glaring at Ritsuko while rubbing her stinging cheek.

“THAT was for being a disobedient child.” Ritsuko raised her hand again and slapped Asuka's other cheek, turning her angry face. “And THAT was for talking back.”

Asuka hissed sharply from the pain, two vivid red hand prints now decorating her cheeks. She still glared, gritting her teeth.

Ritsuko stood up. “It seems I have not made myself clear. When you are given an instruction, you are to obey immediately, without thinking, and absolutely without talking back. Understand? If I tell you to raise your butt, you will raise it up like flag. If I tell you to dance naked in the hall, you will go out and dance naked in the hall regardless of who is watching you. Anything I say, you will do. I will NOT tolerate disobedience.” She grabbed Asuka by the jaw and turned her face to look at her. “Are we clear, Miss Sohryu?”

Staring into Ritsuko's green eyes, Asuka felt her resistance crumble. They were like the eyes of a snake, cold and venomous. The grip on her jaw tightened.

“Are we clear, Sohryu?”

Asuka found herself nodding against her will, a cold vice clamped in her chest. What else could she do? She was just a naked teenager, trapped and helpless, and here was this powerful woman in total control.

Ritsuko smiled sharply. She released Asuka’s chin, softly brushing her jaw and cupping the slightly flushed cheeks she had slapped just a few moments ago. Asuka tensed, but the rubbery touch of the latex gloves and the light stroking on her stinging face was rather soothing.

“Now I will repeat myself for the last time,” Ritsuko said. “Stand up, turn around, and grab your ankles.”

Not wanting to be slapped again, Asuka obediently climbed off the bed and stood where Ritsuko indicated. The floor was surprisingly cold. She turned around, facing the open curtain meant to separate her from the rest of the room and bent over.

“Spread your legs as far as you can,” Ritsuko ordered.

As she shuffled her feet apart and spread her legs wide Asuka became even more acutely aware of her exposed vagina and asshole.

“It’s pretty chilly in the mornings, isn’t it?” Ritsuko said casually, moving the stool to sit between Asuka's legs. “You poor thing. Just be a good girl for me and everything will be fine.”

Asuka felt a gloved hand softly stroke naked rear, gently cupping each exposed cheek in turn. She tensed visibly, keeping her legs straight and her feet firmly planted on the cold floor. Then, suddenly, there was a gentle tug on her labia as Ritsuko used her firm, latex-covered fingers to pull her lips apart, revealing the pink tunnel inside.

“I can see from the stretch marks on your vaginal opening that you've had frequent sex so don't try to deny it,” Ritsuko said in a remote and emotionless voice. “Have you caught any diseases?”

An unpleasant knot tightened in Asuka’s stomach. She had never really worried about that, usually being much more concerned about pregnancy. And because she was always on birth-control pills, she never used any condoms. But as far she knew everyone she'd had sex with had been clean—and if they weren't she would have seen some signs by now.

Asuka shook her head and somehow kept her grasp on her ankles. “I don’t think so.”

Ritsuko instantly picked up the embarrassment in her voice. “Don’t be shy. This is one of the most common concerns with prostitutes. An increase in sexual activity always corresponds with an increased risk of sexually transmitted diseases.” She patted Asuka’s buttock, but for the redhead it felt like mock compassion. “How many sex partners have you had?”

“Three.”

“Three?” Ritsuko repeated in a tone of disbelief. “Are you sure you are not lying? You are very loose for a girl of your age.”

“I—” Asuka caught herself. She couldn’t believe that she was having to justify her lack of sexual partners after being constantly made to feel and treated like a wanton whore. “My usual fuck buddy likes doing it a lot.”

“Any girls?”

“Yes!” Asuka blurted out. “Three partners as well, and I usually lick their assholes and cunts! What else do you want to know?!”

These questions about her private life were really annoying her now. Asuka didn't like talking about this stuff with anyone, let alone a stranger. She received a few, not very gentle, pats on her bottom for her trouble.

“Careful, Sohryu. There is no need to get agitated. Keep your temper in check or I will do it for you.”

Asuka choose to ignore her and said nothing. But soon a gasp was forced out of her lips as the Ritsuko's finger tips brushed against the sparse red pubic hair right above the pink opening of her fleshy lotus. Her knees buckled a little.

“Relax," Ritsuko told her. “I am going to examine your vulva. I need to make sure that everything is pink and healthy.”

The gloved hand moved lower, the latex fingers sliding between the folds of Asuka‘s inner and outer lips, gently grasping the edges of the former and pulling them to one side then the other like a pair of meat curtains. A single finger glided from the opening of her vagina up to her clitoris.

Asuka stifled a small gasp when the finger drew a few small circles around the pulsating tip of her overly-sensitive bud.

"Now I am going to go into you, Sohryu. I want you to loosen up your muscles before I put the speculum in. It will be more comfortable that way."

Asuka felt a single finger palpitate the opening to her pussy, spreading the coolness of the touch around the edges before slipping further inwards making circular motions, loosening her muscles. It was delicious.

Her vulva opened to accept a second finger. The fingers spread apart a little and started to pump in and out of the tight channel. Asuka let out another strangled groan as her sticky juices began to seep out around the invading digits. But just as she was about to really begin enjoying it, the fingers were replaced by the cold touch of metal.

Looking up between her legs, Asuka saw that Ritsuko was holding a silver object about six inches long with two tapered prongs closed together into something resembling a funnel. One end of the device was narrow and blunt where the tips of the prongs came together, but the other was wide and flat, with a circular opening and two flaps on a hinge with a thumbscrew. The flaps acted like a handle, and turning the thumbscrew made the prongs open like a ducks bill.

Asuka went tense again—she knew from her gynecological exams what having a speculum inserted inside of her would be like and how open it would make her. The doctor carefully inserted the blunt end into her waiting slit and began turning the little thumbscrew that opened the prongs. The cold metal slowly started pushing against Asuka‘s moist inner walls, opening her vaginal canal until it resembled a fleshy pink tube.

Ignoring the girl's whimpers of discomfort, Ritsuko took the flashlight from her lab-coat and peered into the circular opening at the flat end of the speculum.

The tissues inside Asuka's vagina were a healthy shade of pink, and glistening with wetness. Her cervix was clearly visible as a little knot deep inside, almost appearing to float in the pool of clear, slimy vaginal secretions which had accumulated at the bottom of the pink sheath. Her g-spot was also visible a few inches inside the opening, framed by the metal prongs.

“Seems healthy,” Ritsuko noted. “But I have to be sure.“

Ritsuko reached back behind her and picked up a plastic tube containing a long cotton swab. She took out the swab and carefully inserted it into Asuka's pussy. As the cotton tip scraped her squishy inner walls and the mouth of her cervix, the naked girl couldn't help but groan and grunt. It took all her will power not to release her ankles.

When she was done, Ritsuko returned the swab to the tube, which Asuka noticed was labeled 'Sample 1', and again peered inside with the flashlight.

“The amount of secretions you are producing is certainly above the norm,” she said. “And your g-spot is rather engorged. No wonder you are so sensitive.”

Reaching in, the nurse rubbed her gloved finger across the shallow bulge that marked the location of the g-spot. It was noticeably harder than the flesh around it, and totally soaked in Asuka's clear juices. Ritsuko pushed on it a little.

“S-stop it!” Asuka cried out as the naughty touch sent a shudder through her body that was like a miniature earthquake radiating from the hottest and deepest center of her pleasure. She damn near had an orgasm on the spot. Her knees wobbled, hands clutching her ankles hard until her knuckles turned white.

Every nerve in Asuka's body was suddenly alive and screaming as Ritsuko stroked her g-spot. Electricity built in her loins and coursed through her. The muscles in her thighs, her calves and her stomach tensed in anticipation. Then, just as she was at the very brink, teetering over the abyss of pleasure, the nurse withdrew her fingers.

Ritsuko closed the prongs of the speculum, slowly and carefully so as not to pinch the tender flesh inside Asuka, and took it out, trailing thick strings of pungent pussy juice. Even with the speculum removed, the opening of the vagina was well dilated and gaped enough that the cervix was still visible.

"Good girl,” Ritsuko said, rubbing her hand soothingly over the pink pussy before her. “There. All better."

Asuka sighed. Then, without thinking, tried to straighten up.

Ritsuko abruptly placed a hand on the small of her back, forcing her to remain in the embarrassing position. “We are not done yet.”

Asuka looked at the nurse over her bare shoulder, her blue eyes moist and pleading.

“You can never be too careful,” Ritsuko explained. “Your body has a great responsibility. We have to check it thoroughly.” Gloved hands kneaded Asuka’s firm buttocks, squeezing and fondling them. “The muscles appear to be in very good shape. No sign of any sag. Now the inside … ”

“Inside of what?”

Ritsuko responded by spreading Asuka's buttocks apart, exposing the puckered dimple of her asshole. Holding her like this with a hand, she reached back for something. Asuka felt a cool and slippery substance being applied to her quivering asshole, and gasped as a fingertip began to make its way inside of her. She clenched her teeth and asshole, trying to with back the intrusion. Slowly but surely, the finger forced its way through the tight sphincter into the rectum, then withdrew. More of the thick lubricant was applied and the finger went in again, poking and prodding around the tight space.

Asuka squirmed desperately, all the while feeling a strong desire to use the bathroom; she didn't know how it could get any worse than this. Then the finger curled up to palpitate the soft lower membrane where the wall that separated the anal tract and the vagina was most thin.

“That's good,” Ritsuko said, quickly pulling out her digits from the musky, smelling hole with a loud pop. Next, she pried open the puckered and glistening anus to peek into the rectum with her flashlight.

Asuka gasped. “Please, I can't hold on much longer.”

Ritsuko looked down at Asuka's face, seeing the strain on the young teen's face. “We are almost done. I just need to take your temperature.”

The fake blonde fished out a little case from her lab coat pocket and removed a digital basal thermometer with a narrow tip about the size of a regular glass thermometer nearly an inch long. She then proceeded to squeeze a bit of lube on the tip of the thermometer and a little more directly on Asuka's asshole.

Again the bent-over teenager felt the older woman pull apart her ass cheeks, before carefully inserting the tip of the thermometer into her asshole. Asuka took a deep breath and tried to relax her sphincter muscles, which wasn't easy given the position. Like small wrinkled lips, the brown hole parted slightly, taking in the blunt tip and squeezing on it.

Asuka hissed at the strange feeling as the thermometer settled fully inside her anus. Ritsuko waited patiently until it beeped and then took it out to look at the temperature reading.

“99.8,” the nurse noted dully. “Within the normal range for a woman in a sexually aroused state.” She moved back, still looking into Asuka‘s pulsating rectum as she cleaned the thermometer with a cloth. “We are done. You can get up now.”

Asuka straightened, feeling utterly violated. She turned back to face Ritsuko but could not even manage to glare at her any more.

Ritsuko stood up, packed away her samples and stepped to the gap in the curtain, ignoring her.

“Wait!” Asuka rushed in front of her. “You can't leave me like this.” She gestured at her naked body, her voice growing increasingly panicked. “What if someone comes in? What I have to use the bathroom?”

“Lie still,” Ritsuko replied nonchalantly. “I doubt anyone will notice. As for you biological needs, there's a bedpan in a drawer under the bed.”

Asuka shuddered at the idea. She looked back to the bed, her heart sinking. “But can't you just give me a sheet?”

“You will start leaking the moment you get excited, and judging from yesterday it doesn’t take much to excite you,” Ritsuko said, frowning deeply. “And don't even think about taking the sheets from another bed. Then you will be in real trouble.”

“It’s not like I want my pussy to leak! It does it on it’s own, I swear!”

Ritsuko shook her head. “No means no. Keep pushing me and I will take the curtains down as well.”

The stern look in her green eyes told Asuka that she wasn’t kidding. She dropped her head in a sullen gesture of submission to this powerful, strong-willed and threatening woman. Ritsuko patted her left buttock as she walked around her and closed the curtain.

Dejected, Asuka climbed back on the bed and curled up tightly on her side, waiting in her curtain-lined prison cell, alone, naked and cold.

*

Asuka was lucky. Almost no one visited the infirmary and those that did usually left quickly. Ritsuko checked in on her from time to time during the day but she didn’t stay long nor bring any clothes. The hours dragged on, with Asuka having nothing more to do than lay on the bed and stare out at her surroundings, occasionally shifting her position for comfort and getting up to stretch. She even made use of the bedpan, squatting down to have a pee.

Some time in the afternoon, a boy came in complaining about a stomach ache. Ritsuko, who just happened to be in the infirmary at the time, ordered him to lie down for an hour and the boy took the bed next to Asuka's.

The redhead froze in sudden, terrified tension, afraid of even moving a finger. At any moment she expected the boy to shout in surprise upon noticing her firm, naked ass on the other side of the curtain. Beads of sweat broke out all over her nude body, and with each passing minute she found herself growing more and more apprehensive as she listened to the boy's deep breathing.

But she had a bigger problem.

Asuka noticed in horror that her pussy was becoming increasingly moist. Before long, small rivulets started running down her inner thigh, soiling the mattress beneath her. Hot fever filled her brains as her breathing quickened. With each intake of air she was sure she could smell her own arousal. She didn't understand. How could she become aroused at a time like this? What was wrong with her?

After about an hour the boy got up and left. Asuka was alone once again, now desperately horny. She squirmed on the bed. Her hand snaked down between legs, moaning as a finger pushed into the pink fold of her pussy. She closed her eyes.

The curtain flew open. With a yelp of surprise, Asuka sat up, removed her finger from her pussy and tried to cover herself.

“I knew it,” Ritsuko growled, her eyebrows angling into a deep frown. “You have been touching yourself again, haven't you?”

“I … I was just … ” Asuka stammered, fighting to suppress a blush. “I was just scratching.”

Unfortunately for her, Ritsuko noticed the wet spot under her butt. “The only thing I hate more than a spoiled, disobedient brat is a liar.” She stormed in and grabbed Asuka by the hair, harshly pulling her out of the bed.

Before Asuka could do much more than complain, Ritsuko had stood her up on the cold floor, slapping her feet apart with her own so she would spread her legs and yanking her head painfully back.

“Hands behind your head,” the blonde ordered with cold fury in her voice, and Asuka obeyed at once, to afraid of her to even thinking about defiance.

Ritsuko let her go. “Do not move. And do not speak—nod your head if understand and shake it if you don't.” She pinned the helpless girl with a glare. “Tell me the truth. Where you attempting to masturbate just now?”

Asuka silently nodded, dreading the total control Ritsuko had over her. She stood rigidly at attention, legs spread widely, hands clasped behind her head.

“I thought so,” the older woman said, noticing the thin string of juice dangling from Asuka's drooling pussy. “I should have spanked your bottom raw after you sprayed your juices everywhere last night. Perhaps you are one of those girls who behaves badly on purpose. After all, punishment is just another form of attention. Is that what you want? To be punished?”

Asuka frantically shook her head.

“Yui said you were very intelligent, but I've seen only stubbornness. You seem intent on disobeying, and I simply can't have that.” Ritsuko disappeared behind the curtain and returned a moment later carrying a white plastic bag. “I had Kirishima find you some clothes,” she explained, holding the bag right in front of redhead’s face.

Asuka's heart gave a little jump, but as she started towards the bag something told her to stop as she remembered Ritsuko's orders—do not move and do not speak. She looked hesitantly at Ritsuko and waited to be told what to do.

The fake blonde seemed pleased. “That's better. I see that at least you are smarter than the average slut. You will learn to do what you are told. When in my presence, you will not move, you will not think, you will not speak until told to do so. You will only obey. Understand?”

Asuka nodded eagerly.

“Open your mouth.”

Asuka opened her mouth wide, allowing Ritsuko to slip the handles of the plastic bag between her teeth.

“Hold it there,” Ritsuko said sternly. Asuka clenched her jaw and held the bag between her teeth. It was surprisingly light. “Good.”

Ritsuko moved behind Asuka and rubbed the palm of her hand on teen‘s right butt cheek, back and forth. Asuka knew what was coming. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, her teeth clenched on the plastic handles.

Smaaack!

The first blow landed dead center on Asuka's right buttock and it literally exploded through the infirmary and through the tender meat of her ass like a gunshot. She jumped involuntarily at the sharp pain, whimpering. The plastic bag bounced off her chest.

“Don’t let it fall!”

A matching blow swiftly landed on Asuka's other cheek, sending small droplets of sweat and cunt juices flying off her skin. She clenched her jaw, digging her teeth painfully into the handles.

Smaaack!

The next blow was so hard even Ritsuko‘s face twitched as she felt the sting on her own palm. Nevertheless, the fake blonde slapped the firm mounds again, this time extracting a moan that turned into a muffled squeal. Asuka shook her head, but more blows followed.

Loud smacks rang through the room as hand-shaped bites of flame spread all over Asuka's round bottom, the soft, reddening globes continuously flattened by the palm striking them. Differently from Mana, Ritsuko‘s experienced hand always hit the most painful spot, leaving the naked teen jerking and twisting, her sweaty breasts heaving wildly and knees buckling with each resounding blow.

With each painful blow, Asuka felt herself slipping further and further into a dark agonizing abyss. Her head jerked up, screams of agony muffed by the plastic bag handles she was holding in her mouth. Her hands clutched the hair at the base of her neck. Even the plastic bag which had seemed to be her salvation compounded her misery, bouncing off her bare tits with each deafening slap and threatening to escape.

Ritsuko then lowered her left hand between Asuka‘s spread legs and brought it sharply up. The slap landed smack on the swollen lips of the redhead‘s vulva, making a sticky, wet sound.

Asuka‘s pained groan echoed in the room. Her eyes were wide and clouded with tears.

Finally, Ritsuko moved around to stand in front of the naked redhead again, taking hold of her sweat-drenched jaw. She had to tell Asuka to look at her several times before she finally did.

“You did well, Sohryu. As I believe in punishing bad behavior, I also believe in occasionally rewarding good one. Remember that. I would have allowed you to dress, but after your little lie you will have to stand like this until I come to get you.” The grip on the redhead's jaw tightened. “This is light punishment, Sohryu. Trust me, if you misbehave further in any way you will not only be in class just as you are now, you will be very lucky if you can get away with just a very red and very sore bottom. Are we clear?”

Asuka urgently nodded her head in agreement, the plastic bag with clothes bumping slightly against her bare breasts. Her defiant glare was all but gone.

Ritsuko looked down on the naked teen the way a medical student looked down at homework. She tucked her hands in her pockets, turned and strolled out of the infirmary, leaving Asuka to stand there in the buff, her legs wide apart, hands behind her head, holding a plastic bag between her teeth in full view of anyone who might come in.

Asuka squeezed her eyes shut. She did not dare to move, to make any noise, to even breathe. On an almost primal level, even the fear of being discovered in her current condition was not enough to overcome her fear of Ritsuko Akagi.

