Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Anniversary ❯ Anniversary ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: SW-01

Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion and it's characters belong to Gainax and I'm totally showing my respect by trashing charactarizations to have them fuck like rabbits.

Note: I guess I should do this here, before anyone complains about it after reading the entire thing: This is NOT the promised Extended Director's Cut Deluxe Special-Edition (haven't written more than a few lines for that so far tbh). The lone reason I hadn't posted this version long before is that I finally found myself a pre-reader ("Nawa Karageru" I think was his final choice to be named. Thanks again.), but he's quite a busy guy himself, just like me, so it took a while. At least now I can blame every language related error on him (unless of course, it's an instance were I igno... *cough* overlooked his correction) ;P
So again: While there are a few changes and additions here and there, there's nothing major, no new scenes. But hey, this version was good enough to win ELC4, so I guess it's not too shabby.

Anniversary

It was very quiet for a big city like this, and yet, as unlikely as it was to be seen in this humiliating predicament by others, her ears were sensitive to any sound that might indicate a potential watcher.

All she could hear, however, were her Master's footsteps ahead of her and the jingling of the chains that were locked to the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, as well as the one running between those two and the collar around her neck, keeping her on all fours.

Her hands were protected by elbow-length gloves, her legs by boots of the same shiny black rubber that went just above her knees, as she followed her Master over the concrete and rubble of the streets. Along with a corset of an equally black material that was cinched tightly around her waist, allowing her to take only shallow breaths, her outfit created a stark contrast to her pale skin and her flaming red hair.

A bit of drool run past her gag, made of a short metal tube for her teeth to grind on, embedded in a wide strap of leather, holding her mouth wide open for her Master's cock whenever he wanted to use that orifice. The gag was secured to her head by a harness of smaller straps, two encircling her head, one running under her chin, two meeting above her nose into a single one that was fastened to the first two. It left her tongue as only part of her mouth that she still could move freely, however she merely let it slightly stuck out of the opening, demonstrating its eagerness to get used.

They had been on their walk for at least twenty minutes now. She had been able to keep up with her Master well enough so far, though she knew that was partly because of his considerate speed. But now, not even that would be helping much longer. She was growing weary and not so much from physical exhaustion. The pressure in her bladder just got too much to ignore and finally, she stopped next to a street lamp.

The collar dug slightly into the back of her neck as the leash grew taut, but she didn't react, hoping that he just hadn't noticed her halting. If he would pull again however, it would be the definite signal that she would have to keep following, and worse, holding back even longer, whether she wanted or not.

Fortunately, he granted her silent request and she raised her right leg towards the lamp as far as the chain between her ankles would allow. A faint blush colored her cheeks as the first stream gushed out of her exposed pussy almost instantly. She had relieved herself in front of him several times in the past months, and yet she still felt that tingle of humiliation. But even if she had wanted to, she was unable to look at him, the chain pulling her collar down not having enough slack in her current position.

She had no doubt that he was looking though. Throughout the whole day, he hadn't allowed her to use the toilet while ordering her to drink more than usual, just for this moment. And that knowledge alone, that he had planned out her humiliation like this, made her excitement almost unbearable. Not just her tired leg, but her whole body quivered when the last few drops trickled out and she noticed him walking closer until his shoes came into her view.

"Did my little doggy got everything out?" he asked her cheerily and she nodded, leaning into his warm hand as he gently stroke her head, running his fingers through her hair up to where the fluffy dog ears held the red mane back like her neural connectors often used to in her previous life.

"Well then, come on," he told her, tugging lightly at the leash. "We still have a bit ahead of us."

Indeed, it took them another ten minutes until they reached their destination. With her bladder empty, it was much easier for her to follow her Master and she waited obediently a few steps behind him when he finally came to a halt. That apparently came a little unexpected to him, he seemed surprised not to find her next to him and turned around to her with a pleasant smile.

"Come here," he friendly commanded, nudging his head. Crawling up to him, she saw that they were at an outlook platform with an amazing view over the city and the lake beyond. "I thought this would be a proper place," he told her, stroking her hair again and again she leaned against his hand, enjoying the soothing sensation of his fingers against her skin.

"And since you did very well today, I guess you deserved your reward now. So..." She heard him pulling down the zipper of his trousers. "Does my little doggy want a bone?"

She would have laughed at him for such a lame wordplay, but right now she was much too horny to think about that. She tried to look up to him as she nodded, but then he hit the remote, unnecessarily reminding her of the six-inch long butt-plug buried in her ass. She had felt it the entire way, rubbing against her insides with every crawling movement. The fluffy tail, that was attached to it and had brushed teasingly against her buttocks, now danced along with the vibrations that shook through her, adding to the picture of her as eager bitch in heat.

And that was just what she felt like right now. Her fluids were already running down her thighs and she stretched her tongue as far as she could out of the metal ring of her gag in desperate attempt to taste the erect cock in front of her face.

He didn't let her wait too long, getting close enough to allow her to lick the engorged shaft along its length. Four times, he let her soft, wet muscle run up and down over his prick from various angles, teasing both of them that way. But then he took her head in one hand, his cock in the other to position himself straight for the forced opening of her mouth. He partly pushed in, partly pulled her onto him, but slowly.

She sighed happily as the purple head entirely used her tongue as soft cushion and she easily gave into the temptation to curl that cushion around the invader, to move and rub under it, to lick the prick as it kept entering her helpless orifice. Hitting the entrance of her throat, he retreated slightly to allow her to take a last deep breath before he pushed the rest of his length in, forcing her to swallow the first half inch. She tried to ignore the lack of air, doing her best to massage the cock in her mouth.

Twice, he let her breathe, before cutting her oxygen supply off again. Then he changed his strategy. He quickened his pace until it was impossible to keep up, fucking that hole of hers. Unable to time her breath, she started to gag at the rapidly invading prick whenever it went too deep, even if it was just for a split second. She coughed for air as he finally pulled out, a thick trail of saliva and pre-cum following him, eventually lashing against her chin as he moved around her.

He grabbed the flailing tail, pulling it up lightly, not nearly enough to get the vibrating plug out, but more than enough to make her aware of his wish to raise her ass a little. His free hand went around her hip and she trembled in anticipation as she felt the tip of his cock brushing against her wet cunt.

She knew this wasn't going to be some sweet slow lovin'; she was decked in leather and vinyl, her ass high up in the air, begging to be fucked like the animal she was imitating. So he didn't hesitate to ease his member inside her, eliciting a drawn-out groan from her as more and more of her sheathing vagina squeezed against her plug-filled bowels. It ended in a sharp squeal as his hips slapped against her butt, still a little sore from her earlier throughout spanking.

It was hard to tell whether he enjoyed her discomfort or just savoring the feel of her pussy, additionally throbbing and tightened by the invader in her ass. Either way, he kept that position for a while, just grinding against her a little.

She lost her breath for a moment when he forcefully pulled out, only to ram it back equally merciless a second later. Her weakened arms threatened to give out, the chain binding them growing taut in her vain struggle to get a better hold, but she didn't even notice, straining further against the cuffs while he filled her from behind with powerful thrusts. He didn't allow her to rest though, speeding up his fucking.

One of his hands went under her, grabbing and kneading one of her bouncing tits. Squeezing her nipple between thumb and forefinger, his other hand gently patted her head.

"Happy Anniversary, Asuka," he panted, not bothering to slow down at all. A warm glow spread in her at his words despite her intention to chide him later for ruining the mood with his sappiness again - though it took just two strokes to make her forgive him anyway.

His hand left her, coiling up the leash dangling from her collar, forcefully yanking her head back the same moment he thrust deep inside her, continuing to fuck her relentlessly. Blinking the tears of ecstasy out of her eyes, her view returned once more to the city before her and the huge white head in the distant, and she silently thanked her for what she had done to her a year ago while her yelps of pleasure echoed in the ruins of Neo Tokyo 3.

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Asuka was surprised as she opened her eyes. The lone fact that she still could open them seemed impossible. She could have sworn that she had died just moments ago by the lances of the Eva-Series.

And maybe she had. At least that would explain the vast white space that was all she could see. "Is this... heaven?"

"It is not."

Startled by the all too familiar voice, the redhead slowly turned around. "Guess not," she groaned. "This must be hell if I'm here with you."

"I do not think that would be a fitting analogy either," the blue-haired girl spoke as quietly as ever.

Asuka frowned disapproving at the lack of modesty her opponent was showing. She clung to the red plugsuit she was still wearing, but Rei stood there naked as she was born, apparently without any intention to cover anything. 'Of course not,' she reminded herself. 'She is Rei after all.'

"I am not," the nude interfered. How did she...? "Yet I am. But these matters are not necessary for you to understand now, so you may keep addressing me as the one you remember."

Asuka felt first signs of a headache coming up. "Okay, what the hell is going on here?"

"These are the last seconds of the event that was planned out as the "Human Instrumentallity Project". The fusing of every soul, the death of all, as Ikari had wished."

"Ikari? Commander...?"

"Shinji," Rei corrected.

"SHINJI?! Instead of killing everyone on the planet, that asshole should have gotten his lazy ass up to help me against those Evas!"

"He eventually did come to your aid, but it was too late. He did not take your demise very well."

Asuka was taken aback, but she wasn't sure whether it was because of her words or her accusing stare.

"Nonetheless," Rei continued, "he has eventually chosen to reject Instrumentallity and will soon return to earth. His decision enabled every being who has the will to do so in their heart to follow him."

"Well, of course I want to get back! Is this some last test? Does everyone have to listen to your tirades before they're allowed to go?"

"No. You are a special case. I will use my remaining powers to help you re-form your body to return to his side. The other souls however..." She closed her eyes. "They will have to be reborn."

"I don't really like where this is going..." Asuka muttered and Rei even had the nerve to nod concurring.

"Ikari needs a mate. He desires you. You are a natural choice."

Needless to say, Asuka didn't took that announcement very well. "NO FUCKING WAY! I RATHER GET BACK TO JOIN THE DEAD! GO DO IT YOURSELF!"

"I am incapable of fulfilling this task," Rei explained unfazed. "You on the other hand are perfectly able to bear him many..."

"NOW WAIT A FUCKING SECOND! Ever thought about it that I might not want to be that little shit's 'mate'?"

Rei's red eyes narrowed, appearing strangely confused. "You do not?"

Asuka felt like dropping to the floor, Anime-style.

"Of... OF COURSE NOT!" she yelled expressively once the shock of the other's indication wore off. But as she stood there, panting from her outburst, Rei's confused stare still bored into her, stirring an uneasy feeling in the back of her mind. It was as though she was looking straight into her soul to read something there - and Asuka could only hope that it was a potential solve to the obvious misconception of hers and not a possible source of it.

"Remember that the AT-Fields are back in place," a different voice suddenly spoke, thankfully breaking the awkward stand-off. Turning to its source, Asuka saw a gray haired boy, wearing nothing but a smile. Blushing, the redhead quickly averted her view, muttering something about perverts that she didn't even understood herself. The lack of shame wasn't the only thing the boy had in common with Rei. He had the same eyes, even a similar aura surrounding him. A distant relative perhaps?

"She has regained the boundaries she had build around herself all those years ago," he continued talking to Rei about her as if the redhead wasn't even there. "Her false pride and her stubborn mind are silencing the voice of her heart and the desires of her body."

"HEY!" Asuka protested, not liking to be ignored. "There's nothing wrong with my pride! And it was hard enough to regain it after... after..." She forced herself not to end that sentence, not wanting to remember her failure that reached its high with the 15th Angel and the following downward-spiral that had ended only shortly before, when she awoke in her Eva.

"That's right," Rei spoke to the boy, past Asuka just like he had, making her wonder if she suddenly became invisible. "She has lived most of her life with these bindings. She would be afraid without them and would eventually only see death as escape of that feeling."

The boy nodded. "True freedom is frightening, even more so for such fragile beings. Sadly, humanity will have no chance if she keeps herself imprisoned like this. Maybe it would be better to find a more willing soul that would take her place in her body."

"No, he would notice the scam and refuse her," Rei dismissed that idea and even though Asuka didn't quite understand what was going, she was thankful that she wouldn't get replaced by some impostor. That changed however as she saw the vicious look in Rei's eyes as they finally regarded her again. "If she requires boundaries to feel secure enough... Maybe we can show her alternatives that suit our needs."

"What...?" Asuka got no time to become nervous. She went right into panic as Rei closed the distance between them in a flash, suddenly standing mere inches before her and leaning closer. Startled, Asuka would have backed away if she hadn't found her arms held in a strong grip, held, as she noticed with shock, by two other Reis.

