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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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Chapter List
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Notes: More perverted stuff. You bitches have been warned. Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read if you are under 18.

Stage 8: Party Hard.

Misato looked at her wrist watch and shook her head. She was sitting at an outdoor cafe table in one of Tokyo-3's busy restaurants, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. An untouched cup waited across from her.

“Late as always,” the purple-haired woman murmured. “I swear he would be late for his own wedding if he ever finds someone stupid enough to marry him.”

“If it were you at the altar, I would be two months early,” replied a familiar voice behind her back.

“Sadly, I am an intelligent woman,” Misato said, turning her head. “Your chances are slim.”

Ryouji Kaji stood right in front of her with that ever-present teasing twinkle in his dark blue eyes. After eight long years, he looked exactly like Misato remembered. His rugged face sported a faint 5-o-clock shadow, his dark brown hair tied up in a pony tail. His shirt was wrinkled, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a tie so lose it might as well have been an afterthought—which it probably was. Hell, he even smelled the same.

“Hello, Katsuragi,” Kaji said, taking a seat in front of her. “You look even better than the last time we saw each other.”

“I bet you say that to every girl you meet.” Despite herself, Misato’s lips tugged up, forming a tight half-smile.

“Just the attractive ones.”

“It's not like I'm trying,” Misato grumbled. “Not for you.”

“I am flattered.” Kaji reached across the table and placed his hand over Misato’s. “I missed you.”

The teasing humor was gone from his voice, which made Misato feel uncomfortable and look away. His tenderness surprised her. She hadn't expected that after the way things ended between them—the way she had ended it. Under different circumstances she might have tried to rekindle that lost romance, like she knew she wanted to, but that wasn't why she had come.

“I'm not here to play games,” she said, looking into her coffee cup. “Neither are you.”

With a deep sigh Kaji released her hand and leaned back in his chair. “Did you meet, Akagi?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t a pleasant meeting.”

Kaji looked at her. “Meeting old friends is not always pleasant.”

“Specially if those old friends are doing something fishy.” Misato shook her head in frustration. “I can’t really put a finger to it but I know that something is not right. There are just too many coincidences that point towards NERV…”

Kaji’s eyes narrowed.

“Do you still remember the Human Instrumentality Project?”

Misato lifted her head and stared, her brown eyes locked into his blue ones. “I thought it was abandoned after the Ikari incident.”

“Initially it was,” Kaji began, his gaze drifting past Misato’s shoulder as several black cars passed by on the street behind him.

“But…” Misato prompted.

“But it seems like Rokubungi revived it again.”

“That's ridiculous.” Misato shook her head. “It was an obvious failure, even back then.“

“It was. But now they are trying a different approach – through activation of the melanocortin receptors—”

“Aphrodisiacs?“ Misato interrupted him, a look of complete surprise on her face. “But that’s nonsense. It‘s impossible.”

Kaji waved her protests off. “I know, I know. Still, they seem to be convinced that they found a way and are already preparing to launch a beta test.”

“And that‘s why Ritsuko popped up again?” Misato frowned in thought. “You know, she was recently appointed as a nurse in my school.”

“I know.”

“And? Aren't you still working for NERV?”

Kaji shrugged under Misato‘s grim look. “Sometimes I wonder myself who I am working for and on which side I am.” He met her eyes firmly. “But I'm not one of them, if you are wondering. I don't like people being used as test subjects.”

Misato sighed, her voice softening slightly. “I'm sorry. You wouldn’t have talked to me in the first place if you were one of them.”

A teasing smile returned to Kaji‘s lips. “Maybe I am just using it as an excuse to bring an old flame back.”

“That would be useless,” Misato snorted. “I'm over you.”

Kaji leaned forward and placed a hand under his stubble covered chin, grinning at her. “Are you now?”

“It's been too long.”

The lively spark from his blue eyes were gone again. Misato almost felt guilty.

“It wasn‘t me who broke it off, you know.” His voice sounded almost... tired.

“I … I know,” Misato said, turning her eyes away.

An uncomfortable silence fell between them. People and cars continued to pass by on the sidewalk and street next to them, filling the air with the constant noise of the city. In the cafe, other couples sitting on the tables were all talking and seeming perfectly happy, boyfriends and girlfriends, husbands and wives. Misato envied them.

“So, how's Asuka doing?“ Kaji suddenly asked, trying to somehow restart the conversation.

Misato gave him a weary sigh. “Is that a former guardian speaking or a lolicon?” She rubbed her temples with a hand, scowling at her very cold coffee on the table. “Honestly. I don‘t know. She was doing fine, enjoying her school life with Shinji and her friends. She would never admit it, of course.”

“That‘s very typical for Asuka.”

Misato ignored him. “Recently she's been acting really weird, though. Not like herself. She's becoming more distant and detached. And she started going out with that Strasberg boy. I always thought she and Shinji...” she trailed off, not sure where she wanted to go with that.

“She is at that age,” Kaji said. “You know teenagers are never easy to understand.” He gave her his most charming smile. “Besides, if you worry too much then you will become old and wrinkled. I see some lines already.”

“My, how charming of you,” Misato answered dryly. “You must have women fainting right in front of you with such compliments.”

“Some do.” Kaji grinned.

“From shock, no doubt.”

“No doubt,” Kaji agreed, but his tone suggested otherwise.

“You are so annoying,” Misato groaned. “Why did I even come here?”

“Because you wanted to see me?” He suggested, his eyes once again teasing her.

Misato snorted, taking her cup and raising it to her lips. “Please. Cheap, cold coffee is better company than you. Any sane woman would be running away from you if she had a chance.”

He smiled, reaching across the table for her hand. “I don't see you running.”

*

Asuka walked out to the school courtyard during recess, and more than once had to turn away from the lewd comments thrown her way.

Ever since Ritsuko Akagi's special class the rumors about her promiscuity had spread like wildfire—the school idol had been used as a living anatomy model and then, nearly driven mad with lust, had sucked off an entire classroom full of boys, eaten out the girls and in the end was fucked like an animal in front of everyone by a disgusting fatso. Like with any such gossip many refused to believe it, but that was little comfort to Asuka.

When she finally came back to, slumped in a toilet stall, naked, stinking of cum and piss, and in pain, the only thing she could do was to sit there staring out absently, broken and empty. It was not until the next afternoon when Rei Ayanami had come to bring her some clothes and take her home.

Her pussy had ached for days afterward, though it was nothing compared to a shame so deep she thought about dropping out from school. And it certainly didn't hurt enough that it kept her from constantly masturbating, with her fingers but more and more with whatever objects she could find to shove in her cunt.

Then today, while the other students were still in class, Ritsuko had taken her to her office for another check-up. As before, she had been stripped naked and examined thoroughly inside and out, then, to her surprise, the nurse had returned her hair clips and allowed her to dress. Asuka was thankful for that, but having her pussy poked and prodded had created another problem for her.

Biting her lip, she hurried towards the far side of courtyard, where a large tree created a nice shade and, more importantly, some privacy.

She could feel the wetness of her wanton pussy dripping out of her, leaking into the soft cotton of her panties as she walked. She was always wet these days and there was seldom anything on her mind beside fucking and cumming. Unfortunately, Musashi was still angry with her and Keita was too busy with Rei to give her any attention. That left her only with masturbation for relief, or perhaps begging one of the other students to fuck her. Asuka hated the idea, but she had to admit she was becoming desperate.

The three was everything she could have hoped for. Asuka leaned against the far side, facing away from the school and prying eyes. Closing her eyes, she let her hand begin to work, cupping her pussy through the layers of clothes and applying pressure with her heel of her palm. It was delicious. She heard herself moan.

“You okay?”

Asuka jumped with a cry of surprise, whipping around to find Hikari standing there. She quickly hid her hand behind her back, though there was nothing she could do about the intense flush on her face. “W-what?”

“I saw you running,” Hikari said, her eyes dark with worry. “I thought something was wrong.”

Her friend was one of the few people who didn't think of her as a total slut so there was no way Asuka would tell her the truth.

“No, I just … I was just trying to get some shade.”

“You look tired.” Hikari averted her eyes. “Maybe planning this party is taking too much of a toll on you.”

Asuka blinked with surprise. “What party?”

“Yours,” Hikari said. “You know, for your birthday. Some of the boys were talking about it. They have invitations.” She pointed at a group of boys sitting around one of the wooden benches that lined the yard and passing around a piece of paper that looked like a greeting card. “See?”

Asuka didn't know what to say. She had certainly not been planning any party, and, in fact, had totally forgotten about her birthday. What did she have to celebrate anyway?

“Of course, you wouldn't have a birthday party without inviting me, right?” Hikari added, an expectant tone in her voice. “I mean, I'm your best friend after all.”

Asuka was lost. She could deny the whole thing, but she had a feeling that would only stoke Hikari's curiosity, since someone had clearly been going around handing out invitations to her non-existent birthday party. And the last thing she wanted was anybody—specially Hikari—being curious about her personal life.

“Yeah,” she said. “I guess I must have forgotten.”

That seemed to make her friend happy. “So I'm invited?”

“Um, yeah, sure. Excuse me.”

Stepping around the Class Rep., Asuka marched swiftly over to the group of boys. There were only a few students in the yard. Most preferred to take their breaks in the cafeteria or eating in the classrooms. Still, there was enough noise that she had to get fairly close to hear what the boys were talking about.

“I tell you, those images are the real deal. Real deal, man!”

“No fucking way. Don’t be stupid. It’s totally photoshoped.”

“Yeah, and a pretty bad ‘shop. I can tell from the pixels. Besides, she would never do anything like that.”

“I don’t know. I heard a couple of nasty rumors about her lately…”

“But still…”

They never saw her coming, so intent were they in their discussion. Asuka burst in among them like a wolf and placed her hands on her hips. “What the hell is this?”

The looks of terror on their faces just about made her day.

“Run! It’s the Red Devil!” a boy shouted, hastily dropping a bunch of pictures he was holding and running off. The rest of the boys followed suit, but as they tried to get away Asuka grabbed the one with the card by the arm and turned around to face her.

He was slender, with black hair and a round face. Asuka didn't recognize him, but he looked like he belonged to one of the junior grades.

“Where did you get that?” she asked sternly, pointing at the card with her nose.

“W-what, this?” the boy said, looking down at the card, then back when she shook him. “Someone gave it to me.”

“Who?” Asuka demanded, reaching up and taking him by the collar.

“Uh, well, I … ” the boy stammered uselessly. “I … I don't …”

Asuka grit her teeth. She snatched the card from his hand and when she opened it she saw that there were more pictures inside of it. Her eyes went wide.

One of the pictures showed a completely naked redheaded girl lying on her back on a tiled floor, her long legs held up by her ankles and spread wide by the tanned, muscular boy fucking her hard. Her sweaty face was flushed a bright red, her small, pale breasts mottled by faint bite marks and capped by erect nipples heaved into the air; her blue eyes were rolled back and her mouth hung open in an ecstasy-filled moan. A waterfall clear cunt juices leaked out from the place where the fat, vein covered cock stuffed the pink petal of the girl's vagina.

There could be no doubt the girl was Asuka.

Another shot showed the redhead with her face hovering near another girl’s hairy crotch, whom Asuka suspected belonged to Mana. In the photo, the redhead's long tongue was sticking out, a glistening string of saliva roping down from it as she tried to capture every single drop of the pungent flavor of female arousal dripping from the pussy in front of her.

Yet another picture showed her messy, cum-smeared face pressed against a sweaty male crotch and rubbing a large, wilting penis against her cheek. She was smiling, thick lines of white goo oozing over her lower lip and down her chin like cake batter.

Then there was another, very familiar image: Asuka over the school desk, tied down by her arms and legs, being banged madly by a disgustingly fat boy.

“Where the hell did you get those?!” Asuka fought the choking panic rising up her throat. “Tell me!”

“It … it is you, isn't it?” the boy said hesitantly, noticing the urgent change in Asuka's tone. “The most popular girl in school doing that … wow.”

A faint red hue came to Asuka's cheeks, but she couldn't bring herself to deny it. She looked at the pictures again and then at the boy. She had an idea.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?” she said bluntly, leaning towards him while pulling him to her by the collar of his shirt. “Is that it, little pervert? You wish it were you with me in those pictures?”

The boy was so shocked he couldn't even make a reply. His face colored a bright red and he made a whimpering noise.

He must have been a virgin, Asuka decided. She pressed her advantage, slithering a shapely thigh up against his groin. He tensed helplessly, and she could feel the bulge growing inside his pants.

“I suck your dick and you tell me where you got these from,” Asuka whispered in his ear. “Deal?”

She knew what the answer would be before he gave it.

Then he nodded.

*

Asuka did not even bother to ask his name as she pulled the boy behind a building where nobody could see and dropped down to her knees.

The boy certainly knew hers. He moaned it when she pulled open his pants, then moaned it again when she took him into her warm, soft mouth. Her head was soon bobbing up and down energetically between his legs. His hands clenched in her hair, following her pistoning motions but not guiding them. He didn't need to. Asuka knew exactly what to do.

She slurped on the meat stick like the experienced pro that she was, engulfing it whole with her warm mouth and running her tongue along the bottom, sucking gently until her cheeks sank in for added stimulation, her lips welded into a tight O. Her left hand cupped his slightly hairy balls while her right hand stroked his shaft, moving back and forth in time with her mouth. Sloppy wet noises rose to meet the boy's moans.

Barely three minutes later he was already at his limit as her wet tongue swirled around the sensitive bell of his cock and licked under the lose foreskin that hooded it. With a final groan, the boy tilted his head back and began spurting his sticky load into Asuka's mouth, filling it with the familiar taste of cum. Asuka flattened her tongue and suckled gently on his member to increase the pleasure of his release.

The boy closed his eyes, moaning in bliss, but Asuka continued to milk the head of his penis for the last drops of cum until there was nothing left.

She swallowed without any trouble, greedily gulping down the warm, watery seed. When it was all gone, she pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Ugh,” the boy gasped, slumping back against the side of the building, his face covered with sweat as he looked at the kneeling girl in front of him. “A blowjob from the hottest girl in school. You... you are really as good as they say.”

Asuka sent a glare his way, the taste of his semen lingering in her mouth. “Whatever. We had a deal.”

“Oh, yeah.” The boy sounded almost surprised. “The pictures are from Aida. He's always selling images of girls in their swimsuits or PE uniforms. But lately he started selling more hardcore stuff. Like some real, uncensored stuff. Mostly with you. I think I saw a couple with Ayanami.”

“What about this?” Asuka asked, taking the card she had seized earlier out of her pocket.

“Mana Kirishima gave it to me. She said she was throwing a birthday party for you and that she wanted a lot of people. She's been handing these out all over school.”

Asuka felt a coldness tighten her chest. She should have know that little bitch was involved with this. It seemed Mana had nothing better to do than making her life as miserable as possible. No doubt this so-called party was just another excuse to humiliate her, just like Ritsuko's class.

Having no more reason to be here, the angry redhead got to her feet. The boy moved after her, hastily trying to fix up his pants.

“Wait.” He reached out to grab her arm but Asuka quickly pulled away. “You are leaving? Just like that?”

Asuka laughed at him. “What, did you think I'd want to be your girlfriend or something? Don't be stupid.”

She hurried back to the school without giving him a second look, climbing stairs and passing a few other students who made the wise choice to stay out of her her way. She found as the short-haired girl was returning to her classroom and held up the card in front of her.

“I bet you thought this would be really amusing,” Asuka grumbled, waving the card, “but I'm not having a party.”

“Yes, you are,” Mana replied, seeming not the least bit concerned with Asuka's abrupt manner. It was the confidence of someone who knew she was in total control. “I've made up my mind.”

“It's my birthday!”

“You are my slave, cunt-chan. Slaves don't have birthdays.” Mana smiled cruelly. “But you'll have a party. Because that's what I want. Don't be such an ungrateful slut.”

“What the hell are you planning?” Asuka demanded, forgetting herself for a moment. “Hikari will be there. She saw people with invitations, and she wanted to come. I had to invite her or she would have been suspicious.”

Mana shrugged disinterestedly. “That's your problem. It'll just make things more fun for me.”

“But—”

“And you better dress accordingly,” the younger girl added. “If I see you wearing any of your usual rags I'll make you strip naked and parade in front of everyone you know. You'll be kissing feet and licking assholes 'til your tongue drops off.”

Asuka had little doubt that she would do it, too. The thought of being forced to lick Hikari's shoes and eat her ass made her shiver helplessly. Hikari would never understand, and she probably would never forgive her either. She didn't want her friend thinking she was a total sex addicted slut.

“Are you done whining?” Mana's tone indicated she was at the end of her patience. “Get lost before I decide you need some discipline.”

Asuka decided she had better do as her mistress said. She remembered what happened the last time she had angered her at school and she didn't want a repeat.

The rest of the day passed with her sitting at her desk, anxiously trying to avoid thinking about this party Mana was forcing on her. But no matter how hard she tried, every part of her knew this would be one birthday she wouldn't soon forget.

The doorbell rang again and once more Asuka felt butterflies in her stomach as she went to answer it. The birthday girl wore a short one-piece white dress with thin red shoulder straps, red trim along the hem and a red bow on the front. On her feet were red leather heels that did wonders to enhance the already shapely contours of her long legs. Her sultry lips had a pink gloss on them, and she had just enough make-up on to highlight her pretty features and bright blue eyes. Her hair was pinned up by her usual pointed red clips, but she had washed it and fluffed it so it was scented and extra silky.

When Mana had first seen her earlier that evening she had still threatened to have her receive her guests in the nude, gagged and with dildos stuffed in both holes, but she relented in the end. It just wouldn't do to expose her like that to people who might not all be as agreeable to sexual humiliation and torment as she was. Asuka knew it was only a temporary reprieve.

At the door, she managed a small, tensed smile and was greeted by pecks on her cheek and hugs from the two girls who came in.

“Do you have invitations?” Asuka asked.

One of the guest, a slender blonde girl Asuka didn't recognize, blinked in puzzlement. “What d'you mean?”

So far Asuka had welcomed two different types of guests. The ones Mana had personally invited carried the cards Asuka had seen, and she was instructed to send them over to the second floor where Mana waited for them. They were mostly boys, some from Ritsuko's class, and more than one had tried to grab and grope her. The other guests were either invited by other people or simply invited themselves and hung out in the living room with Hikari and Shinji. The cards made it easy to identify who was who.

“Nevermind,” Asuka said, waving her hand and making a show of smiling.

She took the newly-arrived guests to the living room and saw Hikari, who had been talking with another girl from school, raise her head at their entrance and give her a strange look. She didn't recognize these people either. Asuka could only offer her best friend a small shrug and an apologetic smile.

That was when Asuka noticed Shinji watching her closely. For a moment his gaze met hers before he turned away. Asuka really wished he'd have somewhere else to be, but what could she do? She couldn't keep a birthday party in his own house a secret and it wasn't like she could make him leave. Besides, Mana had insisted that he be there.

As if on cue, the brown-haired boy was suddenly pulled into an exited hug by Mana. His face suggested he wanted to resist, but his so-called girlfriend led him to the center of the room with the other couples and made him dance with her, much to his embarrassment. Asuka‘s eyes narrowed at the scene. Looking across the room, she found Musashi standing sourly in the corner, also watching Mana and Shinji.

“Idiot,” Asuka whispered.

Despite the fact that Musashi had been one of the earliest guests Asuka had barely spoken to him. He made a pointed attempt to ignore her throughout the evening, which sent the quick-tempered redhead seething. Even now, as he caught her eyes, he instantly turned his back towards her.

Asuka didn't have any hopes about him, but it still hurt to be ignored like that on her birthday. Why the hell had he come, anyway?

The door bell rang again. Asuka went to get it.

Her heart sank as soon as she opened the door and recognized the older girl standing on the other side, wearing a short green skirt and green blouse, her brunette hair tied up in twin pony tails, sharp green eyes peering out from behind oval-shaped glasses.

“How's your birthday party, piggy?” Mari greeted, stepping inside before Asuka could stop her. “Having fun?”

“It was fine before you showed up,” Asuka angrily replied. “What are you doing here?”

“It‘s nice to see you too. Oh, and Mana invited me, of course.”

Asuka forced a grimace. “Listen, I appreciate you coming and all but could you just go home? It’s already getting crowded.”

“Oh, don‘t mind me. You will barely notice I'm around,” Mari said. The hungry grin that came to her face promised something else. “And I was invited by your mistress, so it’s fine for me to stay. By the way, nice dress you have there. It's rather sexy with those heels. I like it. Makes me want to fuck you right here and now.”

Asuka could only gaped at her crudeness.

“Would you mind lowering your voice?” she hissed, looking over her shoulder. Thankfully there was no one in sight.

Mari pushed up against her, trapping her in a corner. "Don‘t be such a prude, silly. No one can see us. And I really meant what I said. You look beautiful.”

The older girl raised her hand and traced a finger gently across Asuka‘s jaw line, down her slender neck, stroking her collarbone, and lower. Despite her denials, Asuka was still affected by Mari‘s close touch. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs and the itch that came with it.

Sensing her weakness, Mari reached down inside her dress, grasping one of the excited nubs through the bra and twisting it back and forth. Asuka tried to jump back but Mari held firmly onto her and in just a few seconds she was rewarded by the nipple stiffening against her touch through the thin layers of cloth.

“You're feeling sexy right now, aren't you?” the bespectacled girl purred. “You're just a horny little piglet, even with all these people during your birthday party. I bet your pig cunt's getting wet, isn't it?”

Asuka‘s breath caught in her throat as the other girl‘s touch sent sexual sensations through her body.

“N-not here,” she protested, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.

Ignoring her, Mari continued molesting her cherry-sized nipples through the fabric for several seconds. Then she reached down with her other hand and slipped it under the short hem of Asuka's dress.

“No … ” Asuka gasped as Mari's hand found the gusset of her panties. “Not he-Ahh!”

Mari rubbed slowly, savoring the feeling of the moist cloth sliding over the smooth lips beneath and poking her slender middle finger between the swollen labia. Asuka gasped as Mari applied more pressured, tormenting her through her panties, teasing. Mari wiggled her finger in response and smiled.

“What's the matter?” Mari slowly circled her finger around the redhead‘s clit, drawing another low moan and a surge of fresh moisture from her. Then she actually broke contact, holding her hand a fraction of an inch away from the panties, close enough that she could still feel the heat emanating from the younger girl‘s core.

Asuka flinched as Mari began lifting the front of her dress. “No.” She tried to pry the older girl’s hands away from her privates, but Mari was stronger and refused to give. “Someone will see.”

“Then lets go somewhere they wont.”