Then, almost inevitably, her pussy started to drip.

*

“Class, I would like to introduce our model for this lecture,” Ritsuko said inside the classroom. “Sohryu, you can come in now.”

Asuka felt a chill of fear upon hearing her name and again thought that perhaps she should just run away. Waiting outside one of the more secluded top floor classrooms, she certainly had ample opportunity. But she knew it wasn't really an option.

Ritsuko cleared her throat. “I said—”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Asuka stepped through the doorway and braced for the burst of mockery that was sure to follow. What she got was stunned shock and maybe a little awe as they took her in. Asuka could not bring herself to look at them. Throwing back her head, she spun on her heels and rushed briskly to the front of the classroom, pretty bare feet padding lightly with each step.

Asuka had been so relieved when Ritsuko had finally allowed to wear … until she saw what she would be wearing.

The uniform Ritsuko had brought her was probably never meant to be used in an actual classroom. It was more like a cosplay outfit, consisting of a short, midriff-baring black blouse that exposed her flat stomach and willowy waist and a black pleated skirt that was so revealing as to be nearly useless. The hem of the skirt barely made it below the crest of her bottom, but at least it was long enough to cover the fact that she had no underwear on.

Her only accessory, aside from the usual pointy red hair clips, was a white necktie tucked under the blouse's flaring sailor-style collar and tied at the front of the blouse into a bow that almost reached her navel.

Though Asuka did her best to hide her discomfiture, it was truly an impossible task, a gush of hot air brushing against her bare pussy with each step. She came to a stop in front of Ritsuko, who stood besides the teacher's desk on a small raised stage at the head of the classroom. By then the students' stunned silence had become hushed whispering. Asuka gritted her teeth as Ritsuko grasped her shoulders and made her turn to face the class fully for the first time.

There were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the assembled group, but Asuka recognized the fat girl whose weight she had made fun of many times and some of the boys who had declared themselves to her only to be rejected. There was also the disgusting fatso who had tried to molest her when Musashi and Keita were selling peeps at her panties in a toilet stall. Mana was there too, sitting on the front row, her green eyes gleeful. Musashi, as always, sat at the back with Keita. Then Asuka spotted another familiar figure and her heart sank.

Kensuke Aida, a member of the so-called stooge trio and a close friend of Shinji's, was standing behind a digital camcorder set on a tripod to her right, a thin smile curved on his lips as he recorded her humiliation as if it were just another ordinary class lecture.

“Please introduce yourself,” Ritsuko said. “The way I told you. And hurry. We don't have all day.” She pointed at the far corner in the back of the room. “Unless you want to end up like your friend over there.”

Asuka followed the gesture.

There, facing the wall on her knees, was a completely naked Rei Ayanami. Her blue head was down in penitence, a large pointy cap placed on top with the word 'idiot' written on it. Her kneeling form well hidden behind the sitting students and rows of desks, she seemed so chastened and small. But for all that, it was the angry marks on the albino girl‘s skin that filled Asuka with fear.

Rei's beautiful, snow-white buttocks, thighs and lower back were colored a bright red and covered in angry welts and stripes and what looked like hand prints where she had been slapped. The marks looked fresh and painful, and in parts seemed to cut the skin. Obviously, Rei had been thoroughly abused.

“Did you think you were my only project?” Ritsuko said. “Rei and me are old friends. This is almost a family reunion for us.”

Asuka swallowed the huge lump in her throat, along with her pride. Determined not to be next, she straightened her back, keeping her arms rigidly at her sides, and took a bow for the class.

“My name is Asuka Langley Sohryu. Please take good care of me.”

The greeting made a few people giggle. Asuka tried to ignore them. She turned again to Ritsuko, her back now to the other students, and took another bow, painfully aware of the pleated hem of her skirt riding up.

Eyes clenched shut, cheeks burning with shame, Asuka uttered an ungrateful, “Thank you for using me, Doctor Akagi.”

If Ritsuko was displeased by the tone she decided not to show it. She took her time, allowing the students to have a good long look up Asuka's short skirt.

“Alright, lets get down to business. As most of you know, today we will have a special lesson on female anatomy. Some of you may have already formed certain preconceived notions of what this will entail, however let me assure you that Asuka is here to help with the lesson. It does not mean you will get to have sexual intercourse with her.” A disappointed buzz ran through the crowd, specially from the boys. “Still, I am sure we will be able to find a way to make things work.”

Ritsuko used a finger to tilt Asuka's pretty face up. “I also hope that our Asuka will be a good volunteer. Otherwise I'm afraid the punishment will be very severe. Are we clear?”

Asuka nodded silently.

“Good. As long as we understand each other we can be good friends.” Ritsuko looked Asuka up and down, from her pointed hair clips to her cute toes. “I really like the way you are dressed. Those clothes suit you very well. Now, I would like to test our audience before we start. What do you think?”

Her stern dark green eyes penetrated deep into Asuka, making the normally haughty teen feel small and vulnerable.

“Whatever you say, Doctor Akagi,” Asuka said dully, looking away.

“That's my girl.”

With that, Ritsuko pulled a a thin extendable metal pointer from her coat pocket. She placed the tip up against Asuka‘s right breast, just below the nipple.

“Class. As you should know from doing your reading, female breasts are made up of a collection of fatty tissues which develop through puberty. They can be different shapes and sizes, usually depending on body type. Now, Asuka is very slender. Can anyone tell me what the size of her breasts should be?”

One of the young males immediately put up his hand. “She's a C!“

Ritsuko shook her head. She took Asuka‘s right breast in her hand and squeezed it. “Certainly these they are firm and aren't likely to sag for a very long time. But you are really giving her too much credit.” She then turned to Asuka. “There seems to be some confusion. Give them a better view. Open your blouse.”

The last sentence was uttered with an authority that made Asuka flinch uncomfortably. Humiliation had become the norm for her these days, particularly the public kind. Her modesty was all but gone in private, and the experience in the mall had shattered her inhibitions about scanty clothes. The difference was that she wasn't alone with a select group of her tormentors, or in a public mall surrounded by strangers. This was a classroom in HER school, full of people who KNEW her.

A second look at Rei's naked, beaten form helped Asuka make up her mind. She didn't want to end up like that.

Swallowing her shame, Asuka fumbled with the buttons of her uniform and pulled open the blouse.

“Push your chest out,” Ritsuko told her as the class stared. “Show them.”

Asuka shook her head, already overwhelmed by embarrassment. Beginning to lose her patience, Ritsuko took hold of the blouse's shoulders and pulled it back along her arms, taking it off completely and leaving the teenager naked from the waist up, the white necktie nestled in between her small breasts.

Her face turning a deeper, hotter shade of red, Asuka fidgeted uncomfortably, struggling with the natural urge to cover herself even though it would probably only invite more punishment. Everyone was looking at her tits; she could feel their eyes molesting her. Her pussy squeezed reflexively, allowing a tiny strand of clear juice to leak out and dangle from her lips.

“They look like small B-cups to me.” Ritsuko reached out to each breast in turn, feeling its weight and fondling it just like she had done that morning. Asuka hissed as the blonde scrapped her long nails over the more sensitive skin of her nipples and tugged at each teat. “Yes. Certainly just a B-cup. But with good promise.”

“But won't they sag faster once they grow bigger?“ someone asked from the back of the class.

“Not necessarily,” Ritsuko patiently said. “It's the natural firmness that matters. Even a big bust won‘t sag that much if it's firm. Maybe we should test these breasts for their firmness. Asuka, jump on the spot.”

Asuka hesitated again. This proved to be a mistake, as instantly the thin metal pointer whistled through the air and landed on her right breast, leaving a dark red welt above her nipple.

“Jump I said!” Ritsuko raised the pointed again.

Asuka made a squeaky noise and hurriedly started to jump up and down on the balls of her feet. Her unrestrained breasts bounced slightly despite their small size, her flaring skirt dangerously close to showing it all.

It took a few minutes for the order to stop to be given. Asuka came to a halt, more flustered from embarrassment that the physical exertion. Being young and healthy, not to mention having constant sex, she was in excellent condition. Ritsuko moved to a position beside the blushing teen, whose skin was now shimmering lightly with perspiration, and prodded her with the pointer as she spoke.

"Note the relatively large size of the nipples and aureola, which are appropriate for a young female before the breasts have fully developed. I expect Asuka's breasts will be a nearly perfect conical shape in maturity. She's quite gifted in this respect.” She tapped Asuka's shoulder. “Hands above your head.“

The redhead obediently placed her hands atop her head. Her chest muscles grew taut, causing her breasts to rise as well. Ritsuko proceeded to excite the tender nubs with her fingertips, tweaking them roughly. After a while she moved on and began to slap the sides of each breast in turn, harder and harder. They were not large enough to jiggle and jump with each slap, but they were really quite pert, much to the delight of everyone watching.

Asuka bit her lip and stifled a cry as Ritsuko started to include the nipples in the slapping. It could be worse, she desperately told herself, looking down at the red welt the metal pointer had left on the otherwise creamy skin of her breast.

“See?” Ritsuko said. Reaching out, she cupped the breasts, lifting them, feeling their weight. “They do not bounce very much.”

Asuka tried to mentally distance herself from the embarrassment of having her tits fondled by a near stranger in front if the large group of students, but the manipulation of her body was having an effect—her pussy was getting hotter and leaking more.

“Now move your chest from side to side,” Ritsuko ordered.

Asuka looked at her and started to reply before she could think. “But you already—”

“Do it!“ The metal pointer lashed into the flesh of her other breast, this time right across the nipple. Asuka whimpered. “Shake your breasts, girl. Not too fast.”

The half-naked redhead began turning her chest from side to side, her tits swaying a little. Then she noticed Aida watching her attentively over the blond woman's shoulder, grinning stupidly as he pointed the camera lens pointed at her like a low-budget porn director.

Despite the shame, Asuka's arousal only increased. She shivered with pleasure at the thought of being filmed while Musashi took her right here and now, in front of everyone. The look on their faces would be something else, and she wanted to see it almost as much as she wanted Musashi to shove his cock inside her and make her cum. Maybe after this was over Musashi would take her back to that hotel and fuck her without mercy. Surely, having her paraded like this must have made him realize how lucky he was to have the most coveted girl in the room as his willing fuck-buddy.

That fantasy was shattered as soon as Asuka looked over at her lover, brooding darkly at the back of the classroom. He didn't even seem the least bit interested in her.

It made Asuka angry, and, as a result, want to fuck even more.

“That‘s enough.” Ritsuko clapped her hands. “Now we shall check a few other parts.”

The nurse grabbed Asuka by the necktie, still dangling between her breasts, and pulled her stumbling over the teacher's desk.

“W-what are you doing?” Asuka barely had time to brace her hands on the desk top to keep from being bent over before Ritsuko walked up behind her and flipped up the short pleated skirt over her back, exposing her completely.

Asuka screeched, eyes going wide. Her hands flew behind her, simultaneously trying to cover herself and pull her skirt down.

“No hands!” Ritsuko yelled angrily, taking the metal pointer and raising it well over her right shoulder. She wielded the thin metal pointer like a whip, bringing it down on Asuka's palms as she frantically tried to shield her bare bottom from her classmates. Whimpering, the redhead instinctively yanked her hands out of her way. Now there was nothing to protect her.

Ritsuko delivered a second brutal lash across the tender flesh of Asuka's bottom, leaving an angry red welt where it struck. Asuka cried even louder, her entire body raked by pain. She pitched forwards, landing right across the desk once again, flashing her bare, vulnerable bottom.

“No hands!”

A third lash made the teen's round buttocks jiggle on impact and extracted more painful and high-pitched cries. To the witnesses, the parts where the metal pointer sank into creamy flesh appeared like bright crimson-colored stripes, but to Asuka they felt blaze, like she was being beaten with a burning flame.

“Are we clear?” Ritsuko threateningly raised her pointer again. “Answer me, girl!”

Asuka was furiously nodding her head, tears running down her red cheeks, clutching the edge of the desk with all her strength. Two more strikes lashed her bottom, now covered in welting stripes.

“I'm clear!” Asuka yelled at the top of her lungs.

Mercifully, Ritsuko lowered the pointer.

“Pay attention class.” The nurse slowly worked her right hand up and down Asuka's abused buttocks, following its round curves and feeling the intense heat. “It's quite a sight, isn't it? As you can see, this particular part of the female anatomy can become very well-developed and curvy even from an early age. Asuka, in particular has nice, full, round cheeks, very firm and trim.” Her fingers sank into the fleshy globes and shook them.

Asuka whimpered as the pain nearly overwhelmed her. For a moment she felt as though she would start bawling uncontrollably like a baby. Her soft flesh just wasn't meant to receive such abuse.

“Oh, don't be shy,” Ritsuko cooed, casually fondling the same ass cheeks she had just viciously whipped. “Although her breasts still need to develop, Asuka‘s bottom would appear to be that of a woman rather than a small girl.”

“Her ass is better looking than her face!” a female voice shouted, and a burst of laughter erupted from the students.

“Now, now,” Ritsuko warned. “There's no need for that.”

Another voice said something that Asuka couldn't quite catch but made the class laugh again.

“Quiet, I said!“ Ritsuko slapped Asuka‘s bottom with such force that it sounded like a gunshot in the crowded classroom. Asuka's mouth and eyes flew open as she cried out in pain again, buckling against the desk. The whole class fell immediately silent.

Ritsuko softly patted the stinging spot on Asuka's rump that was quickly starting to show a red hand print over the thin red stripes. “Sorry about that one, dear.”

“P-please,” Asuka muttered, almost as ashamed of the way she sounded as she of the fact that her ass and pussy were on display.

Ritsuko ignored her and turned back to the class. Asuka felt the tip of the metallic pointer against her skin once more.

“Look closely. Although these cheeks are undoubtedly very attractive there is more here to look at. As you can see, the buttocks create a crease between the globes.” The metal pointer lashed the redhead‘s crack to get her attention. “Now, Asuka, I want you to spread your cheeks as far as you can.”

Whimpering from pain and shame but not daring to disobey, Asuka reached back with her trembling hands and reluctantly pulled on her stinging buttocks, parting her crack and exposing her puckered asshole to the hot air and the prying eyes of the students.

“Class,” Ritsuko continued, “this is called the anus. It's more commonly known as the asshole. Quite a vulgar term if you ask me.” The metal pointer circled around the small brown starfish as she spoke, then started tapping at the entrance. “It is the external opening of the rectum. Its closure is controlled by sphincter muscles. Feces are expelled through here.”

Asuka felt the cold metal push its way past the tight seal of her asshole and slowly slide inside her bowels.

“However,” Ritsuko continued. “The anus also has a sexual function. There is a relatively high concentration of nerve endings here, and it can be pleasantly stimulated during sex due to sharing a wall with the G-spot.” Asuka groaned as the pointed pushed in deeper, her anal track clenching tightly around the thin metal shaft. “It would seem Asuka is rather tight. Excuse me.”

Ritsuko went to her purse and searched for something, leaving the pointer sticking out of Asuka's rear entrance like a weird antenna. Still holding her cheeks lewdly open, Asuka bit her lips as she heard the students whispering something between themselves and giggling silently at the sight of her.

Finally, Ritsuko returned wearing a rubber glove on her right hand and slapped the redhead's bottom.

“Relax your asshole,” Ritsuko ordered as she pulled the pointer out. Her gloved hand wantonly caressed the inside of the teen‘s pale thighs and Asuka closed her eyes, stifling a moan—it felt so good to be touched like this. Ritsuko pressed a rubber-clad fingertip against the center of the warm asshole, which twitched slightly. The ring of muscle, a shade darker than the skin around it, was very tightly puckered and resisted the intrusion.

"Have you been penetrated here before?" Ritsuko inquired.

Asuka couldn't possibly admit to that—it was just too dirty. She started shaking her head.

“Liar!” came Mana's high-pitched voice. She sprang up from her chair. “She‘s been fucked in the ass and she loved it!”

Ritsuko glared at Asuka. “Lying again, Sohryu. Don't you ever learn? Perhaps I haven't inflicted enough pain on you.” The fake blonde leaned closer, and Asuka felt her breath blowing on her exposed asshole, her finger tracing a circle over the wrinkled skin there. “Should I punish you here next time? Stick a prod up your ass like an unruly horse?”

Asuka shook her head, her trembling hands losing her grip on her pale globes.

“Spread yourself!” Ritsuko barked. “Use both hands. I want those cheeks so wide I could park a car between them.”

And Asuka tried to do just that, clawing at her stinging, stripe-covered buttocks with her hands, fingers spread out with the tips only inches from her asshole, which was now stretched to an oval shape and gaping slightly.

"The anus has very good elasticity,” Ritsuko explained to the class. “I will demonstrate. Feel free to come closer.”

The sounds of chairs moving and feet shuffling indicated some of the students took Akagi‘s suggestion and came to crowd around the desk, but Asuka didn't dare look behind her. She laid her head on the table, the surface made wet by her tears, and squeezed her eyes shut.

Taking a small dispenser of lotion and placing the spout on the edge of the stretched anus, Ritsuko squirted a large amount of the transparent substance into the dimpled opening. The cold lotion made Asuka lurch forward in protest. This earned her a sharp slap on the rear and yet another stinging hand print.

“Still disobeying … ” Ritsuko ran the tip of her index finger around the twitching rim and jabbed it in. Asuka gasped as the digit penetrated her tight orifice, which clamped down in silent protest.

Undaunted, Ritsuko pushed her finger in against the restriction of her struggling sphincter, penetrating her slowly. Resistance was made more-or-less useless by the lubricating body lotion, and the finger slid inside Asuka's warm anal track to the knuckle. Twisting her finger, the nurse pressed firmly against the soft walls of the rectum, applying pressure at different points and causing Asuka to gasp and twitch with both the discomfort and strangely pleasant feeling.

Her sphincter tried instinctively to expel the foreign object inside her, squeezing the finger and pushing it out as it would a smelly brown log. The anus tightened and rippled, and Asuka strained from the effort. For a moment, the young girl tasted victory as the finger began to withdraw, but soon it was pushing back, opening her again as it corkscrewed, forcing more of the clear lubricant in her.

“Now two fingers.” Ritsuko pressed a second finger against the stretched asshole and slowly pushed inside. It felt weird as both digits turned and twisted going in together, not stopping until they were embedded to the knuckle.

Asuka now had two fingers stuck up her ass.

“Oooh …” she moaned as Ritsuko spread her fingers inside her, stretching the narrow anal tract to accommodate them.

"You are too tense,” Ritsuko said, wiggling her fingers and feeling around. “Relax your muscles or else it will hurt like your first time.”