As her wide eyes returned to the version in front of her, the albino took hold of the red suit and tore it open as if it were paper. Asuka's breasts were exposed first, but piece by piece also the rest of the clothing was ripped from her body. It all went much too fast for her to comprehend, so her only protest were the shocked gasps as she was forcefully stripped.

It didn't end there. Out of nowhere, Rei produced some kind of short leather belts that she tightly attached around Asuka's wrists and ankles just as quickly as she had stripped her. It wasn't until a fifth was cinched around her neck that things slowed down enough to allow Asuka time to think, but she actually found herself speechless for once. Rei closed the buckle of the collar with a last, firm tug and held it still by the D-ring on its front for another second to stare into the redhead's frightened blue eyes.

"Learn well," was all she said.

Then, an invisible power forced the Asuka down and forward despite her returning resistance, onto her knees, onto her hands, until she was bowing before the goddess. And the endless white before her changed into the well-known front door of Misato's apartment, gliding open just in that moment.

Baffled as she still was, Asuka's mind didn't register the figure walking past her, until she felt a sharp tug around her neck. She blinked, seeing two black boots standing in front of her on the other side of the threshold. It took another tug until she finally noticed the leash attached to her collar and the smiling purple-haired woman holding it.

"Come in," Misato chirped at her, once more pulling lightly. "No need to be afraid."

At that moment, Asuka didn't think of it yet why she crawled over the threshold instead of standing up. She just did, flinching slightly as she felt the wind swooshing against her skin as the door slid close behind her.

"Misato, is that you?" Shinji's voice came from the living room, his footsteps coming closer.

"Yeah. Sorry I'm so late!" she yelled back. Misato's eyes went back to Asuka, and even though her mind was still trying to set the pieces together, her instincts told her to be very alarmed by the leering stare - "I went to get you a little something!" - and the overly giddiness in that voice.

"It's already past 10 pm. What...?" he began as he went around the corner. Then his eyes fell on her.

And Asuka instantly got very aware of her nakedness.

Never before she wanted to run and hide so badly, but she was too frozen in shock to even consider covering herself. Flushed, she could only stare at the ground.

"I-I thought you had meant that as a joke," Shinji's voice was the first to return.

"Nope, I was dead serious with that," Misato declared grinning. "Really Shinji, you could need a slave to get over those confidence issues of yours."

'SLAVE?!?' Asuka's fingers scratched over the floor; anger replacing confusion as it dawned upon her what was being played here.

"I...I don't know," Shinji whined typically. Only he would back off such generous prese...

'Now what the hell am I thinking?!' the girl chided herself, her back tensing as she cut that train of thought.

"Aww, now look at that Shinji!" Misato pouted as she went back to her "purchase", bending down and pulling her arms around Asuka's neck, looking back up to him. "You made her think you don't like her."

"I'm sorry, I...I mean, she's... she's beautiful..." he muttered, his cheeks glowing red, and Asuka as well felt a certain heat in her face.

Misato just grinned again, having reduced the embrace to a gentle stroking of the crimson hair. "Isn't she? She's a crossbreed, part Japanese, part German. And I think some American was in there too... A very good heritage at least. Her name is Asuka. She's your age and even a virgin too, so you two can take care of that together," she explained, winking at him. The implication caused him to blush even more.

"She also reacted very well to your profile," she continued explaining, "so I didn't hesitate a second to pick her, even though she still has a month of training ahead. But I managed to persuade them to get her now, as long as we complete it. So for that time, she's not allowed to wear anything aside from restrains and not to speak unless directly asked. But afterwards, it's up to us to decide such things."

The just-proclaimed slave didn't like at all what she heard. First stripped from her clothes and now from her rights, supposed to be "trained" by these two. Maybe she was in hell after all.

She was so distracted by the prospect of the situation that she almost missed that Misato was talking to her. "So, Asuka, that's your new Master. Why don't you go and greet him?"

As if controlled by someone else, Asuka, or rather her body, started to crawl towards the fidgety boy. He backed off slightly as she stopped before him, obviously unsure what to make of this situation himself. She found herself bending down slowly, closing her eyes, until her lips made ever so light contact with the socks on his feet. A moment passed in which she just heard him breathe uneasily.

Then, there was suddenly that warm touch of his slightly trembling hand against her cheek and she instinctively leaned against it. Only as she opened her eyes as he raised her face up, she remembered who's gentle caress it was, but she still wasn't sure whether she would have pulled away if she could.

He smiled sheepishly as he bent down to her. "He-hello, Asuka."

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"...and here we have the bathroom," Misato explained, waving her hand presenting through the air. "Here you can... well, the obvious stuff: toilet, wash, shower, shave..."

'Shave...?' Asuka thought with dread. What just seemed to imply the "natural" shaving like legs and armpits at first suddenly made her notice that it felt much cooler between her thighs than she was used too.

"There should be enough space for your contraceptives and other hygienic products in the..." Misato trailed off as she turned around and her eyes fell back on the redhead. "You know, you don't really have to walk on all fours anymore. Or was it required too?"

"No it wasn't! And neither is to pull me butt-naked around in an apartment I already know, treated like some brainless animal!" Asuka yelled.

Or at least, she wanted to. Though all that came out as she no longer felt the invisible pressure and slowly stood up was a simple "No."

"Good. That hadn't really been a direct question, rather one at myself, but I let it pass for now," the elder woman declared giddily, passing Asuka on her way out of the room, tugging again on the offending leash.

Asuka stumbled after her former guardian, her legs still a bit wobbly from crawling over the floor the whole time. Since she had her hands free now, she instantly went to work on the cuff on her left wrist after making sure Misato was too busy showing her through the apartment to look at her. But for some reason she could neither get that one open nor the one on her right, despite the lack of any kind of lock on the buckles.

She quickly brought her arms back to her sides when Misato stopped in front of her old room and turned towards her, reluctantly letting the cuffs be for now. As the door opened, the sight that greeted her was quite different from the comfortable mess that she was used to. Instead it was so clean and tidy, that it almost felt empty.

"This is your Master's room. He spends a lot of his time here, though I'm not quite sure with what. But I think I know what it'll be from now on." Misato winked at her jokingly, before turning around. "Aaand to the opposite, we have..."

She was interrupted as just that door was opened by Shinji. "Misato, I..." he trailed off blushing as he stood face to face to the still very nude girl. His eyes instantly started to dart around the room, yet still landing - in Asuka's opinion - much too often on her various assets and she couldn't believe that she didn't even feel the need to cover herself. "I-I've cleaned everything out of the storage room as you asked me to and got... that in there. I wasn't sure about this though."

"This" was a plain cardboard box, big enough that he could barely hold in both of his arms. At its side was a print saying: "Tokyo-3 Academy for Extraordinary Servants - Standard Equipment Set for Slave" followed by "Asuka S.", handwritten with a black marker. And while said Asuka wasn't able to look into the box, she had no doubt that it was filled with more items that would be used for her degradation. She couldn't tell what "that" was supposed to be, but presumed that it was some perverted kind of sleeping place.

"Oh, just leave it here for now, I'll take care of that later," Misato told him.

He complied nodding. "Uhm... Misato... Do you really think she should live in there? It's so... small. And there's not even a window..."

Asuka felt a little guilty, she hadn't shown nearly as much remorse when she had forced him out of his and into that room the day she had moved in. But she quickly drowned that flicker of conscience by telling herself that it was his own fault that he had given it up so easily.

Meanwhile, Misato was already busy with teasing her charge again. "Would you rather have her sleep in your room already? Maybe even in your bed? I had planned to wait with that till tomorrow."

"MISATO!" he instantly protested, blushing profusely.

"Hey, it's not like she's going to spend all day in there. Maybe we can move her to your room once you two got used to each other, but at the very least for this month, she has to sleep in it. And for heating reasons, I thought it would be better for her to have a separate room. She has no cover of any kind, after all." She paused, taking a look at the clock as she turned to Asuka. "Speaking of sleeping... You two have your big day tomorrow, so you might want to rest now. We're pretty much finished with our little tour, so you should find the bathroom yourself."

Misato finally unclipped the leash from the D-ring of the collar and stared at the girl as if waiting for her to do something. But while Asuka understood the implication, she wasn't sure what was expected from her and she didn't feel any needs, so...

"Don't you want to go to the toilet?" Misato eventually asked.

Asuka shook her head.

"Do you want a diaper then?"

The redhead's stomach clenched at that words and something told her she would have better been off if she had taken the previous offer. Hell, she might have found a way to escape once she would have some time alone in the bath. But whatever was in store for her, there was no way she would wear a diaper like a baby that can't hold on. "No."

"Well, if you think you can hold it till tomorrow..." Misato shrugged. "I sure as hell won't clean any mess you make in there."

With that she gestured Shinji to move out of the way and for the first time, Asuka's wide eyes fell on her upcoming predicament and now she really wanted to turn around and run away as fast as possible.

The cage was a simple cuboid, a mesh of many thin but sturdy vertical and horizontal bars of metal welded together. The bottom had a thin white padding, but aside from that, it was empty. And it seemed impossible small.

"Well, come in..." Misato chimed, holding the door, the cage's whole front with a big padlock dangling from it, open. And despite her instincts, Asuka dropped onto hands and knees again and obediently started to crawl towards her "bed".

Her heart pounded wildly as her head passed the entrance and her right hand made first contact with the soft padding, instantly feeling a hint of claustrophobia as she was surrounded by the metal as far as she could see. Even in that crouched position, she could feel the top bars brushing against her hair - she wouldn't even be able to sit in there. And that she was giving Shinji a first proper view on her naked butt and sex didn't help either.

As she reached the end, her legs were still halfway out. As soon as she drew them in, she felt Misato closing the door behind her.

"You have the honor," she heard her say, obviously aimed at Shinji. Asuka could only partially see over her shoulder what was going on behind her, but she believed to see him hesitatingly kneeling down, reaching for the lock and that was all she needed to know. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to fight the panic welling up inside her, somehow hoping she'd wake up any moment from this nightmare as a low *click* marked her definite imprisonment.

"Mi-Misato?" Shinji muttered breathlessly. "Is there even a key for this? There's no hole..."

"Oh, don't worry. It's a timed lock in case the slave has some tasks to fulfill before her Master wakes up. It'll open tomorrow morning. Now come."

Asuka heard their footsteps, but instead of leaving the room, they seemed to circle the cage. Even more than before, she felt like an animal on display, feeling their eyes drilling into her tender body.

When they stepped into her partially obscured view, she shivered inwardly at Misato's leer. "You surely want to give your Master a goodnight-kiss, don't you, Asuka?"

The prisoner's jaws trembled as she tried to force a "NO!" out, but she remained silent.

Shinji however, still had his whiny voice. "This... this isn't really necessary, Misato..."

"Oh come on already," his guardian groaned, pulling him in front of the cage. "It's what she was trained for."

He blushed again, slowly bending down to her... but was suddenly stopped by a heavily sighing Misato gripping the collar of his shirt while her free hand went down to his crotch.

"MI-MISATO!" he yelped as she opened his zipper and pulled his penis out.

"Oh, stop complaining already, you're gonna like this," she silenced him, aiming his dick through the bars directly against Asuka's mouth. Shocked, she tried to recoil, but instantly hit her head against the top of the cage.

"Go on, give him a kiss," Misato cooed.

Asuka really felt like crying in shame and anger now, but since it was already resting at her trembling lips, she pursed them against the half-erect twitching member, just to get over with it. Shinji gasped very audible at the wet touch, but Misato apparently had a different kind of "kiss" in mind.

"Jeeze, makes you wonder what they're teaching at the Academy," she sighed, then tickled Asuka's head with a single finger. "Come on, open your beautiful mouth."

The girl shuddered at the lone thought and yet she found herself complying. She even forced her mouth open as wide as possible in vain hope that she wouldn't come in contact with the disgusting piece of meat, but she could sense it anyway as it entered her oral cavity.

And eventually the purple head brushed against her tongue and as on reflex, her lips closed around it. His cock was in her mouth.

SHINJI IKARI'S COCK was in HER MOUTH!

And worst of all, it... no, there was no possible reason why it should feel good. Tolerable, mayb... No! NO! Disgusting! It was utterly sickening! And it was absolutely just because she couldn't do anything about it anyway that she took more of the hardening dick in.

Above her, the cock's owner meanwhile gasped for air from the pleasure she was undoubtedly giving him.

