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Motoko shifted on her feet a little, looking at the door before her with reluctance. She had to do this, she reminded herself. It wasn't that she wanted to, but she had to. She didn't want to. She didn't.
Taking a breath, she knocked on the door to Haruka's apartment. A few seconds passed, then the door opened. When it did, the older woman was standing there, with an unlit cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
“So...You don't have the rent again?” she asked with a smirk.
Motoko nodded, looking down miserably. “Yeah, I...I had more expenses than...than I thought...” she mumbled, shifting on her feet.
“Mmhm. You took care of the prep work yourself this time, I hope? Like I told you to?” Haruka responded, beckoning the swordswoman into her home. Nodding in answer, Motoko entered.
Once the door was closed, Haruka took a seat and lit her cigarette. “Show me,” she ordered.
Motoko blushed. “Can we...please work out some...other kind of deal?” she asked, hesitation in her voice as she looked away.
“This is, what, the sixth time?” Haruka asked, taking a drag, before blowing out a puff of smoke. “Why are you still so embarrassed?” The older woman smirked. “I mean, really, if I didn't know better, I'd say you run out of money on purpose...”
Motoko shook her head. “No...I..I didn't...” she stammered in a tone that sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.
“I hate doing this...” she insisted in a very weak voice.
Haruka set her cigarette into an ashtray and walked up to Motoko. “You can lie to me, and you can lie to yourself. But your body will always be honest,” she said, reaching back and cupping Motoko's ass. The younger woman gasped and shuddered as Haruka's fingers dug into the firm globe of her rear.
“You are a horny little bitch with an anal fetish,” Haruka told in a low, harsh tone. Motoko's whimper of despair, defeat, and ecstasy confirmed it beyond any words' ability to take back.

Haruka pulled Motoko into a kiss, forcing her tongue into the girl's mouth. Motoko groaned a little in protest, in part because she hated the taste of smoke that still lingered in Haruka's mouth, and in part because she wanted to deny the woman's words, and couldn't.
Without breaking the kiss, Haruka continued to massage her ass. Adding her other hand, she kneaded the firm, muscular globes. Haruka's finger moved inward, until she felt something hard and smooth against her fingertips. The moment she touch that, Motoko moaned and shook harder. Haruka let go, and Motoko fell to her knees, nearly panting.
“So, how did it feel to walk down here with that buttplug?” Haruka asked. “Did you pass any of the other girls in the hallways? Or Keitaro?”
Motoko said nothing, as her face turned redder with each second.
“I wonder how they'd react if they knew you had a toy in your ass?” Haruka teased. “Now show me.”
Motoko stood up, shaking. “Alright...just stop asking questions. Please!” she whined, as she began to undo her sash. Letting it fall away, she pulled her hakama off. Standing in just her robe and panties, she closed her eyes tightly and removed her top.
Haruka had returned to her seat and was smoking again, with a smile.
“Turn around and bend over. I want to see it,” she ordered, trying to hide the arousal in her voice.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, Motoko turned around and jutted her ass out. Through the panties, a shape could be seen slightly. There was also a dark stain spreading out through them.
“Looks like you used a bit too much lube. Well better that than too little, I suppose,” Haruka commented as she began to unbutton her pants.
“Remember the first time you said the lube felt gross and you didn't like it? Then after I pushed in just a little, you were begging for more!” Haruka reminisced with a laugh.
Motoko bit her lip, trying not to remember that. It had been so painful and humiliating. Laying on her stomach as Haruka poured cold, thick syrupy lube along her backside, slipping a single finger into her body...the feeling of something entering her ass had been so wrong, so disgusting. But even then, some small part of her had enjoyed it. Enjoyed it so, so much.
That was what she had hated most about it.
“Ditch the panties. I want to get a better look,” Haruka ordered.
Motoko sighed and pulled her panties down. As she did, she felt the toy shift inside her ass. It was rubbing against her inner walls, pressing against places that she would have never thought of before she first struck this perverted bargain.
Once she stepped out of her panties, Motoko bent over as far as she could and spread her legs wide, the pressure nearly forcing the plug out of her butt. Her body quivered, pulling it back in a little.