Reluctantly, Asuka made a conscious effort to loosen her anal muscles and Ritsuko was able to insert a third finger. Even so, she was barely able to gain entry until she applied copious amounts of lubrication to all three fingers and the slightly open orifice. Ritsuko twisted and pressed, ignoring the gasps and whimpers that emanated from the opposite end of the girl until she had probed the rectum as far as she was able. Finally, she pulled her fingers from the glistening asshole with a loud plop and let it close.

“Aren‘t you going to shove your hand in?” Mana asked gleefully.

“No. It would be too much.“ Ritsuko shook her head and noticed a raised hand. “Yes?“

“Can we see her insides too?”

Ritsuko thoughtfully looked at the delicious bare bottom presented before her and the class. “Well it would certainly be educational. But the way she is now I doubt you will see much. I have an idea.”

The nurse opened one of the drawers in the teacher's desk and after some rummaging took out a metal object Asuka was already somewhat familiar with.

“This is a rectal speculum.” Ritsuko held the object up to the class. “It is used to perform anal examinations of a patient. The prongs allow for the anal track to be opened and lock into place at various widths. The bottom leaves the anus quite stretched. All in all, a very useful tool.”

Ritsuko returned to the side of desk where Asuka's pale, upturned bum was shamefully displayed. She grabbed the tube of lubrication and liberally applied the clear jelly on the prongs.

Asuka went tense again—she taken something like this up her ass.

Ritsuko stroked the pale ass cheeks. “Now, now Asuka. It will hurt worse if you fight it.”

Asuka felt the cold metal tip of the instrument being lined up on her asshole. Despite herself, she managed to relax as she felt the prongs twist against her puckered seal before it finally started to enter her. It did not hurt quite as much as it went in, but the feeling as unbelievable—like taking a huge dump in reverse. She moaned throatily as Ritsuko continued twisted the device until it was completely lodged inside her warm rectum.

The fake blonde squeezed the flaps at the base of the speculum. Asuka shuddered as the prong began to spread apart inside of her, stretching out the soft flexible walls of her rectum and opening her like a plumber opens a clogged drain. Her discomfort grew exponentially. Her muscles resisted, pushing and rippling on the cold, hard intruder, making her feel as though she needed to take a shit but couldn't. As the prongs opened they locked, ensuring that no amount of struggling from Asuka could close them. There was nothing she could do as her anal cavity was forced wider and wiper.

“N-no more!” the redhead cried, her anus utterly stretched, afraid that the new school nurse would tear her apart. It was terrible—she was so open she could feel the cool air of the classroom rushing inside of her smelly chute, teasing the already tormented nerves there.

“Keep your hands on your cheeks,” Ritsuko coldly ordered, delivering a loud slap on Asuka's butt when she noticed her grip weakening. “You are proving to be very troublesome.”

Asuka's anus strained from the stretching as the older woman locked the speculum open. The usually tiny pucker was now spread almost an inch wide, a gaping dark hole. Ritsuko slipped her finger in through the rim of the speculum and felt around inside, letting the young girl feel how open she was and watching as her anal tract expanded and contracted spasmodically.

Ritsuko pulled a small metal cylinder from her pocket and pressed a button on it. A beam of laser light escaped the very tip, creating a tiny red dot on Asuka's skin. Ritsuko used this light to point her way inside the stretched anus.

“Class, this is the external sphincter, and beyond that is the inner sphincter. The lower part is called the rectum. Usually it is about twelve centimeters long. It is dilated near its termination, forming the rectal ampulla.”

When the light stopped moving and lingered too long on one spot Asuka twitched at a new sensation.

“It’s getting hot!”

“This is just a laser light. It won‘t burn you.” Ritsuko waved the laser over the entrance of Asuka's most private orifice and carried on. “As you can see, the rectal walls are elastic, and as they expand due to the accumulation of waste matter, stretch receptors stimulate the desire to defecate. The inner and outer sphincters work together and by muscle action help eject the fecal matter through the anus.”

Ritsuko moved back, leaving the locked speculum in place, and gestured for the students to have a closer look. One by one they came to the redhead‘s upturned rump to inspect her stretched asshole. Then someone tugged painfully on her pussy lips. Asuka jerked and looked over her shoulder to find Mana standing there with a big grin on her face. Next to her stood the tall brunette with glasses, who also had a smile on her lips.

“How is it going Cunt-chan?” Mana said happily. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Just leave me alone.”

Mana pouted. “Don't be so moody. Mari and me just wanted to be friendly and say hello to you.” She nodded to the brunette. “Remember Mari? Seems like you made a new fan during our little trip to the mall.”

“And I'm glad I came.” Mari gently patted Asuka‘s left buttock. “You have such a nice ass, just like I remember.” The brunette disappeared from sight as she lowered her face to the opened anus. “You have a gorgeous asshole too.” She blew through the opening on the base of the speculum, sending a hot blast of air inside that made Asuka shudder. She followed this up by dropping in a big glob of saliva into the musky hole.

Asuka clenched her face, disgusted at the feeling of the warm spit slowly sliding deeper inside her anal tract. Then it was Mana's turn to lean in.

“Girls, stop playing around.” Ritsuko‘s stern voice prevented further abuse. “We still have a lesson going on here.”

Both Mana and Mari murmured an apology but it didn't seem like either one of them really meant it.

“Is there anyone who didn't have a good look?” Ritsuko asked loudly. There was no response – it seemed like everyone in the classroom already had a seen the redhead‘s privates.

Ritsuko released the speculum and pulled it out. The teen‘s asshole slowly contracted, but it took some time before it returned to its normal tightness.

“Now, Asuka, please push out as if you are trying to defecate.”

Asuka tried, but as her anus was still a little loose from the stretching all she managed was a tiny puckering motion around the rim. Ritsuko raised her arm high and brought it down with fierce power on her left buttock, producing such a loud sound that the students standing nearby involuntarily flinched. Asuka cried out in agony, jerking forward against the edge of the desk. As the fake blonde raised her hand again, she left behind a clear scarlet imprint on the pale cheek.

Tears welled up in Asuka‘s eyes. She focused on clenching her pelvic diaphragm to exert pressure on the digestive tract and push in the same manner as if she were taking a massive shit. After a few moments, the mouth of her tiny asshole bulged outwards, opening reflexively. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead from the effort. Then, suddenly, she let loose a loud fart.

The whole class burst out laughing, and Asuka felt like her cheeks—both sets—were on fire as she heard Mari say, “What a nasty pig!”

“Silence!“ Ritsuko shouted. Another sharp slap on the naked girl‘s upturned, stinging and brightly red-colored rump made the class shut up. “Thank you.” The nurse turned to Asuka, whose face was twisting in pain. “No farting in my class.”

“I won‘t fart. I promise … ” Asuka was shaking, but as her small pert breasts flattened against the hard surface of the teacher's desk, she realized her nipples were embarrassingly erect.

Ritsuko gently stroked Asuka‘s burning ass cheeks. “There, there. You wouldn't have such a hard time if you would just cooperate. Be a good girl and push it out again.”

With great effort, Asuka clenched her anus and pushed it out. Ritsuko tapped it with the pointer.

“Class, see how it protrudes outward and starts to open? This all comes from conscious contraction of the muscles in order to force excrement through the outer sphincter. This conscious muscle control is also what allows us to hold onto our bowels. One of the reasons why anal sex is not usually recommended is because too much of it can make the muscles of the sphincter loosen up and thus become unable to properly contain bowel movements. Any of you who might feel adventurous should keep that in mind.” Ritsuko patted the redhead‘s rump appreciatively. “Thank you for your assistance. You can relax it now.”

Asuka slumped against the desk, breathing hard, trying to bite back her tears.

Ritsuko turned to Mari and Mana, still standing nearby. “Since you two were so interested earlier, you won't mind helping me for this next lesson. Get her up and take off her skirt.”

The girls were only too eager to oblige.

“Don't be lazy, slut,” Mana grabbed Asuka's necktie and forced her to straighten up. Meanwhile, Mari eagerly pulled the short skirt down Asuka's long legs all the way to her ankles and made her step out of it. Asuka fidgeted but did not resist.

Now standing completely naked in front of the class, Asuka dropped her head and stared at the floor between her feet. She was blushing fiercely, her tear-streaked face a bright red, every inch of her slender young body exposed. Mana and Mari stood at her sides, sneering widely as the other students took her in. Asuka fought to suppress a sob and moved to cover her privates with her hands.

Before she could do anything, however, Ritsuko, who was busy connecting cords to yet another device behind the teacher's desk, turned her head around. “Sohryu, don't just stand there. Sit down on the desk. Place your feet up on the edge and spread spread your pussy.”

Moving mechanically, head hanging low, Asuka sat on the desk and pulled up her long legs. She sent a hand towards her visibly wet pussy and spread her soft folds apart using her thumb and index finger. In an instant, the pink tunnel of her womanhood was revealed in all its glory, glistening under the light and flooded to the brim by the love honey that even now had started to run down onto the desk's surface. Her pussy was like a pink butterfly pinned open on some display case.

Asuka had seen herself like this before—when masturbating in Yui's car. And, like then, she was growing more aroused by the minute. It was a disgusting, disturbing feeling, but there was no denying just how hot this was making her.

While Asuka's thoughts continued to spiral, Ritsuko turned to the class and showed them a strange device with a long flexible neck coming out of a small plastic bundle. The neck was articulated and ended on an slightly convex opening that looked like a small lens. There was a cable running down from the bundle, which a sort of circular nub. The cable connected the device to a video player attached to a projector pointed towards a white screen that had been lowered over the blackboard.

“This is called a snake or gooseneck video camera.” Ritsuko held up the device she was holding. “It allows you to see into many hard to reach areas. We will now use to continue or inspection of the female body. Now, Miss. Kirishima, take it and bring it close to Asuka‘s vagina.”

Mana made a face of disgust as she took the camera. “You want me to get close to that? She's going to leak all over me.”

Ritsuko passed her a pair of rubber gloves. After hurriedly putting them on, Mana brought the business end of the camera to Asuka's spread pussy. Ritsuko pressed something on her laptop and suddenly the image from the camera was transported to the blackboard behind them, grotesquely magnified to several hundred times the original size.

Everyone in the class could see the inner pinkness of Asuka‘s sheath, held open by her own trembling fingers—every crease and fold, every textured detail, every bead and droplet of girl juice leaking out—as if it were inches front of their faces, brought to them with the clarity and immediate impact that only modern video technology could provide. In a moment of unwanted lucidity, the redhead closed her eyes tightly shut and tried hard to pretend it was some other girl with her pussy up there.

At Ritsuko's instruction, Mari came around behind the desk and placed her hand on Asuka's shoulders, pushing her down until she was leaning back on her elbows, causing the teens pubic region to roll up and reveal even more. Ritsuko took the metal pointer and drew the students' attention to Asuka‘s tiny asshole.

“This is, as we well learned, the anus. Going up from here—“ Ritsuko traced the pointer across the small patch of skin between the brown hole and the swollen soaked lips of the labia, “is the vulva. Here we can see the labia majora.” The nurse moved her pointed around the outer perimeter of Asuka‘s pussy, then pressed it against the opening. “And this is the vaginal opening. Please remember that the vulva is the named of the external portion of the female genitalia, while the vaginal refers to the internal structures. On young girls like Asuka, the vaginal opening is tightly closed, and the inner lips are often thin. The opening itself is covered by a sheet of connective tissue known as the hymen. This means the girl is a virgin, or at least mostly inexperienced.”

There a was giggle from some of the female students. Ritsuko turned and made a deliberate show of noticing that Asuka's magnified pussy looked nothing like what she had just described. Instead of a virginal slit, her vaginal opening was rather loose, the edges of which were wrinkled from repeated stretching, and the lips were swollen and floppy. The hymen was very obviously missing.

Ritsuko cleared her throat. “Well, can't fault a girl for having fun.” She moved the pointer tip along Asuka's inner lips. “Between the labia majora we can see the pink folds labia minora, which extend from the clitoris obliquely downward, laterally, and backward on either side of the vulval vestibule, ending between the bottom of the vulval vestibule and the labia majora.”

“The vulva may vary widely in size from woman to woman. As Asuka gets looser due to frequent sex, her shape becomes less attractive and looks worn-out.” The tip of the pointer hooked the left side of Asuka's labia and pulled. There so much clear fluid coming out that it quickly started to drip from the tip. “The vagina itself is an elastic muscular canal that extends from the cervix to the vulva. Its elasticity allows it to stretch during sexual intercourse and during birth. As we can see, Asuka is aroused and as a result her vagina has expanded in both length and width. ”

Then the metal tip moved right next to the entrance of the redhead’s pink flower.

“These are the so called Bartholin’s glands. They are located below and on either side of the vaginal opening. Their function is to secrete lubrication for the vagina. It seems like Asuka's are working overtime at the moment. Here, on the anterior wall of the vagina, just above the vaginal opening, we can see Skene‘s glands. These glands are surrounded with very sensitive tissue, which includes part of the interior clitoris. Some believe they are the origin of female ejaculation.“

Coldly and professionally, the nurse continued to explain each anatomical feature in turn. She prodded the opening of the urethra so hard that Asuka gasped and tried to lift her bare hips higher but with no success. Then Ritsuko gently stroked the clitoral hood with the tip of her now very wet pointer until the clitoris itself was reluctantly engorged and peeped into view. Explaining how the hood was the female equivalent of the male foreskin, Ritsuko continued with the gentle massage, pointing out the general wetness that was now making the exposed area glisten.

“ … expands during sex, but the cervix retracts. This is because the walls of the vagina are composed of soft elastic folds which stretch or contract to the size of the inserted penis or other object. As Asuka is clearly demonstrating to us right now, the walls of the vagina self-lubricate in order to reduce the friction during sex. Now lets looks inside. Miss Kirishima, put the camera in through the vaginal opening.”

For a few moments it seemed like nothing was happening, then Asuka finally felt blunt end of the camera push between the folds of her pink petals. Asuka hissed, her back tightening at the delicious feeling of penetration. Only when Mari put both hands on her bare shoulders and held her down did she realize she had started to sit up.

“Miss Makinami, please hold her legs up,” Ritsuko instructed. “We will need better access.”

Opening her eyes, Asuka the busty brunette standing over her head and from this angle caught a glimpse under her pleated skirt. She noticed that the narrow gusset of Mari's white panties was pushed to the side, exposing her wet, hairy pussy. A large amount of love juice was leaking out, running down her inner thighs.

Mari reached over and grabbed Asuka's legs, lifting them high in the air and spreading them to form a perverted V. Then she pulled them forward, still keeping them spread wide. Asuka was now lying flat on her back on top of the desk, ankles on the same level as her ears, the soles of her bare feet turned up to the classroom ceiling, her hand still holding her pussy open, looking up at Mari's dripping cunt.

Mari bowed out her legs a little, lowering her pussy to Asuka's face. The redhead caught a whiff of the musky smell coming from her crotch. “Do you like my cunt, piglet?”

The brunette girl lowered herself until her short tartan skirt covered Asuka’s face completely and the wet touch from her fleshly lips pressed against her forehead. “I bet you can‘t wait to lap all my juices up and swirl that slutty tongue in my asshole,” she giggled, rocking herself back and forth.

“Miss Makinami!” Even from under the skirt, Asuka could hear the warning in Ritsuko‘s voice. “If you are only going to play around then you are welcome to leave the class and go home.”

In an instant, the girl stopped rocking and stood straight, releasing Asuka from the veil of her skirt.

“Sorry, ma'am.” The brunette flashed her best fake smile. “I just got a little exited.”

“Don't let it happen again.” Ritsuko gave back a small smile of her own, but her eyes remained as cold as ever.“Miss Kirishima, please proceed with your task.”

Without any hesitation, Mana continued pushing the end of the camera inside the spread pussy before her. Asuka’s muscles tightened as she felt the camera slither into her moist depths, but Mari tightened her grasp on her ankles, preventing her from moving too much. It wasn't unpleasant—there was more than enough lubrication to guarantee a pain-free passage—just weird. But on the big screen behind the desk there was only black.

“Miss Kirishima, please push the button at the bottom.”

Mana did, and instantly the black screen came alive as the camera shone a small light inside the dark and well-used cavity that was Asuka's cunt. Everyone could now see a glistening pink tunnel stretching out in front of the camera lens. The squishy, ribbed walls contracted rhythmically as the muscles tensed to fight back the intrusion whenever Mana pushed the snake-like camera further in.

Ritsuko jabbed her pointer at the image. “Class, this is the vaginal canal. As I said before, some people mistake the vulva with the vagina, but the truth is that the actual vagina is this tunnel behind the entrance, not the entrance itself. Please take note that when the vagina is fully relaxed with nothing in it, the walls close against each other and aren't very 'open'. Even after penetration, they contract back normally. Over time, however, the vagina can become considerably loose, as you can see. Repeated use also accelerates this.”

“No wonder!” Mana chipped in. “She fucks like a bunny on steroids!”

“Her being loose does help us, though,” the school nurse continued, ignoring Mana. “This way we can see the cervix better.” She pointed to the bottom end of Asuka‘s tunnel, where a small ring of flesh outlined a flattened, slightly elongated dimple. It looked somewhat like a closed mouth. “Can you see it? The cervix is the neck of the uterus. It is the lower, narrow portion of the uterus where it joins the vagina and protrudes through the upper anterior vaginal wall.”

Some of the students leaned in for a better view.

“After a menstrual period ends, the external os is blocked by mucus that is thick and acidic. This infertile mucus serves to block spermatozoa from entering the uterus, making it a safe period to have sex. For several days around the time of ovulation, a fertile mucus is produced which is less acidic and actually helps to guide spermatozoa through the cervix. I have been told Asuka is on the pill to prevent pregnancy. This is a wise choice, of course. Otherwise it is likely she would have conceived numerous times already.”

“Ugh!” Asuka groaned, writhing on her bare back against the hard surface of the desk as Mana roughly hit yet another sensitive spot.

“Man, it looks ugly,” one of the boys said in disgust, watching the pink inner flesh contract on the big screen.

“These are the insides of the human body. They are not supposed to be pretty,” Rituko said coldly. “Normally the inner folds are lighter in color, however.” She then looked at Mana. “Miss Kirishima, could you turn the nub on the handle so the camera swivels around and points at the entrance?“

The young red-haired girl turned the nub on the camera's handle which Asuka had noticed upon first seeing the device. She jerked again once she felt the blunt end of the camera start to curl back on itself, pressing and scraping her sensitive her inner walls. Mari was ready for that and managed to keep the naked girl under control.

Slowly, the head of the camera curled until it was facing the entrance—a bright opening at the end of the pink tunnel. Asuka felt as if she had a hook lodged in her vagina. That didn't stop her from secreting more lubrication, turning the image from the camera into a foggy, blurry mess.

Nonetheless, Ritsuko was pleased. “Perfect. Now I would like to demonstrate the entering of the female vagina. Miss Kirishima, insert your fingers and start fingering Asuka.”