"You have to push a bit more forward Shinji, she can't reach any further," she heard Misato's voice and started to panic again. She had thought that it already was about all the way in, but as she opened her eyes, Asuka realized that there were still a good two inches waiting at the other side of the iron-mesh - and she had no idea where they were supposed to fit.

However, she was soon going to learn as he grunted Misato a reply and slowly pushed in. Asuka's breathing got more and more rapid in fear the closer he got to her throat. But just before he made contact, Shinji suddenly spasmed against the cage, his cock erupting in her mouth and Asuka's throat swallowed the sudden flow of cum on reflex, quite to the redhead's horror.

For several seconds it was silent in the room save for Shinji's ragged breathing; not even Misato saw the need for an unfitting comment. Eventually, the boy pulled away, his slowly softening member escaping Asuka's mouth.

"God, I... I..." he stammered, glancing nervously down at the girl who had just given him his first blowjob. "Uhm... G-good night!" With that he hurried out of her view and out of the room.

"Don't worry, it just took himself by surprise that he enjoyed that so much," Misato said calmly, kneeling down to her. "But it looked like you would have had quite some trouble there, if he hadn't been so... inexperienced. Seriously, aren't they even teaching the basics anymore?"

Asuka didn't know what to answer, as 1) she had no idea what was being taught to anyone here and 2) her mind was still spinning at least as much as Shinji's from that previous experience.

It was probably another question she wasn't even allowed/couldn't answer anyway, as Misato continued without waiting for a reply. "But you'll have enough chances to learn the techniques here. Tomorrow. For now..." She straightened herself. "...get some rest."

Then she followed Shinji, leaving Asuka alone for the first time since this all started.

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It had been quite a fight to turn around in the narrow confinement and once she already feared she got stuck in a very awkward position, with her legs wide apart, her breasts squeezed against the metal on the opposite side and her painfully craned head pressed against the top. And worse, the struggle had been a pretty unnecessary one, as she quickly found out.

The door didn't give in at all, no matter how much force she put against or how often she rattled it. The lock seemed sturdy enough that she doubted she had much chance to brake it, but even then, she would have to be able to reach it first. However, the thin iron bars surrounding and confining her were both, vertically as well as horizontally so close together that she got no more than three fingers between them. And extra plates in the corners kept even those searching digits away. The hinge on the other side didn't prove to be a weak point either.

She felt absolutely helpless at that moment as she cowered there, not moving for an unknown time. No matter how much she hated to admit defeat, she realized that she would be imprisoned in that narrow cage for the whole night.

And then? Would she be restrained, raped and utterly degraded as sex-slave until she was locked up in this damned thing again, day for day? And she had only gotten a first "taste" of the worst part of that, she reminded herself bitterly, the flavor of Shinji's jizz still on her tongue. Was it going to be like this for the rest of her life?

"That, I can not foresee," a quiet voice spoke above her. "But it will be for the upcoming month."

"YOU!" The depressive feeling vanished in a flash, replaced by pure hatred at the sight of the blue-haired bitch that had gotten her into this situation. In her rage, Asuka jumped against the door forcefully enough to shove the whole cage a few inches over the floor. Her fingers clawed around the bars in futile attempt to rip them apart to rip her apart afterwards. "If you don't let me out of here RIGHT NOW, then... THEN..."

"There is not much use in a threat that can not be fulfilled, is there?"

Asuka seethed, but forced herself to to calm down, even though she didn't have much success in suppressing her anger. "What... what are you doing here?" she hissed. "Watching me suffer in your little game?"

"I do not need to manifest here to do so. I noticed that you feel confused about your situation, so I came here in case you wanted to ask me for details."

"I don't have any questions! I know exactly what you're doing with me! You think you can make me a "slave in training" and make me feel these things to brake me and make me into pwetty Shinji's personal slut!"

"There is some truth in that," Rei admitted. "But I do not think it will be necessary to brake your mind. In fact, that would most likely be contra-productive for our plans. You are here to experience an alternate life, to allow you to see if you can find happiness when you are free of the boundaries that you and your previous life had placed upon you."

Happiness? As slave? Asuka shook her head, only able to laugh at the sheer absurdity in those words.

"To ensure that your experience in this reality will be untainted, it is true that I have taken measures to limit your mobility and your... freedom of speech and they will remain active for whenever you attempt to disturb your role in this world," Rei kept explaining. "But I did not and will not control your mind or your emotions. Whatever you feel, however you react, that all will be your own."

"Yeah, right," Asuka finally scoffed, unable to listen to this nonsense any longer. "That tingling in my crotch before was because I just LOVE to suck Shinji's cock, the person I despise most on this planet!"

However, the sarcasm was lost to (or simply ignored by) Rei. "Yes."

"Listen wonderbitch!" the caged girl snarled as she inched her face closer to the unyielding door. "You can teach him to treat me as a sperm-dumpster as much as you want, as soon as I'm out of here you can be sure that I will teach him a lesson never to touch me again! You kiss your little "Rebirth of Humanity" goodbye anyway!" She aggressively rattled at the bars again, showing that the cage was not enough to tame this wild beast. "So enough with this crap and LET ME OUT ALREADY!"

"Is it that bad already," Rei suddenly spoke with a strange sadness in her voice, "that you would rather let your prideful mind chose a painful life of solitude instead of admitting your feelings and live the life your heart yearns for?"

"Why can't you just..."

"Aside from that," she cut Asuka's reply short by continuing, "you are mistaken if you think that this Shinji is in a situation similar to yours. He is a product of this world, independent of the one you know."

"Oh great! So you fiddle around with him until he acts in a way I would be able to tolerate or even like him, so that I might end up liking the real one as well."

"No. He is independent from the "real" Shinji, but he was created in his image, in body and personality. And while it would be in my power, I will not influence him."

"Heh," Asuka scoffed tiredly. "And I guess I'll just have to trust you on that."

"Yes."

Sighing, the redhead closed her eyes and let her head slump. "Why should I?" she whispered bitterly.

"Because," Rei began, reaching out with her arm, "just as I feel for him..." Her hand faded through the iron. "...do I love you, my child."

As Asuka's eyes snapped open, the room's door suddenly opened quietly, revealing a thin, dark figure. "I-I heard you rustling in here. Everything alright?"

The girl blinked twice, her senses returning. Rei was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, she wondered if it had only been a dream, but she was still in the same position she had been seconds before. And she could still feel the gentle touch of the hand that had lovingly ruffled her hair.

She shook her head free of those thoughts. 'Everything alright? Yeah, I'm a fuckin' SEX-SLAVE without any purpose other than to please YOU of all people! Suuure, everything is alright!' But her sarcastic comment was reduced to a timid "Yes."

"Can't sleep either, huh?" he asked sheepishly, sitting down next to her cage. "I guess... I guess it's natural to feel uneasy when you get to an unknown place with people you never met and are told to live there from now on. Even more so under such... special conditions."

"Yes..." Asuka muttered again, but this time it actually carried a lot of her own feelings.

Shinji smiled mildly at that. "You know, you... you have a nice voice. When... when we're alone, you... I don't mind if you talk normal, without being..." His shoulders sagged as he broke off and he tiredly held his forehead. "So-sorry, I forgot. You have to know, this is all came pretty sudden for me as well. I guess you're used to most of these things, but I... I never really understood that there are people who like... want to be treated like this and even be proud of it."

He took a deep breath, before he sat up on his knees before her. Asuka flinched as she suddenly felt his fingers nervously brushing softly against hers that were still cramped around the bars, but she didn't (or couldn't) yank them away. "I know I'm not very... well, dominant," he continued. "And I'm not sure if Misato's plan really works out, but... I promise you that I'll try my best... so that I can be a good Master for you."

He leaned forward, hesitated a second, then quickly closed the distance between their lips and gave her a short peck through the bars before she could even think of backing away. Then he left, whispering a low "Good night" that she barely heard.

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It was a second after seven in the morning when Asuka was woken up by a dull thud. It took her another second to realize her narrow surroundings. And with that it also dawned on her that it hadn't been a bad dream.

It was a little surprising that she had been able to sleep at all - and so well at that. Though she was naked, it was pretty warm as Misato had said, and having to draw her legs up so high into a forced fetal position just added to the awkward coziness. But now, she seriously felt the need to stretch her limbs.

And fortunately, she saw that she would be able to: What had woken her was the lock landing on the floor. There must have been some weight in it that pulled it out of the holes once it opened. Pushing the door open, she crawled out of the cage, wobbly standing up - and running straight for the bathroom.

She really should have gone before.

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Any hopes of escaping afterwards were quickly crushed. That Shinji was already up wasn't too surprising, but Misato must have found an alarm clock somewhere, at least it was the first time Asuka had seen the woman up so early. Then again, she had rarely been a morning person either.

Breakfast quickly proved to be yet another humiliating experience. As she wanted to sit down, Misato shooed her off the chair before she even touched it and approached her from behind. Since she had to do some more "training of her oral skills", she was to get a special place under the table instead.

Asuka stood unwillingly silent again as her arms were pushed behind her back, held together by one of Misato's hands while the other threaded a padlock through the D-rings on her wrist cuffs, holding them securely in place, so she wouldn't be able to "cheat". Then she was made to kneel between Shinji's legs.

Like the day before, he hesitated at first, but eventually pulled his zipper down. Asuka unconsciously wet her lips at the sight of the bulge in his boxers that quickly revealed his hard cock. Her conscious mind however fought much more eagerly against this degrading treatment, determined not to give them what they wanted so easily.

It didn't help much. A mere second later, her mouth opened on its own, engulfing the rod in front of her. Her tongue twirled around the purple head between her lips against her will, forcing her to taste the already leaking pre-cum again. She squeezed her eyes shut as she took more of him in, starting an up and down movement, each time going a bit lower. His gasps of pleasure rang in her ears, growing faster in rhythm of her bobbing head.

Again, she had to fight the rising panic of suffocation the closer her face neared his crotch, but it proved unfounded. Since she was not in control, she was made to regulate her breathing when his cock slipped past the entrance to her throat.

He instantly came in that tightness, shooting his essence on a direct way to her stomach. She couldn't avoid the taste though, as several drops fell on her tongue on the dick's way out.

"Asuka..." his blissful sigh made her aware of the cock's owner again. He showed his gratitude by gently caressing her left cheek and she instinctively leaned into his palm.

"Well, looks like she deserved her breakfast," Misato's voice brought Asuka the desired distraction, but any hopes for a normal meal now where quickly crushed. A red dog bowl with her name on it was placed next to the table, obviously one item of her "equipment set".

Again, she fought for her pride. This wasn't as bad as having to suck Shinji's cock, but being treated like an animal was hardly acceptable for her ego. And if she'd give in just because fighting was pointless anyway, she would only give Rei what she wanted. And Asuka would rather die than that.

...But of hunger? Shinji's cum was hardly filling, after all...

Caught up in the battle between her stomach and her dignity, a certain penguin waddled up to her. It looked at the unknown nude form before it - then at the bowl between them - then picked up a piece of toast from it and scurried back into his fridge before Asuka even noticed.

Misato however did. "PEN PEN! You little...!!" she huffed angrily after the bird, before she turned to Asuka with an apologetic smile. "You shouldn't let him do that, you know? That you're a slave doesn't mean you're below a pet."

She already took the next bite as she casually ruffled the redhead's hair, embarrassing the girl even more. But Asuka decided that it was probably best to eat up before someone else did it and leave her on a cum diet until lunch. Eating toast out of a bowl was quite awkward, especially without the use of her hands. Of course no one had bothered to free her wrists yet. What made it really bad though was that she felt Shinji's pitiful look on her ever so often.

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After breakfast, Asuka learned that she wasn't supposed to be "just" a sex-slave after all. Once her hands were freed, she was ushered towards the sink where she was expected to clean the dishes. She initially wanted to protest that it was Shinji's job, but of course that didn't work. Not only that she couldn't get a word out or that it would have fallen on deaf ears (or worse) coming from a slave, Shinji was supposed to do some studying for the "big event" later that day. And judging by his beet-red face as Misato told him, the material must have been very explicit.

She didn't see him a lot during that day while she had to wash the clothes, clean the rooms and do all the other chores he usually took care of. Surprisingly, she even managed an edible lunch, probably also thanks to being controlled. Of course, she had to "earn" her share again as well as eat it without use of her hands out of her bowl.

Eventually though, evening came...