Mari started sliding her palm up and down, again rubbing Asuka's crotch through her panties. The redhead grabbed her wrist to make her stop.

No, a tiny voice cried inside Asuka's head. She's making you feel good. She's not trying to hurt you. She wants you!

And suddenly Asuka wanted her too.

“Let’s go to the bathroom,” she hissed and turned. Mari followed her closely.

The bathroom door had barely time to close before Mari pushed Asuka up against the wall and pressed her well curved body tightly over her. Moving with lighting speed, the brunette sent her hand under the hem of Asuka's dress once more, beneath her panties, to grab her firm ass and press the disgraced teen's pelvis even closer.

Asuka opened her mouth to protest, but Mari wrapped her other hand around the back of her neck and captured her lips in a kiss. An involuntary whimper escaped Asuka as she found her mouth being filled with tongue. Girl tongue.

Placing her hands on Mari‘s waist, she tried to push the tall girl away out of instinct, to break this perverted act. She couldn't. Mari pressed on, pinning her to the wall as she all but devoured her.

Eventually, the sheer sensation of the kiss, as well as the soft massage of her nape and the sensuous groping of her buttocks, left the struggling teen lightheaded. Her resistance waned and soon Asuka felt herself giving in, her own tongue swirling passionately around Mari‘s, her hands dropping limply by her side.

She is the predator, Asuka thought helplessly. I am the prey.

She didn't notice when Mari slid off the shoulder straps of her dress, but the flimsy garment seemed to just glide down her slender frame. Unlike the usual plain cotton underwear she wore to school, tonight she had chosen a pair of dainty, low-slung panties decorated with pink stripes on white cotton held together with pink bands around the sides. Her bra was a solid pink, with thin spaghetti straps around her shoulders and well fitted to her small, budding breasts.

Asuka had told herself that she wanted to avoid lines showing under her dress and thus the need for skimpier underwear, but the reality was she liked wearing such pretty things. And it was her birthday—she could indulge if she wanted to.

Mari couldn't have cared less, and with a quick tug the panties joined the dress on the floor. Starkly aware of her own nudity, Asuka felt her face color as the older girl continued their sloppy, wet kiss. Their tongues rubbed and danced around each other. Then Mari sucked Asuka‘s lower lip into her mouth, biting and pulling on it as she finally broke the kiss. Both girls were breathing hard, their lips swollen from the force of the kiss.

“You are so sexy, piglet,” Mari whispered, her lips merely an inch away from Asuka's open mouth. “I could eat you all up.”

The whisper faded, but her lips moved up to nibble at the naked girl's earlobe, the tip of her hot tongue darting into her ear, stopping just to take a bite on the lobe. Then she moved her mouth lower again, leaving a warm trace of butterfly kisses along the redhead‘s jaw line, her tongue licking up the sweat from the velvet skin.

Asuka moaned as the lips moved down her chin, to her slender throat.

”My slutty lesbian pig,” Mari murmured passionately, kissing the pulse of the younger girl‘s throat.

“Mmmhhmmmm.” Asuka closed her eyes and leaned her head back, melting with the sensation of those hot, soft lips nuzzling her throat.

“God, you are such wanton lesbo.” Mari‘s released her grip on Asuka's neck and moved her hand down her back, running her index lightly along the hollow of the spine. Holding the other teen close to her, she started rubbing her thigh over the redhead‘s pussy, until the entire area was shiny and slick with wetness as more honey oozed freely from between her legs.

Asuka shuddered again, her senses slowly becoming overwhelmed, each one of her ass cheeks now firmly in Mari's hands.

“You're pretty hairy down there,” Mari murmured, digging her fingers into Asuka's tender globes like claws.

Asuka picked up the pace, humping the other girl's as much to escape the pain as to increase her pleasure. Her heat was palpable, a heady, pungent scent of arousal.

“Your mistress told you to dress up, didn't she?” Mari asked, sliding her left hand between them and giving Asuka‘s red pubic hair a not-so-gentle tug. “You didn't even bother to trim that bush. Shame on you.”

Asuka didn't know what she was talking about, nor did she understand why Mari suddenly stopped having her way with her and pulled back.

“Get out of those clothes,” the brunette ordered. “Come on.”

Almost in a daze and clad only in her bra, the redhead clumsily stepped out of her dress and panties, the latter of which got caught on her heels and nearly made her trip as Mari led her to the sink.

“Now, lift that pretty leg of yours.”

Shaking her head, Asuka lifted her right leg in the air and let Mari hook it over the edge of the sink.

“Keep it like that.” Mari turned on the faucet and used her hands to splash some water on Asuka’s curly pussy hair, matting the soft curls down.

Asuka bit her lip, cold water running down her thighs as slick finger tips brushed teasingly across her swollen vulva. Her tiny clitoris was rock hard and peeking out of its hood, just begging to be played with.

Once she was happy with how wet her toy's pussy was, Mari turned the water off and pointed at the toilet. “Sit and spread your legs. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Asuka pulled the lid down and sat her bare ass carefully on it. The plastic was cold at first but it soon warmed under her bottom and the water made it stick to her skin, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. She opened her legs wide almost as an afterthought, watching Mari rummage around the room. When the brunette finally approached, she quickly got down on her knees between Asuka‘s legs and arranged the items she had brought on the floor: a disposable razor, a pair of small scissors, and a can of shaving cream.

Asuka knew immediately what she was going to do.

“Lean back, piglet. Relax. This won't hurt.”

Though she was terrified on the inside, Asuka did as she was told without protest, leaning back on the toilet and looking down her body at the sparse bush atop her entrance. She wasn't hairy to begin with, but she had always been proud of her peach fuzz. Like her budding breasts, it was a symbol of her sprouting womanhood. Now it was to be no more and there was nothing she could do about it.

She gasped as cool fingers pulled her pussy lips obscenely open, exposing her pink tunnel inside. More fingers moved over her sex, grabbing the layer of skin over her clit and pulling it back.

“Your clit is so red and pretty,” Mari said.

For a moment, Asuka wondered what her clit had to do with this but then it was all forgotten as Mari's fingers descended on it with a harsh pinch.

“Ah!” Asuka jolted, a shock coursing through her body. Mari continued rubbing on the head of her clit until it was slippery wet from her juices. Her sex was dripping now, leaking steadily onto the toilet lid.

Before long she felt a finger right at the opening of her wet cunt. It teased her, barely entering her and tickling her there for a moment. Then another finger slid into her and she felt them moving around inside her, twisting and turning, corkscrewing her soft flesh, making her whimper with pleasure.

“Look, your pussy hole sucks my finger. It clamps down and doesn’t let go. Such a greedy cunt.” Mari giggled, sliding her fingers in and out repeatedly, drawing more juice which now coated most of her hand, Asuka’s bottom and the toilet lid. Then she stopped and with a loud, wet plop pulled her fingers free from the redhead’s twitching vagina.

Asuka groaned in frustration and thrust her pelvis in a feeble attempt to pump herself on those long fingers again. It was stupid and wanton, but at the moment she didn't care. Whatever Mari was, she certainly knew how to pleasure another girl.

“Aww, you are such a lovely, horny piglet,” Mari cooed. “But first things first.”

She picked up the small scissors. Asuka grabbed onto the sides of the toilet and closed her eyes, not willing to witness the shameful act.

Mari took a few curly strands of her pubic hair between her fingers and started carefully snipping them off. She worked methodically over the area, cutting away all the long hairs, leaving only a damp finely-trimmed stubble. The discarded hair fell into a small pile on the wet lid.

Then Asuka heard the sound of the cream leaving the can and shuddered as Mari began to coat her pubic area and swollen labia with the cold foam. A little trickle ran down from her pungently smelling pink hole at this new sensation. Mari continued to lather the raised mound between her legs, until the layer of shaving cream was spread all around the glistening flesh of inner labial lips.

Mari then picked up the razor and began to shave her, starting with the swollen pussy lips though they hardly had any hair. Asuka gasped as Mari slowly inserted two fingers into her gaping vulva, trapped the edge of her labia between her fingers and pulled it tight, stretching it out and giving the razor in her other hand a clean, smooth surface to shave.

“Hold still,” she told Asuka. “I don't want to cut your pussy.”

The bespectacled girl continued with the razor, being very careful not to let it catch or nick Asuka anywhere. Her thumb pushed on the Asuka's clit as she quickly proceeded to shave the hair on the top of her mound.

Asuka shivered, biting her lip as she felt the scrapping swipes of the razor reveal more and more skin. It seemed to take forever as her maturity was slowly stripped away, but then Mari patted her soaped pussy and declared she was done.

Asuka opened her eyes and looked down, expecting to find her pussy had been shaved bald. Instead, she saw that there was a heart-shaped patch of neatly-trimmed pubic hair adorning the top of her otherwise hairless cunt. Specks of shaving cream clung to her lips and the sides of her vulva, making it stand out, and even her clit seemed more prominent, with a tiny piece of white foam sitting on the scarlet tip.

“Now you are ready to take part in your birthday party without shaming yourself,” Mari announced happily, moving back. “Wipe yourself and get dressed. Your guests are waiting.”

Asuka climbed off the sticky lid, reached for some toilet paper and began carefully wiping her pussy, hissing at the feeling of the paper rub against her freshly-shaved skin. Then she went to get her clothes.

Mari smiled and watched as the teen trot on her heels towards the crumpled dress on the floor. The smile deepened when the redhead bent over to pick the dress up.

“Where are my panties?” Asuka asked, turning back to Mari.

“Oh, I guess you want these back.” Mari pulled a pair of wrinkled panties out of her pocket—Asuka recognized them immediately as her own. Mari extended her hand, but when Asuka tried to snatch her panties away from her the older girl yanked her hand back. “Nuh-uh, not so fast.”

With a mischievous expression on her face, Mari crumpled Asuka's panties in her hands and tossed them in the garbage can.

“Hey!” Asuka yelled, rushing forwards. Mari pulled her back and spun her around. “Those are expensive!” the redhead complained.

“Piggies don't need underwear,” Mari said calmly. “Take off your bra.”

Asuka bit her lip in reluctance, looking down at the crumpled panties, and reached around behind her back. She undid the clasp of her bra and wriggled the garment lose, handing it over to Mari. It joined her panties in the garbage.

“Now get dressed before I decide you don't need clothes either,” Mari ordered, giving her a shove.

Not wanting to give her a reason to make good on her threat, Asuka hastily slipped on her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles and tugging the hemline as low as it would go. Suddenly it seemed much shorter than she remembered.

“I can't!” she cried out. “What if someone sees?”

Mari shrugged. “Well, you grew up in Europe, didn't you? Just say you picked up some daring fashions while you were there. Being bold suits you better than being shy.”

“Not THIS bold!” Asuka angrily pulled up her hem, revealing her bare pussy and the heart-shaped pubic hair shaved atop her soft mound.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, piglet. It'll be fine,” Mari said, slapping her ass as she walked by. “Enjoy your party.”

Asuka watched Mari step out of the bathroom and tried to settle her rapid heartbeat. She considered staying in the bathroom, or taking her underwear out of the trash and putting it on, but after a few moments decided against it – Mari or Mana would surely check on her, and she did not want to think about what they might do if they found her disobeying.

And while the hem of her skirt could be longer, it wasn’t like she was flashing her pussy and ass with every step. As long as she didn't bend over, move abruptly or let the skirt ride up when sitting she should be fine.

Taking a steadying breath and checking her dress one last time, Asuka opened the bathroom and walked out. She crossed the kitchen, each step sending a light gust of air rushing over her exposed privates under the dress. The sounds of voices and loud music from the party filled the house with a throbbing rhythm. Asuka rounded the corner, into the hallway.

She didn't see Shinji Ikari until she ran headlong into him.

“Idiot!” Asuka yelled as she stumbled backwards, bracing against the wall to keep from falling on her ass.

The brown-haired boy was much less startled, though probably because he wasn't the one going around in a short revealing dress and no panties. That would have been creepy. Instead, he wore a pair of long khakis and a collared polo shirt.

Asuka pushed off the wall and straightened up. “What do you want?” she barked.

“I … I just wanted to talk to you,” Shinji said.

“Well?” Asuka crossed her arms over her chest and regarded the boy with an icily glare. “I’m here. Talk.”

Of course it wasn’t right to treat Shinji like that, but Asuka would rather die than admit anything in front of him. Another uncomfortable pause fell between them.

“Umm,” Shinji fidgeted anxiously, then finally collected his nerve and raised his head. “I know I should have done this sooner, but ...” Smiling sheepishly, he held out a small red box. “Happy birthday, Asuka.”

She had not expected that—she didn't expect anything from him. He was only there because she couldn't bring herself to kick him out of the house. And yet …

“I guess it's better late than never,” she said, her voice oddly warm as she took the box and opened it. Her eyes widened.

With a sort of care she didn't normally show, Asuka removed a silver necklace from the box and held it up to her chest, admiring the way it settled in her shallow cleavage. The chain was rather long and delicate, with a green teardrop-shaped stone in a silver setting. It was obviously fake, of course, but a really gorgeous-looking fake.

For a moment Asuka playfully thought of asking him to help her put the necklace on, then simply reached behind her neck and closed the clasp. The chain fell well below her breastbone, leaving the green stone dangling in front of her between her small breasts.

“Thank you,” Asuka murmured, looking down absently at her fingers as they played with the pretty stone. She wasn’t used to thanking other people.

Shinji knew that. He shook his head and gave her a gentle smile.

“It suits you.”

“Yeah…” Asuka whispered. They stood like that, barely a hand reach away from each other, him looking at her and her twirling the green stone between her fingers. The silence was heavy between them, words unsaid and things undone but not uncomfortable.

Finally, Shinji spoke, “We should go back.”

“Yeah.”

Neither moved, and Asuka thought that if Shinji had wanted to grab her and kiss her and bend her over the kitchen table and take her right there she would have let him. He just had to dare. He just had to try. Please try, she begged silently. Please.

It was a fantasy; she had a better chance of becoming a virgin again than Shinji showing some backbone. When his shoulders slumped and he turned towards the hallway she knew she was right.

He doesn't have it in him, Asuka thought with a pang of regret. He doesn't have it in him to rape me.

*

Asuka wasn’t sure how much time passed exactly, but it was enough for her to have a few drinks and grow a little dizzy. It was hard at first to get used to moving around without wearing anything under her very thin, very short dress. All she could think about was her exposed pussy and her bare ass underneath. Every look stripped her naked, every light brush molested her.

Eventually the alcohol began to take its toll. She felt warm and more relaxed, as if heated by some internal furnace, not unlike the furnace between her legs. It no longer seemed to matter that she wasn't wearing any panties, or how short her dress was, or how much she wanted to fuck. The party was all around her. She even allowed herself to dance with a few people, though she had a scary moment when she spun carelessly and caused the hem of her dress to billow out a little too high. Luckily she had been dancing close to the wall and there was no one behind her to witness the accident but she decided to sit out the high-tempo songs from then on.

To her credit, she still managed to have at least one dance with most of the boys, and she danced with Shinji twice. The idiot was pretty awful. She had to take the lead and be careful that he wouldn't step on her toes, and she complained constantly, but she still enjoyed it. In fact, the party as a whole was turning out much better than she expected.

Her latest dance partner was half-a-head shorter than her despite being two years her senior. He was an older brother to one of her classmates. Unfortunately, he was also as boring as a fence post, and seemed determined to prove it by talking while he danced, as if she could have any interest in anything he had to say. Asuka just nodded and smiled at his completely forgettable face, and when the music stopped she turned her back on him before he could thank her or, god forbid, ask her for another dance.

By then she was breathing heavily, sweaty, and thirsty. Grabbing a glass of champagne, she spotted Hikari standing near the back wall, alone, and strutted towards her.

“You sure are popular tonight,” Hikari had to shout to be heard over the music.

“It's my natural charm,” Asuka huffed as she leaned against the wall next to her friend.

“Or the shortness of your dress,” Hikari teased. There was a look of mild disapproval on her face. Her own blue dress reached well below her knees and she had cardigan over it so she wasn't even showing her shoulders. “It’s very lovely, by the way, but don't you think it's a little too revealing?”

She didn't have a clue, Asuka thought.

“Everything is too revealing for your taste,” she said. “It's my birthday. I can show off a little if I want. Besides, it could be worse. Remember my swimsuit?”

“I do,” Hikari said with a blush.

The last time they'd gone to the beach in Okinawa the Class Rep. had worn a green one-piece that was quite conservative and just the sort of thing she always wore. Asuka, on the other hand, had been far more daring, clad in a small black bikini with red stars on the cups of her top and her butt. The bikini covered all it needed to, barely, but it had still drawn plenty of looks from boys and men alike. Hikari had been so embarrassed simply to be seen next to her that after a while she asked Asuka to wrap a towel around her waist.

Asuka sipped some champagne from the glass and glanced sideways at her friend. “So how come I don’t see you dancing? Is there a new trend about being a wallflower at your best friend’s birthday party?”

“I’m… I’m not really interested in dancing,” Hikari said, looking sullenly across the room. Her gaze fixed, predictably, on Touji Suzuhara. The jock was standing in a corner, dressed in actual clothes for a change instead of that ridiculous track outfit he liked to wear at school.

“You know you could always go talk to him,” Asuka ventured. “It’s not like that monkey has the brains to make the first move. And monkeys dance.”

Hikari's shoulders stiffened. She slowly shook her head. “I don’t want to dance with Suzahara.”

Asuka rolled her eyes and took another sip. “Sure you don’t. That’s why you are drooling all over him.”

“I am not drooling over anyone!” Hikari shouted, then caught herself and finished with an angry whisper. “Besides, you shouldn't talk. I saw you ogling Strasberg-kun.”

Asuka snorted. “Oh puh-lease. As if I don’t have anything better to do than staring at that dork.”

Despite herself, she threw a dark glare at Musashi. At that point the only thing she would have liked more than to dance with him would have been to fuck him. She couldn't tell Hikari that, thought.

“Hey, looks like you two are having fun!”

Asuka jumped at the sound of Mari's excited voice and gave a cry as a slap landed across her bottom.

“Excuse me?” Hikari eyed the newcomer with curiosity.

“Oh, don't mind me. I'm a friend of Asuka's,” Mari explained with a wide smile. She sidled next to the redhead until their shoulders were rubbing together. “We met just recently but we found we had a lot of things in common. My name is Mari Illustrious Makinami.”

That was when Asuka felt Mari's hand go under the back of her dress, followed by a slender finger gently tracing the cleft between her bare buttocks, up and down all the way to her exposed pussy. It took the better part of her resolve to keep from crying out.

“Pleased to meet you.” Hikari bowed to Mari. “I am Hikari Horaki.”

Asuka couldn’t help but wonder how her friend would react if she new that this girl she was so casually conversing with was nothing short of a sadistic sex fiend. She stepped free from Mari's exploring finger and glared at the brunette with barely controlled anger.

“I thought you were staying on the second floor,” she grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.

“I was.” Mari met her gaze with cool confidence. “Mana asked me to bring you up. Your guests on the second floor are feeling a little neglected.”

Asuka bit her lip, knowing she didn't have a choice.

“It’s alright, Asuka,” Hikari interrupted. “You should go. We can't hog you all night.”

“Great!” Mari playfully smacked Asuka's rear again, then took her by the arm and lead her away.

Almost as soon as they moved to the hallway, out of sight of the party, Asuka turned on Mari and hissed angrily, “What the hell was that? Hikari is my friend. What if she found out?”

“Relax, piglet. Come on. Your mistress is waiting.” Mari pulled Asuka along with her up the stairs and led her to the large studio room on the second floor which Mana had appropriated for her little private party. She knocked on the door. “It's me. I brought the pig.”

The door opened and Mari unceremoniously shoved Asuka inside. Stumbling forward, the redhead was confronted by Rei Ayanami, totally naked and bent over at the waist. The words 'Happy Birthday' had been sloppily written with red lipstick across her pale white buttocks, and there was sort of green cardboard tube stuffed in her asshole, its flat base pointed at Asuka. And Rei wasn't the only one who was naked.

There were more than a dozen boys in room, some of whom Asuka recognized from Ritsuko's class and all is different states of undress. Of the girls, Asuka recognized Mana and Yoko, the later of which was missing her skirt to reveal a pussy that was as wet as it was fat and hairy. Mana wore a pretty pink party dress with bows and ruffles. Another bow clung to her hair, a blue satin ribbon that matched the bracelets around her wrists. Like most of the other people in the room, she was barefoot. Kensuke was there too, holding his camera, but Asuka was relieved to find Shibou was missing.

“Happy birthday whore!” The group shouted as one. Then Mana said, “Now, Blue!”

Rei wrinkled her face in effort and clenched her ass, squeezing the green tube with her asshole. Nothing happened. Annoyed, Mana padded up to Rei and slapped her hard over her bottom, leaving angry red hand prints and smearing the lipstick on the white skin.

“Come on, stupid cow!” Mana slapped the albino even harder.

Rei gritted her teeth, her face brightly red and soaked in perspiration. The muscles of her ass, thighs, pussy and lower stomach tensed and trembled as she struggled to squeeze the tube with all her might. A small trickle of juice dripped out of her pussy, her hands clenched around her knees. Finally, with a loud pop, the tube's base burst open and shot a small puff of confetti and paper streamers up in the air. The room erupted in loud cheers and applause.

Asuka felt Mari place her both hands on the small of her back, then her soft voice whispered into her ear, “Stop staring and go greet your mistress, piglet.”

As Asuka found herself being guided towards Mana she saw Yoko taking Rei by the hair and pulling her to the sofa, the empty tube still sticking out of of the albino girl's anus.

“You took your time, cunt,” Mana said when Asuka was in front of her. The redhead could tell she was very angry. “We were getting bored. Do you know it’s the sign of being a bad host to leave your guests unattended?”

Asuka barely had time to utter a word in response before she felt Mana's palm striking her across the face and fell back rubbing her cheek.

“I'm not interested in what you have to say for yourself,” Mana barked, her hand a bright red. “I'm only interested in is how you are going to entertain us now. It'd better be good after you kept us waiting so long.”

“How about doing a show for us?” Mari chipped in. “You know, dancing and stripping.”

Mana considered it. “I don't see anything attractive in this old hag’s body, but I guess it would do.”

Asuka wasn't so sure about that.

“Listen—” she started to protest, but was instantly silenced when Mana grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her closer.

“No, YOU listen, cunt,” Mana snapped, glaring angrily into Asuka's wide, frightened eyes. “We waited way too long for you. Next time you won't get off so easily.”