“I'm not putting my finger in there!” Mana bristled.

“I will!” Mari called eagerly.

Ritsuko approved and the two girls changed positions. Mana went to stand by Asuka's head and hold up her legs while Mari worked the camera sticking out of her pussy. The brunette did not even bother putting on any gloves before sliding her fingertips through Asuka's moist, sparse bush and down into her hot, slippery slit.

Asuka gasped, her back arching against the sudden bolt of pleasure.

“Gaawwd!”

Encouraged by Asuka's cry of clear pleasure, Mari rotated the finger slightly inside her cunt, watching her bare hips rise up and her vulva push against it. On the screen, camera showed the tip of the brunette's digit rub against the walls of the fleshy tunnel, stimulating the muscles near the opening.

"Oooooooh," Asuka moaned at the touch, and if not for Mana‘s hands she would have been thrashing hard on the desk.

Mari pumped her curled finger slowly in and out of the tightness and slick heat of Asuka‘s teen channel, pressing her thumb against the foreskin of the clitoris and feeling the sensitive nub swell and push against her touch. Cunt cream squished out around her finger and coated her hand. Asuka rolled her head, overwhelmed, her eyes looking up at her own feet high above, her delicate toes curling and and clawing the air. Then Mari pushed in a second finger and started to pump faster.

Asuka‘s already labored breathing accelerated towards a continuous growl, panting and moaning. All the while, the screen on the blackboard showed the insides of her soft pussy, rippling wildly as her cunt muscles squeezed hard on the camera and the invading fingers. It was obvious that the naked girl lying spread on the teacher's desk was approaching orgasm.

“That's enough, Miss Makinami,” Ritsuko called out just in time.

Asuka whimpered in frustration as Mari slid her fingers easily out of her soaking vagina, causing a thick gush of musky juices around the long neck of the camera. Her pelvis rolled upwards, desperate for Mari's fingers to continue, but with Mana holding her legs up she had no leverage to try much of anything.

Ignoring the needy redhead on the desk, Mari retrieved the end of the camera and pulled it out with a loud pop, dripping the clear mucus from the depths of Asuka's sex onto the floor. The labia lips remained spread and swollen for a while, twitching and quivering and crying for attention.

“Sorry, piglet,” Mari said. “Doctor's orders.”

Leaning over the naked girl, practically climbing on the table herself, Mari brought her face closer to Asuka's, almost close enough to kiss, and the redhead suddenly found herself in an even more awkward situation.

On one hand, she felt quite uncomfortable with Mari—there was too much about this large-breasted brunette that made her nerves stand on end and feel like she was being molested just by her looking. Not even Mana had that effect. But on the other hand, this whole ordeal, no matter how humiliating, had ignited an hot fire in her flushed loins that just wouldn't go away.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” Mari whispered, her eyes fixed on Asuka's. “A bit loose now, but still very pretty. Thank you for showing me.”

Having had her pussy explored and magnified on a huge screen in front of the class, Asuka retained no secrets. The large wrinkled hood of her clitoris protruded well clear of her body. Her heavy frond like petals flared out beyond the outline of her vulva, parted fully and exposing all the wrinkled intricacies of their construction. The opening of her vagina was open and pink, winking reflexively as it struggled to squirt out the juices that were being produced.

Mari pressed a hand firmly against the hot, wet pussy, causing the naked girl under her to gasp as she slowly kneaded it. Once her hand was soaked in the redhead‘s juices, she pulled back and brought her slick fingers in front of her face. Without comment, Mari gripped her jaw and forced Asuka to open her mouth, then, after running her slimy fingers over her teeth, slid two fingers in her mouth.

Perhaps it was her previous lesbian experiences, perhaps it was her fear of punishment, or perhaps it was simply the lust blazing inside her, but Asuka did not attempt to resist.

“Miss Makinami, I think I was pretty clear when I told you to stop playing with our model.”

Ritsuko's angry voice sent chills down Asuka’s spine. She could only hope she wasn't blamed this time. She didn't want another beating.

Mari flashed a bright smile at the woman. “I'm sorry. But from my position I could not see the blackboard well so I thought I should check some other points myself. You know, just to be sure.”

Mana snickered. “I never knew you were so studious.” She looked unhappily at Ritsuko. “Can I let go of her now?”

“Yes, Miss Kirishima. Thank you.” Ritsuko frowned at Mari. “And, Miss Makinami, this lesson is recorded. If you are really THAT interested then you can request a copy for your personal use. Until then, you will only do as you are told. Is that clear?”

Asuka felt a shudder of pain and fear at the words, expecting the lash of the pointed on her smooth skin at any moment.

“Yes ma'am,” Mari said as Mana let go of Asuka. The two girls returned to their desks, looking back at Asuka and giggling.

As Asuka lay there, staring at the ceiling, her legs splayed open, she wondered if she even wanted Mari to stop. Her pussy was desperate for someone's touch, and she yearned for an orgasm and she didn't much care how she got it. Slowly, without any thought on her part, her hand began working its way down between her legs. It didn't make it very far, however, as Ritsuko tossed a towel over her stomach.

"Dry yourself before we move on to the next lesson. I can't have you dripping all over the place."

Her face red, Asuka realized she had been a heartbeat away from masturbating in front of everyone like a wanton whore. Hating her life as much as she hated her tormentors, the naked teen wearily stood up from the desk. The round globes of her ass were practically stuck to the wooden surface from the amount of cum that had already started to dry up and act as glue. She took the towel and patted her pussy, thighs and butt crack, before wiping the large smelling puddle of the secretions from the the desk.

As she was ordered to lay down again, Asuka couldn't help giving Ritsuko an angry look. She obeyed, laying on her back and opening her legs.

“Next we are going to learn about feminine hygiene.” Ritsuko held up a small plastic pink wrapper. "Class, this is a tampon. And this is an applicator.” She showed them a white plastic cylinder. “I am going to show you, using our model vagina, how to insert the tampon in the applicator and then into the vagina. Pay attention.”

Ritsuko opened the pink wrapper and took out a plug-like bit of wadded up cotton that any teen girl would have recognized. It had a small white string hanging down, like a mouse's tail. Ritsuko then inserted the wad into the applicator, letting the string hang from the bottom. The applicator itself consisted of two cylinders acting together like a syringe. The smaller cylinder, which held the tampon, was pushed into the larger one, which had a wide, rounded tip and went deep inside the vagina. Ritsuko explained all this to the class, then, applicator in hand, turned to Asuka.

"Now, Asuka, please insert the tampon into your vagina.”

Ugh, Asuka thought, her face wrinkled in disgust. She took the applicator rather reluctantly and used her free hand to spread her pussy lips as lined up the plastic tube on her wet entrance. She had done this before, of course, but always in the privacy of her room or a bathroom or even a toilet stall in school—never in front of a classroom full of people.

Looking down at herself, she saw that her pussy was flushed a bright crimson and glistening from the heavy coat of juice covering it. She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes fixed on her pussy, and gently eased the applicator into her tight canal. Then she pushed one finger against the bottom of the cylinder, causing the tampon to slowly squeeze into her pussy. She gritted her, biting back a moan.

The cotton bullet filled her vagina, expanding in size as it soaked in the juices drenching the soft walls. Once she was satisfied that the tampon was firmly in place, Asuka pulled the applicator out, leaving the tampon lodged deep in her and the string dangling from between her swollen lips.

Ritsuko was pleased. “Excellent. You see how easy this can be, ladies and gentlemen?” she told the class. “The applicator makes it a no-brainer. And no, this is nothing like what sex feels like," she added, noticing the glazed-over look on Asuka's face.

But whether it wasn't supposed to feel like sex, for Asuka, who lay there with the tampon's string hanging out of her pussy stewing in her arousal, it was damn close. It wasn't the same as having a hard penis throbbing inside of her but it was still a foreign object, and her pussy, desperate for any stimulation it could get, clenched and rippled all around it. Her vision became cloudy as her hips started rocking, ever so gently humping the air.

The sensation of fullness, even one so slight as this, was utterly delightful.

Ritsuko was still talking. “Of course, most girls will not have to do this with everyone watching so it will feel more natural.” She tapped Asuka's thigh to get her attention. “Remove the tampon."

The redhead grabbed the string dangling between her pussy lips and pulled on it. The tampon withdrew slowly, both because her pussy refused to let go and because it was so fat and heavy from soaking up all her sex juices. Once out, Asuka offered the slimy tampon to Ritsuko, who made a face before taking it in her gloved hand.

"Notice how swollen the tampon became from Asuka's vaginal juices," Ritsuko said, holding up the string. Instead of the sleek bullet that had gone in, what came out was a fat and heavy marshmallow dripping a thick waterfall of clear fluid onto the floor. "Now imagine this filled with blood. It's a shame she's not on her period, but this works nicely, too. Essence of Asuka."

The class laughed again at the sight of the wet tampon, knowing what was soaking in the cotton.

Ritsuko tossed the tampon into the garbage bin. “Now I want you to form a line. Each of you will get a chance to practice—yes, even the boys. Who knows, maybe one day it will come in handy.”

As the class lined up in front of the teacher's desk, Ritsuko produced a box full of tampons, still in their pink wrappers, and plastic applicators. She went to the back of the class where Rei was kneeling and placed the box on the floor next to her.

“I hope you have learned your lesson,” Ritsuko said, looking down at the albino with her hands on her hips. She tapped the box with her foot. “Take these and see that everyone gets one of each. And be quit about it. Next time I won't be quite so lenient with you.”

Rei stood up with some trouble and took the box. Her knees were bruised and she wobbled unsteadily as she shuffled down the line of students handing out the tampons, silently enduring lewd comments and near-constant groping of her ass, pussy and breasts. Although she knew Rei wouldn't care for it, Asuka tried to keep from looking at her—to spare her just that little bit of added shame.

After the tampons were distributed, Ritsuko turned to Asuka and lightly slapped her wet pussy.

“Don't just lie there like a log. Hold your legs up and keep yourself widely open for your classmates.”

Trying not to think about it, Asuka raised her legs and grabbed them around the back of her knees to help keep them up, spreading herself to the lined-up students. With her long legs bent and feet dangling outwards, she looked like a frog lying on its back.

"It is good that Asuka is so aroused. The juices will simulate menstrual blood,” Ritsuko explained to the class. “Now who's first?”

One by one, the students came up, some putting on surgical gloves for sanitary reasons. They each proceeded to insert the tampon into the applicator and then the applicator into Asuka's spread, gushing pussy. Most of the boys had no idea how to insert the devise and needed some guidance from Ritsuko, which she gladly provided. Asuka lay there throughout, writhing in pleasure.

Every penetration of the hard, smooth applicator felt like a tiny penis defiling her inflamed body, and every time the swollen, juice-laden tampon was removed, her brain processed it as a penis thrusting back. Then the next applicator, then out again … it was like being fucked in agonizing slow motion.

But to Asuka‘s disappointment the only one whom she actually wanted to touch her down there seemed to be the most disinterested of the bunch. Musashi looked like he didn't even wanted to be there, inserting the tampon and quickly pulling it out without so much a saying something to tease her. On the other hand Mari was much less reserved and used the chance to play with her pussy a bit more. Kensuke also tried to act brave, but it was pretty obvious that it was the first real pussy he touched. The most disgusting was probably the fat guy, whose shaky and sweaty fingers kept jabbing clumsily around her twat before finally inserting the tampon. But he pushed it too deep and then had trouble pulling it out, tugging endlessly with his fat fingertips on the end of the string.

Soon the garbage bin next to the desk was filled with thirty-plus wet, used-up tampons. The unmistakable smell of female arousal grew strong in the room.

By the time the last student returned to their seat, the constant handling of her pussy and the teasing intrusion of objects inside of her had worked Asuka into a frustrated daze. She tried to fight it, not wanting to seem like a total whore in front of her classmates, but she knew it was a battle she had lost the moment she walked in the room.

Ritsuko noticed her state and, after telling her to put her legs down, made time for her to recover by talking about contraception and having sex during a girl's infertile period following menstruation. Asuka did her best to try to focus her mind, but she could not stop her pussy from gushing.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Ritsuko reached the end of her lecture. “Class, now you will be asked to draw the female genitalia. Please prepare blank sheets of paper and pencils. Asuka will be our model. I was going to use a slide, but I think a real girl will be much better.” She gestured to the redhead. “Asuka, come here.”

Asuka sat up slowly, still in a daze. Ritsuko grabbed her by the necktie and pulled her to her feet and led her like a dog on a leash off the raised stage area. Under Ritsuko‘s orders, Rei arranged three stools before the front row of student desks. Asuka was then made to sit on the middle stool and put her feet up on the two at either side, stretching her legs like she was doing a split in midair and offering a full view of her flustered pussy—not that it was something they hadn't all already seen. But for some stupid reason the fact that she was now also showing them the soles of her bare feet made Asuka just a little more embarrassed.

Ritsuko then ordered her to place her hands together atop her head, eliminating any chance that she might accidentally cover her lewdly displayed body. She was well and truly an object, and she felt like one.

"Now, class, concentrate on this area," Ritsuko said, tapping her pointer around Asuka's pussy. "I want a good detailed drawing. Notice the texture, the lips, the sparse hair. Get those areas right. You will be graded."

Asuka‘s pussy continued to water against her will, her body betraying her completely. She saw a couple of the girls in the front row start to whisper and giggle, pointing at her. Her lip began to tremble, and she could hardly imagine anything more humiliating than how she looked now.

The state of her cunt did not got unnoticed by the teacher.

"Young lady, you are enjoying this a little too much. Here, let me clean this area up a bit." Ritsuko grabbed the towel and dabbed at Asuka's pussy, then spread the labia and scooped out the moisture that had accumulated inside her entrance.

Asuka gasped at the touch of the towel on her pussy and inside of her most private area, then Ritsuko's finger touched her clit.

"N-no, not here..." Asuka gave a husky cry. Despite her humiliation, she knew an orgasm wasn't far away. Her pride—what was left of it, anyway—wanted to have this stopped. But at the same time her body screamed for more.

Ritsuko paid her no attention as she finished wiping her pussy down, took the wet towel and placed it on her desk.

Then she turned to the class. “If any of you wants to get a good whiff of aroused female scent you can come after class and use this towel. But don’t let me distract you anymore. Please, start your work.”

As the students set about trying to draw Asuka’s swollen and wet pussy as best they could, Ritsuko walked between the rows of desks, occupationally bending over and pointing some detail that someone had missed. Asuka was left to sit there, legs widely spread, feet up on chairs, hands on top of her head with nothing to cover any part of her save her pubic hair. Even the necktie, nestled between her small breasts, served only to enhance her sense to total exposure.

After a while, Ritsuko called an end to the drawing session and asked the class to turn their work in so that Asuka could see it. The nude, humiliated redhead cringed as she saw dozens of portrayals of her own private parts staring back at her. She had to admit that many were good and that the students were taking this surprisingly seriously.

“Class, title them 'Sohryu's Vagina' and hand them to me with your names on the back,” Ritsuko instructed. “These will be displayed at our upcoming art show.” When all of the drawing were passed to her, the fake blonde jabbed the pointer against Asuka‘s left breast, making her squirm. “Now draw her breasts. Asuka, sit up straight and stick those tits out. Hands behind your head. You may close your legs—though I suppose that must be hard for a girl like you."

Asuka bit back a reply as she pushed her legs together, then placed her hands behind her head and arched her back so that her breasts would stick out more prominently. Ritsuko stood up next to her and drew her necktie behind her bare back so that it would not get in a way of her teen bust.

As the students got to work, Ritsuko make sure to once again point out Asuka's larger than average nipples and the pertness of her little breasts. Asuka heard the scribbling of the pencils and saw the leering looks of the boys and some snickering from the girls.

Finally, just when Asuka thought she couldn't take any more, the drawings were finished.

"Class, please show Asuka your drawings of her breasts."

Again, Asuka felt overwhelming humiliation as dozens of sets of breasts were displayed to her. She knew right away that these would also be on the art show as well—whatever the hell that meant. The class wrote 'Sohryu's Breasts' on their drawings and handed them in.

Ritsuko moved to her desk, pulled out a medium sized mirror from the drawer and carried it, together with both stacks drawings, up to Asuka. “I would like to ask you to grade these for me,” she said. “Obviously, you know your body better than anyone else. Use this mirror to compare the differences and write down a grade.”

With tears of humiliation in her eyes, Asuka took the drawings and the mirror from the nurse's hands. Turning away from the class in a pointless gesture of modesty, the redhead held the mirror under her pussy with one hand and the drawings with the other. Her legs opened instinctively, bowing out at the knee with her feet pointed outward and giving her whole posture a rather lewd appearance.

The awkward position left her pussy quite open, and the leakage coming from her spread lips increased. Droplets of her intimate sap splashed down on the mirror, but Asuka knew there was simply no controlling her wanton cunt anymore.

Looking back and forth, Asuka compared the obscene reflection of her own soaking pussy to each of the drawing the class had made. Most of them were very detailed, capturing the outlines of her plump, gaping pussy lips and the pinkness peeking out from inside, and even the sparse wisps of hair growing on her and the extended area where her lips came to a point over her clitoris.

Ritsuko offered her a pencil and Asuka wrote a grade on each picture after carefully comparing it to the real thing, then, without meeting her eyes, returned the drawings. The fake blonde looked through every one and nodded her head.

“Good, although I wouldn't have given such good grades myself.” Ritsuko placed the paper sheets on her desk and turned to her students. “Well done, everyone. Now it is time for a quiz.”

A worried buzz started among the students.

“Don‘t worry, it isn't anything too difficult,” Ritsuko assured them. “I will ask questions about the female body and sex in general. There will be several rounds and the questions will get harder as we go along. You will be eliminated upon giving a wrong answer and will sit out the rest of the quiz. In the end we will have one winner, who will receive a prize that I will determine. And to encourage everyone to participate,” she looked at Asuka and Rei, “my assistants will reward whoever gets an answer right. By that, of course, I mean that they use their mouths to pleasure you.”

Asuka's head shot up and she hastily turned to face the nurse. “What?!”

Ritsuko nailed her with a threatening look. “I'd stay quiet if I were you, Miss Sohryu. The list of your punishments is already so long I will need a calculator to figure out how many spanks to give you.”

“I tried!” Asuka cried out, absently reaching back to rub her sore bottom. “I did everything you said!”

“Then I guess you will have to do better in the future,” Ritsuko said. “Of course, if you really don't want to participate then it can‘t be helped. It's clear to me that you don't care about anything except yourself. Therefore, as a disciplinary measure, I will ask Miss Kirishima to lock you in a chastity belt for the next month. Any form of sexual relief will be impossible for you, including masturbation.”

Asuka felt her stomach drop. “B-but ...”