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Lying on her back, Asuka absently stared up to her wrists as she tugged lightly at the cuffs holding them. They were locked together again, but this time above her head, behind a bar of the bed's metal frame. She didn't even remember Shinji's bed having those bars for a headboard, she being secured to the one in the middle, but that minor change in this universe was probably bothering her least right now.

After all, these were the last preparations to get her fucked and it was only natural to become a little nervous at that, right? Especially if you had no say in the matter. Or your partner.

Her left leg was bound by a chain secured at her ankle cuff to the respective bedpost and Misato just closed the padlock that held the right one off to the other side.

"There, all open and ready for the big moment," she commented with a sharp slap against Asuka's upper thigh, snapping the girl out of her daze.

"Does... does she really have to be tied up?" Shinji stood behind Misato, straining hard not to stare at the bed. Unlike the bound girl, he wasn't naked yet, but already stripped down to his underpants, his hands trying to hide the obvious bulge. "Making... doing this while she can do nothing but lie there and take it... I'm not sure if this is right..."

The mattress squeaked as Misato rose with a sigh. "For the first time you do this, yes," she said, turning to him. "Haven't you done your homework? She's to offer herself completely to you. Not accepting this offer would seriously hurt your relationship."

"I know, but..."

"Uh, uh, uh," she cut him off, waiving her finger. "I already guessed that you might chicken out, that's why I only used lockable restrains. I'm keeping the keys. And I will check afterwards. So don't even think of trying to free her or simply wait it out just so you'll feel more comfortable with it. Unless..." her voice lost its cheerful tone, "you want to send her away."

This visibly shocked Shinji - and as Asuka had to admit, also herself a bit. But it was easy for her to blame it onto her primal fear of being thrown away like a useless doll. So she actually felt relieved when he shook his head.

"This is your last chance to say so, Shinji," Misato reminded him further, placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is going to be a very serious act. Taking a slave is almost as big of a commitment as a marriage. You will be her first lover and her first Master. If, for some reason, she will have another one eventually, he and all others after that, she will only see secondary to you as she will only serve them because you wanted her to. But that shouldn't even happen. She might be a slave, but she's still a human being, not just a toy that you can discard when you tired of it. You'll have to take good care of her and..."

"Misato..." Shinji interrupted her surprisingly determined. "I know that. And... and I promised her already that I'll do my best to be a good Master to make her happy."

"Sorry." She laughed and ruffled his hair. "It's just that my little charge is taking his first step to become a responsible adult. Just remember that it's her first time too, so..." Again she chuckled lightly. "Well, I guess you're the last I'd have to remind to be gentle."

He blushed, sheepishly averting his eyes as the woman leaned in to kiss his forehead.

"Well, I'll give you two a bit privacy then. Have fun."

And with a last wink at them, Misato closed the door behind her, leaving the teens alone.

Their eyes met briefly, but both quickly averted them again. However, the silence in the room intensified all other sounds. Shinji's footsteps as he hesitatingly walked over to the bed. The repeated squeaking of the mattress as he sat down, facing away from her. Their heavy breathing. The jiggling of the chains holding her as she moved slightly when she eventually felt him shifting after several seconds and saw him slowly pulling his undergarment down.

She couldn't help but stare at the tip of his cock that wasn't hidden from her view by his leg. While she had a few chances to make very close contact to it recently, it had now acquired a new dimension.

In mere moments, it would become the tool that would rip her virginity from her.

"W-well..." His quivering voice startled her enough to quickly turn her head before he could see what she was looking at and get the wrong idea. But it took a few more seconds until he found the nerve to continue. "I-I guess it's not too surprising if I tell you that I've never been with a girl like this. I never... I never even kissed until yesterday. Th-that's not supposed to be an excuse or anything, but... I though you should know that I'm really... REALLY... nervous. Well, sure, that goes to you as well... I guess... but..."

Asuka groaned inwardly. A part of her wished that he would just get it over with before she'd be bored to death by his incoherent ramblings. The waiting just made it worse. She could barely hear him over her fluttering heartbeat anyway.

Her wish came true sooner than expected.

He barely even looked at her as his quivering fingers brushed against the soft skin of her left breast, causing her gasp as the light touch set her nerves on fire. She had to bite her lower lip to prevent any more embarrassing sounds escaping her as the whole palm followed, getting a light hold of the mound, squeezing and rotating it ever so gently - almost too gently for a certain voice inside her.

But Shinji slowly grew a little more confident. The hand eventually moved to the right breast, but he didn't leave the left one free for long as his other hand joined in, starting to grope both of her mammaries. She instinctively averted her view when she felt him moving to straddle her, but she couldn't prevent to feel his hot skin brushing against hers.

However, her attention was instantly drawn back to her breasts as his hand was replaced by something wet touching her left nipple. The tingling sensation surging from there through her body made her squirm involuntary in her bonds, her breath becoming shallower as she stared wide-eyed at Shinji's mouth working on her, feeling his tongue carefully flicking against the hardening nub.

She had no chance stifling the groan when he also lightly pinched its twin between his fingers. While she could tell that he was hardly applying much pressure, it was way more than she was willing to take - it made her feel much too good. But she knew there wasn't anything she could do against the unwanted pleasure, she couldn't even tell, not even beg him to stop.

After uncountable minutes in which he continuously switched the way he teased her sensitive bosom, the tips achingly stiff, Asuka found herself drifting of to a pleasure-filled haze. But it took only a single touch to bring her out of it.

His dick was resting against her opening.

Her stomach fluttered, but as much as she wanted to regard it just as intention to vomit in prospect of an upcoming rape, she couldn't deny that there was also a large piece of nervous excitement in that mix. Rei must have been lying when she said her feelings and reactions were all her own.

As nothing happened for several seconds, she looked up to find him staring back at her, a hesitant look in his eyes. But then he suddenly pressed his lips on hers, almost forcefully, though apparently rather forcing himself to go this far instead of trying to force himself onto her.

But she had little time to analyze the pressure of his lips thoroughly. The pressure of his hard meat against her inner walls as it slowly dug its way through her tight tunnel tore too much at her rational thinking.

Asuka thrashed helplessly in her bonds, trying in vain to dislodge him from her. Ironically though, she was helping him penetrating her instead.

He intensified the kiss, his tongue carefully teasing her lips and she couldn't help but moan against him as, one by one, his invading cock stimulated those highly sensitive nerves that had never been awake until now.

Then came the moment that his slow advance was blocked and Asuka instantly froze. She knew she was trembling lightly, but she couldn't help it. Shinji must have noticed that the kiss wasn't diversion enough and stopped, staring into her eyes, seemingly contemplating how to calm her. She hated to admit it, but that alone already worked. Running his hand through her hair, he kissed her again. But that was a very weak compensation for him pulling back slightly before ramming through her hymen, causing her to scream into his mouth.

She still whimpered as he broke the kiss, doubling his efforts to soothe her.

"Shh..." he hushed, kissing the remaining tears on her cheeks away, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I had to do this... Take your time..."

By now she already felt more uncomfortable by his pampering than the pain, which slowly ebbed away. She realized then that he was completely inside her, his balls resting against the apex of her thighs. And she felt incredibly full. She had already thought it was huge when she had taken it in the mouth, but that was no comparison to the telephone pole that now seemed to be stuffed into her vagina. Though somehow, she felt herself slowly adapting to the size. Her breathing must have calmed, or he was just getting impatient, either way she eventually felt him stirring inside her.

"Ready?"

She wasn't sure whether she actually nodded. If she did, it was instantly forgotten, driven away by the sparks emitted by the small movements inside her cunt. Again she gasped involuntary as he started to build up his rhythm, very carefully testing their limits before slowly increasing his speed. Chains rattled as she strained against them, her eyes shut, as she tried to force the sensations out of her.

But he wouldn't grant her even that. His hand brushed against her cheek, bringing her to face him again and she instantly found herself entrapped in his gaze as he continued to thrust into her for what felt like hours, their panting and the wet sound of their combining sexes filling the air.

She finally succeeded in her attempt to brake away from his piercing eyes, her darting down, instinctively choosing to get a look at what was penetrating her, but seeing Shinji's cock vanishing and emerging from her crotch again and again naturally didn't offer her any escape of this reality.

Shinji Ikari was fucking her.

And that wasn't even the worst part of it. No, the worst was that even the frantic shaking of her head wasn't a sign of disgust and unwillingness but of sheer ecstasy, that the pleasure was way too much to bear. And the longer it took, the faster and deeper he thrust into her, the more pleasure radiated from her cunt, driving her mad. When he resumed working on her tits, she knew she had lost.

Asuka shuddered under the constant assault, cursing her body for betraying her so utterly. Only once she had been able to experience it by masturbating - to her shame while failing to concentrate on Kaji that one evening she had been "bored" - but she could tell that it was inevitable close. She frantically tried to tell herself that it was nothing but a physical reaction, nothing but the primal behavior of her body to fool her into doing this as often as possible to spawn lots of little brats by producing so many endorphins that she couldn't help but think this was the best thing in the world. And of course the "little bit" of pressure from a certain blue-haired bitch.

But no matter what the reason was, she couldn't help it anymore. Shinji cut off the endless stream of groans that escaped her throat by capturing her lips with his again and this time, her mouth instinctively returned the passion while he pumped into her.

It was too much to take. A final, hard thrust finally sent her off the edge, her pussy clamping around him and the last she felt was his essence being shot deep into her before everything went black, a warm fuzzy glow emitting from between her legs.

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There was something very annoying. Asuka couldn't quite tell what it was, but she didn't want to know anyway. It was trying to wake her up and if she concentrated on it, it would most likely succeed and she couldn't let that happen. It was much too comfortable under this warm, fleshy... cover...?

Prying her eyes partially open, she realized that it was Shinji lying asleep on top of her, breathing against her neck. But that wasn't what had woken her. Glancing to the side she noticed Misato standing next to the bed, shaking the redhead lightly.

"Shh..." the smiling woman whispered and instantly brought her finger up to her mouth as reminder not to wake Shinji, "You two look so cute like this that I'm really sorry that I have to wake you, but I have to get you back to your cage for the night. You can get back to sleep in just a few minutes."

Asuka wanted to groan, but she felt too tired for even that. She noticed the locks holding her were already opened when Misato helped her to crawl from underneath Shinji without waking him up. She also assisted the drowsy girl to stand up and, heaving the redhead's arm over her shoulders, they quietly moved out of Shinji's room towards Asuka's.

"I know I've said I would check, but don't worry, that was just so Shinji wouldn't back out," Misato explained, still grinning proudly. "And it's obvious enough anyway."

Asuka didn't bother with Misato's joking though. Worn out as she was, she just wanted to sleep. She didn't even thought of protesting as the cage door was held open for her and crawled in without hesitation. While Misato shut the lock, turned off the light and left the room, she was already drifting back to her dreamworld.

In the last seconds of awareness, her hand went down to her crotch where her fingers confirmed the sticky wetness of their mixed juices.

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In the following week, Asuka had to fuck with Shinji on a just as constant basis as she had to do her chores and "special" diet. Without more than that interference from Misato, he didn't restrain her during the sex at first, but she soon motioned him that she wanted to be tied up. And that didn't come from a certain higher being for once, that was her own decision. It certainly wasn't that she enjoyed being so powerless and at his mercy but that was better than having to return the touches and caresses to pleasure him or reflexly clinging onto him during her orgasm.

Or so she told herself.

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Asuka was just having lunch - or rather her hard, long "appetizer". She had noticed a while ago that Shinji was getting quite accustomed to the oral pleasure and she was sucking, licking and deep-throating his cock for over five minutes already without him showing any sign of ejaculating soon. The degrading task had become mundane enough for her as well not to feel any physical strain, but it was starting to frustrate her.

Her pride was in a serious conflict: She neither wanted to suck his cock, but she also had to succeed! And while the pressure of his hand gratefully petting her head ever so often was ni... not that bad, it wasn't nearly as "rewarding". If only she could do it on her own...

'What am I thinking?' she scolded herself. 'If I could use my mouth on my own, I'd certainly do something else with it!'

"Ouch!"

Asuka rolled her eyes under the table.

'Oh, what a wimp! I closed them so carefully, my teeth barely even touched his...'

She stopped licking and pumping as realization hit her, surprised just as he was that she did manage to close them at all. If she could move her mouth on her own, did that mean she also had... "used it" before already? That couldn't be... could it?

"What is it?" Misato's suspicious voice asked.

"She... eh... nothing..."