“I love watching the way it moves. It's like I'm watching your heartbeat,” Haruka mused, putting out what was left of her cigarette and walking over.
“So. What do you want me to do?” Haruka asked.
“I want you...to...I want you to...spank me,” Motoko forced herself to answer, her voice equally ashamed and earnest. “Spank me like a the naughty girl I am.”
Haruka chuckled as she softly ran her hand along Motoko's back.
“You have such a nice figure, so tone and lean,” the woman commented softly, as her fingers danced along Motoko's ass. “It really makes me jealous...which is why this...” She paused and delivered a firm smack to Motoko. The jolt made her anus clench tight around the toy. Motoko bit her lip, fighting back a moan.
“Is so very...satisfying!” Haruka finished, smacking her twice more. Motoko was gasping, desperately trying not to make any sounds beyond that.
“I do have to admit, it's impressive how well you try to hide your pleasure!” Haruka said as she delivered a smack right to the base of the toy. The shock of pleasure and pain that tore through Motoko's entire body was too much, and she dropped to her knees, screaming as she came.
Haruka pressed her bare foot against the base of the toy, grinding it further into her.
“Tell me, are you enjoying this?” she demanded.
“Yes...fuck...yes! It's so good!” Motoko admitted, feeling tears of shame welling up in her eyes. “I love when you play with my ass!” She shook her hips.
“So you're being honest already, huh? It's taking less time to get you to admit it,” Haruka remarked with a smirk. “First time, it took nearly an hour and six orgasms to get you to tell me how much you liked it.” She traced her toes along the rim of the toy. “But it's hardly even been ten minutes, and here you are, cumming and wailing about how much you like it.”
Motoko buried her face in her arms, lifting her hips higher.
“How much have you been playing with your ass?” Haruka asked.
“Every day...I hate how I can't stop doing it!” Motoko admitted with a wail. “But it feels so damn good! I finger myself every night...I hardly even touch my cunt any more!"
“Really now. Why?” Haruka asked.
Motoko took a moment to answer, struggling against herself. She wanted to say it, but she knew that once she did, she'd never be able to take it back. And she knew that Haruka would use it against her.
“It...doesn’t feel as good,” Motoko gasped in defeat. “Even when I rub my clit, I can't get off. any more...I have to tease my asshole, or I can't cum!”
Haruka knelt down and began to slowly tug at the base of the buttplug, not pulling it out, but shifting it around. Every tiny movement sent new ripples through Motoko, making her moan and gasp.
“So you are a buttslut who loves getting dominated by another woman, is that it? That's what I'm hearing,” Haruka remarked. “I wonder how your sister would feel if she found out about this?”
Motoko groaned in orgasm as she imagined the look of shame and disgust that Tsuroko would surely have. She would be disowned from her family...and for some reason, the thought of that made it all the more erotic.
“I could tell from the first time I met you, you know. I could tell that you are the kind of perverted bitch that wants someone to ruin you!” Haruka said, yanking the toy out with a loud pop. Motoko's eyes nearly rolled back in her head as her orgasm was made so much more intense by the sudden feeling of being so empty.
“I've known a few girls like you...had my fun and tossed them aside. But I'm not as young and wasteful as I used to be. So I think I'll be keeping you!” Haruka decided as she slid a few fingers into Motoko.
The girl gasped and made a sound that wasn't quite human as she felt the other woman's fingers stroking against her inner walls.
“Let's dispense with the games, shall we? We both know the rent is just your excuse now. Well, I'm taking away that excuse: you don't pay rent to me any more. Instead, you now live with me, got it? You won't need to worry about anything; I'll be taking care of everything for you...you're basically just my fuckpet now,” Haruka informed her, as she curled her fingers into a fist and began to slowly pump her hand. She was nearly wrist deep, and Motoko was clenching tight around her.
“I'll fuck you like this all day, every day,” Haruka said. “Hell, if you want to spend more time each day getting fucked, you can drop out of school, if you like. It's not like you need to use an education for anything now.”
Motoko tried to say something, but only managed a low, croaking moan. Haruka gave her a slap across the ass, and pulled her hand out of the girl's body.
“I'm going to wash up and get my dildo,” she stated. “Then I'm going to fuck you until sunrise.”
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