As much as it shamed her to admit it, sex had become an indispensable part of her life—as in, she couldn't live without it. Even now, naked and more humiliated than when they paraded her around the mall dressed like a whore, and faced with the prospect of pleasuring others in public, she couldn't deny the heat in her wet cunt that signaled her arousal. She wouldn't last a few days without Musashi's cock mashing her burning twat, hammering her to oblivion. A month of total chastity would be unbearable.

Growing frightened and desperate, Asuka cast a pleading glance at Musashi, hoping against hope that he would intercede on her behalf. After all, a month of chastity for her meant no fucking for him. Was he just going to let them lock her away because she didn't want to be passed around like a bucket? Didn't she mean anything to him?

The tanned boy looked to the side and refused to meet her eyes, and Asuka had her answer. Bastard, she thought, grinding her teeth in anger. Then she came up with a plan.

Looking around the classroom, it was obvious most of males present were already pretty aroused and it probably wouldn't take much to make them cum. And Asuka knew how much Musashi enjoyed her blowjobs—he had trained her himself. Watching her do the same for a bunch of strangers was sure to make him jealous, perhaps enough to take her back. It made perfect sense.

Besides, it wasn't like blowjobs meant anything. She did that a lot, and—if she said so herself—was quite good.

“Okay,” Asuka said to Ritsuko. “I'll do it. I'll suck them off.”

“Good girl.” Ritsuko patted Asuka's soft, aching bottom, and the strangely soothing touch sent a tremor of pleasure right down to the teen's toes. “Get on all fours and wait until someone answers correctly. Then, when it happens, whichever one of you is closest will be pleasuring him or her orally. Rei, do you understand?”

“Yes, Doctor Akagi,” the albino girl said.

Asuka looked over at Rei and met her eyes for the first time. The red orbs were dull and hopeless, belonging to someone who had given up. Rei's face was equally sullen, her expression one of dejection. There were some bruises and a few stripes on her white skin, but nothing as bad as her brutalized bottom. Asuka was much more shocked to find the sparse bush of blue pubic hair between her legs had been shaved totally bald. Her now-hairless pussy looked much more innocent, younger and, if possible, tighter than ever before. It also looked a lot more exposed.

Without saying anything to each other, the naked girls got down on their hands and knees and crawled over to the student desks. It was no coincidence that Asuka picked the side furthest from Musashi, ensuring she would almost certainly not have to service him if he got a correct answer. Unfortunately, this meant she was closest to Mana, Mari and Kensuke, but she could deal with them in exchange for a little payback.

As the girls got into position, Ritsuko addressed the class. “Additionally, anyone who comes while being pleasured by my assistants will be disqualified immediately. So don't get too carried away. Any questions? No? In that case lets begin.”

Ritsuko asked the first question. Lots of hands shot up into the air. Asuka paid no attention; naked, on her hands and knees like an animal, she tried to ignore all the things that were wrong with what she had agreed to do and instead focused on her anger over the way Musashi had treated her. She was going to get her revenge at any cost. And she had to admit there were some fairly handsome boys in the class—quite handsome, actually.

Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad.

The first correct answer came from a boy on Rei's side and the albino girl crawled towards him. The boy started fumbling with the front of his pants, but as Rei got under his desk the view was blocked by her welt-covered buttocks. The boy leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his expression one of pure pleasure. Rei was soon making tell-tale slurping noises, her bottom wiggling from side to side.

After waiting for a few moments, Ritsuko asked another question. This time the correct answer came from a boy with short brown hair sitting just one place away from Asuka. Fighting back a new wave of self-disgust, the redhead crawled on all fours towards him. A broad smile appeared on the boy's lips as the he began unzipping the front of his pants in earnest.

As she crawled between the boy's legs and sat on her pink heels, Asuka got her first good look at his penis. She was disappointed. Even at full hardness, the shaft was very small and rather thin, almost as tiny as Shinji‘s little thing. Asuka doubted it was long enough for her to grasp with her whole hand. But she didn't really plan to anyway. Turning her eyes to the side to make sure Musashi was watching her, she lowered her head, opened her mouth wide and engulfed the erection whole.

The boy gasped and placed his hand on her head, looking down at her. “Do you love my cock, Sohryu? You seem really eager for it.”

Asuka glared up at him, though the effect was ruined by the fact that she had his penis completely stuffed in her mouth. What a loser, she thought. She'd had lollipops bigger than this. She probably wouldn't feel a thing if he were to put it inside of her.

Determined to make this as quickly as possible, Asuka began giving him head like a pro, sucking and licking as she bobbed her head up and down. It didn't take much effort, or very long—in less than a minute the boy tensed up and sent a few spurts of watery, sticky fluid shooting into Asuka's mouth. She was not particularly bothered and was about to swallow the rather pathetic load when she remembered what Ritsuko had said about the ones who came.

Asuka pulled herself away from the boy's crotch and turned towards Ritsuko.

“Hee cahm,” she slurred out, opening her mouth wide and pointing a finger at the small pool of sperm gathered under her tongue.

Ritsuko walked over to the kneeling redhead and had a look at the contents of her mouth. Then she looked at the boy, still sitting with his embarrassingly small penis peeking from his pants. “You are disqualified due to ejaculation!” She nodded to Asuka. “You can swallow it now.”

Asuka gulped the boy’s disappointing load while Ritsuko returned to the front of the class and resumed asking questions. Wiping a hand over her mouth, she was surprised by how easily the sperm went down. Not so long ago she would have been struggling and gagging on the tangy substance, but Musashi and Keita had been very keen in training her to swallow, and Mana and Yui had even made her suck a shoe salesman's dick in the mall and swallow his cum.

And that was just one of the times she remembered. Hardly a day went by when she didn't suck someone's cock. Once, after tying her up naked in a hogtie and leaving her wriggling helplessly on her stomach, Musashi had made her take his cock in her mouth and stay like that the whole day. He ate snacks, played video games and did his homework, all the while wearing her mouth like a condom. When Asuka was finally allowed to make him cum, the gallons of stuff he spurted into her mouth became her only meal of the day. Starved, she greedily devoured every last drop and begged for more.

The next question brought Asuka out of her reverie. It was quickly answered by a girl close to Rei. As the albino started crawling her way, Asuka noticed that the boy she had been sucking off before still had a raging hard-on and had not come.

Seems like Wonder Girl isn't such a wonder when it came to blowjobs, Asuka thought as Rei began servicing the girl.

A few minutes later Ritsuko asked another question. The boy who answered was closest to Asuka. Tall for a Japanese, he had a boyishly handsome face with light brown eyes that were partially hidden by long bangs of black hair. Asuka recognized him—he was two years her senior and one of her numerous admirers. But he at least had the balls to actually ask her out face to face instead of just sending her a stupid love letter. It didn't do him any good; she still rejected him without a second thought.

Understandably, the boy was very eager. As Asuka crawled to him on all fours, he quickly jumped off his chair, fumbled with his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, exposing his hard-on. “I… I couldn't believe it was you,” he muttered. “I thought it was some kind of joke. I mean, you were always so—”

"Shut up." Asuka glared up at him, reaching out and taking his erect penis in her hand. She didn't like to be reminded of her former self, and certainly not by some depraved pervert who had agreed to participate in her humiliation. “This doesn't mean anything. You are just a cock to me.” She gave his member a squeeze. “Understand?”

The boy quickly nodded, looking nervous. He closed his eyes in pleasure as her slender fingers eased up their grip and started sliding up and down, pulling the skin gently along the length of his shaft all the way to the head. Although he was pretty large and thick, he still couldn't match Musashi‘s for sheer size, but he was larger than Keita, and a freaking giant compared to the earlier boy‘s small thing.

"Ohhhh gosh,” he hissed, a trickled of pre-cum escaping his pee hole. His breathing became heavier, and his face was starting to flush. “That feels great."

Despite the circumstances, being praised made Asuka feel good. She couldn't help it; her bare bottom wiggled and her warm vulva grew wetter. Her cum-slimmed fingers expertly stroked under the ridge of the hot cock head, pulling back the flap of loose foreskin then grasping and squeezing gently up and down. She watched, mesmerized, as the foreskin rolled back and forth with the rhythm of her pumping hand, making it seem as though the purple head was winking at her.

"Ah! Asu—oh!” The boy suddenly tensed up. “You're so good. I'm gonna cum."

"No!" Asuka cried, grabbing his organ at the root and squeezing it as hard as she could.

He grunted as his rising load was harshly blocked. His cock jerked spasmodically, swelling and darkening as it strained for release. With a deflating gasp, he plopped back into his chair, still in Asuka's grip.

"You can't come yet!” Asuka insisted, watching him writhe in discomfort. Her actions surprised her as much as they did him. Wouldn't it have been better to let him come and be eliminated before she even had to suck him off? Why did she stop him? "You—you'll be ejected," she stammered, desperate for an excuse. “And, um, I haven't put it in my mouth yet.”

The shudder from her wanton pussy suggested the later was much closer to the truth than she wanted to admit. She couldn't afford to dwell on that now.

Being very careful to avoid accidental ejaculation, Asuka slowly released her tight grip. A small pulse of semen oozed out from the bulging cock head. Asuka quickly looked over to Ritsuko, but the nurse seemed to be more interested in Rei‘s tongue, swirling busily in some black-haired girl‘s cunt. Then her gaze met Musashi's. His face was dark and unhappy. He was clearly not enjoying himself.

Asuka smiled at him, taking pleasure in the glare of resentment he sent her way. Despite knowing that it made her look like an eager, cum-eating slut, the redhead swiped the leaking cum from the penis in front of her with a finger, then raised it to her parted lips and sucked it clean. It was a familiar taste, with a slightly salty tang that lingered in her mouth, but not as thick and pungent as what she was used to. She made sure Musashi saw how much she liked it.

Her plan was working. By the end of the day Musashi would want to fuck her so bad he might not even wait for them to be alone and just bang her out on the hallway.

Asuka pointed the erection in her hands towards her mouth and lowered her head, pressing her lips against the purple knob and giving the oozing piss hole a gentle kiss. She cupped his balls in her other hand and held him in place as her pink tongue lapped at the tiny slit, tasting more of the pre-cum. She kept her lips welded tightly over the head, then, sucking in a little to increase the pressure, started sliding her mouth down his length. Her tongue roamed freely, flicking up and down his hard member as it went into her mouth like a paintbrush, varying its path each time, coating the hot skin with her saliva.

As Asuka's red head began bobbing up and down, the handsome boy lifted his hips in response, eagerly thrusting his penis almost to the back of her throat. Drool escaped her stretched lips in thick clear strands, roping down her chin and dangling off, and all kinds of lewd slurping noises issued from her cock-filled mouth. The constant grunts and moans above her told her she was good—no, better than good. She was simply the best.

The horny redhead was just starting to get into it when someone tugged forcefully at the back of her necktie. The stiff pole sprang out of her mouth with a plop, jerking upwards then slapping her wetly in the face on the way down.

“Stop playing around,” Ritsuko said, pulling Asuka away by the necktie like a naughty dog being pulled from a leash. “Someone else is waiting for your services.”

Ritsuko pointed to a short boy with spiky hair, who flashed an annoyingly cocky grin, folded his hands behind his head and leaned back. Asuka scowled with suppressed anger. She crawled towards him and used her hands to open the front of his pants. She wasn't surprised by his smaller penis. It smelled of sweat, but had a nice shape, with the foreskin almost completely covering the dark head.

With only the slightest prickled of shame now, Asuka brought her mouth down on her third dick of the afternoon. The spiky-haired boy threw his head back with a moan, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her talented mouth as it descended the length of his member. He may act arrogant and confident, but he was just a pathetic amateur after all. Asuka was sure he had never experienced anything like this before.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on his tool. Her long, slender fingers nimbly pumped at the base of the shaft, shifting the loose skin forward and back, making the head bob up and down in her mouth like a lollipop. She began pumping him faster and faster, her expert mouth gliding across his full length, using her hands to steady him and play with his balls. He moaned loudly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Then, without even the courtesy of giving her a warning, he came in her mouth.

The redhead's eyes shot wide as the first unexpected jet of cum splashed against the back of her soft palate, but she managed not to cough or choke. This was followed by a second, then a third, fourth and fifth, filling her mouth to capacity with warm, thick semen. If not for Musashi's training, the strong pungent taste would have made Asuka sick to her stomach.

When the spurting jets finally dried up, Asuka pulled her head back, her flushed cheeks bulging noticeably as she held onto the huge load without swallowing, traces of white mucus escaping the corners of her lips. The boy slumped back, his face slack with pleasure.

Asuka kept her soft hands on his cock, slowly but firmly stroking him from base to tip. She glanced at Musashi just to make sure he was still watching.

“Looks like you are really good only when you want to,” came a smarmy comment from Mana.

Ritsuko walked up to Asuka, who had to tilt her head back to keep the semen from spilling out as she opened her mouth and stirred the deep pool of cum with her tongue like it was cake batter. Satisfied, Ritsuko gave her a nod. The redhead’s slender throat bulged as she swallowed repeatedly to clear her mouth, but the taste of cum lingered. Asuka was pretty sure her breath would reek of it for days.

Slurping sounds nearby indicated Rei was already busy serving yet another guy. Asuka noticed that while the albino knew what to do, she lacked passion and drive. This made Asuka strangely happy and proud. Even though it only meant she was a better cocksucker, she still loved being better than Rei.

Asuka's next target was really hairy. She didn’t like having his pubic hair brushing against her face and getting inside her mouth so tried to get him off as fast as she could. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she vigorously pumped her head up and down, sucking her cheeks in and loudly slurping on his meat stick like a blowjob-giving machine. She seemed furious and desperate at the same time, and most students ended up watching her instead of Rei, who was working at a lazy pace.

Nobody was surprised that the guy came rather quickly. Asuja swallowed and moved on.

The next guy had a pleasantly long penis, thick and with a cute vein running down his stalk. But he had been masturbating already, and as Asuka was just starting to tease him, swirling her tongue on the bulging head, he blasted his gooey load all over her pretty face. Asuka instantly pulled away, but some of the cum shot into her right eye. It stung.

Asuka hissed, pawing at her eye with the back of her hands. Then she saw who she would have to service next and felt her stomach tighten.

Mari rose out of her seat, arms folded in front of her. “Well, well, well. It's finally the piglet's turn to enjoy my taste.”

Asuka was growing to dislike the tall brunette almost as much as Mana, but she just gritted her teeth and dutifully crawled towards her.

“Good girl.” Mari reached down and stroked Asuka's head, then took a hold of her chin and forced her to look up. “I know what a greedy and nasty pig you are. Sadly there's no time to play with both of my holes.” She lifted her tartan skirt, again shoving her pussy in Asuka's face. “Tell me, which one do you want more: my juicy pussy or my smelly asshole?”

Mari was certainly not a virgin; her pussy lips were quite large and floppy, showing distinct signs of stretching. Her pubic hair was also pretty thick, much more so than Mana's, and Asuka caught a good whiff of her wet, aroused scent. “I don‘t—”

“I said chose, pig!” Mari harshly grabbed a handful of Asuka's hair and shook her head from side to side. “My pussy or my asshole!”

“Your pussy!” Asuka yelled, desperate to escape the pain. “I-I want to lick your pussy!”

Mari yanked Asuka's head forwards and shoved her face in her pussy. The redhead felt the wet labia slide up her chin, lips and nose and then down again, leaving a slimy trail of sexual excitement on her skin. Asuka stuck out her tongue, but before she could start eating her out Mari seemed to change her mind.

“Not so fast, piglet. Getting spoiled too much can do bad things to you.” Mari turned around, placing one foot on the chair and leaning forward. She lifted her skirt up again and pulled the back of her panties aside, presenting Asuka with the twin, firm globes of her ass. “I think you should start by licking my asshole,” she added, looking over her shoulder.

Asuka laughed in a short, almost hysterical way—she should have known this bitch wasn't about to make her life easy. She had done rimjobs before, of course, but that didn't make her any more eager, and never in front of a whole classroom.

Noticing what was going on, Ritsuko came over. But far from chastising Mari, the school nurse tapped the tip of her pointer on Asuka's still-sore bottom. The naked redhead had no choice. She shuffled forward on her knees and reluctantly buried her face into the crease between Mari's sweaty butt cheeks.

Despite the strong wave of revulsion, Asuka extended her tongue and proceeded to lick the area above Mari's asshole, taking care to gently scrub the brown wrinkles along the rim and gradually working towards the puckered dimple at the center. She pressed her tongue here, prodding the orifice with the tip. The muscle yielded and opened slightly, taking in a bit of saliva. Mari arched her back as she felt the redhead‘s wet muscle savoring her, a hiss escaping her lips.

Asuka closed her eyes as she started lapping at Mari's asshole in earnest, running her tongue up and down like a dog licking its bowl. It was utterly degrading.

“She knows her assholes, doesn't she?” Mari said to Mana, reaching behind herself and opening her cheeks for Asuka.

“Of course.” Mana gave her a wide grin. “I made sure she spent quite some time with mine. She was reluctant at first, but I couldn't just let such a talented tongue go to waste.”

“Mmmmhmm. And I am happy you didn't.” Mari purred, clenching her cool buttocks around Asuka‘s hot cheeks as the redhead wormed her tongue through the seal of her asshole.

Asuka felt the brown sphincter tightened reflexively, trying to expel her. Not to be deterred, she pressed her lips to the puckered rim like she was giving it a filthy kiss and stabbed the center with her tongue, forcing her way into the tiny hole. Once inside, her nimble, well-practiced tongue started wiggling around, rubbing the hot, soft walls with its tip. The taste was horrid.

“Don't just poke me!” Mari reached back and grabbed Asuka by the hair “Eat my asshole out!”

Driven by her growing disgust and desperation, Asuka proceeded to do just that. Her cheeks hollowed obscenely as she began to frantically suck on the wrinkled balloon knot-shaped hole, taking it completely into her mouth and uttering a chain of blubbery noises. With her lips firmly planted around the perimeter, she then alternated between sucking and using her tongue, rapidly thrusting it in and out, practically making out with Mari's asshole.

The tall brunette was clearly enjoying her efforts. The volume of her moans increased dramatically as she started bucking her butt against Asuka's face, riding her like a piece of furniture. Wanting to make her cum as soon as possible and, thus, eliminate her, Asuka picked up her pace. But just as she was really getting into it Ritsuko issued the command for her to move on.

Grumbling reluctantly, Mari let go of Asuka's hair and allowed her to move away from her crack. The redhead's face was now colored a bright crimson, shiny with sweat. A thin string of drool dangled between her mouth and Mari‘s anus.

Mari wasn't happy, but even she didn't dare disobey Ritsuko. She dropped her skirt and returned to her seat, her hungry look suggesting she wasn't done with Asuka yet. Asuka moved back until she was kneeling at Ritsuko's feet.