"That didn't sound like nothing! She hurt you, didn't she?" Asuka winced as she was pulled from under the table by a vice-like grip on her arm. "Seems our little slave is eager to get punished!"

Punished? She really didn't like the sound of that. Knowing her current status, it was doubtful that it meant no TV for a week or that she was going to be grounded. Asuka thrashed as she was hoisted up by her elbow, her arms still pinned to her back by the padlocked wrist cuffs as always for her meals. But there was little she could do as Misato dragged her over to her room, the bound girl's attempts to free herself from the hold easily overpowered.

"Punished?" Shinji repeated as well, hurrying after them. "R-really Misato, it wasn't so bad! You don't have to..."

"Oh Shinji," Misato sighed, suddenly all friendly again. "She has to be punished from time to time. She probably just did it to remind us."

"Remind us? You mean she..."

"Wants it, yes," she continued explaining. "I can't say if she likes it, though many slaves indeed have masochistic tendencies. But either way they crave it as reminder of their status."

'I'm constantly nude, degraded, tied up, have to suck Shinji, swallow his cum or get covered by it, and get fucked on a daily basis! Yeah, I sure need a punishment to be reminded of my place.'

"But..." Shinji whined, "she seems to be afraid..."

'Afraid?!' Asuka's pride kicked in and she instantly stopped struggling. 'I can take whatever they'll do! I mean... how could it get any worse?'

However, she got a little unsure about those words as the door was opened. A steel bar of about three feet length dangled on a sturdy chain from the ceiling, its twin fastened by two short links to the floor. Asuka was ushered towards them. Her wrist cuffs were freed only to be secured to the snap hooks at each end of the bar above her head.

While Misato moved to attach the lower bar to her ankle cuffs, Asuka looked up to her bonds, flexing her hands as she strained futile against them. The leather dug into her skin, but no matter which direction she chose to pull, her arms kept separated at the same distance. What good would succeeding with that do her anyway? Even if she could theoretically free herself, she knew well enough that it wouldn't be "granted". And getting out of that position didn't mean she was able to get away either.

With a last snap, the D-ring of her right ankle cuff slid into its respective hook, leaving her legs spread wide and her helpless pussy awfully open. Asuka looked up to find Shinji gaping at her and would have turned away from his eyes if it wasn't for the two anchor points of the lower bar preventing just that. This embarrassment was rather silly, he had seen all of her often enough lately, but that didn't help her to feel very exposed.

Asuka felt Misato's hands on her neck, pushing her head back down as they moved upwards to gather her red mane.

"Could you hold her hair up like this while I gag her?"

"Gag her?" Shinji asked as he stepped in front of Asuka to do as he was asked. With her head down, she had a perfect view of the straining bulge in his pants. No matter how much worry was in his voice, a part of him was obviously very excited at the display. "Is that necessary? I thought she isn't allowed to speak anyway."

"Yeah, but that doesn't go for screams." Misato's answer just fueled the butterflies that fluttered in Asuka's stomach at the sight of the red ball that was pushed at her face from behind. Her mouth opened obediently to accept it and the hard rubber went past her teeth, prying her jaws apart. She had only a few seconds to get it as comfortable as possible before its straps were buckled tightly behind her head, digging a bit into her cheeks. "Besides, it's also for her. It'll be easier to take when she has something to bite on."

Shinji let go of her hair and took a few steps back. The shocked glance he threw past her at Misato should have been a warning for Asuka, but there was no way she could have braced herself for the sudden pain as dozens of leather straps stung against her back, drawing a surprised yelp out of her.

"Well, let's get started!" Misato cheerfully announced too late.

A constant stream of screams escaped Asuka's throat, only partially blocked by the gag latched into her mouth, as the flogger rapidly landed on her backside, instantly redding her skin. Sweat broke out as she vainly tried to keep her composure under the constant assault, but the pain was too much even for her strong pride to take. The pity she saw growing in Shinji's face would have made her want to throw up under other circumstances, but she realized that right then it was her who was silently pleading for his help with her own eyes.

Another blow caused her to sob out loud, dropping her head. How long was this punishment supposed to go on? A few more seconds? An hour? For all she knew about this world, it might go on for eternity. It certainly felt like one already.

Asuka surprised herself as she heard herself moan suddenly, a different kind of feeling surging through her. Looking up, she found her eyes locked with Shinji's, just a few inches apart. His right hand was gently kneading her left breast, twirling her nipple. She was even more thankful for his other hand and she let him know by purring as his fingers stroke her exposed labia, his middle finger especially teasing her by entering, but only up to the first knuckle.

She thought she was going crazy when he finally found and pressed down her clit and if it hadn't been for the gag, she would have willingly shoved her tongue down his throat. With so much pleasure running through her, she barely felt the pain of the slaps anymore. In fact she realized that she didn't feel them at all after a while.

"Shinji. Shinji!" To Asuka's dismay his hands stopped their actions and he broke the eye contact at Misato's peeved call. "What are you doing?"

"I... she... she seemed to be in such pain, I just wanted to make it a bit easier for her to endure."

Misato sighed audible. "You can reward her afterwards if she takes it well, but if you're doing it now the whole point of the punishment goes moot. So if you can't watch, come over here, get one of the items and do your job yourself."

"M-me?"

"Yes Shinji, you! You are her Master after all! It is expected from you to punish her if she goes against your wishes."

"But..." He looked back at Asuka, only stirring her nervousness. "I don't know if I can do this... To... to hurt her...?"

"Shinji, this is to show her your strength. To show her that you are in control." Misato waved the flogger expressively. "How is she supposed to rely on her master to protect and take care of her if he's too weak to even handle herself?"

Asuka could see the conflict inside him and the lone knowledge that there was a conflict worried her more than anything.

She tried to beg him not to listen to Misato, that she would respect, worship him anyway. Even if that was a lie, she would have told him anything he wanted to hear that moment so he wouldn't consider punishing her - if only she could have talked.

But he averted his eyes and didn't notice her plea. His gentle hands left her.

Her mind went into panic when he walked past her, out of her view, to gather the torture instrument she knew he was going to use on her.

'NO! Please! Keep touching me instead!' Of course, the only way she could communicate was with a wild thrashing, but she stopped herself from doing even that as she realized what she had been thinking there. They already got her in a situation where she wanted him to feel her up. But pride be damned, receiving pleasure from Shinji Ikari was much better than the prospect of getting hurt by Shinji Ikari.

She could feel him moving behind her now and she tried to calm herself, closing her eyes as she prepared for the blow. He must have hesitated, at least he took his time. But just as she wondered if something was wrong her ass exploded in pain, causing her to force a loud shriek past the gag. She hadn't even known he could hit that hard, let alone actually do it. He apparently neither as she could hear his shocked gasp.

"M-Misato, you are sure this is alright?"

"Well, maybe you should go a little easier on her with that paddle."

The next slap still hurt, but the pain wasn't nearly as sharp. Dull throbs radiated through her buttocks as Shinji spanked them, the first few hits landing against the left until he decided that the right had rested enough from his initial abuse.

After a while, he seemed to get really in to it - or it was another of these "No one told me to stop"-things. Either way, he didn't show any sign of stopping anytime soon. And unable to do anything about it anyway, Asuka actually found herself relaxing under the constant assault.

Yelps became mere grunts; pain became a faint ache as her overloaded nerves sent mixed signals to her brain. Her hips still wriggled while she chewed on her gag, but didn't try to jerk away from the slaps anymore. In fact, Asuka didn't even notice that she still did.

She yearned for some pleasure in exchange for enduring this torture so long, any kind of pleasure - even if that came from Shinji and his...

Her eyes snapped open as she suddenly felt a hit against her yet-untainted stomach in addition to the one that met her butt. How could she have forgotten about Misato?

The woman towered before her, teasingly brushing the flogger against the skin she just hit with it. Asuka moaned involuntary as she felt very feminine fingers running over her bare slit, while Shinji kept spanking her.

"Guess I was right," Misato cooed. "You seem to like this quite a lot."

Asuka's eyes went wide at the sight of the glittering-wet fingers held up to her face.

"Though I wonder, is it the punishment..." the elder whispered in her ear, spreading the redhead's juices around the gagged mouth, forcing Asuka to smell her own excitement, "or is it because your Master is administering it?"

What nonsense! It was still from when he had touched her. It had to be!

Her denials were cut short by two further hits as Misato also rejoined the action. And while Shinji kept himself focused on her red buttocks, Misato used a lot more variety. Only little of Asuka's front was spared and she yelped as the leather straps connected with her stomach, her arms, her thighs - and that last one, awfully close to her crotch, brought the accurate fear to her that her most sensitive parts wouldn't be spared either.

She strained against her bonds, wailing helplessly, as the next strikes landed across her breasts. The pain was exorbitant, but it was nothing against the stinging sensation that surged through her body from her erect nipples whenever the vicious straps hit them.

Five blows were enough to keep her hanging panting from the spreader bar that held her arms up and apart. Only aware of Shinji's constant spankings, a small voice in her warned that whatever was delaying the next stroke would certainly not be good. But as she focused her tired eyes on the woman before her, it was already too late. As she saw the flogger, it already swung unstoppable towards her pussy, impacting the very same moment Shinji hit her ass.

Asuka's mind went blank. The scream that reached her ears must have been hers, but there weren't enough logic thoughts reaching her to make that conclusion. Whatever still was active from her brain was busy denying what just had happened.

She couldn't have possibly reached such a tremendous orgasm from being beaten up.

The muscles in her arms and legs were completely unable to support her, leaving her hanging sagged in her bonds. She felt the gag being unbuckled and saw it falling to the ground through heavy-lidded eyes, a thick strand of saliva following, but her mind hardly registered it. Her arms were released and part of her expected to fall to the ground without the hold of the bar, her wavy legs instantly giving out.

But instead, she collapsed against something. Something... no... someone warm, so invitingly to rest against. Someone who held her. She knew it was her Mas... Shin... him, even though she could hardly even bring her arms up to return the embrace. But even through her haze his scent still reached her, his gentle touches still prickled on her sensitive skin as he soothingly stroke her back.

It was strange, but at that moment she didn't mind at all to be in his possession.

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From that day on, Asuka found herself slipping more and more into her role as Shinji's slave. She still couldn't tell if that was all Rei's doing, but what was much scarier for the part of her that clung onto her pride: She started to care less and less whether she was made to submit to him or doing it on her own after all.

While that particular part kept popping up in the back of her mind to yell at her that she was betraying all her ideals, all of herself in fact by giving in, that they would have succeeded in breaking her. But the rest of her didn't feel broken, quite the contrary. Once she stopped trying to persuade herself not to enjoy it, she realized how great the sex actually felt. She developed a new type of pride, one that was fueled by her success of pleasuring her Master.

Yes, she eventually started to think of him as that. She wasn't the only one who changed after all: It was also hard to miss him growing much more confident with her. And she found that to be a very attractive trait. She hadn't quite believed Misato's words before her first punishment about him having to prove his strength that he would be able to take care for her, but now she was beginning to see what she had meant. And she really enjoyed "being cared of".

She shouldn't have been surprised at his gentleness, maybe not even of the fierce protectiveness he showed sometimes, but it was still flattering her to be in the center of all his pampering. She was surprised how blunt and demanding he could be with his needs if he just wanted to, firm and unwilling to change his mind. The perfect mix of compassion and power.

As implied, the first punishment was not the last. Three more she "earned", the last one by "accidentally" spilling the drink she was supposed to fetch for her Master on his lap, hoping correctly that immediately "cleaning" it wouldn't be enough.

Punishments were much better without Misato around. His guardian had to remind him of his duties sometimes, but he did the rest on his own. The first time, he only brought himself to administer a spanking and back then Asuka had still found it nothing but embarrassing to be bent over his knees, feeling like an insolent child despite her cuffed hands and gagged mouth. But both got into it very fast, his cock growing harder against her stomach, the hits coming with more force, more of her pussy juice leaking onto his legs. Needless to say, he took Misato's advice to reward her (thoroughly) when she took her punishment well enough - which, in his opinion, she always did.

When Shinji had to leave for school again after the second week of her training, the hours he was gone were incredibly long. Her three holes were yearning for his cock - and the rest of her was missing the rest of him too. She kept looking at the clock on a minute-basis until she'd finally hear him at the door and just like a pet, like a good slave, she'd hurry to greet her Master.

Life as slave certainly wasn't that bad at all.