Asuka gulped her own saliva, afraid Mana was about to hit her again. Instead, her mistress pushed her away and went to stand to the side. Someone, Asuka didn't see who, turned up the music and dimmed the lights. She stood there frozen for a moment, looking down at the carpet, not sure what to do. She didn't want to strip. She didn't want to be naked in front of so many people. And yet, with their eyes on her, watching, she could help feeling a tinge of excitement.

I don't have a choice, the redhead thought as she reached for the hem of her dress, trying to ignore the uncomfortable wetness between her legs when she moved.

“Boring!” Mana yelled. “Move. Shake your hips. You know, strip!”

Asuka gritted her teeth and glared at Mana, ready to sell her soul this very moment just for the chance to tear that little bitch’s eyes out and skin her alive. Slowly, she started to shake her hips in rhythm with the music, back and forth, letting the movement carry up and down her body. The music throbbed in her ears, faster, faster, faster. Her hands reached up to cup her breasts, her hips gyrating with an increasing her pace.

”That's better,” Mari encouraged her. “Now shake that hot ass for us.”

Asuka spun around, swinging her hips attractively and shaking her rear, a flash of her bare ass visible under the helm of her dress. She let the music fill her movements with its energy, and heard the catcalls from the crowd as they watched her, growing as heated as she was. Raising her arms in the air, she tossed her head around, sending waves of her air in every direction. Her pelvis snaked from side to side. Shinji‘s necklace twirled wildly around her neck.

It wasn't long before she began to get into it. The dim lights, dozens of eyes peeled to her body, the heat of the moment, the quick throbbing rhythm overwhelmed her self-consciousness. She arched her back, accentuating the curve of her ass, spreading her legs, her whole body gyrating with the music's penetrating tempo. Her short hem flared up almost to her waist with each careless twist and turn, exposing her sensual white thighs, naked bottom and swollen pussy lips in their full glory

But she knew it wasn't enough.

Thinking quickly, Asuka hooked her fingers under the straps of her dress and slipped them off. The thin cloth slid down, exposing her small breasts and smooth back. She then quickly caught the dress around her waist, embracing it closer to herself, not ready to be fully naked just yet.

They watched her turn her back to them, her skirt pulled tightly over her firm ass, her hips swinging back and forth. Asuka spread her shapely legs at shoulder distance and then, slowly, leaned forward. Her red hair spilled all over the floor as she bent over. Her hem rode up. There were whistles and catcalls as her bare ass was fully displayed.

Her world upside down, Asuka flashed the guests a sexy smile and winked, belatedly noticing the mobile phones filming and snapping pictures of her privates.

“Heh, your cunt is getting a lot of stretching lately it seems,” Mana teased. Mari chucked next to her.

The music picked up. Asuka straightened up, spinning around, tossing her head and gyrating her pelvis back and forth. Her arms went quickly behind her neck, laced together, and the dress slipped completely off. She felt a prickle of shame, but not as much she had expected. It wasn't the first time she was naked in front of a large crowd.

Now clad only Shinji‘s necklace and her heels, she pranced around without losing the rhythm. Her slender nude body glimmered with sweat in the dim light of the room, small pert breasts bouncing free, capped by hard pink nipples, tight ass wiggling. The audience whistled with each sensual step, showering her in their desire.

Asuka couldn’t help herself; her body moved almost on its own, swinging to the beat of the music.

“Use the lamp!" someone yelled.

Asuka turned her head and noticed the lamp in the corner. It was tall, with a skinny metal pole finished in matte black that reached almost all the way to the roof and a wide screen at the top. Fighting back the urge to argue, she pranced towards it and grabbed the metal pole with both hands, wedged it between her legs and began thrusting her pelvis in her best imitation of a stripper.

Her shaved pussy lips pressed into the cold metal, leaving a glistening trail of wetness as she humped the pole. She spread her legs, allowing the hard metal to sink deeper between her loose outer lips, until it was rubbing her wet inner pussy. More and more of her juices dribbled out of her and onto the pole; Shinji‘s necklace swung across her bare breasts as she tossed her shoulders back and forth.

Then, in the middle of this perverted show, Mari stood up and took Asuka by the hand.

“Come over here, piglet.” The brunette led Asuka back to her chair and sat down. “Do a little lap dance for me.”

Asuka didn't want to, but she knew this was preferable to the other things Mana or Mari could do to her. She had to be as sexy as possible. After a moment of hesitation she positioned herself so that she was almost straddling Mari, legs spread and knees bent. She placed her hands on the armrests and began thrusting.

Looking like a spoiled child playing with her new toy, Mari wrapped one hand on the redhead‘s narrow waist and cupped the other over her tender bottom as it swayed from left to right, kneading the soft, sweaty flesh. Asuka pressed further, leaning forward until her breasts were nearly rubbing against the older girl‘s face and the necklace swung between them. Mari frowned and pulled back.

“What the hell is this thing?” Mari asked angrily, grabbing Asuka's necklace. “It keeps getting in the way.”

The brunette tried to yank the necklace away but Asuka yelped and clutched it protectively. “It's a gift!” she cried. “Shinji gave it to me!”

That peaked Mana‘s interest. “Take it off,” she ordered.

But Asuka decided to disobey. The necklace was important to her, maybe more so than her dignity at this point. “No!”

“Take it off, stupid cunt!” Mana spat. “Now!”

“I have a better idea,” Mari said. She unlocked the necklace and before Asuka could object clasped it around the redhead’s slim waist. It was a loose fit, barely clinging to her hips, the stone bumping against the heart-shaped pubic hair. “There. Looks much better.”

Mana didn't seem too happy. Asuka glared back at Mari but she said nothing. Better this than having the necklace taken away from her.

With the thin chain now framing her otherwise bare hips, the naked girl climbed on the chair and put her knees next to Mari's thighs, straddling her. Mari grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her forward, until Asuka was practically sitting on her lap. The brunette quickly took a nipple between her teeth and tugged on it, before sucking it deep into her mouth. That got a moan from Asuka as she rhythmically slithered herself up and down against Mari's body.

Mari worked both of the half-German’s small breasts with her mouth and hands, teasing, pulling, nibbling and sucking.

Slowly, the brunette began kissing her way upward from breasts to neck, one hand replacing her mouth on Asuka's tiny perky tits and the other slapping her ass in response, urging her to ride harder and faster. Then she pulled Asuka's face down to her and forced her into a deep kiss.

Asuka bucked her hips with increasing passion, humping herself wildly against the older girl while gulping down on her spit. When she broke the kiss and rested her forehead on Mari’s, both their lips swollen and wet with the mix of their saliva. The redhead’s pussy lips were equally wet and swollen, sticking out lustfully, coated in frothing juices. She was breathing heavily as she slid her hand between their bodies, running the edge of her index finger up and down Mari’s crotch.

Just when it seemed like they were getting carried away, Asuka suddenly turned around and lifted her ass. Bending her knees, she started thrusting her pelvis with the beat. Her smooth buttocks, presented boldly to Mari, clenched and unclenched rapidly. She swiveled her waist, shoulders and arms, making her tits shake, jiggle and bounce as her hips and ass were paraded, rolled and wagged like a belly dancer without a skirt. She spread her legs and thrust much faster in a kind of air humping.

Though this was really humiliating, to be exposed and acting like this, Asuka could feel the wetness travel from her cunt sheath down her inner thighs and realized she was quite aroused.

“You should be a professional, cunt-chan,” Mana said, reaching out to give her a playful slap on her sweaty ass. “Someday I‘ll make sure you get your debut on a big stage.”

Asuka choose to not answer that, but deep inside she knew she would never agree to do something like this in public. She would never sink that low to take money and act like a stripper. She would rather die. But for now she kept dancing, tossing herself around with growing abandon.

She bent down low again, sweeping the floor with her hair, and pushed her ass out, revealing her tiny, puckered anus and soaping pussy. She shook her ass in a flowing motion, then straightened and pranced around as if showing herself off.

“Freeze!”

Asuka stopped mid-dance, her arms raised high above her head and legs spread. Mana got up and walked to her plaything with a smile on her face. She pushed her hands against Asuka's shoulder and the German girl understood that she wanted her to bend over, which she reluctantly did. Not wasting a moment, Mana began groping the smooth backside that was now offered to her. Her touch was rough and forceful, like a baker kneading dough. Asuka felt a breeze as her mistress pulled her cheeks even further apart to take a good look at the little asshole hiding in between and spat into the cleft. The huge glob slowly slid downwards to the wrinkled anus.

“That’s probably the only tight hole in your body, slut,” Mana said and slapped her left buttock loudly. “We'll fix that.”

Mari took a glass of champagne in her hand and stood. “Here’s a toast to making Asuka’s shithole as loose as her cunt.”

Everyone in the room cheered and, much to Asuka’s red-faced dismay, tried to find their glasses for this toast. Mari walked up to her with glass in hand and placed her left palm on her right ass cheek, slowly kneading and stroking the taut flesh. Mana kept her hand on the left cheek and mirrored the other girl’s movements.

“The piglet's quite a dancer,” Mari commented. “Maybe we should get her to show us her other talents?”

“Oh, I think we can arrange something. The night is still young.” Mana lifted her hand and gave two deafening slaps across the crack of Asuka's ass. “Stand up, slut. I don't like having to look at your dirty shithole.”

Asuka straightened up and wordlessly glared at Mana.

“Ouch.” The short-haired girl chuckled. “Why so angry, cunt-chan?”

“I think the piglet wants some champagne.” Mari pulled a heavy bottle out of an ice-filled bucket. With a loud plop, the cork shot into the air and champagne gushed out like an enormous ejaculation. “Oops,” she giggled and quickly poured the champagne into her glass.

“Hey, that gives me an idea!“ Mana took the bottle from Mari, and turned back to Asuka. “On your knees cunt. Open your filthy mouth.” Not waiting, she slapped Asuka hard across the face. “Now, you dumb whore!”

Asuka reluctantly dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. Mana lifted her foot and wiggled her toes between her lips. Without being told, the naked redhead took the offered toes in her mouth and started sucking on them.

Balancing on one foot, Mana poured the champagne on her knee. The bubbly liquid ran down her leg, to her foot, off her toes and into Asuka‘s mouth. Asuka slurped it up greedily, but some inevitably trickled over her chest and flat stomach. A lather of cool bubbles caressed her skin, teasing her as it ran between her breasts.

“Yeah, drink it all up, slut.” Mana continued pouring the bottle. More and more of the liquid escaped Asuka‘s lips and spilled down the front of her body in a shiny sheet of wetness, but the cold felt good on her warm, sensitive skin.

When the champagne reached the heated loins of her cunt, Asuka gave a gasp of sheer pleasure.

“Let me try,” Mari said, prying the bottle out of Mana‘s fingers. The brunette tapped her fingers under Asuka‘s chin and made her bring her wet face up. “Keep your mouth open,” she ordered and then took a big mouthful of champagne.

Instead of swallowing it, however, she moved her mouth so that it was directly over Asuka’s open one and dipped her head, allowing the bubbling champagne mixed with her own spit to drip into Asuka’s mouth. The redhead tensed, but she swallowed what she was given. It was quite delicious.

Mari pulled back and took another mouthful of champagne. This time she lowered her lips to Asuka’s. As they kissed a gentle stream of bubble-filled alcohol flowed from one mouth to another. Asuka swallowed with Mari’s lips still pressed against hers. Mari waited until she was finished, then withdrew and drank again.

Three times Mari kissed her and three times Asuka swallowed champagne from her mouth. The final time Mari pushed her tongue so down her throat that Asuka thought she wanted her to drink it, too. She felt lightheaded as she lost herself in the long, hot kiss. Mari’s tongue tantalized and teased and then slowly retreated. Then it was Asuka's turn, pushing her tongue into the older girl's mouth. A voice in the back of her mind still tried to remind her that she wasn't a lesbian but she told it to shut the hell up.

Finally, her lips wet, Mari pulled back with a wide grin on her face.

“Tastes great, doesn’t it? But that’s not all. Turn around and stick that butt out again.”

Asuka was still dazed by the long kiss and her own reaction to it so it took a few moments for Mari’s orders to sink in, but eventually turned around on her knees and placed her hands on the ground.

Mari whispered something into Mana’s ear and Mana nodded. The younger girl dropped to her knees next to Asuka and spread her butt cheeks apart. Asuka‘s blush intensified as a cool whiff of air blew over the sensitive skin of her crack and her puckered asshole. She shook her head in anger and embarrassment, which turned into dismay when she felt something cold and hard press against her anus.

She looked over her shoulder to see Mari kneeling behind her, the champagne bottle in her hands, rubbing the opening against her asshole.

“Wh-what the hell are you doing?” Asuka tried to pull away but Mana released her buttocks and took a handful of her hair, forcing her to stay in place.

“Stop wiggling around!” she warned, slapping Asuka’s bottom and tugging painfully at her hair.

“That’s right, piglet. We are just giving your other hole something to drink.”

Mari once again pressed the cold champagne bottle against her asshole. The muscle twitched on contact and tightened up even more. After the first time she had anal sex with Musashi, when she was drugged and barely aware of what was happening—a lot of her firsts seemed to have that in common—they had tried it a few more times but it never worked out. She remembered how painful it had been, and now whenever she put anything in there she would grow tight and afraid. If anything she was tighter after losing her anal virginity than before.

“Relax, piglet,” Mari said poking her asshole with the bottle.

“No! Let me go! Please!” The redhead was nearly hysterical as she tried to escape, but a few other guests came to help Mana hold her down. “Please! Let me go! Please!“

Black panic rose in Asuka’s chest. Anal sex terrified her, and this was worse. It wasn't even sex—they were just going to sodomize her.

Mari swung her hand and sent a resounding smack echoing over the music. Asuka cried out, her ass stinging where Mari's had struck her.

“Stick it out! Stick out that dirty shithole of yours!” Mari punctuated every word with another sharp smack.

Reluctantly, Asuka started to raise her bottom, only to receive a well-aimed whack on her pussy that brought a new yelp of pain and goaded her into taking the position faster. Gritting her teeth, the naked redhead stuck out her rear.

“Good girl.” Mari chuckled as she rubbed the chilled champagne bottle between her legs. The cold glass stung against the passionate heat of Asuka's vulva, making her hiss.

But this was not the target. Mari slid the bottle up higher, until it was firmly nestled between Asuka's buttocks. Her fingers moved back in, searching out the wrinkled little mouth of the younger girl‘s anus, and Asuka tensed up again.

“Hmm, you look so dry and tight here…” Mari said.

Slowly, she raised the bottle high up in the air, letting the champagne splash down on Asuka’s arched spine. Asuka gasped and shivered as the cold liquid poured between her buttocks, soaking her whole rump. Mari then pressed the tip of her finger against this dirty little opening and quickly retracted, not entering, just teasing, making her ready.

The next time Mari’s middle finger did indeed slid through the tight sphincter and into the hot tunnel beyond. Asuka squirmed, feeling Mari wiggle her finger tip, palpating upwards and caressing the sensitive walls of her rectum. A second finger was soon poking around her entrance and pushing in. It stopped briefly just after breaking the seal and held still as her puckered asshole mouthed the digits, then pressed further.

Asuka‘s asshole subconsciously grabbed onto the impaling fingers, squeezing them tightly even as the walls of her rectum did their best to push them out. She felt uncomfortable and full. Then two fingers became three.

“Ugh,” Asuka grunted, feeling herself being stuffed. Mari's fingers were like large worms crawling inside her, moving in and out, filling and stretching her anal tract. A little more champagne was poured on her anus for lubrication and the fingers corkscrewed deeper and began to stroke her faster, gliding over the liquid.

Then, as sudden as they entered, Mari’s fingers pulled out with a wet plop, and Asuka found the cold glass rim of the champagne bottle pressed against her gaping asshole.

“Here we go, piglet.” Mari twisted the bottle and slowly, with a slight screwing motion, worked it past Asuka's tender anus, ignoring her cry of discomfort. Once the end was wedged deep inside the teen’s anal passage, she tilted the bottle.

Asuka moaned in distress as she felt the cold, bubbling liquid rush into her bowels. Mari then began pumping the bottle in and out. Each time the bottle entered her body more and more champagne would pour into her, and soon a frothy mixture was running out her asshole, foaming and dripping over her already wet pussy lips.

"Yeah, piglet, feel those bubbles and that fizz? Drink it all up!” Mari jiggled Asuka’s buttocks with her palm, as if encouraging her rear end to drink.

Finally, the bottle was completely empty, and Asuka was overcome by the urge to have a shit.

“I have to go!” Asuka sobbed as Mari pulled the bottle away, a few rivulets of champagne escaping her quivering anus. “Please!”

“Don't be stupid,” Mana laughed. Asuka had almost forgotten all about her. “This isn't a bathroom.”

“Please!” Asuka begged, clutching her stomach. Cramps began flaring up in her bowels, and she felt as though she was about to lose all control.

Mari went and grabbed the ice bucket and laid it down in front of Asuka. “Here you go, pig.”

Asuka was so desperate she didn't even try to argue. She snatched up the bucket and rushed to the corner. She put the bucket down on the floor, and, ignoring the fact that she was in a room full of people, squatted over it and let herself go. The torrent of brownish lukewarm champagne sprayed out of her like a pressure hose, making a distinctive ringing sound in the bucket, though not enough to drown out the gurgling and farting noises Asuka made—or the sound of the cameras as they captured her humiliation.

Overcome with shame, Asuka buried her red face in her hands and sobbed as she was forced to empty her bowels in front of more than a dozen strangers and their cameras. Being naked was nothing compared to this. She wanted to die. The flow slowly trickled down to nothing, her asshole opening and closing as it dribbled the last few drops.

Mana came over to her and pulled her up by the arm. “Hurry up, you filthy cunt. You still have guests to entertain.” Her words were accompanied by applause and whistles from the crowd. “See? Now, be a good girl and hop onto the table and show us how well you can fuck.” She held up the empty champagne bottle. “Here, use this.”

Asuka straightened up, feeling the last trickles of the alcohol running down her legs. She looked at the table; it was low and long, resembling a coffee table, with a glass surface and sturdy metal supports. Then she looked down to her own naked body.

“Can’t you just have fun without all this nonsense?”

Mana placed a hand on her ass and pinched the flesh where the thigh met the cheek. “You will entertain us, cunt. Either you climb on this table and fuck the bottle or we will do it for you. And we won’t be gentle.”

She punctuated her words by twisting. Asuka hissed sharply through clenched teeth at the pain. Mana then grabbed her nipples and pulled her roughly towards the table.

“Okay, okay!” Asuka wriggled free, but as she bent over to remove her shoes Mari delivered a deafening slap across her bottom. The redhead jumped with a yelp, rubbing the spot where she had been hit and looking angrily at Mari. “What? I'm doing what she wants!”

“Heels stay.” Mari winked at her. “You look sexy in them.”

“Fine,” Asuka muttered under her breath and carefully climbed up on the table, her heels clicking loudly on the thick glass. Mana placed the bottle next to her.

Reluctantly, Asuka grabbed the bottle, got on her knees and brought the bottle to her pussy. She did not dare going straight to penetration so instead she pressed the long neck across the length of her wet slit, shuddering and moaning at the feeling of the smooth, cool, hard glass as she rubbed it up and down over her pussy.

Then, chewing on her lip, she pushed the tip of the bottle into her pink opening. The audience watched silently as the bottle's neck entered her vagina. It was cold and she flinched as the glass buried itself in her hot cavity. Her hand trembled, and slowly the bottle went in, growing larger and wider with every inch. Her nether-lips parted, splitting gradually and turning her soft opening into a big circle.

"Ah-hah!" Asuka gasped. The cold glass warmed inside her tender inner folds as the bottle slid slowly in until its growing girth became too much even for her well-stretched vulva.

Adjusting her grasp, she raised herself off the table, gradually turning the bottle amidst a flowing torrent of her honey. She leaned back a little and spread her bent legs further apart, feeling a kind of perverted satisfaction in her own humiliation, knowing that every person in the room could see her like this. And she had to admit it wasn't as unpleasant as she had thought. She loved the fullness and hardness of it.

Holding the bottle with one hands, she began rocking her hips, thrusting her pelvis against the foreign object. Her pussy clamped around the glass, refusing to let it go. Then, suddenly, the bottle was out. For a split-second her drooling pink cunt remained gaping open, retaining the circular shape of the bottle neck, before finally closing like a wet sleeve.

Asuka moaned as she lowered herself onto the bottle once more and pumped gently. Her cunt juice poured freely into it, especially when she pushed in so that it was almost all the way up her birth canal. She was moving decidedly faster now, the stone of Shinji‘s necklace flicking against the stubble of her pubic hair. She threw her head back, riding her new toy like an expert cowgirl.

Mobile phone in hand, Mari walked behind her and took a few pictures of the her pale buttocks, decorated by the beads of perspiration, flexing. The bouncing redhead spread her legs wider to accommodate the bottle as it dug in another inch, her cunt oozing now even onto the table. She could feel the rounded tip pushing into her cervix, an unyielding intruder penetrating the soft mouth of her womb. It hurt, but it also felt so good. Everything felt good. Even the things that caused her pain. Maybe because they caused her pain.

Whore, her inner voice screamed. You love it. They are abusing you and you love it. You are such a whore.

Asuka could only grunt in response and pick up her pace.

“Yeah, that's right, pig!” Mari urged her on, kneeling behind her and taking more pictures.

While the brunette was clearly enjoying herself, Asuka saw Mana leave the room in a huff. When she returned she walked up to the table, grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled her head back to look at her face. The redhead‘s pupils were already starting to dilate from the pleasure and her vision was foggy but she could tell Mana was angry.

“Seems like you are enjoying yourself, cunt.” Mana spat. “Are you?”

“Uh-huh!” Asuka nodded dumbly.

“Well, I have a gift to make it even better for you.” Mana dangled something in front of her face. It looked like a deflated balloon made out of a rubbery transparent material. Even in her current state, Asuka instantly recognized a used condom when she saw one. And this one was obviously quite full.

“It's one of Shinji’s,” Mana said, wiggling the condom. “Quite fresh. And full of his goo. I threw it in the garbage, but after I saw how much you love his gifts I thought maybe you'd like to have this one, too.”

“Shinji?” Asuka stared sullenly at the used contraceptive. It was a disgusting slimy thing, and the fact that it belonged to her one-time crush made it even worse.

“And you love everything that comes from Shinji, right?” Mana asked, tugging on the necklace around Asuka’s waist. “Otherwise there's no point in you holding on to this.”

The redhead understood; if she refused this ‘gift’ Mana would probably insisting on taking Shinji’s necklace from her. Asuka wasn’t very keen on eating the seed Shinji had shot while having sex with that little bitch, but at the same time she didn't want to lose his real gift. Besides, cum was cum and Asuka had eaten lots of it.

Mana seemed to take Asuka's silence for surrender. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, bitch.”