Ritsuko pointed. “Someone else is waiting.”

Asuka followed her gesture and saw it was none other than the otaku standing behind the tripod, pointing his video camera straight at her, one of Shinji's best friends.

Suddenly, Asuka wanted nothing to do with Kensuke Aida. Giving out blowjobs to people she hardly knew was one thing, but she had hung out with Shinji and his friends many times, laughed with them and made fun of them as part of her everyday school life. And although she wouldn't call Kensuke a friend, he had been a part of that life. He knew her from before, when she was still innocent.

Seeing as the redhead was reluctant to make a move, Ritsuko took a hold of her necktie and dragged her over. Aida stepped in front of the camera, angling it downwards towards his crotch. Then he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to his ankles, leaving him standing in red briefs.

Asuka, urged by the school nurse, moved between his legs and uncertainly lifted her hand, pawing and stroking his member through the underwear. She couldn't bring herself to look up at Kensuke.

“I always knew you were a slut, Red, but I never thought you would fall this low. I wonder what Shinji would say if he saw you like this.”

Asuka gritted her teeth, but the words cut her; mercifully Shinji was yet to find out about this side of her. She wordlessly pulled his briefs down. His cock flipped right out over the top of the waistband. She had expected him to be as small as Shinji, but now, faced directly with his pulsating cock, she had to admit it had a very decent size and nicely shaped. More shocking still were Kensuke's balls, hanging beneath the vein covered stalk, enormous and nearly hairless.

Asuka placed her fingers around his hot tool and squeezed, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat on it. Her hand moved up and down on the straining cock, forcing a dribble of clear liquid to ooze out of the piss hole. Asuka began furiously pumping him, rotating her wrist on every stroke so that her hand slipped around the whole tool. Her fingers quickly became completely covered in his pre-cum.

“Take me into your mouth, Red.”

Asuka frowned angrily, then, still grasping the shaft in her hand, bent her head down and licked the tip. Aida involuntarily jerked his hips forward, getting an inch of his dick in her mouth. The taste was horrible, like he hadn't showered, but Asuka forced herself to lick the head with her wet tongue, swirling it around the oozing tip while slowly drawing his cock deeper and deeper into her hot mouth, pumping up and down like a well-practiced hooker.

Meanwhile, her nimble fingers descended to his scrotum, pulling on both testes, rolling and squeezing them firmly together in one hand. Using her other hand, she grasped the base of the penis, squeezing and pumping away. Her mouth continued to slide frantically back and forth, her head bobbing on the cock, sometimes pausing to twist from side to side. Kensuke threw his head back and gasped.

Asuka bobbed her head faster and faster, sucking without pause, her mouth dragging over his slimy prick.

“Ohhhhhhhhh ssshhhhhhhit.”

Knowing he was very close, Asuka sucked with all her strength, hollowing her cheeks, and was rewarded with a thick shot of Kensuke‘s wad. Asuka pulled her head back, swallowing the load in her mouth just as several more heavy jets of cum poured over her cheeks, nose, and chin with explosive force. She pressed her lips together as the cum ran down her face in thick globs, her expression, for a short moment, that of a child trying not to cry.

Kensuke grinned, taking his half-erect penis in his hand and rubbing it against the naked girl's forehead. “Whew. You are a cocksucking pro.”

“Fuck off,” Asuka growled, hurrying to wipe the sperm off her face with the back of her hands even as she tried to avoid looking up at the camera.

“I thought you loved to get compliments.” Kensuke laughed as he pulled up his briefs. “Don't worry, I won't tell Shinji. As long as you do what I say, I mean.”

Feeling lower than she had in a while, Asuka turned her attention back to the events in the class. Rei was now sucking the fat guy‘s dick, his meaty hands on her blue head as it moved back and forth. He was sweating and panting like a pig, leaning back on a chain he barely seemed to fit in. Asuka felt bad for Rei but at least it was not her. Unfortunately, the albino girl took too long and Ritsuko called her away before she could finish the job.

More questions followed. One by one, Asuka and Rei continued pleasuring the other students, boys and girls alike, crawling around on the hands and knees between the chair. By the time the round ended Asuka noted with a perverted twinge of pride that the majority of those who remained had been served by Rei while most of those she herself had worked on were taken out.

When the second round started, it quickly became apparent that Ritsuko had made the questions much harder. Asuka and Rei had to wait a while for someone to answer correctly, and most of the students who ventured an answer were eliminated for giving the wrong one. Even the handsome guy Asuka had prevented from coming earlier was kicked out, much to the redhead‘s chagrin.

There were a few who managed to answer right, and the ones closest to Asuka were sucked off and eliminated. Rei also got a few herself. Mana, being Mana, gave an utterly stupid answer and was taken out, as was Keita. Musashi didn't participate. In the end, only Mari and the disgusting fatso remained.

“We will now move on to the final round,” Ritsuko announced. “The rules will be slightly different. Both girls will service the one person who answers right. Then the other person will have to answer right, if not then the first person will be the winner unless he or she comes. If the second person answers correctly then the roles will be reversed and the first person will have to answer the question right while the second person gets pleasured.”

Ritsuko brought two chairs in front of the classroom and motioned for both finalists to sit down on them. Leaving her skirt and panties on her desk, Mari energetically plumped her bare bottom on the chair, clad now in just her shirt. Fatso seemed a lot less enthusiastic, though perhaps only because he couldn't move as fast. He was sweating profusely as he pulled down his pants and sat next to Mari.

“Everything is ready. Let the final duel between Mari Illustrious Makinami and...“ Ritsuko made and effort to recall the fat boys name “... Shibou Narazaki begin. You two, come here and wait for my signal.”

Asuka and Rei crawled silently on their hands and knees to where the school nurse wanted them.

Ritsuko asked the first question, but it was a difficult one. Eventually Shibou ventured an answer and got lucky. Without being told, Rei moved between the boy’s legs. Asuka was much more hesitant, following the blue-head only at Ritsuko urging. She crowded next to Rei, who was already busily working on Shibou's hard penis, licking the side of it like it was some nasty candy.

Ayanami’s face was a glistening, slobber-coated mask, but Asuka clearly saw a hint of revulsion in her eyes as she leaned in closer to plant a sloppy kiss on the pulsating penis then continued licking around the shaft. Asuka stared at her for a moment, before Shibou wrapped his hand around the back of her head and guided her in. His penis filled her vision.

He was surprisingly well-endowed for a boy so fat and disgusting. The vein-covered shaft was slightly crooked to the right, waving back and forth as Rei nibbled on the opposite side, crowned by a dark, broad mushroom-shaped head. The testicles were large and hairy, hanging down like a wrinkled bag. The stench of sweat was so strong that it nearly made her gag.

A sharp pain on Asuka's bottom made her jump up.

“This is not a show, young lady,” Ritsuko said. “Get to work.”

Nuzzling her head forward, Asuka forced herself to bring her lips on the hot skin of Shibou’s penis, fighting back her disgust as his wiry pubic hair brushed up against her face.

While Rei licked the upper portion of the smelly dick, the redhead pressed her lips around the root, between the stalk and the heavy ball sack, kissing and licking her way up. Shibou moaned as the girls worked him together from both sides, a pair of lovely little puppies licking the same bone, their warm tongues occasionally running into each other, their wet noises filling the classroom.

The fat boy lowered his sweaty, pudgy hand and grasped one of Asuka‘s bare breasts, grinning as the redhead cringed. He pinched her nipple, harshly pulling and twisting the hard little nub, guiding her further down to his balls. With a look on her face that would sour milk, Asuka took his big, hairy, heavy sack into her mouth and began to suck on it, juggling his swollen testicles around with her tongue even as she tried to block out the musky smell and salty taste.

Determined to make him come, however, Asuka grasped his throbbing member in her hand. Rei had covered most of the shaft with her saliva, which mixed with pre-cum that dribbled out of the piss hole, making the whole length warm and slippery to the touch. Meanwhile, Asuka's mouth continued working on his testicles, swirling her tongue around his balls then sucking on the floppy bit of skin underneath them, kissing his scrotum, taking it between her teeth and pulling on it slightly.

Her experienced hand pumped him up and down slowly now, and she heard him moan in approval. Rei‘s tongue danced across his tool in broad licks, sometimes tickling Asuka‘s already-slick fingers. Shibou moaned, ever closer to orgasm and elimination. For a moment Asuka felt a rush of triumph.

Then Ritsuko raised her pointer and delivered two swift blows across both girls' already red rumps. Asuka and Rei jerked away from sudden pain.

“Time's up. Makinami has answered correctly.”

Rei moved back obediently, but Asuka had no intention of giving up so easily—not when fatso was so close to coming. She started pumping her hand with an intense speed, moving in a blur while her mouth opened as wide as it could and hungrily engulfed the hairy testicles, slurping on them loudly. He moaned, slumping back into the chair. Just a little bit more and…

Three hard blows landed on Asuka’s round buttocks, making them jiggle like globes of jelly. Asuka whimpered in pain but her mouth continued to suck on Shibou’s balls, her cheeks hollowing from the intense suction as her hand desperately tried to jerk him off with all their might.

“Let him go!” Ritsuko mercilessly whipped Asuka’s firm globes with her pointer. “Right now!”

The pain was too much, even for someone as stout-hearted as Asuka. Finally accepting defeat, the redhead removed her face and hands from Shibou's crotch, a thick thread of saliva dangling between her lips and his balls.

“I knew you were eager, but I never thought it would be this bad.” The fake blonde angrily wiped the sweat from her brow and pointed. “Get your ass over to Miss Makinami before I make it bleed.”

With Rei already kneeling at her feet, Mari was standing up in front of her chair, legs apart and hands on her hips, proudly pushing out her chest. Her large breasts strained against her shirt until it looked like the buttons were ready to pop; compared to Asuka's much smaller ones, they seemed positively huge.

Asuka reluctantly crawled over to the brunette, her upturned bottom on fire.

Mari looked down at both naked girls and giggled. “Well, whores, it's now your turn to pleasure me again.” She turned around, presenting them and the class with her ass. Looking over her shoulder at Rei, she ordered, “Blue, I want you to lick my pussy.” Then she looked at Asuka. “Piglet, you will make love to my asshole. Just like last time.”

'Piglet' seemed to be Mari’s nickname for her, but Asuka tried to ignore it. She watched Rei crawl in front of Mari and obediently press her mouth against the wet folds of her cunt, burying her face into the other girl's crotch. As the blue-head began lapping her pussy in earnest, Mari smiled at Asuka and patted her left buttock invitingly.

“Well, piglet? What are you waiting for? Come and get your tasty treat!”

Asuka hated how they made it sound like she really enjoyed playing with other people's assholes. It was a revolting act that she was forced to perform, and certainly not something she either liked to do or enjoyed. Of course, arguing the point would be useless. Instead, she pressed her face between Mari's firm buttocks. Extending her tongue, she gently swirled it across the wrinkled rim, covering the tight hole with her saliva. Her wet muscle probed around, exploring each rubbery ridge of the tensed sphincter making it loosen up a bit.

Mari moaned as two girls serviced her with their mouths, one from the front and the other from the back. Asuka couldn’t see what Rei was now doing, but she could hear the wet sounds coming from the her end.

Giving a few light kisses on Mari's warm anus, the redhead puckered her lips around the opening and, eyes closed, pushed her tongue in. Mari cried out in pleasure, arching her back. Placing both hands on the top of Ayanami‘s blue head, she slowly started rocking her hips rhythmically, grinding her pussy on one girl's face while rubbing her asshole on the other.

Still keeping her mouth tight on the rim, Asuka slowly probed her slick tongue inside Mari‘s asshole, licking the ceiling and the floor of the warm tunnel. The dirty taste became stronger at the same time, while Mari‘s ragged breathing picked up in volume.

"Mhhhm, yes. My little piglet has such a long tongue. Deeper. Suck on my asshole, you nasty whore. Let me hear how much you love cleaning my shithole."

Urged by the bespectacled girl, Asuka started to apply suction on her warm asshole, feeling the muscles of Mari‘s sphincter ripple around her tongue, as if the brunette was preparing to take a dump in her mouth. The wetter the wrinkled area became, the easier it was for her nimble tongue to pass into the opening. The ring of muscle was throbbing, squeezing and clamping down on her slick tongue at it attempted to penetrate ever deeper.

Before long, Asuka was pushing the entire length of her tongue into the older girl‘s rectum, making loud slurping noises. More and more saliva escaped her lips, now fully encircling the brown rosebud, and rolled down her trembling chin before roping down onto the floor.

Not able to hold back, Mari moaned, her whole body trembling as she rode the two tongues inside of her. Her rocking became stronger and faster as she pushed her pussy against Rei, while enjoying the feeling of her cool buttocks squeeze the velvety skin of Asuka‘s warm cheeks and the wandering tongue in her ass.

Then, suddenly, Mari pushed herself away from Rei and with a firm tug on Asuka‘s hair pulled her blushing face away from her damp sweaty crack. She sat back in her chair and looked at the two naked girls kneeling before her.

“Come on, whores. We don't have all day.” Mari parted her legs wide. “Eat my pussy.”

Asuka wasn’t very eager to lick the older girl's cunt, specially when her own was crying badly for attention, but she got on with it and moved her face to Mari‘s pussy. As she placed her lips on the most intimate part of her anatomy, the redhead caught a whiff of her pungent aroma—a smell even stronger than Mana's.

Fighting back a momentary twinge of revulsion, Asuka stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lap up her love juices. Her tongue seemed to take a life of its own, stroking Mari from the top of her slit, across her opening and down to the flattened ass cheeks, then returning to the pussy lips, sliding up and then down their exterior, letting them flop back and forth. The flow of juices quickly increased, spreading over Asuka's lips, nose and chin as Mari pulled her head deeper into her drooling twat.

Then Asuka felt a warm, wet feeling brush against her cheek as Rei leaned in next to her and planted a small kiss on Mari‘s pussy. The albino took the left labia between her teeth while Asuka nibbled on the right. Their cheeks rubbed gently against each other as they licked and kissed Mari‘s gaping sheath.

It wasn't long before the two teens began to work together—as Asuka plunged her tongue into the bottom of the brunette’s pussy, slowly licking up, Rei energetically flicked her tongue on the erect clitoris. Mari‘s breathing became noticeably more labored and she writhed to the rhythm of two tongues pleasuring her. Faster and faster, Asuka and Rei circled and twirled around the gushing pussy and each other. Their eyes met briefly—blue on red—and for once Asuka was glad to have Rei there with her.

The bespectacled girl‘s hips began to rock with the rhythm of Asuka‘s and Rei‘s tongue-play, her bottom rising off the chair and her pussy humping their flustered faces. Asuka, recognizing the signs of female orgasm from her extensive experience eating Mana out, increased the intensity, shoving her tongue into the wet pussy as far as she could. Mari‘s breathing turned into loud moans.

Rei tried to keep up, but Asuka was moving with such frantic pace that she simply didn’t have any room to work and moved back. Asuka didn't miss a beat. Like some kind of desperate cunt eating machine, she continued used her nimble tongue, corkscrewing it as she pushed in and lapping the entrance as it came out. Then she sucked the throbbing clit into her hot, wet mouth and bit down on it.

Mari lost control completely. Her hands shot down and grabbed Asuka‘s red hair, painfully jamming her helpless face hard into her pussy. Asuka found her mouth wedged against the swollen lips and her nose buried in her wry pubic hair, unable to do anything as Mari held her hair in her steel grip.

Using her long tresses as reins, Mari slid her crotch up and down Asuka's face with a violent rhythm. The wet noise of flesh slapping against flesh filled the classroom, along with her grunts. The best Asuka could do was to close her eyes as the brunette humped her face.

Finally, Mari‘s back arched and she screamed her orgasm.

“I’m fucking cuuuuuuming! Drink it, pig! Drink it all!“

Asuka tried to pull away, but Mari held her in place with incredible force, clawing at her scalp as if to rip it off. Her pussy gushed like a waterfall, filling the redhead‘s mouth and nostrils with her musky juice, squirting so much that it was like she was peeing on Asuka‘s face, drowning her.

By the time Mari finished Asuka was starting to feel lightheaded. Spent, the brunette let her go and slumped back in her chair. Asuka moved away wearily, her face a glistening mess, barely able to open her eyes from all the girl cum dripping from her features.

“You look great, piglet.” Mari smiled, splayed legs shamelessly displaying her still-leaking cunt. “You should always have my cum on your face. Don’t you think so too, Ayanami?”

Mari grabbed handfuls of Rei and Asuka‘s hair and turned their heads so they faced each other.

“Now how about a kiss?” Mari laughed and pushed their faces together.

Rei’s warm, cum-smeared lips pressed against Asuka’s and the albino girl, obedient as always, began to kiss her. Asuka tried to pull back on sheer instinct, but Mari’s firm grip kept her in place. Her eyes, wide for a moment, sagged as she realized the futility of resistance and she surrendered to the kiss, accepting Rei‘s wet tongue into her mouth.

Of all the things she had been made to do today, this was probably the least unpleasant. And while she still had mixed feelings regarding Wondergirl, at least the albino didn't want to abuse her or hurt her.

Before they could get into it like a pair of horny lesbian lovers, Ritsuko strolled over and unceremoniously pulled them apart. Asuka and Rei exchanged an awkward glance, full of desire and shame, only a thin rope of spit dangling between their glistening lips. Ritsuko then turned to Mari, now sitting back lazily circling her labia with a finger.

“I am sure you realize this means you lost.”

Mari glared up at her but said nothing.

“Good.” Ritsuko reached down and straightened Asuka‘s disheveled and soaked necktie. The fake blonde clicked her tongue as she pulled a white handkerchief from her pocket and harshly wiped Asuka and Rei‘s faces clean, as if they were spoiled little children that had dirtied their faces with chocolate.

“Now it is time for the winner to claim his prize. And the grand prize will be …” Ritsuko gestured towards the naked girls at her feet. “Their pussies.”

Asuka‘s head instantly shot up, eyes wide. “What?!”

Ritsuko looked at her coldly. “Watch your temper, Sohryu.”

“I will NOT fuck that pig!” ” Asuka exploded, climbing to her feet for the first time in what felt like hours. “He's disgusting!”

For a moment the fake blonde‘s eyebrow twitched. She took the metallic pointer in her hand and approached the naked girl.

“Strong words for someone who smells like sperm and pussy juices, standing in the middle of the class naked.” Ritsuko flicked her hand and the pointer lashed Asuka‘s left breast. A vivid red line appeared on the white flesh almost in an instant.

Asuka jerked back, hissing and bringing her arms up to cover her bare chest. “Stop it! I'm not your doll!”

“Then why do you dance like one?” Ritsuko brought the pointer around with controlled power, striking across Asuka's striped and brightly colored bottom.