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Asuka was moaning quietly to herself as she slurped happily at her favorite "lollipop", a now familiar sense of satisfaction engulfing her as she felt the cock quickly hardening in her mouth. With a glance upwards, she noticed grinning that its and her owner was stirring from his sleep. She didn't have to wait much longer to feel his hands coming up to the sides of her head in a gentle hold. It didn't take long until her wake-up call was rewarded with a big load of his cum that she eagerly swallowed.

"Good morning, Master," she greeted him in between of licking his shaft clean.

He seemed surprised at hearing her speak at first, but then smiled. "Good morning, Asuka. Is that month finally over now?"

Asuka licked her lips as she sat up on her knees, giving him room to get up himself. "Yes, Master. I now have a few more liberties, like my decision to... wake you up this morning or to talk. Unless you don't want me to have this freedom." She lowered her eyes. "I'm now all yours."

There was no denial, she was really into this whole slave-thing by now. Just a few weeks ago, she would have laughed at someone telling her she would like being submissive - and that would have been the by far most friendly reaction. There was still a small voice of her old ego in the back of her mind, furiously ranting about the loss of pride and dignity and how ashamed Asuka should be for giving herself to Shinji so easily. But that voice was instantly silenced when he gently raised her head to his to capture her lips with a loving kiss. Really, why fighting so hard to feel nothing but hatred when she could find such bliss if all it took was to surrendered herself to him?

"I already told you that I like to hear your voice, didn't I?"

She smiled sheepishly, leaning into his hand that was still cupping her cheek to ensure she wouldn't break the eye-contact. "Yes, Master."

He kissed her once more, obviously pleased with her answer. "I have a present for you," he told her when he eventually broke off. "Give me your legs."

A bit confused, she obeyed and pulled her legs from under her. While she wasn't sure what he had planned, the last she would have expected him to do was to release the leather cuffs she had been wearing the entire month, even during showering or washing the dishes, despite the usual destructive behavior of the material after getting wet. She remembered how she had struggled to get them off when she was alone, but now she felt awfully afraid seeing them coming undone one by one. He wouldn't set her free, would he? Not now that she just learned to embrace slavery.

The last to come off was her collar, before he mentioned for her to wait a bit as he stood up, but her mind barely registered it. Her hand went up to her neck that suddenly felt much lighter and much too bare than she got used to.

She almost jumped when her Master returned with a small silver suitcase in his hands.

"Now that your training is over, I thought it is time to change your training cuffs with some I picked for you."

Asuka's anxiousness was instantly replaced with pure joy as he said that, the last fragments of doubt driven away when he opened the case. The five black restrains were of a visibly much more expensive type than the brown straps she wore until now. The buckles, rings and studs crafted into the leather were made of shiny silver as was the tag attached to the collar bearing her name.

Her arm trembled when he asked for it as he took the first cuff out of its bedding. The padding was soft around her wrist, but the pressure as he tightened it was just high enough to give a constant reminder of its presence. Her left wrist and both ankles quickly followed to be encased.

"Raise your hair for me," he told her, taking the collar.

Asuka closed her eyes, biting her lip to conceal her excitement as she complied. She felt the leather tightening around her throat shortly after, bringing back the familiar weight she had already missed, along with the new sensation of the metal name-tag against her collarbone, reaffirming her status and his claim on her.

Noticing he was finished, she opened her eyes again and found herself faced with a mirror he was holding up for her. A beautiful and visibly happy slave greeted her, wearing her new restrains along with a broad smile.

"So you like them?"

Startled, she pried her view of from her own display, mouth agape. Her sweet, stupid Master.

"Yes," she stated the obvious, flinging herself at him so suddenly that he barely managed to catch her. "Yes, Master, I like them a lot!"

"Well, that's good to hear..."

Another kiss ensured, quickly growing desperate from both sides.

"So, Master," Asuka eventually panted, "are we going to test them?"

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After several "test-runs", the day was already nearing its end and the "family" was just having dinner. Asuka still got her food served in her bowl, but at least she was allowed to use her hands now. And otherwise, she didn't really bother kneeling next to her Master with him affectionately running his hand through her hair now and then.

They just finished when the doorbell rang. Asuka was startled for a second as she couldn't remember anyone visiting since she had been there. Misato seemed equally surprised but for other reason, staring at the clock on the wall, then at her casual top and shorts.

"Shit, it's that late already? Asuka, could you get the door while I go changing?"

Despite her doubts, the slavegirl eagerly jumped up and hurried to the front door. She didn't even think about her modesty until her hand was already at the handle, but quickly brushed it aside again. Let everyone see the whole beauty her Master owned.

That prideful resolve only lasted to the moment the door opened. Her eyes widened at the sight of the man before her who seemed to be just as surprised seeing a nude girl. However, he recovered more quickly than her.

"Oh, hello?"

Even if she would have heard him over her thoughts, she wouldn't have found the words to answer. 'It... it can't be. He is... I thought he was...'

The pony-tailed man scratched his stubbly chin. "So I guess you were the reason I wasn't allowed to come over the last weeks, Miss..."

Finally, Asuka realized he was talking to her, waiting for a response. "Uh... I... I'm Asuka, Master Shinji's slave."

It took her a second to realize what she just blurted out so naturally and her conscience let her reach up to the tag on her new collar. It was right. She may have had a huge crush on this man, but that was in the past. Shinji was her Master now and she loved being his slave.

"Shinji's, eh? For a moment I feared Katsuragi needed another toy."

"Oh, I'm too sorry if didn't play enough with you recently," Misato's voice came from the hallway. The purple-haired woman had quickly changed into a form-hugging cocktail dress.

"Well, I can't complain... yet," Kaji shot back eliciting a chuckle from both of them.

"Okay, we're off then," Misato told Asuka and Shinji who had followed her. "Don't expect us back anytime today."

It was a typical joke for Misato, but then she did something much less usual. She went over to Asuka and lay her hands on the slave's shoulders. "Promise me you'll take good care of him." She whispered, almost as if this conversation was meant for Asuka and Asuka alone. The redhead nodded, her confusion only rising when the woman kissed her forehead. "I'll miss you."

It was certainly strange that she would make such fuss before leaving for a date, but Asuka didn't get much time to wonder about it. As soon as the adults said their goodbyes and left, she felt her right wrist being gripped tightly and found herself pulled around to face her Master.

He had an unusual hard look in his eyes, but he didn't give her a chance for a second glance, kissing her roughly while shoving her backwards to his room. A grunt escaped her as her back was unceremoniously pressed against the wall for an uncomfortable moment before he threw her around again, pushing her to the bed.

She squealed startled into his mouth as he shoved her over the edge of the bed, letting them fall on squeaking mattress. He didn't move to tie her hands, but he held her arms in a vice-like grip to the sides of her head, thrusting the entire length of his cock into her without warning, instantly starting to fuck her with long, hard strokes.

Asuka couldn't help but feel a little scared at his sudden, uncharacteristic aggressive behavior. But the majority of her burned with excitement. Never before he had been so passionate, so... possessive.

Groaning with each of his thrusts, she quickly grew short of breath, but he fortunately released her lips just in time.

"I saw how you looked at him," he hissed into her ear. "I know it's stupid to feel jealous because of that... but I'm... egoistical... weak... and a coward," with each word, he slammed into her so hard that it put at least the last two points ad absurdum. "You're mine, Asuka. Mine! And I don't want to share you with anybody!"

"Oh. Oh. Y-yes, Ma-Master!" she yelped between thrusts. She really wished he would tie her up now. Her limbs were uncontrollably spasming against his grip in the overload of ecstasy coming from her ravished pussy. "I-I'm a-all... ah.. all yours!"

"I love you, Asuka."

"I love you too, Master." And she did. She didn't realize until she said it, but she really did. He gave her pleasure she couldn't even imagine before. He took care of her, would even hold her. And most importantly, he loved her. And as his slave, she was given no choice but to accept that love.

She was a little amazed that that was all it really took for her to return it. She loved his compassion. She loved that satisfied smile of his just after he came, even more proud when he had succeeded to bring her to orgasm as well. And yes, she loved the sex with him in any type and form.

Shinji miraculously doubled his efforts and Asuka closed her eyes to embrace her upcoming climax. She arched her back to meet his cock, taking it as deep as possible. Just a few more strokes and she would... she would...

"Master?"

Something was wrong. He had stopped suddenly. He hadn't pulled out though, quite the contrary, he was buried to the hilt inside her. But it wasn't the drawn-out thrust of his own orgasm, as he didn't groan out nor did his body convulse in wake of his release - nor did he release anything. He wasn't moving at all, his cock a stiff broomstick in her cunt.

Blinking in confusion, she saw him staring down at her, not even twitching. A drop of sweat on its way from his face down to her chest hung suspended in the air. And next to the bed stood a familiar blue-haired girl, aside from Asuka herself apparently the only thing not frozen in time.

"Oh no..." Asuka groaned, already not liking what was about to come.

"I am afraid, yes, Sohryu. It is time," Rei said, unfazed by the situation before her.

"Nonono..." Asuka shook her head, not wanting to listen. She was much too horny for this right now. Horny enough to attempt humping her stiff lover's cock inside her despite Rei's presence, but didn't get nearly enough friction to get off, pinned down as she was.

Then the world around her dissolved into the white nothingness. Including her Master.

"NOOO!"

Tears of anger, frustration and utter sadness formed in her eyes. In a single second she went from pure fulfillment to hollow emptiness. Just when she finally found a place to be happy...

She rose, turning to the bitch who took it all away from her. "YOU FUCKING LITTLE..."

"I am sorry. But you have to leave now. I already had to concentrate my power to hold back the demise of my physical form for three more seconds to show you that other world."

"That whole month were mere three seconds? And you couldn't have left me there for just a few more minutes?"

"And then? Yet a few more minutes? Hours? Days? Years?" She shook her head. "No. You have come to terms with your innermost feelings, especially your feelings for him. That was the purpose of that world. If you were to stay there even longer, it would have been even harder for you to ever return to your reality."

"What if I don't want to return to that hellhole that never brought me anything good? Just let me here! I want to get back to my Master!"

"I can not do that. Humanity is depending on you."

"FUCK HUMANITY!"

There was silence for a moment after that outburst, but while Rei took it as passively as ever, Asuka's shell of anger cracked and a single tear rolled down her cheek as she continued hoarsely. "I... I don't want to go back to world full of hate to a Shinji who is still his pathetic, cowardice self and has no idea of my desires."

Surprisingly, Rei closed her eyes at that and her shoulders dropped with a sigh. She walked over to Asuka and placed her hands on the redhead's shoulders.

"Yes, it is true and his state of mind is probably even worse after all he witnessed in the last hours and days. But that does not mean he can not change like the Shinji did in the world you just came from." She cupped Asuka's cheek, just as he had so often, making her look straight into her calming red eyes. "He might not have the memories of the one you now so endearingly call your Master, but remember, he is the same person at heart. The love you got aware of, it belongs to Shinji Ikari in either world."

"But..."

"No. There is no more time. Remember that he does not know of his responsibility yet. He will be scared just as you were and still are. But I trust you to persuade him to fulfill his task. And now go."

A startled moan was all that escaped Asuka in reply as Rei suddenly pressed her lips onto the redhead's own, and instinctively, she opened her mouth, granting the goddess entrance. As Rei's delicate tongue touched hers, a blinding white spread from the point where they met; filling, consuming her entire being and she embraced that orgasmic bliss until it was all she could feel.

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Shinji cried. It had been hours since he had woken up on the beach of this blood-red sea. Hours since he had found her lifeless body next to him, still clad in her plugsuit she had worn when she fought - and lost - against those monsters. Hours since she had given a single sign of life.

By now he was losing all hope. Hope that someone would follow them, hope that they (he) wouldn't be left alone in this desolate world. Hope that she would wake up again.

She was still alive, at least for now, he could see the slow up and down of her chest, signaling that she was still breathing after all. But she wasn't just asleep either. He had tried to wake her, to call her, but no avail.

"Come on Asuka..." he begged for the thousandth time. "You need to wake up!"

It fell on deaf ears.

"Please, Asuka! I need... we need... we cannot live without... you know! So, please!"

No reaction.

He couldn't take it anymore. This was easily the worst day of his life and hours of pent up frustration were taking its toll.

"Fine! I... I'll just go then and leave you here!" he declared and turned to go. But just after a few steps, he looked hopefully over his shoulder, despite what his logic was telling him.

Of course she hadn't moved. Even if she would have heard him, leaving her alone was hardly a threat. She'd rather die than be with him anyway. It was him who needed her desperately.