Asuka did as she was told. Mana turned the condom over and squeezed some of the contents right onto the flat of her tongue, smiling as the sticky goo dangled slowly out in a huge glob. Asuka forced herself to swallow the wad of cold, thick cum and made a disgusted face. It may have belonged to Shinji and it might be just cum, but after spending some time in the garbage it was quite foul.

"Good girl," Mana purred, and popped the condom into Asuka's mouth.

As she felt the rubber sheath crumple on the surface of her tongue, a small trickle of salty slime flooded her taste buds and Asuka's stomach lurched dangerously again.

“Get all that good stuff out of there, cunt," Mana ordered. “Use your tongue.”

Trying to ignore the protests from her stomach, Asuka slowly wiggled the tip of her tongue deep into the slime-filled teat and she was surprised by the amount of sperm she found inside. With some effort she managed to worm her tongue in, scooping more and more out. The taste was horrible.

"I said all of it!” Mana slapped Asuka’s cheek. “Smile. You should be glad it’s Shinji’s cum.”

Disgusted, the naked teen forced a smile on her quivering lips and worked the tip of her tongue right into the depths of the spermy condom, extracting the last of Shinji's cold, fetid seed from every part of the slippery sheath and shoveling it down her throat into her rolling stomach. She gagged softly as she swallowed, but she didn't have too much trouble.

"Iths all gun," the redhead croaked. She opened her mouth to show Mana.

“Chew on it.”

Asuka screwed her eyes shut and she sank her teeth into the rubber, chewing the condom like it was bubblegum.

“Aww, she stopped fucking!” someone said.

Mana only had to look at her for Asuka to understand what she wanted. She resumed swiveling her pelvis and thrusting her hips, pumping the bottle in her twat like a giant glass dildo.

"Unngh," She was stretched nearly to the breaking point. Her whole body was wracked with a sweet pain that made her want to scream and thrash and both throw the bottle away and fuck it harder all at once. Her pussy lips were wider than they'd ever been, peeled obscenely apart. They clung to the bottle and grasped at it every time she pulled it out, and eagerly swallowed it up with each thrust back inside.

Asuka‘s cunt throbbed, stuffed full. Her knees shook and ached from kneeling on the table. Yet it hurt so good.

She thought of Musashi, who had hurt her as well and then tried to ignore her. It filled her with anger. She picked up the pace, grunting and moaning. Her hands were soon completely drenched with her juices, forcing her to fumble for grip as she tried to shove harder and faster into her cunt. There were now a few inches of her honey sloshing around at the bottom, a testament to her wanton arousal. But she didn't care. Her body was moving with a single mindless purpose – to cum.

So close. So close. Come on, just a little more, a little deeper. Ahhhh!

She didn't see the first boy walk up to the table until she was face to face with his cock. It had a large crown on it and a bulbous head with a small hole in the tip, already leaking, glistening in the dim light. The redhead‘s eyes were glazed and her mouth hung open, the used condom drooped over her bottom lip, but she looked at it with hunger.

“Suck me, whore.” The boy leaned forward. The throbbing purple head poked her on the bridge of her nose. She stared blankly, nearly cross-eyed, as the piss slit oozed pre-cum at the touch of her warm skin and drew a shiny trail down her nose on the way to her upper lip.

He didn't have to tell her twice. She spat the chewed-out condom and leaned in. Her tongue darted out to lick at the boy‘s frenum, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment or arousal or some combination of the two. The guy gasped, feeling her warm muscle tickle his sensitive spot.

Asuka wrapped her right hand around the base of his throbbing stalk and used her other hand to carefully lift his heavy balls, weighting them in her palm before massaging them, expertly rolling them around. She pursed her lips and kissed the oozing piss slit, before opening her mouth and going down on him. The boy moaned as she vigorously started to swirl her tongue around the knobby part of his penis.

The boy grunted, squeezing his eyes shut. Asuka welded her smooth, wet lips around his member and rhythmically began bobbing her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed when she sucked.

"Ohhhhh," the boy moaned, shuddering visibly. "Man, she really knows how to suck a cock!"

Asuka's response was muffled by the tool stuffing her mouth, but a blush spread across her cheeks. She had always loved praise for being the best, and she was the best at giving blowjobs.

The boy moaned again, his cock pistoning slowly in and out of her mouth. The suction, the warmth, the slick wetness, the hot ring of her lips moving up and down the shaft had him rapidly building towards orgasm.

With her jaw stretched wide around the smelly penis, Asuka sucked him as hard as she could, slurping loudly, her hand pumping him as her head bobbed up and down. Drool leaked out of her mouth and ran down her chin before finally roping down to the table.

“Oh, yeaaaaah!” the boy gasped putting his hands on either side of her head and making her move her mouth back and forth on his penis. “Swallow my load, whore!”

Tightening his grip and entangling his fingers in her red hair, he forced her to keep the same rhythm. In moments, the anticipation of shooting his hot cum down into the school idol’s tummy drove him over the edge. He shoved in hard, making Asuka gag as his penis head viciously plugged her throat.

“Oooh, oooh, OOOOH! Fuck! Gonna cum, gonna cum! Here it is. Take it! Take it! Take it aaaaaaallllll!"

Cum he did. His cock throbbed and jerked, spiting load after load into her. Asuka gulped, her throat working as she gulped down convulsively, her face buried in thick pubic hair.

"Mnuuugh! Mnuuuugh!" Asuka swallowed as much as she could, but the stream of nasty goo seemed endless. Then some went up her nose.

She choked and coughed violently, gasping for breath as the boy fired spurt after spurt of sticky semen down her throat. She swallowed, and then had to open her mouth to get air. Cum spilled from her lips and drooled down her chin, and some even shot out of her nose when she coughed. Rough hands almost instantly forced her back on the cock. There was so much cum she started to chew it, gooey ropes of sperm dangling from her chin.

It was nearly a minute later when the boy finally withdrew, dragging his softening peter out of her mouth. Asuka slumped against the champagne bottle, still stuffing her widely stretched cunt, and placed both her hands on the table, her slim, sweat-covered body wracked by a coughing fit.

Globs of cum and strings of mucus dripped from her face. There was cum coming out of both her nostrils, roping down her face in a disgusting manner. She gasped for breath, her eyes clouded with tears.

The next two boys stepped up almost as soon as the first was finished. This time Asuka did recognize them; they were brothers, from her own school. One was two years her senior while the other was one year younger. They looked nervous as they pulled off their T-shirts and thumbed with the zipper of their pants.

Asuka wasn’t eager to give another blowjob right after choking on her first one, but Mana took a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and glared into the depths of her blue eyes.

“You will please your guests, dumb whore. Even if it kills you,” the younger girl hissed and then released her as the boys, now completely naked except for their socks, pulled her off the table, roughly yanked the champagne bottle out of her cunt and dumped her on the floor.

The redhead blinked few times as she focused on the two brothers standing over her. They had fine features, dark brown skin and black hair spiked with some kind of product. Their uncut cocks had a family resemblance as well—one was noticeably larger but both had an upward curve.

The boys grabbed themselves and stepped to either side of Asuka's gooey face

“Suck us too, whore!” the older one said.

Asuka winced as the two hard cocks slapped her face with damp smacks and chants of “whore, whore, whore” picked up in the audience. She got up on her knees and hurriedly grabbed a tool in each hand and began sucking them in turn. The chant dissolved in cheers and laughter, and the two boys high-fived over her bobbing head.

Her jizz-smeared lips were stretched wide and more saliva spilled down her chin as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, servicing one stiff member then the other. Without warning a third boy moved behind her, wrapping his hands around her hips, forcing her to arch her back and stick out her bottom. Asuka tossed a quick glance over her shoulder ans saw that he too was completely naked. A thin pale penis with a purple angry-looking head swung in front of him.

Asuka moaned as she felt him press against her back but her protest was muffled as one of the boys held her head and forced his hot cock back into her mouth. The boy kneeling behind her grabbed her ass and kneaded her cheeks vigorously, prying them apart and pressing his erect penis into the cleft between her buttocks, towards her clenched asshole.

“Not in my ass!" the redhead cried, feeling panic at having her anus so exposed, his fingertips only inches from her most intimate opening. Afraid that he might try to fuck her anus, she reached blindly behind her with one arm and grabbed the boy’s cock.

“Let it go, whore.” The boy impatiently slapped her hand away and moved his hips forward. Taking hold of his cock, he pressed the purple head against her tiny anus and started rubbing it in.

Asuka was distraught as she felt her anus begin to stretch, the head of the cock slowly spreading her rear opening wider.

“Noo, noghmmhg.” She choked as the two boys in front of her impatiently pulled her face down, shoving their tools back into her mouth. It hurt as the hard cock behind her began spreading her anus, forcing it to open, stretching the tiny hole wider and wider, allowing the mushroom head to slowly sink in, millimeter by painful millimeter.

Tears formed in her eyes; though Asuka had her anal cherry popped already, the tightness of her hole would put many anal virgins to shame.

“AAAGGG,” the redhead gasped in pain as her sphincter finally relented and the head of his member was swallowed by her asshole. She gritted her teeth, feeling his hands on her bare hips as he pushed himself harder into her. It hurt; the mouth of her anus was stretched painfully wide. Her rectum filled and stretched, her rubbery walls filling with the unnatural intrusion.

The boy groaned, trying to push himself deeper up her bum. His fingers sank into the soft flesh around her hips and he thrust forward.

Asuka felt her whole body jerking from the forceful penetration and she cried out in pain.

“Relax, you stupid cunt,” the boy bit out. He peeled back the sweaty cheeks of her buttocks, then, with a savage grunt, slammed his hips against her.

Asuka’s eyes and mouth shot open as white-hot pain suddenly ripped rudely through her bowels.

"Fuuck! Y-you’re killing me! Take it out! Take it out!" she screamed frantically. “Takmnghfgh-”

Her cries were cut short as one of the boy’s in front of her pushed his tool into her mouth, burying himself all the way in her throat, his balls banging against her chin. The redhead gagged, her throat stuffed suddenly with every inch of the throbbing penis.

“MMMMNNNGHH!”

The boy in her mouth pulled himself back a little, only to allow his brother to push his own cock in instead. Meanwhile, the skinny boy behind her used this moment to force his cock even deeper inside her. Her puckered rim distended and a loud fart escaped the stretched anal orifice but the tightly clenched muscles prevented him from going any further.

Frustrated, he lunged with his hips. It was no use. He raised his right hand high in the air and delivered a hard slap on Asuka‘s bare ass. The cheek jiggled a little before turning red.

“Relax. Your. Shitty. Asshole. Dumb. Cow,” he gritted, punctuating each word with a resounding slap on both fleshy mounds.

Asuka tried, knowing that the more she resisted the more it would hurt. She felt the boy grope her ass cheeks again, spreading them apart as he pushed forward. All the while her stretched asshole continued to clench and unclench rhythmically around his hard meat as it entered further and further into her colon, inch by inch, stuffing her like a turkey.

“That’s it. Nice and slow,” the boy cooed, rubbing his fingers around the wrinkled asshole, feeling the skin stretching under his fingertips, its dark brown color starting to turn pink. He began forcing his cock into the naked teen. An inch in, an inch out; two inches in, two inches out. Each time more cock would go in than the time before until he was almost all the way in.

He slapped Asuka‘s ass again in triumph, and the young girl‘s sweat covered body jerked in response.

"Do you like my big cock inside your dirty shithole? Huh? Huh?” He grunted pumping his cock in and out. His hips bouncing of the redhead’s soft asscheeks with wet, slapping sounds. He picked up the pace, pushing in harder with his rod. “You want it slut? Huh? You like it rough?”

His fingernails dug deeper into the round flesh of her buttocks as he slammed himself into her, sending ripples down her buttocks, knocking the air completely out of her lungs. Her pussy clenched suddenly, ejecting a stream of glistening juice. Sweat ran down Asuka‘s beautiful face, which now was red and twisted into a tense grimace. Then she felt a warm flood spread in her bowels and knew the boy inside her was coming.

A wave of relief washed over Asuka as the boy finally pulled his member out, panting from the exertion. Her anus gaped, seeping out thick gooey semen in thick gobs before finally closing, irritated by the forceful penetration and not quite as tight as before.

She was not done.

“Mngghhhf!” Asuka groaned, her head bobbing back and forth between the two cocks in front of her as fast as she could, gagging loudly on each down stroke as one erect member then the other went down her throat. Behind her, then the skinny boy slumped against her bare back, breathing hard, resting his forehead between Asuka’s shoulder blades. His limp penis dangled between her pale mounds. Her stretched asshole continued to leak a stream of white globs that clung to the underside of her buttocks. She was effectively shitting cum.

Finally, the boy pushed himself away from her. He stood up on his feet and grabbing a handful her red hair pulled her head back.

“Mnghh-aaah!” Asuka cried in pain.

The two boys in front were not much happier. “Hey, man, you had your turn,” said one.

“Yeah. What the fuck?” the other said.

The boy who had just cum in her asshole ignored them. “Clean me off!” he ordered, yanking her hard by her hair.

Reluctantly Asuka turned her head to the side and cringed, seeing some light brown smears on the inner side of his crown and some on the pulsating slit. Yet, she still stuck out her tongue licked him. The taste was bitter and strong, but Mana and others had her lick inside their anuses before so she could handle it.

“Mmmmm,“ Asuka moaned, trying not to think were the penis had just been. She managed to keep her teeth out of the way and her mouth was like a soft, wet, hot envelope that was specifically designed to hold a cock. Her well-trained tongue flicked expertly around his salty, purple glans.

“Hey, whore, what about us?” One of the boys standing in front of her whined. His stiff organ bobbed under her nose, demanding attention. He took his throbbing shaft into his right hand and tapped it impatiently against the half-German’s face, leaving shiny wet spots of pre-cum.

Her mouth already engaged, Asuka reached out and ran her hand up and down the whole length of it, teasing his oozing piss slit with the pad of her thumb and spreading more of his pre-cum around the wet head of his rod. Continuing to swirl her tongue around the cum-covered penis in her mouth, she started to slowly jerk off the boy in front of her. After a few moments she reached out with her other hand and took the boy‘s younger brother, stroking him as well.

Asuka soon found out that sucking on one dick with her mouth while jacking off two more with each of her hands was not an easy a task, but she soon fell into a smooth rhythm. Finally, the cock in her mouth slid off, hanging limp.

The skinny boy gathered his clothes and dressed again. Asuka did not say a word to him. All this time her hands never stopped jacking the other two boys. There was a trickle of jism on one corner of her mouth, running down her chin. She arched her back like a cat stretching in the sun, sliding her hands in synch up and down the two rock hard dicks. They were both moaning and thrusting their hips, both surrendering to her.

After a while, the younger brother’s erection started to throb in her palm, indicating that he was about to cum so Asuka focused her attention on him. She tightened her grip and pumped faster and faster.

“Yeah, she’s pretty good,” said his older brother with a grin, watching how Asuka’s skilled hands stroked his brother's penis. “He's still a virgin, you know.”

Somehow Asuka was getting excited too. The strange feeling of power she had over these cocks was mesmerizing. They were hers, and she could do anything she wanted. She gripped the meaty shaft extra hard, pulling the foreskin back and forth furiously, trying to make him cum. The boy growled, arching his back. Asuka could almost feel his cum being drained from his balls by her pumping hand.

He moaned suddenly as ropes of cum shot out and sprayed Asuka across her naked breasts, quickly drooping down her chest in a sticky white tide. Asuka jerked him eagerly, and got a few gobs on her face for her efforts. When his cock began to soften, the redhead pulled his foreskin over the shiny red tip of his dick and milked the last syrupy drops of his jizz on to her tits.

"Goddam, that slut really got you good," the older brother said in awe.

“Yeeeaahhh…” the younger boy moaned as Asuka languidly squeezed his subsiding erection.

“Well, guess its my turn.” The older brother positioned his swollen head near the redhead’s face. Asuka released his brother's now-limp penis, and the boy turned away, flashing a grin at his brother over the shoulder and giving thumbs up.

The older brother grinned back at him and jerked his hips forward, rubbing his slick cock against the squatting teen’s face. “Come on, whore. Do your job.”

Asuka wordlessly placed the wet pads of her thumbs on the underside of his purple helmet and started to rub the tender skin there. Eventually, her fingers wrapped around his rod and began to jerk him off. She turned her head sideways and gave the shaft a deep, wet kiss, sliding her mouth up and down its length as she flattened her tongue over the throbbing sex. The boy’s hips thrust forward uncontrollably at the skill of her mouth.

“Damn, you’re good,” he said, moving his hands to touch her beautiful messy face, running his fingers through her red hair.

Asuka let the seal of her lips slide to the base of his cock, taking him in. She grasped the boy’s ass as her mouth and tongue slithered up and down his hot penis. She was nearly kissing his balls with each plunge of her mouth. His breathing quickened.

"Oh shit," he moaned.

Asuka started bobbing up and down with short, rapid strokes, squeezing her lips and tongue tighter and sucking. In response, he gripped her head and pressed her deeper to his groin. Her slurping sounds echoed in the room.

Then the boy grunted and pushed up on his toes. Asuka felt him begin to spurt his load in her mouth, but he suddenly pulled out and, taking his cock in his hand, shot ropey jets of sticky white stuff on her face instead. He continued to stroke his manhood until a final spasm deposited a glob of cum on Asuka’s nose.

Asuka sat back and swallowed what was in mouth, picking at the strings of semen stretching between her teeth with her tongue.

“Fuck, whore, that was intense…” the boy said, cleaning his penis against her left eyebrow. He walked up to his brother and they high-fived each other.

Idiots, Asuka thought dejectedly. Sweat and sperm clung to her nose. Her long hair was dark and wet at the roots, with globs of semen between them. Her face was a mess, covered in sperm, and her naked body was sheeted with sweat and cooling spunk so thick it dripped off her breasts.

Slowly, Mana started to clap. Soon the other guests joined in, whistling and calling her ‘whore’ or ‘slut’.

Months ago Asuka would have run away from embarrassment, but that was another girl, another life. She didn't have to look down at herself to know the spectacle she made, and found that she didn't care very much. Her skin shone from sweat and the boys‘ seed. More sperm clung to her hair, masked her face, oozed down the soft curve of her breasts, collected at her belly button, coated her pussy and smeared her thighs.

“No one sucks cock better than cunt-chan,” Mana said, laughing. “So what’s next?”

“Maybe we should clean her up first?” Mari frowned, looking at Asuka from head to toe.

“Yeah, and I know just the tool for this job,” Yoko said. The plump girl was already walking towards them. She still had her shirt on but she was completely naked from the waist down, leaving her panties and skirt on the floor by the sofa. Her inner thighs and fat labia lips were glistering and wet. Rei came crawling on all fours behind her like a faithful dog, completely naked, her chin smeared heavily with Yoko’s pussy juices.

Asuka barely reacted as Rei stopped next to her and gave her a hesitant look.

“Come on!” Yoko grabbed Rei's hair and forced her towards Asuka, smacking her pale buttocks with her foot. “Get to work!”

The cum on the redhead‘s body was still warm. Her nipples were still hard; her clit still throbbed a little. The albino slave leaned in and placed her lips on Asuka‘s perky, sperm soaked breasts. Capped with stiff nipples, they stood out proudly from her chest and felt smooth like warm silk under Rei‘s soothing lips. Asuka moaned, a shudder of pleasure running through her body.

Rei dragged her tongue over her glistening and slippery flesh, collecting the streaks of cum. Asuka let out another moan, and the gentle touch sent goose bumps across her skin. The tongue circled lightly around her right breast, slowly replacing the sperm and sweat with saliva. The circles grew smaller and smaller until it was dancing around the small bumps of the half-German‘s pinkish nipples.

Asuka leaned forward as Rei pressed the mouth more firmly against her chest and sucked her breasts into her mouth, wrestling the nipple with her tongue. When she released the breast, there was a red circle on the ivory skin from the pressure of her lips.

Next Rei moved into her cleavage, lapping and slurping at the cum that had gathered there. There was so much cum on Asuka‘s face that even as Rei‘s was buried in the cleft between her breasts a gob of white spunk dripped off her chin, which the blue-haired girl quickly lapped up.

Finally, Rei took the redhead's other breast in her mouth, sucked it fast and hard, licking it everywhere until every last trace of cum was gone. Then the albino moved slowly up to her shoulders, letting her tongue brush along her classmate‘s exposed neck.

"It's cooling down," Yoko said. "You better stop taking your time."

Rei licked along the jawline, collecting a few dangling drops of cum before quickly moving onto the redhead‘s face. She licked the chin and across the lower lip, before sucking on the upper one. Her mouth opened wide and she took Asuka‘s nose into it. Her warm tongue persistently sweeping across the nostrils, the very tip sliding into them and gently licking around, trying to get the sperm that had collected in there. She then licked Asuka‘s eyebrows, her brow and all over her face.

Asuka gasped, letting herself go under the gentle barrage. Rei seized the moment and kissed her fully on the mouth. Rei tasted like the sperm and sweat but Asuka knew she must have tasted much worse. On its own, her tongue started to respond, twirling and wrestling against Rei‘s. The albino pulled back a little, capturing Asuka's wiggling muscle between her lips and sucking on it, before once more pressing their lips together while their tongues battled.

The sloppy kiss lasted for a long time as the two naked teenage girls gave in to their desires, sharing their sticky spit, not even taking the time to breathe. Asuka loved the feeling of it, the caring and the warmth, the softness, the wet perverted nature of what they were being forced to do.

In an odd show of daring, Rei took Asuka's head in her hands, fingers intertwining with her red hair and the cum that had begun to gel in it, their mouths practically welded together.

She wants me, Asuka realized. But it was okay because at that moment she wanted nothing more than to melt in Rei's arms and kiss forever.

Then a sharp slap fell across Asuka's bottom, followed by one across Rei's. Both girls cried out and broke the kiss.

“We don‘t have all day, stupid lesbians.,” Yoko growled. “Blue, she still has cum coming out of her ass. Clean it.”

A thin rope of saliva kept their lips connected before breaking off as Rei pulled away. The albino moved behind Asuka and placed her palms on her shoulder blades, wordlessly giving her a little shove. Realizing what the albino wanted from her, Asuka leaned forward until she was up on all fours.

She gasped as Rei spread her warm ass cheeks apart as wide as she could, then leaned in and gave her not-so-tight leaking asshole a careful, gentle kiss. Flicking her tongue back and forth, Rei proceeded to scoop up the globs of semen that had escaped and then pressed in against the wrinkled bud. Asuka moaned when she felt the tongue entered her, worming its way inside her violated anal tract, deeper and deeper. Her muscles tightened involuntarily, slowly pushing out the last remnants of the load that had filled her up earlier onto Rei's proving tongue.