The noise of the metal rod digging into the girl's tender ass flesh was almost as loud as Asuka's cry of pain. She jumped forward on the tips of her clenched toes, reaching back to cover her vulnerable bottom while still trying to both hide her chest and glare at angrily Ritsuko.

“Stop it!” Asuka yipped as another blow landed on her bottom, making her dance on her toes. She froze when Ritsuko slid the tip of the pointer between her legs.

“Your persistence is admirable but pointless.” The fake blond pressed the pointer against Asuka's erect clitoris, peeking noticeably from its hood, and made a slow drilling motion. With each turn, pressure on the sensitive pink button increased. Then it slid between her labia, into her vagina.

Asuka hissed through gritted teeth and drew back, disgusted and afraid. She looked fleetingly at Musashi, begging him to intervene … to save her.

He did neither.

Something snapped inside of her as the realization finally hit her—why Musashi had refused to have anything to do with her that morning, why he didn't want to fuck her or talk to her or help her, and why he just didn't seem to care about her.

Because he didn't. He didn't care. He didn't have feeling for her. He probably didn't even like her. It was just another one of his games, stringing her along, giving her hope that maybe she could still be with someone after being defiled and ruined, and maybe even be loved. And she had fallen for it, like a stupid girl desperate for affection. Stupid Asuka. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Ritsuko slowly withdrew the pointer and gently patted Asuka's pubic mound. “Turn around and bend over. You too, Rei. Show your assholes and pussies for the winner.”

Rei wordlessly turned away and bent over, presenting her bare ass in all its glory. Asuka, on the other hand, refused to move.

Not wasting her breath, Ritsuko nodded her head to Mari. The tall girl sprang up and grabbed Asuka by her long red tresses, bent her over and pushed her head down between her knees. Then she clamped her legs shut, trapping the younger girl in this humiliating position, her ass openly displayed.

“Let me go, crazy bitch!” Asuka struggled and squirmed, trying to break herself free. It was no use. Mari clamped her legs even tighter around her head, making it feel like it was caught in a vice, and delivered a few hard slaps on her sore ass to help her calm down.

“Our winner shall now chose his prize,” Ritsuko said, gesturing the two bent-over girls.

The overweight boy moved in closer, staring intensely at the pretty bottoms presented for him. Asuka's rear was visibly the shapeliest, trim and well-defined without losing their delicate feminine lines. It was a tight little butt, the sort anyone, male or female would covet, made even more so by her weak struggles which caused it to wave teasingly back and forth. Rei's ass was paler, equally delicate but not as shapely. Both of them were painted bright red, bruised and covered in stripe and welts. Rei's was by far the worse. Her bruises were nearly purple.

“Rei, spread your buttocks apart,” Ritsuko ordered.

The albino reached back and pulled her buttocks apart, giving an unobstructed view of her pussy and asshole.

Ritsuko didn’t waste her time asking Asuka to do the same and instead had Mari do it for her. Asuka tried to clench her buttocks, but the brunette dug her fingers into the warm globes and harshly pulled them apart, making the wrinkled asshole in between gape slightly for all to see.

“No!” Asuka cried out, still trying to wring herself loose. “Let me go!”

“Sohryu has a great ass,” Ritsuko told Shibou, absently patting Asuka’s quivering, forcefully-spread bottom. “However, Rei’s pussy has been used much less. Choose carefully.”

Shibou leaned in close, a perverted leer on his fat face. He was almost drooling, eyes glazed with lust. Asuka froze as she felt his unpleasant breath on her pussy and looked up at him from between her own legs. His erect penis swayed above her, dangerously close to her most vulnerable spots, a thin string of pre-cum roping down from his smelly piss hole.

But just as he was about to grope her, Asuka shifted all her weight to one leg and kicked back with the other. The fat boy managed to jump out of the way with surprising speed, barely missing her foot aimed at his groin.

“Keep your hands off me!” Asuka yelled viciously. “And don't even think about putting that thing inside me! I'll cut it off!”

“That's not very nice, piglet,” Mari said, and slapped Asuka's ass.

Apparently deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, and that he liked his privates just where they were, Shibou went to check out Ayanami's hairless twat instead. He pressed his hand against her vulva, pushing his fat fingers past the albino's labia into her wet, tighter hole. Rei didn't make a sound.

Ritsuko came over and whispered something in Shibou's ear. He whispered back, nodding eagerly.

“It seems like our winner has decided on a prize,” Ritsuko announced. “Mari, you may release Asuka. Rei, keep your position.”

Mari reluctantly opened her knees and allowed Asuka to stand, though not before drawing a finger down the length of her crack. Asuka glared angrily at the older girl, rubbing her sore backside. She spared a sympathetic glance for Rei.

Then, moving so fast Asuka didn't even see her, Ritsuko grabbed her by the necktie and pulled over to a nearby student desk. Before the naked redhead could react she found herself forcefully shoved across the top of the desk, landing on her stomach on the hard wooden surface. Ritsuko then took two pairs of handcuffs out of her lab coat and cuffed Asuka’s wrists to the desk's front legs.

“You bitch!” Asuka yelled, tugging frantically at the cuffs. “What are you doing?!”

Ritsuko reached again into her coat pocket and produced a large rubber ring attached to two thin leather straps. Seizing Asuka's jaw, she roughly wedged the rubber ring between the struggling teen's teeth and secured the straps around the back of her head, making it impossible for her to close her mouth.

Her yells and insults reduced to loud but unintelligible grunts, bare buttocks waving obscenely from side to side as she struggled futilely against her bonds, Asuka felt the beginning of panic. Planting her bare feet flat on the ground, she pulled desperately on the desk, dragging it backwards several inches across the floor.

“There is some rope in my desk,” Ritsuko told Mari. “Third drawer down. Bring it here.”

Asuka's struggles only intensified. She kicked her legs wildly, cursing through the gag, pulling and twisting on the cuffs and shaking her head, her face somewhere between fury and horror.

She was still going at it when Mari returned with the rope.

“Tie her ankles,” Ritsuko ordered.

Mari eagerly complied. Avoiding the redhead's frantic kicks, she grabbed her ankles and secured each of them to one of the desk's wooden legs with the rope. Even with all her limbs bound to the desk, Asuka continued to struggle, grunting like a trapped animal, rocking the desk back and forth with her efforts.

Working together, Ritsuko and Mari lifted the desk—and the redhead tied on top of it—and brought it onto the raised stage. Asuka couldn’t do a thing but glare angrily at the two females as they carried her around like a piece of furniture and casually placed her next to Rei, who was still bending over and obediently holding her abused ass cheeks apart.

“Good,” Ritsuko said, brushing the sweat from her brow. She gestured to Shibou. “Don’t be shy. Come closer. She won't bite.”

As if to show him there was no danger from the normally violent redhead, Ritsuko casually slapped Asuka's flushed right buttock. The bound girl squealed and squirmed against her bonds, turning her head to look at them over her shoulder—just in time to see Shibou kneel down behind her raised, utterly exposed backside.

A shudder ran through her as he pressed his nose against her pink petals and took a deep whiff of her female fragrance. His sweaty hands squeezed her round bottom and pulled her cheeks further apart. Then, slowly but surely, he pushed a sausage-like finger inside her asshole. Asuka hissed, tensing instinctively against the intrusion.

Next Asuka felt his tongue trace the pink flesh of her labia, which she knew must have been dripping with her juices, and shivered from both pleasure and disgust.

“I can see she is lubricating well,” Ritsuko said, reaching under Asuka's bound body and cupping her left breast. Her fingers found the hard nipple and rolled it between her index and thumb. “And she is very aroused. Maybe too much.” She added, harshly pinching the nipple, making Asuka cry out in pain.

Like a big, fat dog, Shibou slurped up the secretions from Asuka's pussy. His face was glistening when he finally looked over at Ritsuko.

“C-can I put it in?“

The words produced a shock of sheer terror in Asuka, and for the first time the full magnitude of what was about to happen to her sank in.

“Ghoohgh aghm! Goooghnangh!” Asuka screamed through the gag, frantically shaking her head and bucking violently against the desk, pulling at her bonds as hard as she could. The cuffs and ropes dug into her skin, but she didn't care. Her wide, terrified eyes filled with tears. “Googhgogh! Ghet ghe goh! Gheaghe!”

“I’m afraid I will need a bit of medicine to calm this wild bitch down,” Ritsuko told Shibou. “It won‘t take long.”

Shibou silently nodded, not able to tear his eyes away from Asuka’s marvelous body. Ritsuko went to grab something from her desk. Looking back over her shoulder, Asuka saw she was holding a small syringe filled with a clear liquid. Her struggled intensified, which earned her a hard slap from Ritsuko’s free hand.

“Stay still, you silly girl.”

Asuka shook her head, her red mane flying around, thick streams of saliva pouring out of the ring-gag stretching her mouth. She bucked with all her might, like a wild horse refusing to be broken, succeeding in making the desk take a tiny jump. Tears poured down her face. Her nostrils flared, her nose running copiously.

Seeing that the redhead showed no signs of relenting, Ritsuko turned turned to Mari. “Miss Makinami, please come here and hold her down.”

Mari instantly moved forward and pinned Asuka against the desk with her own weight.

Asuka was now totally immobilized as Ritsuko brought the tip of the needle to her left buttock. She felt a hot prickle of pain and cried into the gag.

“It would have been less painful if only you wouldn’t be so stubborn,” Ritsuko said casually, pulling the empty syringe away. “Really, you are proving to be more trouble than you are worth.”

Slumping over the desk, Asuka pressed tear soaked cheek against the hard surface, staring out nearly in shock. Her slender legs gave in as she felt the pain of the injection subside and a warm and pleasant numbness spread inside her rear. When the warmth reached her already-aching loins it became a fire. Her arousal suddenly reached a new level. She couldn't help it.

Asuka squirmed in her bonds and moaned.

Ritsuko turned to Mari. “She has been a very bad girl and bad girls need harsh discipline. You can punish her for me if you want.”

Mari moved her hands to stroke Asuka’s firm, bare butt. There was a hungry look on her sharp face. “Of course I want. Piglet will need a pillow to sit on after I‘m done with her.”

The tall brunette paused to enjoy the view presented for her, admiring how shapely and attractive Asuka's young buttocks were, flushed a bright red and covered in numerous angry red welts and hand prints. Far from detracting from their enticing beauty, the marks added to the inviting allure.

Not able to bear it, Mari raised her right hand and brought it down hard across Asuka's presented bottom, the loud smack ringing out through the room. Asuka grunted through her gag, but didn’t try to escape the contact this time. For a few moment‘s Mari left her hand where it had landed, her palm still pleasantly tingling from the force of the blow.

Then something caught her eye. Removing her hand, she went over to the blackboard and retrieved a long wooden ruler. She threw a quick glance at Ritsuko and seeing no objection returned to Asuka.

The redhead‘s ass muscles tensed when she felt the edge of the ruler running up and down her ass crack.

“I‘d love to fuck you hard in the ass with a strap-on and hear you squeal like a pig,” Mari said dreamily while the ruler slowly circled around the wrinkled ring of Asuka‘s anus. “But I guess this is still better than nothing.“

A cruel gleam entered brunette‘s eyes, as she raised the ruler high over her head. Asuka followed it with her gaze, shaking her head and pleading into the gag.

The flat wooden surface landed squarely on the crevice between Asuka's butt cheeks with a terrifying noise.

"Guhgh!" Asuka grunted. The air seemed to go right out of her chest and she felt the fiery pain of the ruler searing her rear like a hot knife. Her arms and legs jerked reflexively but were abruptly stopped by the bonds at her wrists and ankles.

Whack!

Once again the ruler slapped across her bare ass with a lick of fire. Asuka cried into her gag, instinctively twisting in an effort to avoid the full effect of the blow. The wooden ruler tapped between her legs, smacking lightly against her spread pussy lips. It wasn’t so strong, but felt twice as hard on her sensitive labia.

Without allowing the pain to subdue, the wooden instrument lashed against the upper thighs and a moment later the air whistled and the ruler struck again on the shapely buttocks with a loud crack

Mari smiled, watching as the teen‘s naked back, glimmering with sweat, arched. She raised her hand high overhead and swooped it down, striking squarely across the ass crack, flattening both cheeks.

“Gugh! Gugh!”Asuka shook her head, tears blurring her vision, her precious bottom that so many admired and envied now aflame.

“You have such a beautiful ass, piglet,” Mari cooed sweetly. “It's so firm and round. It just begs to be spanked.”

And that was just what Mari did.

Smack! Whack! Splat! The brunette mercilessly applied the ruler at various angles, all directed at Asuka's bottom. The blows intensified with each smack, growing harder and coming faster. Some of the on-looking students bit their lips as the extent of Asuka's suffering began to register on them, while others smirked with unconcealed delight that the little arrogant bitch was finally getting her just desserts. Asuka stared at them with eyes wide like saucers behind thick, orange-red bangs, distress and shame clearly mirrored on her hotly flushed, sweaty and tear streaked face.

When Ritsuko looked at Shibou she found the overweight boy slowly jerking himself off while intently watching the redhead‘s punishment.

“I wouldn’t settle for just masturbation if I were you,” she said. “Asuka owes you a real blow job, after all. Why don't you take her from the front while Makinami works the rear?“

“Oh … okay.”

The fat boy approached hesitantly, looking at Asuka‘s bound form and how her scarlet ass flattened and quivered after another ruler slap. With each step his confidence grew, and once he got in front of Asuka‘s drooling, gagged mouth, there was firm resolve on his face.

Asuka smelled more than saw his hideous erection bobbing in front of her nose. Shibou seized her by the hair, tightening his grasp to prevent her head from moving as he lined up his cock with the gag's opening.

“What's the matter?” Mari teased, swinging the ruler. “He has a nasty fat dick just like you love. Don‘t be shy. Enjoy it. After all, you chose him over me.”

The ruler struck Asuka's flesh again, landing hard between her spread cheeks and hitting her vulnerable asshole.

“Gooough!!!” Asuka screeched. Her whole body jerk forward, clawing the floor with her toes, juice squirting out of her pussy. Shibou's fat cock glided easy into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

Asuka's eyes went wide as she suddenly found herself with her face pressed against the fat boy's crotch, his filthy member buried to the hilt in her mouth. She gagged, feeling her throat ripple around his head. Her stomach heaved, and she made an awful gurgling noise. Thick streams of saliva and yellowish snot leaked out of the corners of Asuka's stretched mouth.

Her breathing was ragged, eyes swimming with tears as she fought to keep the contents of her stomach down. She only barely succeeded.

"Having a good time, piglet?" Mari laughed loudly and delivered another strong smack across the redhead's buttocks. “Yeah, me too!”

Asuka jumped as the ruler struck her burning rear once again, the wood impacting her flesh with a resounding smack. Her throat involuntary clenched around Shibou's cock. He moaned his approval, clutching the sides of her head.

“Come on, pig!” Mari repeatedly smacked Asuka's bottom with the ruler. “You can see that he likes it. Work for your cock.”

Asuka began bobbing her head back and forth, feeling Shibou's cock slide in and out of her mouth like a huge snake.

Mari raised the ruler again. “Geez, it's like you're not even trying. Give him some tongue.”

This time the ruler shot up between Asuka‘s bound legs and struck her flustered, itching cunt.

Asuka urgently ran her tongue over the fat boy's cock, stroking the large veins and every bump and ridge, puffing out her cheeks and drooling all over the place. Her bright red buttocks clenched and unclenched with her movements, her tiny asshole peeking in and out of sight. She could her pussy juices running down the inside of her thighs.

“That's right.” Mari tapped the ruler against her pussy. “Looks like you are enjoying it, too.”

“Nnnggh—”

Asuka's reply was quickly muffled as Shibou suddenly pushed his fat cock even deep inside her throat. She gagged violently, her warm throat muscles wrapping around the pulsating erection, heaving and rippling, much to the boy‘s pleasure.

Just when it felt like she was about to vomit, however, Shibou slid back his cock until only the head remained inside her ring-spread lips, giving Asuka a moment to catch her breath before thrusting his hips again. The redhead continued to gag as he began moving his hips faster and faster, his large balls slapping against her face in an increasing tempo.

Asuka struggled but it did her no good; Shibou held her firmly by the hair, her mouth now only a receptacle for his cock.

“Lazy pig!” Mari yelled, insistently lashing Asuka's pussy the way a rider crops a horse. “He's doing all the work.”

“Gmghmgmhhh!”

Asuka jerked violently up and down under the constant barrage of pain shooting from her scarlet ass and from between her legs. Soon the fleshy curtains of her labia had turned an angry red, the wooden ruler taking its toll on her flesh. She couldn’t even use her tongue anymore, uselessly pinned down to the bottom of her mouth by the rapidly thrusting cock. Then she felt Mari jabbing the edge of the ruler over her exposed, rock-hard clit.

“Look at yourself. You are dripping wet. What a Masochistic whore!”

Asuka knew she was right. Her exposed pussy was so wet it made a sloppy sound whenever the ruler hit it and she could feel the thick juices running down her legs. Despite the disgust and humiliation, or maybe because of it, she was getting off on her own torture.

Mari swung the ruler again, striking down the length of her crack more time with all her might. Pain surged through Asuka's body like a jolt of electricity as the ruler snapped in half.

Then a massive wave of orgasm washed over her.

Asuka screamed as she came, but the normally shrill noise was muffled by the penis stuffed in her mouth. Her whole body tensed, arms and legs jerking violently against her bonds with mad strength, bare feet twisting onto her curled toes, hands clenched into fists.

As torrent of her girly cum gushed out of her pussy like a pressure hose, spraying her thighs, the desk and floor with her juicy secretions, Shibou firmly jerked her head to him by the hair and speared his cock down her helpless throat as far as it would go. Asuka gagged badly, her face now buried in the fat boy's pubic hair. Her eyes rolled over as her air supply was suddenly plugged, but the asphyxia only made the orgasm more intense.

She was nearly unconscious and unresponsive by the time she finally stopped cumming. Shibou pulled back, leaving her slumped down over the desk like a broken blow-up doll, half-open eyes staring up vacantly, her once-pretty face now an ugly mask smeared with tears and sweat.

“You came!” Mari said excitedly, smacking her palm against Asuka‘s left buttock. She looked down onto the floor and whistled. “Damn. It looks like you almost pissed yourself. You are a real squirted, aren't you?”

She reached out and patted Asuka‘s swollen vulva, which made a few more clear squirts of cum shoot out, coating the bespectacled girl‘s hand with tangy girl honey. Smiling at the reaction, Mari found Asuka's erect clitoris and squeezed it firmly between her index and thumb. Asuka tensed up again, a muffled moan escaping her as she tiptoed weakly against the ropes, instinctively moving towards the stimulation. Mari playfully ran her fingertips across the pulsating labia, soaking them in the musky secretion.