Sighing at himself, cursing at his own stupidity, he hurried back at her side, kneeling down. "Okay then... I'll... I'll touch you if you don't wake up!" he tried the opposite. To demonstrate his seriousness, he reached out, his hand trembling more and more the closer it got to her body until he was so close that he could feel her warmth radiating through the thin plugsuit. But then he realized that his hand was hovering over her breast, instinctively bending to...

Stifling a shriek, he yanked it back as though he got burned. He instantly cursed himself for his cowardice.

"I'll... uhm... kiss you," he came up with another idea, though much less confident by now. He bend over her beautiful face, breathing raggedly as he closed in to her wet, slightly parted lips...

"Mama."

She didn't really say that of course, but the memory of the night before their combined attack against the 8th Angel was enough to let him jerk away from her.

But he HAD to do something! He just had to jump into the fire, do the worst thing he could do and most importantly: Be strong willed enough to go through with it. If he managed that, he could do everything else as well.

Yet he could hardly believe the words actually came out of his mouth, eerily firm: "If you don't wake up, I'm going to rape you."

It would be possible without much trouble. He hadn't dared to take a closer look, shame keeping his perverted, teenage curiosity in check, but he had noticed that her plugsuit had been torn "down there" when he had helped her to the shore. Even now that he straddled her legs, trying not to come in contact with her body, he couldn't look at it. He could hardly bear to look at her at all, feeling sick as his quivering hand unzipped the fly of his trousers.

"Please Asuka," he sobbed, fresh tears forming in his eyes. "You've got to wake up now. I... I swear, I'm going to do this."

He was utterly disgusted with himself, the monster he was going to become. But most of all he hated that a part of him didn't want her to wake up right now as he plead her to, a part that just wanted to do this. His erection was an undeniable evidence for that. He couldn't deny that he had dreamed very often to connect with her this way, but he had always wished it to be mutual, out of love, no matter how foolish and unrealistic such fantasy was.

But no matter how much he hated the thought of having to do it this way, no matter how much she would hate him for doing this to her, for her sake, he couldn't back down now. If she wanted to painfully kill him afterwards, he wouldn't care, even happily accept it as the just and fair punishment he deserved for such cruel act on her - as long as her eyes would finally shine with life again.

He leaned over her, steading himself on his arms close above her. His head rested next to hers, but he only stared at the sand. "Come on Asuka, you've got to stop me! I'm going to rape you any second! Please..."

If only she would. At least it would silence the two voices in his head, the one that longed for her to wake up and the one that longed for her. If only she would take this decision from him.

He didn't have the nerve to guide himself to the hole in the suit he had seen before, so he gasped in shock as he felt his member rubbing against the slippery plugsuit around her thigh. The warmth of her body beneath drove him crazy as he slowly moved up her leg to her crotch, following the slender thigh encased in bright crimson, the burning sensation of the rubber-like material against his cock becoming all the more agonizing and tantalizing. From there, it was just a bit downwards... and he froze. Gone was the plastic feel, the emitted heat seemed to multiply by a thousandfold as the tip of his penis suddenly rested against the wet, fleshy folds of her sex.

"Oh God!" he groaned, clenching his teary eyes shut. "Asuka... please... I'm about... I'm... I'm raping you! Please!"

But there was nothing. No matter how much he cried, how much he plead or how long he waited there in this - in its way - agonizing position, she showed no sign of awareness.

He sobbed while that sickening part of him cheered in joy as he prepared to push in.

"Baka..." His eyes snapped open as he heard her weak voice, her arms sneaking around him. Forcing himself to look at her he found himself faced with a tired smile. "You could never rape me."

The spell was broken, replaced by utter confusion and resulting fear. In panic, he jumped off and scrambled away from her. He had expected to be hit, kicked, or at least an attempt to shove him off, not one to push him down. So he did the only thing he could think off in this situation.

"I-I-I... I'm sorry! I'm really, REALLY sorry! I didn't... I mean... I didn't mean to..." Following her stare to his crotch, he noticed that his penis stood still proudly, and he quickly threw his hands down in protection. "Really..."

Asuka just sighed, letting her head slump back on the sand. "I should have known..." she groaned.

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A few (for Shinji) awkward hours later, Asuka's mood was noticeable better. Her eyes sparkled as soon as they had entered the building and her grin widened as they went through the rooms.

"This - is - perfect!"

Their old apartment still stood, but gave a very instable impression, so they had went to find a new home. And as far as she was concerned they had to search no longer.

"I dunno," Shinji mumbled however, not nearly as certain.

"Nonsense! We have food, drinks, even energy." Asuka turned around, sporting an eerie cat-like smile. "And not to mention lots of other equipment."

That other "equipment", that made Asuka's smile go extra wide was actually just what caused Shinji's unease. He had been blushing since he had seen the building with its tainted windows, far in the outskirts, away from the presentable parts of Tokyo-3, that she had headed for so eagerly. And it grew only worse. "Asuka... this... this is a... a love hotel..."

"As I said: Perfect!"

Shinji cringed as she turned around to him at that and involuntary stepped away. He hadn't been quite himself earlier, fear of loss clouding his mind, but now he felt the entire weight of guilt on his shoulders. But that was by far not his only reason to feel uncomfortable around Asuka. The biggest problem for his conscience to come at ease was that she didn't seem to mind at all that he had almost raped her, quite the contrary. Since her awakening at the beach, she ever so often made Asuka-untypical advances on him that made her earlier teasing all those months ago look subtle. Well, scratch the "ever so often", more like "all the time".

He surely was no holy man and neither, despite what some people might have thought, an eunuch. But as alluring as the offer was, her behavior filled him with dread. It was just too good to be true, as if it was some twisted retaliation for his failure in the hospital, be it by her or by destiny.

But even if that was the case and he would eventually die a painful death at her hands once he failed to resist the bait, it was impossible for him to take the most logical step and find a safe spot far away from her. As pathetic it may be; for him to do something like that, he was much too dependent on her. He would follow her wherever she'd go and do whatever she'd want from him as long as that would mean that she would tolerate his presence.

So he nodded.

If she said a love hotel would be a perfect place to live, then it was a perfect place to live. Even if the additional influence of their new home's atmosphere would only speed up his upcoming death...

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Since most rooms didn't have much more furniture aside from a bed and because of the short way to the kitchen, the saloon on the first floor became the designated "dining room". The place where probably many people had met to see if they were compatible, to discuss the details or just wanted to get in mood for... what they came for... seemed much too large for just two people in Shinji's opinion, with a good 15-20 tables with four to five chairs each. On one end of the huge room was a bar, a full length mirror seemingly doubling the amount of liquors in the shelves. It also had the effect that people didn't necessarily have to turn around to watch the stage on the opposite side. The poles that stood there left little doubt what kind of shows had usually been on display.

"Want me to give you a performance?"

Shinji was slightly startled as he heard Asuka's voice behind him, not just because of the offer, but more because he hadn't seen the redhead for a few hours. She had taken a closer inspection of their new home on her own, leaving him to prepare a long overdue meal and granting him some breathing room.

That was instantly gone as soon as he turned around to her. His breath was certainly limited as he tried to speak. "You... you..."

"Yeah, took me a while to find something in my size, but it's good to be finally out of the plugsuit."

Shinji swallowed hard, desperate to wet his dry throat.

'That is in her size?'

The outfit was probably that of a hostess or waitress of the establishment, loosely based on a French maid's uniform. The neckline of the black dress was cut so low, her breasts were only covered up to her... no, actually, he could even see a hint of her pink aureoles over the hem. A black corset formed the midsection, accentuating her slim waist, and ended in a skirt so short that it made him prepare to wipe the blood from his nose as soon as she would bend over ever so little. After all, the way she acted, he doubted she was wearing panties, just as she obviously was lacking a bra. Garters were openly displayed from under that minimalistic cover of her waist, holding the satin stockings that encased her slender legs, ending in her stiletto heel-clad feet. A white apron was tied around her waist, but it seemed to be more of an accessory than anything else, covering less than two thirds of the already short skirt. Fingerless gloves made out of a black, semi-transparent fabric covered her lower arms.

Asuka grinned inwardly at his quite positive reaction. That alone was worth the trouble she had with the outfit and particularly wth the embedded corset. It had been quite tricky to put it on all by herself and she hadn't been able to tie it nearly as tight as it could be if she had done it with help of a second person, but it's not like her waist needed to get any narrower anyway. It was still tight enough to give her a very exciting feeling of having her whole body bound, her bust pushed up and she sensually ran her gloved hands over her slim curves.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked innocently, spinning around for him.

Shinji forced his gaping mouth to speak. "You... you look... nice..."

"Hmm... I dunno..." she mused casually, carelessly gathering her hair in both hands as she presented herself to the bar's mirror as well as to him in a few more poses. "My neck still seems so bare. Don't you think it would look much better with a collar around it?" she asked as a few strands of her coppery hair escaped her grip and cascaded down said bare neck, accentuating in a way that made it hard for him to look anywhere else.

"A... a collar?" He didn't quite understand.

She dropped her hair and turned to him with a mischievous leer.

"Yes, a collar," she repeated as she slowly approached him. His instincts yelled at him to run, but he felt like he was frozen to the spot. "A nice, sturdy sign made out of leather that marks me as yours like it marks a dog as its owner's property. A tool to leash me, to lead me, to hold me in place, to keep me in check."

"A-Asuka...?"

She was standing right in front of him now, deep into his personal space, the last words breathed into his ear as she leaned into him. The heat of her left hand burned his chest through the shirt, the satin skin of her cheek brushing against his, but his legs were still encased in those invisible iron boots, no matter how much he wanted to run as the hand started to move down.

"Hey, Shinji?" she purred. "What do you think feels better? The silk-web of the gloves", her digits wriggled their way under the hem of his trousers, "or my soft fingers?"

Feeling her fingertips so close to the bulge in his pants lifted the spell in a flash. More on reflex than anything else he yanked her hand away.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Asuka snapped, angry and frustrated, but also undeniable hurt at his sudden repulsion. "I'm just trying to make you feel good!"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" he countered. "You're not the Asuka I remember. The last I knew you couldn't stand me. In the end you outright hated me! And now... now this! You, saying things I'd never imagined to hear from anyone. Offering yourself to me to... to..." He shook his head. "I would be lying if I'd say I didn't want this at all. But it's just too good to be true. How should I know it's not just some cruel trick? Or what if you return to normal eventually? You would hate me even more for taking advantage of you. And... and I don't think I could live with that."

Asuka sighed to herself. She should have known that being so direct would just scare him. "Shinji, I'm as normal as I've ever been," she explained, slowly stepping over to him again. "During Third Impact I came in touch with my feelings, especially my feelings for you. That I love you. But also that I want to be yours in any way, please you in any way." She bend over to whisper to him. "That I want to be your slave."

"S-slave?" Shinji couldn't believe his ears. "You... you want me to abuse you?"

"I'm not saying you should treat me like shit. Unless of course, that's what you want. Give me pleasure as you see fit. Punish me if you think I deserve it. But do it on your own, as you want, without trying to figure out what I might like. Just use me for your pleasure. Be my powerful, confident Master." Asuka finished in an almost pleading tone, remembering the Shinji she once had and envisioning the Shinji he could be. He must be in there somewhere, if only he would come finally out.

But all that Shinji did was to shake his head. His eyes fell on the plates on the table, but despite not having eaten for almost a day, he didn't feel hungry after what he heard. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know if you really mean these things. I don't even know if it's really you. I certainly don't know what you expect from me. But I... I doubt I can be like that."

"Damn it, Shinji!" Asuka cursed after him as he left the room in a hurry. "Mark my words: I'll make me yours even if it's the last thing I do!"

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A wide smile spread on Shinji's face as he slowly returned to his senses. Sleep hadn't come easy the last nights, lying alone in the huge bed of one of the hotel's rooms, while his conscience kept fighting raging battles against his desires whether to just accept Asuka's constant attempts to seduce him.

The revealing outfit that one day had only been the beginning. He tried to avoid her most of the time, but that didn't work 24/7. If they would really remain the only two people returning, they would have to see that they would live on - and for that they had to work together. She never stated her needs as blunt as on that first evening anymore (probably because she didn't need to voice them again), but that didn't mean she had no other way of expressing her demands.