Rei responded by sealing her lips over the dirty hole and sucking all the cum out, wiggling her tongue back and forth as if to urge her on, making a nasty slurping sound.

Asuka was really getting into it when Yoko suddenly pulled the albino back by her hair and laid a heavy slap her flustered rear. She cried out as the pleasure was rudely replaced with pain.

“Lie down on the floor,” Yoko ordered her. “On your back, whore. I want some action too.“

Asuka hesitated, but the rapid succession of three quick blows that landed across her bare rump convinced her to obey. She lay herself down onto the floor, her creamy butt shifting uncomfortably against the carpet. Yoko flashed a grin as she walked over Asuka‘s head and looked down. Asuka met her eyes, trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach. Planting her feet at the side of her head, the fat girl bowed her legs and squatted down until her enormous behind was nearly touching her face.

“Remember how much you love to lick assholes?” Yoko purred, rubbing her sweaty buttocks against Asuka‘s face. The redhead cringed but did not try to move away. “Well, as your birthday gift I will give you a taste!”

Yoko laughed and dropped her plump ass right on her face. Her big fleshy mounds parted and almost completely engulfed the terrified teen. Eyes wide with distress, kicking her feet, Asuka could only let out a muffled protest as she was all but swallowed by the sweaty, smelly cleft.

“Eat me, slut!” Yoko said. “I won‘t let you go until you do.“

Asuka was already starting to feel the lack of air and that more than anything made her open her mouth and wiggle her tongue blindly around, searching for the fat girl's puckered anus. Eventually, the tip of her tongue flicked across the wrinkled rim and Asuka desperately started to circle her tongue around it. The taste was awful, but she stiffened her tongue and started to stab against the dirty sphincter.

"Ohh," Yoko moaned, pressing her thighs together and rocking her ass from side to side. The plump girl‘s hand slid down between her thighs, her fingers moving as she stroked her pussy.

Gradually, Asuka‘s tongue worked its way all around Yoko‘s tight hole.

"Harder!" Yoko demanded, eyes closed as she concentrated on her pleasure, fingers furiously rubbing her wet pussy as Asuka‘s wet muscle slid deeper. “Lick me, cunt! Lick!”

Asuka tried, but then the massive ass suddenly lifted off her face. Before she could do more than gasp, it squashed down on her again, smothering her like a huge pillow. Her whole face wedged into the sweaty hot crack and once again she couldn't breathe, buried underneath those huge buttocks. Kicking her legs, she spread the suffocating buttocks with her hands and managed to create a small pocked of air.

“I don't feel your tongue!” Yoko bellowed, roughly twisting Asuka's nipples.

Stifling a cry of pain, Asuka pushed her tongue into the dark asshole as if her life depended on it, wriggling it around, twisting and probing. The taste was horrid, made worse by the gush of pussy juices filling her mouth, but she knew that worse would come if she stopped. For her part, Yoko began thrusting her hips, grinding herself on the trapped girl beneath her. Then she reached down and shoved her fat fingers into Asuka's pussy.

Asuka shuddered at the jolt of pleasure that went through her. In her desperation, she told herself that it was okay, that she was an asslicker and she should enjoy it.

"EAT ME!” Yoko screamed as she reached a massive orgasm. “EAT MY ASS, WHOOOOORE!!!!"

She thrashed around for at least a minute, her hips pumping up and down compulsively, until, finally, she slowed her movements and relaxed, panting and exhausted from the tidal wave of ecstasy. Asuka loudly gasped for air under her, nearly drowned by the overflow of cunt cream that had spewed out of the fat girl. She swallowed, but some went up her nose and she started coughing.

She was still coughing as Yoko climbed off her face and lay down next to her to catch her breath.

“That was really good, whore. I see you've had a lot of practice,” the fat bitch said, slapping Asuka‘s slimy, glistening face.

Asuka grunted something unrecognizable in response, then rolled onto her side and heaved a mouthful of cum and snot on the carpet. Mana came to stand over her, her bare feet only a few inches away. Asuka looked up at her.

“P-please,” she croaked, her voice low and raspy.

“Please what?” said Mana. “That cunt of yours looks like it's just getting warmed up.” She pointed, and Asuka knew she was right. Her hungry cunt wouldn't stop leaking. “Maybe you just need motivation. How about a nice fuck? What do you say?”

What could she say? It wasn't a question. Even if she didn't want to Mana would force her. But the thing was that she did want to. She wanted to fuck and cum and forget.

Asuka pushed herself up on her arms, nodding.

“Cunt-chan is in need of some cock,” Mana announced, looking over at the boys. “Who wants to be first?”

There was no hesitation as a large group of boys stepped up and started to gather around Asuka. Some were already naked and stroking their erect members, others were stripping; all looked at her hungrily.

Asuka did not say a single word to them. She knew it would have been useless. So instead she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs.

**

Despite the music and the people around him having a good time, Musashi was not enjoying the evening. Predictably, his sour mood could be traced to seeing a particular redheaded girl go upstairs with Mari.

He knew what she was doing. He wasn't stupid. It was, however, surprising that he had still managed to become even more annoyed and irritated than when he first showed up. Somehow, Asuka had a way of getting under his skin even when she wasn‘t trying. And now Hikari Horaki was looking for her.

Musashi could imagine how the Class Representative would react if she were to find her best friend naked and involved in her usual ‘activities’, and he could more than imagine all the trouble it would cause. Hikari wasn't in on it. She would tell. To keep that from happening, he had offered to help her in her search.

“That would be great, Strasberg-kun. Thank you,” Hikari had said, looking around as if to confirm that Asuka still wasn’t anywhere in sight. “It’s a bit irresponsible to leave guests on their own for such a long time.” She let out a long sigh. “But that’s Asuka for you.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry. I'll find her.”

A few minutes later Musashi climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor. He could hear the beat of music as he approached the closed door. The door was locked, not surprisingly. He knocked.

“Sorry, the place is packed,” Mana’s sugary voice said. “You should go downstairs.”

“It’s me,” Musashi answered. “Let me in. We need to talk.”

The lock clicked and Mana pried open the door. “Well, make it quick,” her overtly sweet voice had turned firm and impatient. “We are kind of busy here.”

“You need to let Asuka show up at her party,” he told her.

“What? Cunt-chan is having so much fun with our guests right now. Can’t it wait?”

“I don't think so,” Musashi said grimly. “Horaki is getting suspicious. You don’t want her to start sniffing around, do you?”

Mana scowled and then sighed in surrender. “Damn. And it was really getting interesting. Come in.”

She opened the door to let Musashi in and closed it behind him. The spacious room was indeed crowded and heavy with the smell of sweat, sex and alcohol. There were a few girls but many more guys, and several of them had gathered in a corner, all either stripped down or completely naked. Musashi looked around and found a nude Rei Ayanami on her knees giving a slow blowjob to some guy sitting back on the couch while he chatted with two of his friends and sipped from a beer can in his hand.

“You will have to wait, though. Asuka is REALLY busy.” Mana pointed towards the group of naked boys standing in the corner.

Musashi could hear the panting and moaning and the slapping of flesh on flesh. He walked up to the boys and peered in. He had been prepared for the worse, but he was still shocked by the scene.

Naked save for her shoes, hair clips and something that looked like a chain around her hips, Asuka was straddling one of the guys lying on his back on the floor, furiously bouncing up and down to force more of his hard shaft into her sloppy sheath. As Musashi watched, a second boy pushed Asuka forward, thus exposing her sweaty ass cheeks and her little asshole, which was already leaking deposits of cum. Holding his cock in his hand, the boy carefully nudged his mushroom-shaped head against the redhead’s rosebud.

Asuka let out a groan as the boy took her from behind, though it was muffled by a mouthful of cock. Two mouthfuls, actually, as the boys in front of her were taking turns shoving their hairy dicks into her mouth. She slurped noisily at one while the other rubbed all over her face, coating her sweaty skin with pre-cum and spit.

The boy behind her started to thrust harder against Asuka’s well-used sphincter, skewering her like a piece of meat. With her nose buried deep in a bush of pubic hair and a hairy ball sac bouncing off her chin, Asuka reached blindly behind her to spread herself open rather than fight. Grunting, the boy plunged his throbbing member deeper inside her rectum, forcing a trickle of sperm out of the overstuffed hole.

Musashi well remembered how reluctant Asuka was to have anal sex with him, but here, surrounded by a group of naked strangers, she seemed to be enjoying it.

She's out of control, he thought. He could see on Asuka's stained red face that the proud girl he had always wanted to humiliate and degrade was gone, leaving behind this sex-crazed shell.

Grabbing a hold of her hair, the boy in her mouth began to earnestly thrust in and out of her wet hole, his hands tight, using her long tresses as reins and keeping Asuka’s head slightly tilted back so that his cock could go all the way down her throat.

“Mnnghfgh,” Asuka chocked, but the boy’s hands were like metal bands, pinning her up against him. Tears fell down her cheeks, her nostrils flaring as she fought for breath.

Meanwhile, the guy under her was thrusting his pelvis violently upwards, forcing her to bounce up and down his hard shaft like a perverted cowgirl. He had now captured a swollen nipple in his mouth and pulling it with his teeth. Not wanting to be outdone by others, the boy behind her slammed against Asuka’s glistening rear end with such force that the soft mounds flattened and sprayed a mist of sweat in all directions. Her buttocks turned an angry crimson hue from the ferocious pounding she was receiving.

The boy fucking Asuka's face was equally merciless, grunting and moaning and shoving his hips at a mad pace. Asuka did nothing to resist him, and when he released his load she gagged trying to swallow it all, her throat bulging grotesquely from the effort. With a final grunt, the boy pulled back, a string of sticky cum stretching from the tip of his cock to Asuka's swollen lips.

As the satisfied boy moved away Asuka picked up her pace.

"Ungh, uunngh, uuuunnnnngh!” she moaned loudly. “Yessss. Fuuuuuck. Harder! Harder, motherfuckers, HARDER!"

The boys obliged, and the redhead experienced a terrific thrill at the feeling of the two thick penises grinding together inside her, with only the thin wall of an elastic membrane separating her two erogenous channels. Her firm, teenage ass moved in a blur, her face quickly changing into that familiar look of utterly mindless pleasure, mouth hanging open and eyes rolled back. Her body began to shake as she slammed the cocks one last time until her whole body started convulsing.

“HHIIIAAA!” she cried and screamed as she came.

She was still blissfully lost in the throes of orgasm when Musashi saw her partners—if they could be called that—tense up almost in unison and begin depositing their salty seed into her rectum and pussy, filling both her holes with cum. A fourth guy, who had been watching it all while masturbating, stepped up and grabbed Asuka by the hair, turning her stupidly-smiling face towards him as he jerked his slippery cock just a few inches away. Thick ropes of jizz shot out, covering her nose, cheeks, eyebrows and upper lip.

By the time her orgasm subsided Asuka's whole body had gone limp. The boy holding her hair released her and she slumped down on the guy beneath her, who apparently had enough of her sperm-soaked body and rudely pushed her off. Asuka just lay there in a heap, leaking cum from her every hole, her eyes glazed and her face a glistening smudge.

She had no time to rest.

“Get up, whore.” Mana poked Asuka’s shapely rear with a foot. “Now. Come on.”

It took a few more kicks for Asuka to finally move her hands down to cover her pussy and sit up, staring blankly up at Mana, fresh sperm still dripping down her face.

“Wha … ” she croaked. Her voice was hoarse and unrecognizable. She seemed very groggy, almost drunk.

They probably filled her with alcohol before they filled her with cum, Musashi thought.

“You need to get up. I know you are having fun here but you'll have to wait a bit before enjoying the rest of the guys, slut.” Mana wrenched her hair and forced her to stand up. It was a miracle Asuka could manage even that. “Seems like the guests below need a piece of you as well. So go. Act normal. We'll let you know when to come back.”

Mana laid a stinging blow across Asuka’s sweaty buttocks and dragged the staggering redhead over to the door.

“There, there piglet.” Mari grabbed her arms to steady her while she sent a hand down to slap her cum-soaked cunt. “Walk straight.”

Asuka whimpered, her knees buckling. She would have fallen if the other two girls had not been holding her up. Jizz and her own teen honey oozed freely, leaving a trail on the floor as she went, and she reeked of the sweat that coated every inch of her body. She was in bad shape. Even her hair was a mess, a tangled wiry mass of long disheveled locks. Large chunks of it were glued together by semen, and it stuck to her like a wet cloth. More semen was literally clinging to her face, off her nose and chin.

Together, Mana and Mari tossed the dazed redhead out of the room. Asuka tried to turn, stumbled and landed on her ass just outside the door.

“Don’t fucking joke with me!” Musashi hissed through clenched teeth. “There’s no way I can take her looking like this!”

“Well, clean her if you want.” Mari tossed them a box of tissues while Mana picked up Asuka’s dress.

“I … I can take care of … myself,” Asuka groaned, wiping off a thick glob of sperm dangling down her jaw and struggling to her feet.

Musashi offered her a hand to help her, but she slapped it away.

“Whatever you say, whore,” Mana said. She threw Asuka's dress at her face. “And take your smelly rags with you.”

*

Her knees gave out again almost as soon as the door slammed shut and Asuka plopped down onto her sore ass. She sat there in a daze, staring at the closed door, not knowing what to do.

“Come on,” Musashi said gently from behind her. “Get dressed. Someone will see.”

They had all seen, Asuka thought miserably. Every single one. What was left for her to hide?

“Hikari was looking for you.”

Hearing her friend's name seemed to bring her out of her shock. She turned her head to Musashi, standing over her holding a box of tissues, and remembered that she was naked. He was right, she realized. She couldn't go down like this. Hikari was downstairs. So was Shinji.

With an effort, Asuka pushed herself to her feet, clutching her dress in one hand and taking the box of paper tissues from Musashi. She stumbled a few steps, but only far enough to sit down at the top of the stairs.

Musashi moved in front of her to block the view in case someone was passing the stairs. Asuka ignored him. Ripping off a tissue, she started to wipe the cum and sweat from her face. Next came her breasts. The creamy skin was covered in angry bite marks from the intense biting and sucking it had been subjected to. Asuka wiped it clean using a new tissue, putting extra care around her nipples, which were very sensitive and made her hiss.

A smelly puddle had begun to form beneath her by the time she parted her long legs and ran another tissue carefully over her cunt, swollen pink and full of jizz. Then peeled back her loose labia with her fingers and scooped out all the sticky goo she could find. But the more she wiped the more oozed out. She wiped and wiped almost compulsively, each time more roughly than the last.

Used tissues quickly piled up, but the flow of still-lukewarm semen mixed with her own cunt juices finally trickled to a halt. Asuka slipped the dress back over her head and stood up on shaky knees, supporting herself on the rail next to the stairs as she reached around to wipe her ass crack.

When she was finished, Asuka gathered the used tissues and hid them in a corner. Then she smoothed her dress over her privates, ran her hands through her hair to fix it up a little—though there was nothing she could do about the parts that were stuck together or the smell—and trundled towards the stairs. She managed to descend two steps before her legs gave in. She was falling before she even realized it … and the next second she had Musashi’s arms around her.

Instead of thanking him, the feisty redhead pushed him away harshly. She tottered, but managed to remain standing.

“Keep your hands off me!” she barked.

“Well, sorry,” Musashi said. He held up his hands. “Next time I'll just let you fall down the stairs.”

“I don’t need help,” Asuka grumbled, holding on to the handrail for support. “From you or anyone else. Get that into your thick skull.”

“I said I'm sorry.” Musashi looked pointedly at Asuka’s disheveled state. “I thought you wouldn't mind someone being nice to you for a change. I guess you really enjoy being treated like a cum dumpster.”

“I don't enjoy it!”

“You sure could'a fooled me,” he told her. He looked as annoyed as Asuka felt. “I saw the look on your face when you getting fucked. You sure seemed like you were having a blast.”

“So what? Why do you care who I fuck? It’s none of your business.” Asuka was so angry at him she thought she might burst into tears. How dare he? After what he had done to her, how dare he?

“It is my business!” Musashi replied. “I am as much into it as you!”

“Oh, you are a victim now, huh?” To even suggest it made Asuka furious. She wanted to slap him. “Just because your fuck toy found herself new dicks to ride? That’s fucking hilarious.”

His voice quivered when he yelled. “You weren’t just my fuck toy!”

“Oh?” She had him. She was hurting him. It felt good not to be on the receiving end for once. “What was I then, your girlfriend? The one you drugged and raped? Are you stupid?”

“Don’t pretend you didn't like having sex with me.”

“I'm not!” Asuka admitted. “I liked fucking you, I liked knowing you wanted me. But then you stopped. So now I have other dicks to fuck!”

“None of them are your choice!” Musashi was practically screaming in her face, just like her into his.

“Neither were you!”

Musashi grabbed her her arm and squeezed it hard. “Stop this or else—”

“Or else what?” Asuka dared him, her face a scowl. “Are you going to hit me? Beat me up? Rape me?” She lifted the helm of her dress, flashing her genitals with all the subtlety of a bear flashing its teeth. “Well, what are you waiting for? Do it! Be a fucking man! Come on!”

To Musashi’s credit he did not even look between her legs. He peered into her eyes, wide and furious. They fell silent as they glared at each other for a long moment. Then Musashi released her arm. The redhead let the front of her dress drop and turned away from him.

“Thought so,” Asuka spat. “You only want to fuck me when I'm drugged. Shinji has bigger balls than you.”

“Don’t compare me with that pussy!” Musashi snapped, roughly grabbing her from behind and shoving her up against the wooden rail. “Fucking is all you care you care about? This is what you want? Fine!”

Asuka felt the air forced out of her lungs as she was bent over. Bracing herself with her arms, she looked over her shoulder just in time to see Musashi free his huge dong, which was in a state of semi-erection, yawning lazily to one side and drooping slightly. Below it dangled the wrinkled, fair hair-covered skin bag containing his heavy testicles.

"Looks good to you, doesn't it, slut?" he chortled, pulling up her dress.

Once upon a time having her bare ass hanging out for anyone to see would have made Asuka very ashamed and distraught. Not anymore.

"It's the ugliest thing I ever saw." She was lying and they both knew it.

The sight of his rising, thickening penis brought back the memory of how wildly she'd responded to him whenever they fucked, and how much she enjoyed it. A sense of unbidden excitement welled up in her when she felt the head of his hard cock jab against her sodden entrance. Two strong hands took her around the waist. Asuka had the urge to spread her legs even wider apart and let him ram that big thing up into her as deep as it would go.

Musashi grunted as he drove every inch of his pulsating penis inside the warmth of her all-too-willing vagina. His hips slapped audibly against her creamy buttocks, flattening them with the force of impact.

The redhead emitted a cry not unlike the bleating of a lamb when he entered her. Her knees buckled and a tremor racked her feverish body. She could feel every bump and ridge on his manhood, and even his throbbing pulse deep inside her, deeper than ever before, squashing the fleshy neck of her womb and shoving that pear-shaped organ of her femininity a good two inches higher up into her abdominal cavity.

"Oh, mein Gott . . . Gott!" she gasped, shuddering all over.

Musashi slowly pulled back until only the head of his dick remained inside, allowing her to take a ragged breath before slamming himself once more into her cunt. Asuka cried out, eyes rolling back.

“Still think I'm like Ikari?” he grunted as he began fucking her in earnest, hips slapping against her buttocks with wet smacking sounds.

“Ugggh! Ugh!” Asuka moaned in response. The thickness of his penetrating shaft made her inflamed labia fold inward each time he filled her with it and distend outward obscenely when he retreated, stretching from her body as her lips tried to cling to his circumference.

Wet slapping sounds completely drowned out the distant sounds of the party in the hall, almost as loud as Asuka's lustful moans and Musashi's groans. His hips slammed against her round butt, sending wild ripples through her body. In and out, in and out. Slap, slap, slap.

With all that feverish movement it wasn't long before the shoulder-straps of her dress slid off, exposing her little jiggling breasts and hard pink nipples. Her hands moved forward as to grab the wooden rail for support, her grip so strong that her knuckles started to grow white as Musashi bucked into her harder and harder.

In the back of her mind, Asuka knew that having sex on top of the stairs was a bad idea; that even through the loud music someone might still hear the passionate sounds of their lovemaking and come to investigate. She would have no way to cover herself in time if anyone were to pass the hall. That it could be Shinji or Hikari who found her.

She knew all that, and she didn't care.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she rasped, shaking her head from side to side as she pushed back against Musashi's invading cock, meeting it midway.

Musashi moved his hands away from her waist and took a handful of her tangled red hair, pulling her head back while burying himself to the hilt in her. In response, Asuka arched her back and stuck out her ass, trying to give him better access. She could hardly catch her breath between pants and moans, so furiously was the tanned boy fucking her, but she still moved her hips back into him, deepening the penetration. The wooden rail creaked under them.

"You are a fucking slut," Musashi hissed down at her, slamming her furiously as if to punish her for finding enjoyment in the indecent act he was forcing upon her.

His verbal abuse only made Asuka hotter. Her face twisted into a pleasure-filled grimace as she thrust her sopping wet pussy against him so violently it made her ass sting when they came together.

Finally, Musashi’s thrusts started to lose some of their timing as he instinctively began to seek his release and his breathing grew more and more labored. His fingers dug harder into her hair and he started to viciously drag her back into his jack-hammering hips. After a handful of beats, he crushed their bodies together, grunting, and exploded inside her, filling her pussy with his hot cum.

And then Asuka was coming too, throwing back her head as the floodgates of pleasure burst open and crying out in ecstasy.

"Ooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaah! Ahh!”

The intensity of her climax was tremendous. She gasped for air, moaning and whimpering like a little puppy. Her whole body tensed as her wet, convulsively clutching vagina milked every drop from Musashi's aching balls into the sweet, hot depths of her heaving belly.

Spent, they stood like that for a long moment, gasping and panting, their sweaty bodies joined together by their sexes. Musashi let his pecker soak in her until it went completely soft. Only then did he drag it out, dripping, and as soon as he did so Asuka pushed herself away from him. She was weak and dazed, and everything was in a fog, but she remembered that she was mad at him.

“Well?” Musashi asked while pulling up pants. “What’s your excuse now?”

Asuka shot him a hard glare as she straightened, letting the hem of her dress fall down to cover her bare pussy, which was now leaking a thick mixture of her pussy juices and Musashi’s lukewarm semen. Even so, sticky white strings could still be seen roping slowly between her thighs.

“There's … there's nothing to say,” she muttered, not looking at him as she pulled up the front of the dress and fixed the shoulder straps.