Sticking two fingers in Asuka's wet hole, the brunette effortlessly penetrated the redhead. When the fingers were all the way inside she pressed her palm up against the tied teenager, applying pressure with the heel of her hand on her pussy. Asuka moaned again, slowly rotating her pelvis to get even more of the delicious sensation.

Mari started building the redhead‘s excitement once again. Her fingers moved back and forth inside the soaking wet pink channel while her palm ground into the vulva in circles, teasing the overstimulated teen girl closer and closer but never over the edge. Soon Asuka was tugging at her bonds and whimpering through her ring-gag.

“Awww, piglet wants to say something?” Mari cooed. She reached down and removed the ring gag from between Asuka's teeth, wrinkling her nose in disgust as the redhead spat out a fetid mix of saliva and yellowish bile.

“Mehr... bitte,” Asuka groaned in her native language, her voice low and very hoarse.

Mari lifted her right hand above her head and smacked Asuka across her rear. “Speak in Japanese, pig.”

Asuka knew she was broken. Her mind was in a fog, a drunken stupor of sex and drugs, and she wanted nothing more than to have Mari's thin fingers thrusting inside her pussy. She would have said and done anything.

“More … ” Asuka repeated. “P-please. Touch me more.”

“Oh, you want this?” Mari let out a mocking laugh, easing her fingers back and forth through Asuka's well-lubricated pussy hole, moving her thumb around the erect clit. She played against the slick foreskin there, not touching the throbbing pearl in between.

Soon Asuka was actively pushing her butt back against Mari‘s rapidly working hand. Her love juices oozed out over the older girl‘s fingers as she drilled them in and out of her hot snatch. Her wet pussy muscles clamped around them, milking them, begging for more pleasure. But then Mari moved her hand away and Asuka‘s scarlet-butt was left humping the air.

“Nooo … ” Asuka cried, wiggling in her bonds.

“Sorry, pig. My hand is getting tired,” Mari said nonchalantly. She pointed at Shibou. “Besides, it looks like your new boyfriend is waiting for you.”

Asuka raised her head and looked her shoulder as Shibou moved behind her. Then she felt his fat, sweaty fingers spread the shallow crevice between her aching buttocks and groped her exposed pussy and anus with his hand. The new stimulation quickly overpowered any remaining reluctance. Now even this disgusting pig could set her teenage clit thrumming with desire. She had never been hornier or more desperate.

"Please," the naked redhead gasped, "I need—ah!"

She meant to say "I need to fuck", but the boy reached under her and squeezed her clitoris, pinching it between his stubby digits and effectively breaking her line of thought.

“You are such a slut.” Asuka could hear the boy's breath wheezing in his throat, while her own panting was starting to increase in volume. “Hard to believe I used to worship you.”

Sharp jolts of pleasure rocked her spine as he pinched her clit repeatedly, causing her to buck. More blood rushed to her face, her hard flush creeping down her neck and chest. Then all the air was driven from her lungs as Shibou leaned over her and the weight of his large paunch landed squarely on her lower back, driving the edge of the desk painfully into her hips and squashing her like a bug.

For the first time Asuka felt the warm, broad head of his tool poking at her slit and her ass crack, and it made her completely mad with lust. Finally, her classmates were seeing her as she really was—her true nature.

And she didn't even care.

Using his fat hands to pry apart her smooth ass cheeks, Shibou pushed the bulbous head of his cock, slick with his cum and Asuka's own juices, between her hugely engorged pussy lips. Her muscular entrance slowly parted, swallowing his massive girth like an eager mouth. Then he grabbed huge handfuls of her hair and thrust forward.

Asuka moaned loudly as Shibou buried his thick tool in her soaked and slippery snatch, rising to her toes and arching her back. Her lust-filled eyes widened, an expression of mindless pleasure coming over her crimson face, while her vagina stretched to accommodate the familiar presence of a pulsating penis inside her.

“GUUUGGH!”

Shibou slowly pulled out until only his cock head remained inside of Asuka‘s violated cunt. Then he drove all the way back inside, making Asuka grunt like an animal in heat. He began roughly pounding her body in a savage rhythm, each time pulling his cock out of her dripping sheath only to plunge it in again, each time with more force, each time sinking farther into her inner pussy. Asuka bucked wildly, wanting more.

The fat boy responded by wrapping his hands around her lender waist and pulling her writhing body against him, impaling her as deeply as he could on his blunt erection. Asuka cried out as she felt him bottom out and penetrate her soft cervix, splitting her open. Her insides clenched, gripping his length more tightly.

Leaning over her, Shibou began thrusting himself brutally and rapidly into the bound girl pinned beneath his fat stomach, slamming her hard against the desk.

"Fuuuuuuck!” Asuka grunted, panting and moaning as Shibou pounded into her. “Ugh! Harder! Harderrr!”

Shibou picked up the pace. His breathing became more and more ragged as the physical exertion of keeping up with the redhead's demands took its toll.

“Harder!” Asuka's moans grew louder as she let it all go. Her round buttocks flattened against Shibou's hips with the distinctive wet sound of flesh on flesh. She was now thrusting herself back at him, forcing his cock deeper into her ever-hungry pussy, grunting with a primal lust. It was mindless fucking—wild, untamed sex at its most raw.

Asuka loved every second of it.

“Harder! Fuck me, you fat pig!”

As the other students watched in shock and disgust, Musashi abruptly stood up and stormed towards the classroom door. No one tried to stop him.

“Aww, seems like Musashi is sick and tired of your slutiness.” Mana laughed pointing at the mess Asuka was making on the floor.

“Yeah, piglet. Do you have no shame?” Mari added, playfully slapping Asuka‘s red, sweat-covered face.

The redhead didn't acknowledge them, nor did she show any sign of slowing down. Her whole world was now focused on the massive cock driving into her. A constant stream of love juices splattered out of her swollen pussy with each thrust. Her inflamed clitoris, peaking out fully from beneath its hood, scrapped across the edge of the desk whenever Shibou lurched forward, grinding on the hard surface and forcing her sloppy vagina to clamp tightly as pain and pleasure shot out in pulses from the burning nob.

“You are such a good fuck, pig,” Mari said, bending over and brushing Asuka‘s hair away from her sticky face to have a better look at her. “Do you like your fat cock now?”

Asuka could only grunt in response. Her clit felt like it was being pinched in two as she struggled to raise herself from the sharp edge digging into it but her knees buckled and her legs failed to support her. Her hands grabbed vainly at the desk legs beneath the fat boys massive weight pressing down on her.

Sweat and tears stung her rolled-back eyes as the jagged burning ecstasy began to rise under the pain. More of the hot cream oozed out of her stuffed vagina onto the desktop and the floor like a wide-open faucet. The lubrication made her engorged clitty push more easily back and forth across the edge, but each scrape lit up her nervous system with an inextricable mix of agony and pleasure. At the same time the cool surface felt delicious beneath her squashed breasts and she could feel the hard points of her nipples sliding in her sweat, stimulating her further.

Once again, a dark wave of orgasm was building, rising up to crash down on her. Asuka let it all go, surrendering her body and her mind to total pleasure. She panted louder and louder, her tongue lolling uncontrollably, her pussy clamping down on the big cock fucking her.

The orgasm hit her body like a freight train, shooting out from between her legs, running up her spine and slamming into her brain, its earth-shaking force strengthened whatever drugs Ritsuko had injected her with. Her eyes rolled back and her mind went totally blank, all shame forgotten. Gallons of pussy juice sprayed all over on her inner thighs, the desk, Shibou‘s legs and the floor with the power of a fire hose.

She didn't just cum—she exploded.

“Ggggootttt! Pleeeeaaaseee!”

As the wet walls gripped down on his cock with impossible tightness, Shibou buried his length as deep as he could in the orgasming girl and began shooting out his seed in hot spurts, filling Asuka with semen.

Asuka's body bucked violently against the desk, her rabid cunt rippling and convulsing on the throbbing organ deep inside her, then, utterly spent, she went plopped down on the desk, panting raggedly.

After dumping another smelly load of cum in Asuka's already-stuffed and leaking pussy, Shibou withdrew his softening cock. It was followed by a mass of yellow-white cum pouring out of the stretched hole and splattering on the floor.

Wiping his arms over his face, the fat boy looked down at Asuka and snorted. She was quite a sight; her body, every inch bathed in a sheen of sweat, was completely limp and slumped over the desk, a strangely satisfied smile on her sweaty, flushed face. Her ass was a bright red, still showing marks from the ruler as if it had been painted with a brush, and her hair was a tangled mane.

Shibou slapped her and received only a weak groan in response. Then he slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand, amused by the sound of soggy flesh she made. He was about to slap her again when Ritsuko‘s calm voice stopped him.

“That‘s enough for now,” the nurse said, writing a few notes in her notebook. “Seems like she enjoyed herself more than I expected.”

Ritsuko ignored Shibou's puzzled look as she removed Asuka's hair clips and placed them in her pocket for safekeeping. She then asked the students to gather around for a good look at a freshly fucked pussy.

The students crowded noisily around the naked redhead, whispering among themselves and staring in awe and disgust at the shocking spectacle that used to be the school most popular idol. They all agreed she looked and smelled horribly. Some of the boys patted Shibou on the back, while a few girls pointed and laughed at Asuka's pussy, yellowish goo still slowly oozing out of her stretched cunt lips. A few more took pictures with their phones and Kensuke brought his camera in for a closer look.

Ritsuko gestured to Mana. “We're finished. Untie her and take her to the bathroom. Clean her up. Then get her some clothes and take her home.”

“Why me?” Mana pipped up angrily. “I don’t want to touch her. She's filthy.”

“You are her mistress, aren't you?” Ritsuko said, giving her a cold glare. “Look after your pet.”

Mari, who by now had slipped back into her skirt and panties, came over. “It‘s all right. I‘ll help you.”

Mana sighed in resignation and, as Ritsuko sent the students back to their desks, both girls went to work freeing the exhausted redhead, which was still slumped over the desk. There were angry red marks visible on her wrists and ankles, and a little blood dripping from the left handcuff where it had cut the skin.

Asuka made no effort to resist or move on her own as Mari and Mana released her bonds and flipped her onto her back. Her gaze was blank, blue eyes looking at nothing in particular, a mindlessly happy grin clinging to her lips. The necktie, soaked in saliva, sperm and sweat clung stubbornly to the shallow nook between her breasts.

The girls slapped Asuka's face a few times for good measure then each grabbed an arm and proceeded to drag her across the floor like a dirty sack of potatoes, leaving a wet trail behind them.

Ritsuko watched them carry the naked girl out of the classroom, then dismissed the remaining students.

There was a bustle of excitement as everyone rose out of their chairs, gathered their things together and began moving to the door in a large gaggle, talking and laughing with each other. Most of the jokes, predictably, came at Asuka's expense. Ritsuko returned to the teacher's desk. Kensuke stopped by to leave his tape, camera tripod slung over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Keita went over to Rei.

The blue-haired girl was now having serious trouble holding the bent-over position she had been left in, but she was still obediently opening her abused red butt cheeks with her hands, clutching the smooth floor with her toes. The muscles of her arms, stomach and legs were trembling, and her asshole was clenching noticeably. Her face was twisted into a strained grimace, peering out between her quivering knees.

“Have her clean up the other whore's mess,” Ritsuko ordered, nodding to the large puddle Asuka had made on the floor. “Her tongue is good enough.”

Keita roughly grabbed Rei by the hair and pulled down to her hands and knees, slapping her bruised ass as he made her crawl towards the puddle. He pointed at the puddle.

“You heard her, Rei nee-chan. Get to work.”

Without protest, Rei lowered her head and began licking up the disgusting mixture of juices that had just squirted out of Asuka's pussy together the gooey remnants of Shibou's cum. Her ass wiggled as her tongue lapped at the floor, making a noise like a cat drinking milk. When she had finished scooping it all up Keita prodded her bottom with his foot.

“Let's go to the gym this time, nee-chan,” he said. “Lots of toys to play with.”

Rei hung her head between her shoulders in dejection and padded wearily on all fours towards the exit. Keita followed right behind her.

Ritsuko waited for them to leave before dialing a number on her cell phone.

“Its me,” she said, leaning back on the chair and crossing her stockinged legs. She slipped a hand into the coat pocket holding the so-called hair clips she had removed from Asuka's head, eager to analyze the data contained within. “We need to talk.”

*

Musashi was still sulking down the hall when he heard Mana’s voice. Peering around the corner, he saw a pair of bare girly feet being dragged into the boy's restroom. He didn't have to be a genius to guess what was happening—or was about to happen—but he mustered his courage and followed them into the bathroom anyway.

“Are you sure about that?” Mari said, her voice coming from the nearest toilet stall. “I mean, Akagi told us to clean her.”

There was a thud and the sound of footsteps.

“Relax,” Mana’s voice answered. “Besides, we ARE cleaning her aren’t we?”

“Hahahaha. You are right. ”

The stall door was partially open. Musashi saw Asuka slumped back on the toilet, her head tilted to the side, eyes open, drool running down her chin. Her arms dangled limply by her sides and her legs were splayed lewdly open. A white puddle had formed on the toilet lid from the semen leaking out of her swollen cunt. She looked like a discarded puppet, which Musashi realized was just what they had turned her into—a meat puppet to be used and abused and fucked but never loved.

Mana was squatting in the corner, apparently looking for something. Mari stood over the dazed redhead taking pictures with her mobile phone.

“Aha, here it is.” Mana stood up, her face full of cruel glee. She was holding a large brush, the kind normally used for cleaning toilets. It had a long plastic handle with a thick head full of bristles on the opposite end, and it was dirty; the bristles that had once been white were turning a brownish yellow.

“Eww!” Mari recoiled, pinching her nose but nevertheless smiling. “You're really going to stick that in her?”

“Why not? It is meant to clean dirty places, and you can't get any more dirty than the pig‘s nasty cunt.” Mana leaned over Asuka and delivered three sharp slaps in rapid succession squarely on her already badly abused vulva, causing an even thicker and gooier stream of the fat guy's seed to come rolling out of the pink opening. “See? Need to clean that pussy up.”

“Poo … pussy …” Asuka mumbled. Musashi doubted she even knew where she was right now.

Mana placed the head of the brush against the tender cunt in front of her and began scrubbing vigorously, scrapping the bristles all over Asuka swollen pussy like it was nothing more than a dirty toilet bowl to be cleaned. Asuka barely reacted, but then Mana tightened her grasp on the brush handle and in one violent motion jammed the head whole into her vagina.

Asuka screamed, her body jerking spasmodically as fire suddenly exploded from her genitals—thousands of bristles prickling the tender walls of her cunt canal. For a moment Musashi thought she might try to stand, but all she managed was to kick her feet feebly at no one in particular, her arms flopping around uselessly.

“Oh shut up, pig.” Mari grabbed some toilet paper, cleaned filthy mix of sperm, saliva and tears off Asuka's painfully distorted face, and stuffed her mouth with it.

Meanwhile, Mana continued to pump the toilet brush in and out of German girl's vagina at an intense pace, partially withdrawing accompanied by a fresh surge of thick cunt cream and semen, before forcefully shoving it back in. Asuka‘s body twitched uncontrollably as if she were being electrocuted. Her eyes rolled even further back, muffled moans and groans escaped her lips.

“The piglet looks so cute!” Mari laughed, painfully twisting Asuka‘s right nipple while holding her down. “But she's still so dirty. I think she needs a good shower.”

The tall brunette lifted the hem of her pleated skirt, exposing her bare pussy—she had not replaced her panties after the class—and looked to Mana. Understanding, the other girl let go of the brush handle, now protruding from between Asuka's labia, and moved back. Mari stepped in front of Asuka and spread her legs so that she was practically straddling the toilet and the girl slumped on it. She leaned back, thrusting her pelvis forward, and started pissing on Asuka.

Musashi watched the strong yellow stream arch through the air, splashing down smack in the middle of Asuka's bare chest, creating a torrent of urine that cascaded down the unresponsive redhead's slender body, between and around her breasts and down her stomach. The acrid liquid washed away some of the cum but it was hardly an improvement. Asuka was soon completely drenched, covered a thick coat of hot piss as she was used like a human urinal.

As her stream began to weaken, Mari bucked her hips energetically. The movement sent her piss flying onto Asuka's slack face and into her mouth, soaking the toilet paper which had been stuffed there. Unable to swallow, most of the piss came rushing right back out, running down her chin, neck and chest.

After the last of the pee had dribbled out of her, Mari straightened up and turned to Mana. “How's that?”

Mana shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I guess it's as clean as she's going to get.“

Mari looked back at Asuka, lowering her skirt so it covered her pussy once more, then leaned in to slap the other girl's piss-soaked face as if trying to bring her back to her senses. Asuka didn't respond.

“She's still a dirty piglet so its fine,” Mari said, smiling at Mana. “I have friends who would be eager to meet her like this. How about it? We could charge a 100 yen each time.”

“Fine by me. Lets talk about it outside. This place is starting to reek.”

Mana reached into her backpack, took out Asuka's wrinkled clothes and threw them at her. Then she turned towards the door and finally noticed Musashi looking in through the gap.

“Ah, there you are,” she said with an irritatingly happy grin on her face. She pointed a thumb back to Asuka. “You can play with her now if you want. But she's pretty much wasted.”

Musashi had to fight the urge to yell at her.

Mari took a few more pictures of Asuka with her phone before following Mana out of the stall, leaving behind a scene of total human wreckage. But it was the blank, hopeless stare in Asuka's eyes said it all for Musashi. He stood there frozen as Mana and Mari walked by, chit-chatting happily like two normal teenage schoolgirls.

Musashi hesitated. Seeing Asuka in a state like this hurt him, but on the other hand the disgust of watching her panting and moaning like a bitch in heat under the fat guy was still too fresh. He wanted to help her and at the same time he wanted to strangle her. Was this what it meant to care for someone—care enough that he hated to see her with anyone else? Hated what had become of her?

Hated that he was the one most responsible for making her this way.

Finally, after a long moment standing there, Musashi took step towards Asuka, urine dripping off her limp body. Asuka's narrowed and blood-shot eyes rolled down and recognition flashed in those broken blue orbs. Musashi met her eyes, a sickening sensation in his stomach. He reached down and gently removed the toilet push from her abused pussy.

“Mmmusashee...” Asuka croaked. Her hand snaked down to spread her swollen red labia, exposing the glistening pink sheath and gaping vaginal canal within, cum still pouring out of her in a thin white stream. A drunken smile came to her face. “ … fuck me.”

Musashi's heart sank. He couldn't believe it. Even after all this—the pain, the hurt, the abuse and degradation—she still wanted to fuck.

Well, not this time. Not with him, and not with that filthy pussy of hers.

Fists clenched, his vision starting to become blurry, Musashi turned around and left. He didn’t even bother to close the door.

To be continued...
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