Before Musashi could utter one more word, Asuka quickly descended the stairs, having trouble keeping her balance on her shoes and leaning heavily on the rail. When she reached bottom she walked down the hallway and paused just outside the living-room door to gather herself.

It doesn't mean anything, she repeated. And it was true—those boys were just cocks to her. But Musashi …

Asuka shook her head, not wanting to think about him anymore. Wiping her face with her hands, she opened the door and entered the crowded living room. The party was in full swing. The music was loud and heavy, the lights dim. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, drinking and dancing. It didn't take long to find Hikari.

“There you are,” her friend said when she saw her. “I thought you'd forgotten about your own party.” She frowned. “Are you alright? You don't look so good. What is that smell?”

Asuka tried to smile, but inside she felt like crying. “I just had a little too much to drink. That's all.”

With so much cum churning in her stomach, it wasn't even a lie.

*

The boy dancing with her did not seem to notice anything. He followed her movements with admiring eyes, the same way boys usually did at school. He couldn't have known that underneath her dress her cunt was leaking cum.

Such was the story of the evening for Asuka, and for the billionth time she cursed her decision to go back to the party instead of cleaning up in the bathroom. Luckily, the song finished quickly. Asuka forced a fake smile to her dance partner and retreated to the furthest corner of the room, away from any more boys who might ask her to dance, Hikari’s concerned look and Musashi's angry glare.

She waited to make sure that no one was watching her, then reached a hand under the dress. Her face twisted in disgust as she felt wetness on her fingertips. When she pulled out her hand and looked at it she saw gooey white specks mixed with dribbles of her own honey.

Asuka sighed. Her body was still overly excited from all the sex she'd had, and her rock-hard clit and stiff nipples seemed to drill holes in her dress. Musashi had wanted to punish her for being a wanton slut, but instead he'd only gotten her worked up and craving for more. But she would rather die than admit that to him now. So she did the only thing she could and sent her hand back down to her pussy.

“What do we have here?”

Asuka nearly jumped when she heard Mari's voice behind her. She quickly tried to pull her hand away but strong fingers encircled her wrist, keeping it where it was under her skirt. The she felt the other girl pressing herself against her back, her large full breasts flattening between them.

“Leave you alone for a second only to find you masturbating,” Mari whispered in her ear, her tone playful. “In the middle of your own party, no less. Talk about being loose.”

The older girl forcibly moved Asuka’s hand, rubbing it against her pussy. It was soaking wet and in an instant her fingers became sticky with her juices and sperm.

“I-I wasn’t,” Asuka protested, wriggling her hand free after a few tugs and turning around. “What are you doing in here? Leave me alone.”

“Oh come on, piglet, that’s so not nice of you,” Mari said, moving closer. She was smiling. Asuka tried to step back only to find her retreat blocked by the wall. “I came to ask you for a dance.” She finished by grabbing Asuka and pulling her into an embrace as slow music began to play.

Asuka struggled, but Mari held her tight.

“Don’t make a scene, piglet,” the brunette cooed. “It's not that weird for two girlfriends to have a dance together. But if you struggle people will start looking and I might do something else… like kissing you and lifting your skirt up to show everyone that nasty used cunt of yours.”

That made Asuka instantly stop struggling, though she still looked very unhappy.

Mari eased her grip, a broad smile on her full lips, and pushed her hands lower, to the small of Asuka's back, keeping her close. Looking right into her eyes, Mari ran her hands over the her tight buttocks and down onto her naked thighs, and then under her skirt.

The redhead froze for a moment, feeling Mari’s palms lazily massage the tender flesh of her buttocks, but otherwise made no effort to resist.

“You said you wouldn't,” Asuka gasped into the other girl's ear.

“I said I wouldn't lift up your skirt,” Mari whispered back, holding Asuka close by her buns and forcing her to press her lower stomach hard against her. They began moving slowly together. “Besides, I know you like it.”

Asuka looked over Mari’s shoulder to see if anyone was watching them, but mercifully everyone was too enticed in the party to pay them any attention. Seizing the moment, Mari squeezed Asuka’s ass cheeks hard and wedged her thigh between her legs. The contact of the smooth skin rubbing against her wet pussy sent a hot ripple through the redhead and a gasp escaped her lips.

Mari didn't seem to mind her thigh getting smeared with Asuka‘s wet heat. Instead, she squeezed her squirming ass eagerly, digging her fingers into the round flesh. Asuka hissed and shuffled forward, riding Mari's leg. With their bodies pressed so tightly together, Asuka could tell that Mari’s nipples were as hard and firm as her own even through their clothes.

“Come on, piglet, dance.” Mari urged Asuka to move by giving her a light slap on her butt.

Having no choice, Asuka let her body follow Mari’s lead. As they danced she ground her bare pussy up and down the girl's thigh, leaving a glistering trail of her honey. Mari held her close, and their bodies turned and moved together in a slow rhythm. Asuka felt weaker with each passing moment. The pressure on her crotch from Mari's leg was enticing, as was the feeling of their firm breasts and taut nipples rubbing on each other through the thin material of their dresses. The firm hands groping her ass didn't help either.

It was one of those hands that sent a finger to tease inside Asuka's butt crack while the other pulled her cheeks apart. The finger moved deeper, until it came to rest against her inflamed, tender asshole.

Asuka gasped as the brunette's middle finger broke the seal of her asshole and wiggled into her rectum. Then she felt Mari curl her finger, stretching the tight chute in a distressingly pleasant way. Asuka let out a grunt, not sure herself if she was protesting the contact or begging for more.

Her traitorous body was pretty sure of what it wanted, though, and pushed itself harder into the brunette's probing finger. Instead of obliging her, Mari teasingly slipped her finger out and pressed it to Asuka's lips before the redhead could protest.

“We will have more time for this later,” Mari whispered. “That‘s why I came here, in fact.”

“I thought you came here to dance,” Asuka said.

“I did. And it was a nice dance. Thank you.” Mari patted her cheek, leaning so close that Asuka thought she might kiss her after all. “But you can‘t forget your other guests. Come up quickly, pig. We'll be waiting.”

With that brunette let her go and walked off as if nothing had happened. Asuka lifted her head and looked around, but to her great relief no one was looking at her.

For a few moments she stood there considering her options. She could risk staying down in the first floor and then make up an excuse. Mana would punish her for sure regardless. She didn't want that.

And you want to fuck, she told herself. But so what? It was her party and she'd fuck if she wanted to.

She was across the living room and on her way to the hall when Musashi stepped in from of her.

“What do YOU want?” Asuka asked angrily, trying to push past him. The tanned boy grabbed her by the wrist.

“Where are you going?” he demanded, though he surely must have known the answer.

Asuka tugged free. “That’s none of your business.”

“You are going back, aren’t you?”

“So what if I am?” Asuka said, biting her lower lip to keep herself from shouting.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” He looked almost as hurt as he did angry.

“I don’t have a choice, remember?” Asuka shouldn't have to remind him but she did anyway. “My choices were stripped from me that day on Keita's table!”

“Don’t start this again! You have a choice! But you are only making excuses for yourself because it’s easier!”

People were starting to turn their heads now, but it was too late.

“ … and deep down inside you always were a coward!” Musashi was shouting at her now. “Running from yourself and from others!”

Asuka let out a choking sound as her right hand flew up and slapped him hard across the face.

“Stop pretending that you care!” To her own horror she felt tears burning her eyes. Before she could start to cry openly in front of everyone she pushed around Musashi and ran away.

Away from Musashi, away from Shinji, away from Hikari and all of her problems. She could hear the crowd picking up behind her, but she continued to run without turning back. She climbed the stairs and came to the door on the second floor where her nightmare and her only hope for release awaited her.

Half an hour later Asuka found herself slumped back lazily on the sofa with Mari. One of her legs was propped up across Mari’s thigh, spreading her open. Her left breast was completely uncovered and sported a couple of new bright red bite marks on the white skin. The front of her dress was rolled up around her waist, allowing Mari's hand to slowly stroke the heart-shaped, neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair.

The scene in front of them was, if anything, more perverted.

Naked and on all fours, it was now Rei's turn to get gang-banged. A black-haired boy stood in front of her feeding her his cock while another was kneeling behind her, keeping a tight grip on her naked buttocks as he thrust slowly into her, making a rhythmic slapping sound. Rei hardly made any noise herself, her lips tight around the cock in her mouth, her cheeks sunken from the suction she was applying. She was covered in sweat. Unlike Asuka, who had been downstairs to attend her party, Rei had spent all night locked in the stifling, crowded room being used without rest. By now she must have pleasured every cock and every pussy at least once.

It suddenly occurred to Asuka that the boys were much more gentle with Rei than they had been with her.

Idiots, she thought. When it was her they fucked like a pack of starved animals, but with Rei …

“Don‘t worry, piglet. She'll never be as good as you,” Mari said, giving Asuka‘s juicy hard button some attention, tickling and tugging it up before landing a tiny spank that caused her to hiss.

But it wasn’t just the pain. Her cunt cried out for attention, and her body for release. Mari’s nimble fingers toyed with her clitoris and pressed delicately into her before teasingly pulling away. It was torture.

“Please…” Asuka begged through clenched teeth.

“Please what, piglet?” Mari continued to tease her, lazily dragging her fingers across the edge of Asuka’s aching pussy. Then she pushed her index finger between the labia and ran them quickly back and forth over the wet slit. She gave Asuka only the briefest of thrills before pulling out and moving her hand up to her face.

“Please make me cum.”

“Oh, that.” Mari licked her glistening fingers, tasting a trace of Asuka’s musk. She must have liked it because she dropped her hand again to the sloppy vagina. “My, my, what a horny, nasty pig you are. But since you asked so nicely …”

Asuka moaned as Mari forced two fingers inside her and curled them against the wall of her cunt. The brunette leaned in to take Asuka’s tit into her mouth and give it a hard suck as her fingers pressed further between her folds. Asuka felt them enter her, felt them parting her lose fleshy channel as if it were a wet rubber sleeve. A whimper left her lips.

"I just love how naughty you are for me, my dirty pig." Mari chewed on her nipple, grazing her teeth along sensitive buds, her lips kissing the pink circle around it.

Asuka could feel her orgasm building. Mari’s cheeks sank as her suckling began to grow louder and harder. Her fingers pumped in and out, drawing a fresh tide of wetness each time.

Just a little bit more …

Then the door opened and Mana walked in. The boys fucking Rei paused and looked at her for a moment, before going back to their little blue-haired doll. Mari on the other hand showed no interest and carried right on sucking on Asuka’s exposed breast.

“How did it go?” Yoko asked Mana.

“Well, cunt-chan really made a show of herself,” Mana said, looking disapprovingly at Mari and Asuka on the couch. “Her fight with Musashi convinced most of the guests to leave. When I told Hikari that Asuka would be with her closest friends upstairs, the little dyke said she wanted to come. I told her Asuka didn't want her around.” She kicked Asuka's leg with her foot. “Hear that, cunt?”

Now Hikari would hate her too, Asuka thought vaguely. Just like Musashi and Shinji.

“Good news,” Mari said, letting the engorged nipple from her mouth. “More piglet for us.”

Mana shrugged. “I told Shinji to take her home. He tried to argue, but I promised him I'd take care of Asuka.”

“Oh, we will.” Mari glanced up at Asuka's face, then viciously dug her fingers deeper inside her vagina, curling them up. Asuka couldn’t help but moan.

Mana was visibly annoyed. “Geez, can you stop fucking her while we speak?”

“Alright, alright,” Mari said, and slowly started to pull her fingers out.

Asuka growled at her, her bare ass lifting off the sofa and her pelvis thrusting upwards in a needy demand for orgasm. But Mari’s hand simply pulled further back then struck a wet slap across Asuka’s begging pussy.

“Wow, you are really horny, pig.”

“Please ...” Asuka moaned, mindlessly thrusting her pelvis.

“Stop it already, you stupid cunt.” Mana grabbed Asuka by her hair and dragged her back, pulling the redhead’s desperately humping pelvis away from Mari’s hand. She glared at brunette girl. “I know it’s cunt-chan’s birthday and all that, but we need her focused. Giver her another orgasm and she'll end up dazed like a dumb cow. That's no fun.”

“Okay, fine. Sorry about that.” Mari waved her hand, still wet and sticky from Asuka’s pussy juices.

Asuka felt burning pain in her scalp as Mana pulled her up from the couch and threw her on the floor. The dress was roughly stripped completely off her body, leaving the teen kneeling naked except for her shoes. Mana reached down and tore the necklace from her waist with a tug. Asuka had forgotten all about it.

“Shinji's—” the name had barely left Asuka's lips before Mana planted her foot on the back of her head and shoved her face into the carpet.

“If I so much as hear you say his name again I swear I will kill you and make sure he finds your filthy, cum-drenched body. And I'll make sure he knows about what you were getting around to. He'll think of you as a whore for the rest of his life.”

Somehow the thought of Shinji believing she was a whore scared her more than the thought of being killed.

“Understand?” Mana stomped her foot, pounding Asuka's head on the carpet.

Asuka managed a weak nod.

Mana released her with a huff and a push of her foot. Asuka rose wearily to her knees, not daring to even lift her head. Behind her a series of loud grunts indicated that the boys had finally stuffed Rei’s holes with their loads. But no one really cared about that anymore.

“So, what are we going to do now?” Mari asked looking speculatively at the kneeling redhead.

“I think it's time for the birthday cake,” Mana said.

“Birthday cake?” Confused, Mari looked at Mana. Then she remembered. “Ooooh, THAT birthday cake. That would be great.”

“Yeah,” Mana said. “Get everything ready. I’ll go down to get the cream.”

She left again.

Meanwhile, Mari rushed over to the closet and retrieved a clear plastic sheet. This she placed on the carpet in the middle of the room and motioned for Asuka. “Lie down on your belly.”

Knowing better than to argue, Asuka crawled on her hands and knees to where she was told and laid down on her stomach on the sheet. The clear plastic was sticky as it came into contact with her sweaty skin, and hot too. Then she felt Mari’s nimble fingers pull off her high heels, leaving her feet as bare as the rest of her body.

“Put your hands behind your back,” the brunette ordered.

Asuka hesitated but two quick slaps across her buttocks convinced her to obey. Mari grabbed her wrists and crossed them together at the small of her back. Beckoning one of the boys closer, she quickly pulled the belt from his trousers and used it to tied Asuka’s wrists together. Then, as if to reward her, she placed two fingers into the bound girl's pussy and gave it a few quick thrusts. Asuka grunted, but she liked it nonetheless and the fingers left her all too soon.

“Turn over.” Mari licked the tangy pussy juice off her fingers while Asuka rolled over on her back. It was awkward with her hands tied, but she managed it without too much trouble.

Mari took a hold of her ankles and brought her feet together, pressing her soft pink soles against each other. She used another belt to tie her feet like this. Next the brunette slipped a broom handle behind her knees and tied it in place, making it impossible for Asuka to close her legs, which now created a diamond on the sheet. Lewdly spread, her shameless pussy was like an open book for all to read. The boys around her stared with lust-filled eyes, each wanting do things to her, but she was used to that. Kensuke was never too far, filming her with his camera and mocking her.

Finally, to ensure she was seen but not heard, Mari strapped a large gag over her mouth. Unlike the contraption she had worn during Ritsuko's class which had a thin strap and a rubber ring, this one consisted of a heavy leather muzzle and a wide metal ring with a rubber plug hanging from a light chain. It covered most of the young teen's face below the nose and was very tight. The inside had a circular rubber fitting that wedged between Asuka's teeth, forcing her jaw so wide she couldn't even move it no matter how much she tried.

Mari reached around behind her head and cinched the strap tighter. The leather dug in, squeezing Asuka's soft cheeks into red bulges above the black muzzle.

“There you go,” Mari said happily. “Looks much better.”

“Mmnnghh!” Asuka grunted something into her gag, wiggling on the sticky plastic beneath her like a helpless fish as the brunette began playing with her nipples, twisting and pulling until she felt tears in her eyes. Mana returned a few minutes later carrying a dozen cans of whipped cream in a plastic shopping bag.

Mari grinned as she took a can out of the bag. Mana turned to address the other guests. “The plan is to make cunt-chan's body into a birthday cake. There's lots of cream and some strawberries so use as much as you want.”

Even before she had finished talking Mari was kneeling at Asuka’s side. Ignoring the redhead's protests, she popped open the plug in front of the gag, dipped the can's tab in the opening and squirted a thick fluffy wad of whipped cream into her mouth.

“Don't swallow,” Mari warned as she filled Asuka’s mouth with cream.

It wasn't so bad, Asuka told herself. She liked whipped cream well enough, and the sugary sweet taste was a welcomed relief from the lingering reek of cum in her mouth.

Mari topped off her handiwork with a swirl, the tip of which protruded out from the gag's metal-rimmed opening. Then she shook the can and squirted more cream across Asuka's brow, down to her cheeks, nose and chin, covering every bit of skin she could find. Asuka squirmed uncomfortably as she was buried under a thick foamy mask. Mari was careful to avoid her eyes, leaving the round blue orbs to peer out from under the heavy layer of white.

While Mari was busy doing her face, one of the boys grabbed a can and started whipping cream around Asuka’s slender neck. Two more boys worked on her breasts, covering the small mounds with concentric white circles swirling up to the nipples.

Feeling the soft cream on her erect nubs made Asuka jerk and groan into the gag.

Mana wordlessly passed a bowl filled with strawberries to the boys. Each took a fruit and carefully balanced it atop the cream swirls they had made over the nipples. Mari took a third strawberry and, generously spraying some cream between Asuka’s breasts, placed it there. Yet another berry went in the hollow of Asuka's collarbone.

Asuka hissed as another boy lathered her stomach and made a small mountain of cream inside her belly button, which he then decorated a strawberry. Meanwhile, Mari took a fresh can and wrote “PIG” across Asuka’s abdomen. She moved downward, coating the pubic mound with a heavy white layer. Finally, the brunette worked her way between Asuka’s spread legs. Here the glistening wetness seeping from inside the school's former idol gave evidence that the process was not all that uncomfortable.

And indeed, Asuka could think of about a million things worse than having her soft naked body covered with whipped cream.

It only got better when Mari pulled apart her lower lips with her fingers, inserted the tab at the top of the can into her pink sheath and began stuffing it with cream. Asuka’s hips bucked involuntarily as a shudder of pure pleasure surge through her bound and gagged form, and Mari must have enjoyed it too because she started fingering herself. Other boys were drawing lines down her thighs and spraying thick cream between her toes.

With one hand still in her own snatch, Mari finished covering Asuka's with cream, carefully sculpting a triangle over her pubic region with a few swirls reaching up like a tiny forest. Then she took a few strawberries and placed them along Asuka’s cream-coated labia and clit, which was already peeking out of its hood and throbbing with her exited heartbeat. The rest went down her inner thighs.

Predictably, the last and largest strawberry went inside. Asuka barely felt it as it slipped through her folds, but she trembled at the touch of Mari's playful fingers.

“I think she is ready to eat,” Mari said at last, licking and sucking the remaining traces of cream from her fingers. Her green eyes traveled up and down the length of Asuka’s creamy naked body, now a living birthday cake for the enjoyment of her guests.

“What are you guys waiting for?” Mana gestured towards the cream-covered teen, stepping away. It was clear that, differently from Mari, she wasn’t very eager to eat anything off Asuka’s body. “Dig in.”

Mari went first. There was hunger in her eyes as she leaned in and pushed her tongue into the ring gag until their tongues intertwined amidst the mouthful of cream. Meanwhile, one of the boys started to lick Asuka’s face, dragging his tongue down her brow to her nose. Asuka wiggled and moaned, but she couldn’t do anything. A few more boys joined in, licking off the cream from her eyebrows, around her eyes, and even sucking on her ear though it wasn’t covered in cream. She was trapped under a barrage of mouths and drooling tongues.

“Wow, I never thought pigs could taste so good,” Mari said. She had broken her kiss and was now running her lips down Asuka’s chin, right below the leather muzzle until she reached the base of her neck. She ran her tongue along the trail of cream, pausing at the sensitive area between the breasts. Sprinkling tender kisses and light licks, she moved her mouth to the right, allowing her lips and tongue to crawl up the delicious mound while Asuka moaned and squirmed. When she reached the tip, where a strawberry was precariously balanced, Asuka's moaning intensified.

Mari took the strawberry in her mouth and rolled it around with the tongue. As the older girl bit into the soft fruit she ever-so-slightly nipped the hardened nipple, causing Asuka to draw in her breath sharply through the gag. Mari swallowed the fruit but her lips and tongue continued kissing a spiral pattern around the tiny aureola.

As Mari really got into it a naked boy leaned in and engulfed Asuka‘s other breast with his mouth, sucking and biting on it hard. It was painful and not nearly as exciting as the brunette's expert touch. Slowly, Mari brought her hand beneath Asuka‘s breast, cupping it as she opened her mouth and took as much of the soft mound into her mouth as she could, kneeing and sucking and licking.

Her inhibitions totally destroyed, Asuka allowed herself to sink deeper in pleasure. The boys licking her face had finished, leaving behind only a few specks of cream and a thick layer of saliva on her skin. Her tongue slithered out through the gag, a warm pink worm, and was met and parried by another. Asuka didn't know who kissed her next, and she didn't care. They could all kiss her. The boys and the girls. It felt so good.

Down below Mari had released her breast from her mouth and was moving again, tracing the cream covered flesh with her tongue, slowly descending towards her belly button. Mari took the strawberry nestled in the tiny hollow between her teeth and bit down, allowing the juices run down her chin. Then the brunette extended her tongue and started licking around the button. Asuka‘s muscles contracted with each swipe, her back arching.

When there was no cream left inside the shallow hole and it was glistening with Mari‘s saliva, the brunette moved her head lower, licking down to just above the freshly-shaven pubic region.

Mari‘s tongue combed through the heart-shaped pubic hair, up and down, licking the cream away. Asuka wantonly thrust her hips, seeking more contact. Mari was about to move lower, but then the precious space between Asuka's legs was occupied by a boy starting to lick her inner thighs.

“Get off, jerkface. It‘s mine!” Mari grabbed the boy's hair and shoved his head away.

The boy seemed like he wanted to argue, but the look on Mari’s face convinced him to go find some other part of Asuka’s body. That part turned out to be her feet, and the warm tongue he used to lick the cream from between her delicate toes felt almost as good as anything Asuka had yet endured.

“Yeah, all mine,” Mari muttered sweetly. She lowered her head to just an inch over Asuka's creamy entrance, placing her fingers against each side of the slit and pulling her pouty lips apart.

Asuka let out a muffled moan as the older girl flicked her tongue teasingly up and down this tasty morsel, swirling and swirling around her sex, lapping up whipped cream from every delicate fold. Mari used nothing but her mouth to coax out the large strawberry buried within her cream-filled ripeness. Tongue and teeth nibbled and sucked at the piece of fruit, and Asuka too.

Slipping her tongue on the underside of the strawberry, Mari was able to scoop the last bit into her mouth. It was fully coated in cream and Asuka‘s tangy juices, dripping. Mari closed her eyes and chewed slowly.

Asuka was breathing hard, fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back and losing all control.

Swallowing the fruit, Mari lowered her face again. She pressed her tongue to the bottom of Asuka's pussy and then slowly dragged it all the way up to the throbbing clit. Then she jabbed past the lose lips and into the opening itself, burying it fully in Asuka’s cream pot. It probed and plunged into the naked teen, caressing her, encouraging her juices to flow with the cream.

“Mnuugh!” Asuka moaned into the gag, her hips rising off the plastic covering even though Mari was still holding her down.

The pleasure was everywhere, all at once. Some boys kissed her, thrusting their tongue deep into her helpless mouth. Others bit, licked and sucked her puffy nipples. Meanwhile, the boy at her feet took her big toe into his mouth and started sucking on it.

After few minutes of teasing and licking off most of the cream inside, Mari withdrew her tongue and now concentrated more on the outside of the redhead’s pussy. Her tongue danced around her clit, bringing Asuka ever closer to orgasm. Her mouth slowly enveloped the erect nub and massaged it with both tongue and wet lips.

“Aaaamnnnnughh!” Asuka moaned again into her gag as Mari‘s teeth caught her clit and nibbled on it roughly for a few long, mind-scrambling seconds.

Mari sucked and bit the sensitive clitoris hard as she fluttered her tongue against the tip. The redhead bucked against the bespectacled girl‘s face, her pussy contracting in spasms. Her frothy cunt cream poured out in a hot tide.

She was close. So close.

And then she was there.

“Mmmmmghhgdd!” As Asuka came her bare ass bounced and bucked, bringing the plastic cover that was sticking to her skin along with it. Her red head snapped back and her body jerked violently while a current of orgasm coursed through her. Mari lapped up her cum eagerly, running her tongue up and down her slit like a cat with its milk.

When the current finally receded, Asuka flopped back on the sheet, panting. Her open cunt continued convulsing, clenching reflexively, but the rest of her body went limp.

“Tasty stuff,” Mari said, licking Asuka‘s cum off her lips. She moved away and her place was instantly taken by one of the boys eager to feast on the leftovers. There was practically no cream left though there were plenty of fresh juices still pouring from the redhead‘s moist, swollen labia.

Out of the corner of her eye, the dazed redhead saw Mana make Rei get on all fours and crawl to the other side of the room. Mana produced a large plastic needle filled with something white, but Asuka couldn't see what happened next as she was surrounded by even more boys ready to lick her body.

“I'm next,” a familiar voice said somewhere above her. It took Asuka a few seconds to realize it was Kensuke's, and that he was naked.

The bespectacled otaku passed the camera to another guy and picked up a can of whipped cream from the many scattered around the floor. Asuka followed him with foggy eyes, her mind having trouble concentrating as he shook the can and sprayed the cream across his erection. He was very thorough, covering his whole shaft, purple head and large drooping balls until it looked like a giant pile of shaving cream was coming out of his groin.

Maybe he's going to shave, Asuka thought stupidly.

He wasn't.

There were still other boys licking and groping her body and a new tongue had entered her cunt when Kensuke dropped into a squat, his feet on either side of her head, and sat himself on her upturned, trapped face so that his balls dangled over the gag's hole. Trapped beneath him, the tip of her nose was nearly rubbing against the wrinkled circle of his anus.

“Lick my balls clean, Red,” Kensuke ordered, reaching behind back and pulling Asuka's head deeper into his crack.

Feeling his sweaty skin clamp down all around her face, Asuka reached out her tongue through the gag's opening and licked up the creamy sac. The balls were large and heavy, dangling like a pair of fruits above her. Asuka pressed her tongue flat against them and dragged it up and down slowly. She could still taste the sweat, but the cream masked the worst of it.

Left and right, up and down, her tongue swapped across the otaku‘s testicles. She was almost surprised when he lifted himself up and his butt left her face. She greedily sucked in air, knowing very well that it was only a matter of time before he returned.

That he did, changing the angle of his pelvis so that he could slide his dick through the ring-gag. Asuka‘s eyes bulged out as more and more of Kensuke‘s cream-coated penis slithered inside her mouth, until it reached all the way to the back of her throat and she gagged. After several shallow thrusts the otaku once again squatted up above her and turned around, facing her. He lowered himself again, thrusting his penis inside the ring-gag, feeling Asuka‘s tongue wrap around it as he reached deeper than before.

He didn't have to tell her what he wanted. With the practiced touch of someone who had done this a hundred times, Asuka flicked her tongue over the cream-covered and then ran slowly up and down his length. Kensuke moaned softly and began picking up the pace, sliding his member through the metal ring, face-fucking the school's number one idol. He placed his hands atop of Asuka‘s head, grabbing a handful of her red hair as rode her teen face harder and harder, his testicles slapping loudly against her wet chin.

Asuka couldn't keep up with the increase in speed. Bound and gagged, she was effectively reduced to a hole.

But then, she had always been just a hole. All the boys, Musashi, even Shinji—they had only ever wanted her for her holes.

Some of the boys in the room were cheering Kensuke on now. He was thrusting so fast that his hips moved in a blur, his cock head fucking Asuka's throat with each stroke. The noises she made were like those of a plunger unclogging a toilet, wet and loud. Finally, the otaku threw his head back and forcefully pulled her red face against his groin. He groaned as he achieved his release.

Buried in his pubic hair, helpless, Asuka felt his sticky warm load shoot down her throat. She gagged, but somehow managed to swallow most of it, more cum filling her already churning stomach.

After several minutes Kensuke pulled out his softening member and grinned down at Asuka‘s tired face, imprisoned between his thighs. Her eyes were glazed and lost, strands of disheveled orange hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

“Thanks, Red.” Kensuke gave his cock a few shakes across her nose. Asuka made a muffled grunt in reply. The other boys had finished too, but none of them had made her cum.

Kensuke climbed off. Just as he did, Mari came up and patted Asuka's pussy with her foot.

“Hey, wake up, piglet. Rei‘s has a big surprise for you.”

Asuka focused her eyes and in time to see Rei crawling over the top of her, a handful of short blue hair clutched tightly in Mana's fist. For a moment she could only look on as Rei was forced into a squat inches away from her face. Twin pale buttocks filled her vision, and the tightly-clenched asshole between them twitched and bulged out slightly, hovering above the ring-gag‘s opening. There were a few white smears around the puckered rim.

Suddenly, her tired mind made the connection.

“Ghoughhh!” Asuka screamed into her gag, shaking her head and desperately trying to move away from Rei’s squatting form.

Hands were quickly all over her body, holding her down. Mari grinned down at her wide, panicked eyes. “Yeah, piglet. Your friend here will give you a nice treat. Smelly chocolate cream.”

“Blue hasn't used the toilet for a while,” Mana, who was now standing back, said. “She should have plenty of ‘chocolate’ for you, cunt-chan.”

“Ghoghhh! Ghogh! Gmouhh!” Asuka frantically pleaded into the gag, unable to tear her eyes from the twitching asshole right in front of her.

Mari reached out and slapped across Rei’s left buttocks. “Mhhhm! Shit with cream.”

Rei grunted as her full stomach was racked by a series of cramps. A tiny yellowish brown stream dribbled from the wrinkled hole before it tightened up to cut it off and fell on Asuka’s chin.

“Here, take this, piglet.” Mari calmly inserted a plastic see-through funnel into Asuka’s ring gag. “You’ll need it.”

A pair of hands held Asuka’s head immobile as she tried to turn away. Mari slapped her repeatedly, each time harder than the last, but all she could do was grunt behind her ring-gag now stuffed with the funnel and stare fearfully up at the Rei’s bulging asshole in terror.

Sweat trickled down between the albino‘s breasts, which were rising and falling with the exertion of her breathing. Her hips swayed back and forth as her throat gulped for air. Her bloated stomach rebelled at the unaccustomed pressure from inside with a loud rumble. She was ready to burst. The look on her face was sheer pain as she tried to hold her bowels in check.

Then Mari ran out of patience. “Hey, floppy bag of shit. It's time to feed the pig.” With that she lifted her right foot and kicked Rei‘s taut, swollen tummy.

Rei clenched her teeth, a wide grimace on her face as a strange groan rose from her throat. Asuka stared at her asshole, inches away, watching it wink and tremble. For a few, long moments nothing happened. Then, almost in slow a motion, the rubbery seal of her anus began to open. A loud, flapping wet fart escaped first. Rei grunted loudly and cried out as she gave up her fight and an explosion of fetid brown slurry poured out.

Blue eyes wide with terror, Asuka screamed into the gag as the filthy mixture filled the funnel and seeped into her helpless mouth. She trashed wildly, or tried to, but they held her down.

Rei’s body trembled as she tried with all her might to clench her asshole shut again but she had lost control of her bowels and could not stop or contain the expulsion. It was simply pushing itself out of her. A few seconds later she lost her bladder as well, and a thin but consistent stream of piss began flowing out, splashing Asuka’s breasts and stomach with warm urine.

Asuka cried and screamed, nearly puking herself. She could feel the warm substance travel down the funnel, coating her tongue and slowly filling her mouth. Because of the cream, the taste was not as bad as she had feared but the smell and the knowledge of what was in her mouth sent her into a heaving fits. Her throat locked instinctively, refusing to let Rei’s smelly filth slide further down. But the amount of feces and cream slowly began forcing its way down her throat.

The stream of piss finally stopped, leaving her skin soaked and the stench wafting in the air. Seeing that Asuka refused to swallow, Mana reached down and clamped her nose shut.

Only when she realized that she would asphyxiate did Asuka gulp the first mouthful of Rei’s shit and cream.

“Look!” Mari called out, delighted. “She's eating it!”

“Disgusting!” Mana said, shaking her head.

As they shared a good laugh Asuka struggled to force another greasy mouthful down. She kept on gulping and swallowing while Rei’s distended sphincter continued to leak the stinking slurry mix into the funnel. There was so much inside the squatting albino that it seemed like she might never finish squeezing it all out. Asuka could not bear to look any longer and closed her eyes. She swallowed and swallowed until eventually she came up empty.

“Is that all?” Disappointed, Mari walked up to Rei. “I thought you had more in store. Try to push out some more.” She grabbed handful of Rei’s blue hair and made the albino look up at her. “Come on! Push!”

Rei groaned in pain and tensed her abdomen muscles, trying to squeeze the last bit of filthy cream out of her bowels. A couple of wet, slurping farts escaped her gaping asshole and a warm stream of yellowish-brown dribbled out of it.

Thinking that the worse was over, Asuka carefully opened her eyes again.

“I said push, you dumb piece of shit!” Mari shouted as she shoved her knee straight into Rei’s stomach. The naked girl nearly doubled over, trembling and gasping for air. Slowly, her asshole opened and a massive brown turd started pushing its way out.

“There you go. All you needed was some persuasion.” Mari said, patting Rei’s sweaty face as she worked to force the solid-looking turd past her sphincter.

In a sudden mad fury Asuka redoubled her efforts to break free. The whole time she stared wide-eyed at the long, greasy log what now hung over her like a perverse brown pendulum, threatening to break off any second. She fought and she struggled, but the hands that held down her were stronger.

“Wow, its huge. Let me take this out.” Mana used her free hand to remove the dirty funnel. “There you go.”

The funnel was barely out before the massive turd finally broke off and plunged right through the ring-gag's opening into Asuka's mouth.

“HHHHHghghg!” Asuka screamed, thrashing around and trying desperately to lift the huge turd with her tongue, to push it out, but it only sagged under its heavy weight and squashed down, filling her mouth. The end of it wiggled around, sticking up from the metal ring under her nose and broke off. She couldn't smell it only because she was holding her breath.

The taste on the other hand … Asuka had eaten pussies and assholes before but never anything so foul. A new wave of nausea hit her. It took all her might not to puke. Somehow she realized that it was impossible to get it out now, so she tried to force it down as fast as possible. Bracing herself, she used her tongue to shovel the greasy mass back with her and swallowed. As the soft, warm length of it slid back her throat refused to swallow and she started heaving violently.

Her stomach rolled, threatening to come up. But Asuka was nothing if not determined. Fighting back the wave of revulsion, she swallowed again. Her throat bulged out, locking up, but still she swallowed. It was the hardest, most disgusting thing she had ever done.

The lump finally passed. The taste lingered.

“Looks like she got it,” Mari said, looking into Asuka's filthy maw. There were specks of shit mixed with saliva clinging to her teeth, and her tongue was as brown as the turd had been.

The hands holding her down released her but Asuka wasn’t struggling anymore. She just lay there limply in a pool of warm piss, staring at the ceiling, her face covered in grime, red cheeks puffy, eyes bloodshot. The gag squeezing her felt like an iron hand clamped over her mouth. Her breathing was low and ragged. The room stank, of sweat and shit and piss and sex, and she stank even worse. Rei was hauled away, still crawling on her hands and knees.

“Well, did you enjoy your cake?” Mari asked slapping Asuka’s dirty face to get the teenagers attention.

Numb, Asuka continued to stare, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

“If you don’t answer me right now, I will shit into your nasty potty mouth myself.”

That worked. Asuka’s wild and desperate gaze found Mari. The brunette held up her camera phone.

“Did you enjoy eating Rei's shit, piglet?” Mari asked.

Asuka didn't care what they made her say anymore. She didn't even feel ashamed to have her picture taken in such a state. She just felt sick.

Mari took a swollen nipple between her fingers and twisted.

“Ghooogh … ” Asuka nodded frantically. Tears continued to flow.

Shinji, she begged silently, please help me. Musashi. Someone. She looked around, searching and pleading with her eyes. In return she received only cruel grins and contempt and camera flashes as they took pictures of her.

No one would help her. No one was coming. Not even Musashi. Not even on her birthday. They all hated her.

“Do you like eating shit?” Mana asked. She too had her camera phone in hand.

Again, Asuka’s only option was to nod.

Mari smiled. “Let me know when you are hungry again. I think I’ll enjoy using your toilet mouth as much as you like eating turds out of peoples’ asses.” She then patted Asuka’s cheek and rose to her feet. “Turn over and get your ass up. As high as you can.”

When Asuka failed to react at once Mari raised her leg and stomped hard on the redhead’s exposed pussy. Asuka gurgled a cry into her gag as Mari started to grind the sole of her foot on the soft cunt underneath, squashing it flat.

“I don't want to keep repeating myself, pig,” Mari barked. “Turn over. Ass up. Now.”

It was impossible—Asuka knew that before she even tried. With her feet bound together and her knees spread by the broom she couldn't get enough leverage to turn herself over on her side. But she still tried, wiggling in the piss that had gathered on the sheet like a stranded fish.

Eventually Mana got tired of watching her struggle and ordered two boys to grab her and turn her around. They each took a hold of the broom and lifted it up. Asuka squirmed as her whole lower body was peeled off the sheet until her feet went over her head.

“Take her to the table,” Mari ordered.

The boys obeyed, lifting Asuka by her armpits and, using the broom handle as handles, carried her to the tablet. Asuka found herself with her face and chest lying on the glass surface, bent at the waist with her knees spread out and feet together underneath her. If anything the glass felt pleasantly cool on her hot and sweaty skin, but the feeling of everyone in the room staring at her bare and exposed behind wasn’t not so much.

She heard some rusting behind her and then Mari walked up in front and squatted down next to the table. The brunette brushed orange bangs out of her sweaty face and made her look up. In her hand Asuka saw a bunch of small birthday-cake candles of various colors, some pink, some yellow, some blue and even a few red ones.

“Time to light up our birthday cake, right piglet?” Mari asked. Without waiting for an answer, she stood up and walked around behind her.

Asuka felt her spreading her firm buttocks apart, followed by a glob of spit directly on her anus. Then Mari started spreading her spit around in circling motions with her fingers and pressed the flat end of a candle into the tiny hole. The first candle slid in without any effort. Mari pushed it until most of the shaft was inside Asuka before taking up another. The second candle went in almost as easily as the first, and then another, and another. It was the fifth candle that made Asuka’s sphincter twitch in discomfort. A tiny shiver ran down the naked teen’s body.

SLAP!

Mari pulled her hand back and delivered a loud smack across her left buttock, leaving heavy red imprints of her palm across the creamy skin. Asuka whimpered.

“Don’t move, pig. There are more to come.”

With that the sixth and seventh candle slid into the redhead’s anus. Then the eight and ninth. On the tenth candle, however, the wrinkled mouth of her stretched sphincter started to clamp around the inserted candles as it tried to push them out. Mari was able to force the candle in, but it took some effort. The next few candles were just as difficult. With each candle Mari had to pause and poke around the muscles to make enough room to force the flat end of the candle inside.

“That's thirteen,” the brunette girl announced. “Only two more to go.”

“Mnogh!” Asuka moaned into her ring-gag, shaking her head. She was at the limit. Her asshole felt as though it was ready to burst.

Mari seemed amused by her struggles. “Don't worry, I'm sure they'll fit. Everything fits in whores.”

Taking another candle, Mari gave it a quick lick for lubricant and started pushing the end into the quivering girl. Asuka groaned, but her sphincter was so stretched that Mari couldn’t barely make any progress. The brunette wasn’t about to give up so soon. She used one hand to pull the fleshy rim wider and corkscrewed the candle until the end candle had drilled past the tight seal.

“One more to go, pig,” Mari said, wiping the sweat off her brow.

“I am not sure about that,” Mana noted, looking carefully at the girl's efforts. “I really don’t think anything will fit the cunt-chan.”

Asuka couldn't look, but she could feel the bundle of candles stuffed in her rectum and sticking out of her.

“We need another one,” Mari insisted. “Fourteen is just half-assed. Besides, I am sure pig can handle it.” She took the last candle and started stabbing forcefully around the rim but could not find any crack. “Well, it's pretty tight. But nothing is impossible. You and you over there, come her and hold the piglet's asscheeks apart as far as they can go.”

She motioned for a couple of boys who were very eager to help. Asuka felt a pair of cool hands on her skin, pulling her buttocks apart. Mari leaned in and spat on the candle-stuffed sphincter, before going in for another try. Rotating the candle, Mari managed to push through, much to Asuka's distress.

“Mnghoogh!” Asuka groaned, her body moving forward a little.

Mari ignored her and made a point to tab the candles with her palm to even them out. “See? Told you she can handle it.”

Breathing hard, Mari stood up and admired the view with hands on her hips. Taking it as a sign, the boys stopped pulling Asuka’s ass cheeks apart and moved away as well.

“Wow, you were right.” Mana leaned in to have a closer look. Her finger pad lightly traced a slow circle around the stuffed sphincter. The brown hole was so tightly stretched that there were no wrinkles on it now. “You even made her asshole bleed.”

“Well, sometimes a girl has to suffer to look good. And she does look good, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, she sure does.” Mana nodded. “So, do you want to light the candles of our birthday cake?”

“Nah,” Mari waved her hand, not tearing her eyes from the kneeling teen. “I’ll give you the honor. With you being her mistress and all.”

“Thanks.” Mana gave Mari a warm smile before turning to the crowd. “Anyone have a lighter?”

Instantly a couple of boys fished out a number of lighters from their pockets. Mana took one and then squatted before Asuka’s raised ass. She placed a hand on the smooth skin of her left buttock and flicked the lighter to life, igniting a small orange flame. The heat made Asuka jump and shake her head, moaning desperately.

“Relax, piglet,” Mari said, but the smile on her face only made Asuka more nervous. “Don’t be such a scaredy-cat. Everything will be alright.”

Even when older girl started stroking her back in a gentle, calming fashion the redhead could feel the warmth of the flickering flame as it was brought to her asshole.

“Mnough!” Asuka shouted something into her ring gag. Her eyes grew round with fear as she imagined how painful the melted wax would be on her delicate and sensitive flesh, and what would happen if the flame touched her anus. She reached back with her bound hands and tried to push the lighter away but Mana slapped them off.

“Stop moving around, piggy,” Mari said, grazing her fingertips along her spine, sending shivers through Asuka’s senses.

Meanwhile, Mana held the lighter up between her legs. One by one, the flame jumped to the wicks until Asuka's stretched asshole was filled with small, burning candles. Fifteen of them, one for every year of her miserable, broken life. The heat grew intense, but mercifully the candles stuck out far enough to keep from burning her. For now.

“Turn off the lights!”

The room plunged into darkness. The only source of light was now dancing red and orange between Asuka’s bare buttocks. If anything, Asuka felt more embarrassed than before as the guests gathered in a tight circle around her. Mari reached in to sneak her hand between her legs and take the redhead's erect clit between her thumb and forefinger, lazily stroking it up and down. She gently flicked the hard nub around before squeezing it between her thumb on forefinger.

“Mnoough!” Asuka moaned, shaking her naked ass, trying to escape the pain. But her movement made the hot wax of the candles trickle down onto the sensitive area of her perineum. Her mouth widened up around the gag in a mute gasp as the sharp pain coursed through her senses with the hot liquid.

“Poor piglet. Did that hurt?” Mari asked in mock concern as her fingers released the redhead’s sensitive clit only to slowly pick away the drying wax. Then she raised her palm and slapped hard across her ass, making the round flesh tremble and the redhead groan into her gag. A couple of burning drops sprayed over her pussy and inner thighs.

The flames continued to flicker, giving a great view of her discomfort. Another drop of melted wax dribbled on her skin and made her shake her head frantically. Slowly, candles were consumed and more of the burning liquid traveled down the silky valley between her buttocks, inching closer to her pussy.

Mari reached out and spread Asuka’s nether lips, pulling them apart as the tide of wax touched her pink opening. Asuka bucked, screaming in pain, but it only made Mari’s cruel smile wider. The brunette raked her fingernails over the abused flesh, slowly peeling away the hardened wax, eliciting more cries.

Someone, Asuka couldn't see who, suggested that they sing 'Happy Birthday' and the group broke into song all around her. As they did, Asuka couldn't help squirming and whimpering as more and more wax went dripping down on her, which made her it look as though she were shaking her ass following the singing.

Mana laughed, giving her firm buttocks another hard slap, then another, and another. Others joined in. Soon Asuka felt a number of hands raining blows across her vulnerable rear. She winced and groaned with every slap, for all the good that did her. The candles continued to burn, growing shorter with each passing moment, bringing the flames closer. The wax flowed steadily downward, caking on her skin when it cooled.

When the hands finally stopped her cheeks were bright red and burned as hot as the candles stuffed in her anus. Tears and drool pooled on the table under her face. Ignoring her whimpers, Kensuke suggested they take a birthday photo. The enthusiastic noise that followed made it clear everyone loved the idea.

Kensuke went to stand behind Asuka and held up his camera. “Ok, Red, look at the camera between your legs.”

Asuka was slow to react so Mari smacked her cheeks yet again.

“Come on, pig. Faster.”

Reluctantly, Asuka shifted her head and looked out from the gap between her legs while everyone else took their place. Mana took the best spot, kneeling down in front with her hands on Asuka's bums, spreading them wide and smiling at the camera. Mari squatted at Asuka’s right grinning and holding up her fingers in twin ‘V’ signs. Yoko stood on the other side, with a smug expression on her face and a foot up on the table, looking like a huntress next to her trophy. Everyone else gathered around the able in a circle, a few crouching but most standing.

The candles continued to burn, dribbling a multicolored tide of melted wax down Asuka's most sensitive area, the flame so close it licked at her skin when it flickered.

Finally, after telling Asuka to wink to the camera, Kensuke handed it to Rei and took his own place by the redhead's rump. On command, the blue-haired girl took a couple of group shots. Asuka knew she must have made a ridiculous sight, but that wasn't the worst of her problems.

“Mnough!” the redhead pleaded into her ring gag as the candles had all but melted, wiggling insistently.

Only when Mana decided they had enough pictures did she order Rei to get down on her knees and blow the candles out. Rei dropped to the carpet before Asuka’s upturned bottom and took a breath, but before she could do anything Mari placed a palm over her mouth.

“Cunt-chan needs to make a wish first. Hey, whore, do you have your birthday wish ready?”

Asuka rapidly nodded her head, though at that particular moment she couldn’t think of anything other than the flame about to burn her.

“Good.” Mari removed her hand from Rei’s mouth and the albino blew out on all the candles. And not a moment too soon.

Asuka let her whole body sag visibly in relief.

“So what now?” Mana glanced at Mari who was busy looking for something in the corner.

“Well, I think it's time to give piglet my main gift. Ah! Here it is!” Mari pulled out the largest strap-on dildo Asuka ever seen and started buckling thick leather straps around her hips.

The dildo was black rubber and so huge it looked more like a baseball bat than anything meant to fit a vagina, its thick shaft covered in tiny plastic rounded bumps and the end flared into a bulbous shape resembling the head of a big black penis. A few centuries ago it would have been used as an instrument of torture rather than pleasure.

And Asuka had not doubt where it would be going.

“My gift,” Mari announced as she finished securing the straps, “is to make the piglet feel like a virgin again. And bleed like one.”

Mari grinned and stood over the redhead with her hands on her hips and a smug expression on her face. Asuka could not tear her eyes away from the gigantic tool swaying above her.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea? The whore’s cunt is loose as hell but this might be too much even for her,” Mana said, looking doubtfully at the huge dildo.

“Oh don’t worry about it. I am going to fuck piglet hardcore and make her scream and squeal like a real pig.” Mari walked slowly behind the kneeling redhead’s upturned ass. She then placed her palms on each ass cheek and parted them, leaned in to have a better look at the younger girl’s holes. The fused stumps of the candles remained stuffed in her asshole, with a wax river frozen solid cascading down toward her cunt, spreading around her labia and partially covering her pink entrance.

Yet despite all that it took only a few thrust of Mari's fingers to get her wet again. They slid in almost effortlessly, gliding inside the wet sleeve to the knuckles before Asuka felt them. Then the brunette moved forward and rubbed the black dildo between the swollen lips, cruelly teasing the scared redhead. The desperate panic in Asuka’s wide eyes was nearly as pleasing as the sight of her soft labia lips forced to part wider and wider against the intruding head.

“Mmmnnghg! Nngh!” Asuka frantically shook her head as the massive tool ground its way inside her warm, wet depths.

“Told you. It’s just too damn big,” Mana said.

“It’s not… over yet.” Mari grunted out as she pulled her hips back, only to thrust forwards with all her might and slam the dildo into the bound redhead.

“YYYYYIIIIAAA!” Asuka screamed into her ring gag. Spit flew out of her wide open mouth, spraying from the metal ring opening. Tears rolled down her red cheeks, swollen and marred. The cock head was almost all the way inside her, so wide it felt as though the opening to her cunt was being torn open. It was too big, and her poor used cunt not big enough.

Mari did not pay her victim attention; she was too focused trying to force the gigantic dildo inside. She paused, then pulled back and slammed it in. Again and again she persistently banged the dildo head against the kneeling teenagers sex. It did not seem like it was getting anywhere and the crowd started whispering around them. But then, finally, Mari’s athleticism and strength were too much for Asuka’s pussy muscles to handle, and the huge blunt head popped through the entrance of the redhead's cunt.

Asuka threw her head back in a guttural cry as she felt her pussy lips stretched like never before and she was filled.

“There you go, pig,” Mari said with a sadistic smile as she wiped the sweat of her brow with the back of her hand.

After spending the so much time fucking, Asuka’s cunt was well stretched and very loose but nothing could have prepared her for the monster Mari was forcing into it.

“Relax, you dumb filthy lezzie slut.” Mari gave Asuka’s right buttock a hard slap and pressed forward. “You are only making it harder for yourself.”

Asuka groaned in pain as additional inches of rubber cock pushed brutally into her. Bound and helpless, she closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing.

At first it was just a problem of girth, the shaft being so fat Asuka wondered whether Mari had secretly replaced it with her hand or something, but it wasn't long before the fake cock went deeper, the tiny bumps rubbing roughly against the contracting walls of her vagina. Little by little, it was opening her.

“Mnogh!” the redhead let another cry as the black dildo kept on pushing forward. Every inch was sheer agony, and she soon began wondering how she could take any more in. However, Mari was extremely careful with her, giving her long breaks in between thrusts to get used to the size, a hand sliding down to play with Asuka's clit to give the tormented girl some distraction before pushing into her again.

Mari's girl cock seemed to go on forever, hitting bottom then squashing her cervix, too wide to push through the flexible mouth that led to her womb, but just when Asuka thought it was going to be coming out of her throat Mari stop.

“There we go.” Mair reached between Asuka’s legs to pat her incredible stuffed and stretched out cunt. “All in, piglet.”

In her agony Asuka felt warm liquid dripping out of her, and when Mari pulled her hand back there was red mixed with the love juices.

“Aww!” Mari seemed truly pleased. “Piglet’s filthy cunt is bleeding already. Just like a virgin.”

As Asuka groaned in discomfort Mari leaned forward to lie on her conquest's back, her large tits rubbing against the feisty redhead’s skin as she reached around to cup and fondle Asuka’s stiff nipples. She played with her for a little while, letting her adjust to the size of the huge cock embedded in her cunt before brushing aside some hair so she could give her a long lick up the side of her neck. Then she move higher, smirking while she nibbled on Asuka’s ear lobe.

The once proud Asuka was jelly under her, moaning and panting at the deliciously perverted ministrations she was forced to endure.

“That's it bitch, relax your cunt around my dick so I can fuck you!”

With that Mari straightened up and slowly pulled her strap on from Asuka's sheath, watching those lips spread around the dick until only the head remained inside. The brunette then rammed herself back in until her hip slapped the round mounds of Asuka’s ass cheeks.

“Gooooooogh!” Asuka cried out in pain again, shaking her head quickly and trying to move away from her tormentor.

Mari tightened her grip around her waist, keeping the teenager in place. “Shhhh," she cooed. “Stop moving around and relax.”

Asuka loved to fuck but now she just wanted to die. The rubber cock had no warmth in it, no pleasure. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, her tortured pussy on fire as pain shot right through her body every single time the massive phallus moved inside her. Mari couldn't stop grinning to herself as she listened to Asuka’s gagged whimpers and slowly pulled back her dildo-cock from the younger girl's well stretched pussy, a trickled of blood running down the underside, only to slam into the wet hole with full force again.

The force of the inward stroke knocked the wind out of Asuka. It was like Mari was trying to fuck the air out of her lungs.

Ignoring Asuka’s pain, the cruel brunette worked herself into a steady rhythm, slowly picking up her pace. The room filled with the wet sound of Mari's hips slapping against Asuka's butt cheeks and the occasional grunt from Mari or gagged cry from her her unwilling victim.

Mari’s nails dug into soft flesh as the pace continued to increase. Sweat coated Asuka’s face, mixing with her tears and spit that now flew from her gagged mouth uncontrollably. Their tempo became faster and faster, until Mari started viciously slam-fucking the naked redhead, her hips bouncing off Asuka's ass at lightning speed. Everyone in the room stared at the twisted spectacle before them. Even Mana was silent, watching the pair.

As the strap-on pounded her cunt to oblivion, Asuka's cries diminished into a small, resigned whimpers. Her eyes rolled back, the tears and snot from her nose running down her face and falling either onto the table or into her wide open mouth. Her tongue lolled out, bouncing with her body.

It was the same face she made when being fucked while high on drugs, but this time there were no drugs involved and she was losing her mind from pain rather than from pleasure. Soon her bladder turned loose and a strong stream of yellow urine gushed between her legs, splashing on the table. By then she was too far gone to feel any shame at pissing herself in public. Mari continued to fuck her earnestly, and if anything the accident only made her thrust into her conquest even harder.

Reaching up with her hand, Mari twisted Asuka’s hair into a ponytail and yanking her head back.

"Take it bitch! Take it in your dirty pig’s cunt!" Mari screamed, pounding and panting, occasionally removing her left hand from the half-German’s rump to give her red ass cheeks a firm slap. "You like taking big cocks in your slutty cunt even during your birthday, don't you pig?"

Asuka didn't respond—she couldn't—but Mari pulled on her hair repeatedly, making it seem as though she was nodding.

“Yeah!” Mari pulled Asuka's hair so hard she lifted her upper body completely off the table. Asuka heard her groaning, felt her muscles clenching and her thrusts grow wilder, and she knew she was coming.

As she did, Mari released her hair and allowed her victim to fall down onto the table. Panting hard, the brunette collapsed on Asuka's back and laid there for awhile, her massive dildo still stuffed in the overly-stretched and bleeding cunt. The redhead underneath her muttered unintelligible sounds from the back of her throat, but made no effort to move.

“Man, piglet, you are a really good fuck, you know,” Mari moaned, still thrusting her hips, fucking to the last. Then, when Asuka showed no reaction, she pushed off and eased her fake cock out of her battered pussy. The enormous dildo head came out with a loud popping sound, dripping pungent cunt juice and more than a few droplets of blood. Mari stepped back on rubbery knees to admire her handiwork; Asuka‘s vagina was gaping open, her once tight sheath now hollowed out tunnel.

The brunette swung her hand, landing three loud slaps across the exhausted girl's buttocks.

“Pull yourself together, pig. There's still cocks to serve.” Mari turned to the group of boys gathered around them. “Who's next?”

The boys looked at each other, not sure what to do. On one hand it really looked like the show was over, with Asuka nearly unconscious and her stretched-out pussy in such bad condition it hardly even looked like it could be fucked any more. But on the other hand a hole was still hole, wet and warm, and some of them had not had the chance to use it.

Seeing their hesitation, Mari grinned and patted the redhead’s wet mound. “You know you want it guys. This pig teased and made fun of you all. Now is the time to pay her back. Stuff her full of cum and show her who's boss.”

That did it. A brown-haired boy stepped forward and in a moment he was standing behind Asuka, his hard penis in his hand. He was young, maybe the youngest in the room, and not very big. Neither was the thing between his legs. He easily slid into the gaping pink hole that was Asuka's violated cunt. The redhead barely made any sound as he entered her, and scarcely seemed to notice when he started fucking her.

**

Musashi waited for everyone to leave before climbing the stairs again. Several hours earlier Ikari had gone to take Horaki home, but he didn't believe for a moment that was the real reason Mana sent him with the Class Rep. Whether Mana had also told him not to come back for a while or the boy had simply decided he would be better off going somewhere else, Musashi couldn't tell. The fact was he hadn't returned.

The other guests, the ones who were not in on Mana's game, were quick to leave as well. After Asuka had yelled at Musashi and ran off the party was effectively over. Eventually even the people upstairs began trickling out.

Last came Mana and Mari, dragging a large black plastic bag between them. The bag made soft grunts as it dropped down each step and judging by its shape it was clear it carried more than garbage. When Musashi asked them if that was Asuka in the bag, the girls opened it to reveal Rei Ayanami, though he only knew that because of her milky white skin. Half a dozen pairs of used panties had been draped over her head and secured in place by long strips of gray duct tape around her neck. More tape was wrapped around her eyes and mouth, sealing her off completely. Inside the bag she was tied up in a tight ball, her knees up to her chest, wrists and ankles all crossed in front of her.

Rei wasn't the only thing in the bag, either. It was full of what looked like empty whipped cream cans, bottles and other stuff he couldn't identify. And everything reeked of urine.

“Just taking out the trash,” Mana joked, kicking Rei's side. Bound and hooded like she was, the albino could only offer a muffled grunt in response.

As far as Musashi was concerned they could do whatever they wanted with the blue cunt. She was Keita's doll and he hadn't even bothered showing up to the party. He left them to it.

Climbing to the second floor, he found the door to the room where Asuka spent most of her birthday party slightly ajar and carefully peeked inside. The first thing he saw was a completely naked Asuka splayed out lewdly on the floor. Her body was a mess, covered in sperm and sweat and Musashi could only guess what else. A large gag covered most of her face, making her crimson cheeks resemble swollen red balloons. Her eyes were open and staring between gunky strands of orange hair, but there was nothing behind them.

To his surprise, there were still two boys busily pleasuring themselves with her unconscious girl. One guy was squatting over her face, pushing his shaft through the ring-gag into the redhead’s exposed mouth, while the second guy was holding Asuka’s legs up and spread by her ankles and banging his dick furiously into her cunt.

“Yuck,” the second guy said as he pushed in and a tiny trickle of sperm escaped the swollen labia around his penis. “She's so full of sperm that whenever I thrust in some of it oozes out. Its disgusting.”

“Tell me about it, I am fucking a hole that another girl took a shit in, ” the first boy snorted. He was fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy, his balls banging against Asuka’s wet chin even faster than the second boy. Spit and cum dribbled down her chin and cheeks as his penis assaulted her throat and the redhead’s nose was buried in a thick mass of his pubic hairs

Feeling that he was about to cum, the boy knelt to one side and pointed his messy, sloppy penis at the redhead's young face, jerking hard. He gasped and grunted, feeling an orgasm coming, rubbing his purple dickhead on Asuka's nose and her soft cheeks. At the last moment he moved up, until his oozing piss-slit was almost touching her right eye.

"Uhhh, fuck, YES!" He bellowed, shooting his semen right into the teenage girl’s eye in a flurry of white-hot goo, getting it over her eyelids and even nose, and letting it drip down her cheeks.

Asuka didn't seem to notice.

“We should call her cum-eyed whore.” He laughed, milking the last dribbles of sperm from his penis onto her skin.

The second boy chuckled, tightening his grip on Asuka‘s ankles as he started to move his rod in and out of her faster, not willing to be outdone by his buddy.

That was when Musashi had enough. It was stupid to get involved in this, he knew, but he just could not stand by anymore. He walked up to the guy who had come on Asuka's face and slammed his fist into his face, sending the naked boy stumbling to the ground, knocking the breath out of him. The other boy stopped his fucking and stared at him as if he had lost his mind. Musashi’s fist connected with his jaw. The boy loosened his grip on Asuka’s ankles and fell back on his bare butt.

“What’s up with you man?” he grunted, rubbing his jaw, his face angry. “Do you want to fight.” He then sprang to his feet. Naked from the waist down, his erect penis bobbed left and right, covered in Asuka’s juices and his own pre-cum.

The look in Musashi’s eyes hardened. “Leave.”

“Calm down mate,” the first boy said as he got up, blood on the corner of his mouth. He gestured for his friend to back off and started to silently gather his clothes. “It's pointless fighting over that whore. If he wants to make a fool out of himself for sloppy seconds, let him.”

The other boy did not agree. “What? Come on, man. There's two of us. We can easily teach this idiot some manners.”

“Sorry mate, but I am not going to fight for a pussy as loose as hers. Your average hooker is tighter than this slut.” He shook his head, having pulled on his trousers and buckling his belt.

The second boy threw a last dirty look at Musashi then, after a moment of hesitation, also stepped aside to collect his discarded clothes, his rigid cock swaying with each move. Musashi kept his eyes on them as they finished dressing and left the room. Then he turned back to the unconscious naked girl on the floor.

Sperm was still slowly dripping out of her face, plugging her nose, seeping into her mouth and matting her hair. Her right eye was so full of lukewarm cum that he could barely see the bright blue iris. More sperm pooled under her, keeping the plastic cover stick to her skin. Her legs were spread out wide, giving him a good look at her thoroughly used and abused pussy. Her mound was swollen, topped by a heart-shaped patch of fuzz, her labia was fat and red. White-yellow cum oozed from a gaping vagina, and a stump of melted wax protruded from her asshole. The smell was terrible.

For a moment Musashi was taken aback by the sight—not long ago this sort of thing would have been his doing, and he would have enjoyed it. Now felt only emptiness and remorse. It had been his cock that started her down this path, his cock that defiled her virgin pussy and took her innocence. He couldn't even begin to guess how many cocks had followed in his example, so that nothing remained of that proud, haughty girl he had deflowered.

Realizing that he had to do something and fast, Musashi dropped to his knees next to the redhead and reached around behind her head to loosen the gag. He pulled it off slowly, being especially careful with the fitting wedged between her teeth. The hard leather left a red line intended across her face, as vivid as a tattoo. Then he slipped his arm underneath her. She was surprisingly light, but the plastic sheet, soaked with sweat and cum, tenaciously clung to her bare back and bottom like a second skin.

Musashi had to struggle for a bit before he managed to tear the plastic sheet off and lift her up. His shirt quickly became stained with the secretions covering her body and, like the sheet, seemed to stick to her. Her head lolled, nuzzling against his chest, feet dangling. He carried her out of the messy and smelly room and down the stairs.

He had just walked past the entrance hall and into the kitchen when a silent voice spoke behind him.

“Is everything okay?”

Musashi swore under his breath. How could anyone have such bad timing? “Yeah.” He threw a glance over his shoulder, trying to sound as cheery as possible. He did not dare to turn around. “You are back already?”

“I-I took Hikari home.” Shinji Ikari was standing just inside the entrance, the front door still open behind him. When he caught a glance of flowing orange hair he moved closer. “Is she unconscious?”

“She just had a lot to drink,” Musashi said. He took another step into the kitchen. “Nothing to worry about.”

“That’s … not like her,” Shinji sounded doubtful. If he weren't such a wimp he might have tried to look around Musashi and then he would have seen that he was holding his redheaded housemate, half her face red from where the gag had covered it and her naked body an utter mess, passed out and dripping cum.

“It’s her birthday,” Musashi said by way of excuse. “She went a little wild. She's allowed to have fun, isn't she?”

“Umm, I guess.”

Not waiting for Shinji to say anything more, Musashi tightened his grip on Asuka, walked briskly through the kitchen, still careful to keep his back turned to Shinji, and slipped into the bathroom.

He gently placed Asuka in the shower and turned on the water, which instantly started to wash away the worst of the cum. He looked down at his shirt and cringed at how stained it had become. Knowing he would have to get wet anyway, he stripped out of his clothes and climbed naked in the shower as well.

She was like a broken doll as he held her head under the hot spray, watching her red hair quickly mat to her scalp. He squirted a little bit of shampoo in his hand and lathered it in. Even wet, her mane felt funny because of all the dried-up cum, unusually hard and stiff in places where the strands clumped together.

Once the hair was done, he took a sponge and started washing the rest of Asuka's body. Her breasts were dotted by red teeth marks, especially around the pale pink nipples sitting atop the small mounds. Musashi gently traced the angry bites with his fingertips, silently regretting that he did not beat those guys to a pulp.

Her pubic hair, shaped like a heart, was pretty much completely caked in dried sperm. Just bushing with the sponge was not enough so Musashi had to rub harder, trying to grind it out.

He was about to move down to her pussy when Asuka suddenly jumped and frantically started to look around.

“No, no, NO!” Looking past him, Asuka shook her head. She clamped both hands over her abused pussy as if shielding herself from more pain, all the while trying to kick herself away from him.

“It's me!” he told her, reaching for her shoulders. “Musashi. Me!” Then, before he knew it, he was pulling her close to him and hugging her. “Relax. I won't hurt you.”

The words tasted foul in his mouth. He knew better than anyone that he had already hurt her far too much.

Asuka continued to fight in his arms, but he just held her tighter. By then he was completely soaked. They both were—soaked and naked, their young bodies pressed together, skin to skin. It occurred to him he could have taken her right then and there, as those other boys had. Yet, oddly, all Musashi wanted was to whisper calming words to her and make soothing sounds in her ear.

Eventually Asuka’s struggles grew weaker and weaker, until the naked girl simply sagged.

“Mu-Musashi … ” Her voice was tiny, more like sob against his chest.

“Yeah?” The tanned boy stroked her wet hair with his hand. He couldn't help wondering that if he had been this kind to her before she might have decided to give him her virginity of her own free will. It was a nice fantasy, but nothing more.

“Why are you here?” Her hands moved up his sides, clutching him securely. Water poured down their bodies, wet and steamy.

“Was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by?” Musashi ventured.

“Are you stupid?” Asuka sniveled, pressing her face harder into his hairless chest. She started to cry.

He squeezed her gently. “Hey, listen.”

After a long pause Asuka looked up, and he noticed for the first time that she was holding her right eye closed. “W-what?”

“Sorry about the fight,” he said, brushing a finger gently over her eyelid. “We are going to have to wash that.”

If possible her voice grew even smaller. “T-they did some nasty stuff to me,” she sobbed. “They made Ayanami take a … s-shit in … in my … ” her lip was quivered and she couldn't say the words.

Musashi got enough of a clue to understand. In a different place, at a different time, it might have been him making her eat Rei's shit. “Shh, everything is fine now.”

Another pause followed, but it did not feel as awkward as the first. If anything it was very comfortable for Musashi to listen to her breathing. They stayed like this for a while, surrounded by warm water pouring on them from above. Little by little, Asuka relaxed. Her hands dropped away from his body, as if she were too tired to keep them up, but he still held her. He would always hold her.

He knew then what he had to say.

“I love you,” Musashi whispered into her ear.

There was no response, and there couldn't have been. By then Asuka was asleep.

To be continued …
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