He had thought the maid/waitress costume had been on the borderline between being dressed and naked, but she had proved that it wasn't even close, less and less fabric covering her body each day. Just the day before, she had worn nothing but a lacy bra and thong panties as though it was the most natural thing in the world (she even made a comment how constricting it still felt), while he had to fight himself not to stare at her cleavage and her almost bare ass (and of course she found lot's of excuses to bend down).

The longer this went on, the more he felt like he would explode eventually from sexual frustration, but he didn't even dare to touch himself. If he just did so much as to brush his hand against his penis, he instantly felt reminded of that moment.

But that morning, he felt great. He hadn't woken enough yet to say why, but it probably had to do with the warm, wet sensation around his member. Hazily, through his sleep induced brain he recalled how sometimes the body would relieve itself when one did not take care to unload his own sperm-reserve from time to time - wet dreams - and the dream he had been having about a certain redheaded minx would have been a perfect candidate for that category. But the feeling against his cock wasn't quite the same as that of the sticky pants on those embarrassing mornings when he had quickly done the laundry before anyone was awake to tease or chide. He had to giggle lightly as something brushed against his erection, tickling. Something red filled his blurred vision as he slowly opened his eyes; Asuka's mane bobbing up and down over his crotch.

He was awake in an instant.

"A-Asuka!"

The very naked redhead looked up to him at his call, winking at him without slowing the speed of the blowjob. He couldn't see more than her back and her ass of her exposed skin, but Shinji's eyes were focused on her face anyway. He was about to loose consciousness yet again at the sight of his prick vanishing and reappearing again and again between those luscious glossy lips, feeling that tender tongue flickering eagerly against his flesh, while she casually brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, the other hand having a tight grip on the base of his cock.

He threw his head back, his fingers digging into the sheets as he forced himself not to fill her mouth with his sperm when she sucked extra hard and extra slow all the way from the base towards the tip. Maybe she was a little disappointed that he didn't blow, as she waited for a second, just her lips still touching the purple head. She didn't show any sign of it though.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, grinning at his groan. His hopes that it was over had instantly been crushed by the vibrations her voice caused as she spoke like that directly against him, her tongue teasing him during her pause. "No breakfast for me today?"

"Asuka..." he gasped, trying to ignore the hand that had now picked up the pumping motion that her mouth had previously done. "How... how did you...? I-I locked..."

"Baka, you forgot were we are," she told him giddily. "There are master keys for all rooms."

He tried his best to shake off the feeling of her kissing his cock. "W-why... why are you doing this to me...?"

"Don't you like this kind of wake-up call?" she pouted. "You can get that every day, you know? Any time you want actually. I'll swallow every drop. Or would you prefer to shoot it in my face? What do you think Shinji, would I look cute with all your cum on my face?"

That was too much for Shinji. At the latest when she started to rub the pre-cum leaking head around her lips, against her cheeks, all while her breath chilled the overheated shaft. He just couldn't hold on any longer, he... rolled from the bed, his slick cock slipping out of her grasp, and ran as quickly to the bathroom as he could with his shorts pulled down to his knees. He slammed the door shut, locked it and shoved a small cabinet in front of it (just to be sure) before he took the coldest shower in his life.

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Asuka groaned to herself, staring up to the ceiling as she lay naked on her bed. Several days without sex left her more and more frustrated and things weren't looking good that anything would change the situation soon.

Why couldn't he be the hentai she always had accused him to be - hell, why couldn't he be a perfectly normal MALE for once? That he could stay such a perfect gentleman even while she demonstrated him the results of her oral training! Sure, that was a trait that many girls would like and she had to admit herself that it was kind of sweet, but this wasn't just "boring" anymore, this was righteous annoying. How much more willing and slutty did she have to act to finally get him to do her? And it wasn't even that much of an act anymore. She hadn't known she would miss the feeling of him inside her so much after just a few days. That she would miss her Master so much after just a few days.

Her eyes wearily regarded the pictures on the wall. She naturally had chosen one of the play rooms for the kinkier clients and the decoration fitted the theme, not just with the intimidating bolts, chains and shackles to restrain the sub, the cabinet full of gags, harnesses and other "accessories" or the impressive selection of whips, but also several photos of women bound and dominated in various ways.

One was kneeling with her back to the camera, a long strap running down from her collar, a couple of attached leather cuffs holding her arms behind her at the wrists, below and above the elbows, harshly pulling her shoulders back while her head covered the crotch of the man before her, leaving little doubt of what her mouth was occupied with. A blindfolded slave was hunched over a padded bench, her body straining against the restrains that held her down, her visible face below the mask contorted by a scream that could have been from pain just as well as pleasure while a flogger hit her upraised ass. Yet a different picture showed another kneeling woman, collared and leashed, her wrists bound to her respective ankles while she licked her Master's feet.

Unconsciously, Asuka's tongue sneaked out between her teeth as she imagined herself in the woman's place, not even aware that she had started masturbating while she stared at the photos, her left hand stroking her wetting pussy, the other fondling her right tit, pinching her nipple lightly to make it come to life.

How she envied them. How she yearned to be one of them. She missed the feeling of being tied up, the feeling of helplessness, giving up control for anyone (him) to take it. Self-bondage was an option she had considered a few times, but it just wouldn't be the same if she needed and had a way to free herself again. Besides, masturbation would become much more problematic, at least without the use of vibrators. She didn't want anything inside her that wasn't put there by her Master.

Still, it was tempting, all too tempting to feel at least a certain, although not quite as definite form of restraint again. She had found a set of cuffs and collar that was very similar to the one her Master had gave her on her last day in that other world aside from the missing name-tag. But even though this resolution may seemed even more superficial than the one to maintain any kind of "virginity" (for this body), she forced herself to resist the temptation to put them on herself, waiting for Shinji to do it.

She stifled a moan at that thought, her fingers probing the opening of her cunt.

She couldn't stand it much longer. But what to do? She wasn't patient enough to give him the time to open up to her, to take their relationship slow. Her sex-drive was much too high for that and had been neglected much too long already. But direct approach just didn't work, no matter how much she offered herself to him. She could take her blowjob attempt one step further, forcing herself onto him with every necessary means. There was little doubt that once he felt the full pleasure of sex, he would want more of it on his own. But if she really did that, the risk was high that he would keep expecting her to take the dominant part and just stay in that meek submissive shell of his forever. And she would never get her confident Master back whom she yearned to serve in any way he - and herself - desired. No, forcing herself onto him wouldn't do any good.

She had to find a way to force him onto herself.

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"Shin~ji!"

He sighed to himself. Of course he had to stumble just as he passed Asuka's room on his way to the kitchen, notifying her of his presence. Even without that tone in her voice he already knew that this wouldn't mean anything good. Why hadn't he just taken the other hallway? It's not like it had been that much of a detour. But of course, he'd always take this route. As if a part of him was actually hoping...

"W-what is it Asuka?" he quickly called back, the majority of him dreading what was to come. But he stayed where he was. Whatever it was that she wanted, she would have to leave her room and come to him. He had gone into there once and had instantly left again. How in the world she decided to live in there with all those... things...

"Could you come here plea~se?"

Of course, what else...?

"I-I don't think..." he trailed off, reconsidering his words. He knew he really needed to start to stand up to her or she'd never stop teasing him - if you could still call it just "teasing". And he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer. "If you want something, then why don't you get out of your room and come to me instead?"

It hadn't come of nearly as forcefully as intended, but, judging by the moment of silence, it had been enough to surprise her. And himself. It might have been hard, but if he had known how good such release felt, he might have forced himself to go through with it earlier.

"Uh... Well, I'm afraid that's exactly what I need you for."

And there went his resolve...

"O-okay, I'm coming in..." he mumbled in defeat, grabbing the handle.

He really didn't want to open his eyes as he entered, but he knew that he had to, despite getting creeps from all the leather and metal and naked Asuka bound to the bed....

Groaning, he instantly turned to leave. He should have known. He had known. He was already halfway out of the door as she called him back.

"Hey, Sh-Shinji, wait a moment," she plead, chains rattling as she instinctively moved to stop him despite better knowledge, the heavy iron biting into her wrists. There was an undeniable fear within her as she saw him trying to leave. If he did, it would be certainly worse than just a failed plan. After all, this was all or nothing.

Shinji, however, just had enough to care. "No Asuka," he said, only his back visible to her. "I... I can't take this anymore. I still don't understand what you're really trying to gain with all this, but if this is not going to stop..." He swallowed hard. "It would be less painful if we'd just go separate ways instead."

Asuka went limp on the bed as she heard that. There was nothing worse than a presumably good idea in which you had put all your hopes into going horribly wrong before you, and you being able to nothing but to see it going down the drain. "Well, if that's what you think," she merely whispered, averting her eyes, "then just go...".

So that was it. His hand cramped down on the door handle as he braced himself to make the first step into a solitary life. He didn't want to leave her. He didn't want to be alone. But he knew he was right. Like this, it already was like being alone but worse. Like having something you always wanted right in front of you, but you are glued to the ground, unable to reach it.

"...and let me die here..."

He shouldn't have listened. He should especially not think about it and answer. Every second he hesitated would make it harder to leave. But of course he did listen and think about it and even answered. "What... what are you talking about? You can take care of yourself well enough..."

"Yeah, but if you haven't noticed I won't be able to go anywhere anymore without your help."

That, along with the now purposely repeated sound of the chains let him tentatively turn around, though straining not to look at anything below her neck and above her knees. Her wrists and ankles were encased in thick metal shackles, closed and secured to the respective bedposts with short length chains and sturdy padlocks. She wouldn't be able to reach anything outside a radius of about four inches from her hands and there was nothing in that range that looked like a set of keys.

"You tied yourself and can't get free anymore?" he figured.

"Looks like it," she shrugged as much as she could, not a trace of the previous fear in her voice anymore. Now that he realized her predicament, he had lost any chance of escape.

Shinji sighed. "Okay then... Wh-where are the keys?"

A victorious smirk spread over her face. "I won't tell you."

"And you..." He forgot what he had wanted to say when his mind registered what she had said. "W-what?"

She groaned. "You think I forgot them or something?"

"But... but... why?"

She gave the confused boy a wicked smile that already told him more than he wanted to know. "Isn't that obvious? I'm blackmailing you. Or say I'm on hunger-strike, call it whatever you want. Either way I'll stay on this bed until you fuck me and accept me as your slave. Apparently, I'm in need of some drastic measures to get it into your thick skull that I'm serious here. Oh, and don't even bother searching for the keys. I made sure they're safe," she finished as she saw Shinji's eyes quickly scanning the room.

"That... that..." He couldn't believe his ears. His head was spinning and he wanted to sit down, but didn't realized that there was no chair behind him until he landed unceremoniously with his ass on the hard floor, a look of complete helplessness that he would have expected on Asuka's face in her position grazing his own. It took him a while until his breathing calmed down and his mind coped enough with the situation to search for a way out of this trap of hers.

"I take it you won't let me feed you?"

"Nope."

He shook his head at her chirpy voice. Blackmail, that described it really well. She knew exactly he wouldn't let her die just like that, so she just took herself hostage. A part of him called him an idiot for still hesitating. Here was a beautiful girl, offering herself, even threatening to kill herself if he wouldn't have sex with her and he still couldn't bring himself to do it. It just was against any logic that such good thing would be so easily gained.

He suddenly stood up and moved to the door again. "You... you won't be able to go through with it anyway. In a few hours, tomorrow at the latest, you'll probably do anything for something to eat."

"Are you questioning the strength of my will?"

"Well, we'll see about that when you smell my breakfast tomorrow morning."

Asuka smirked to herself. It was a good sign that he started to fight instead of running from the responsibility. Now if only he wouldn't fight against her. "But I would do anything now already - aside from telling you were the keys are of course."

Frustrated, Shinji backed away from the door yet again, realizing that his threat wasn't going to work. She was right, it was pointless to think she would change her mind if he'd just wait long enough. She might yearn for food and something to drink in just a little while, but she'd never admit it. If there was anyone he knew who would willingly starve to death because of stubbornness, it was Asuka.

"Okay then," he took a breath, thinking of other alternatives, "then... I'll get you free somehow without the keys."

"Heh. Good luck. There's a reason I picked the heaviest chains and shackles and the sturdiest locks." She rattled them again to make her point clear. "Especially the second arm would have been much easier to tie with simple handcuffs, where you can easily snap the end opposite to the one earlier attached to your wrist singlehanded to the frame. But it was worth the hassle since you most likely won't be able to get more than a scratch into these, even if you had the right tools."

She wasn't sure whether to pity or laugh at him as she saw his shoulders drop in resignation. But since she felt a different kind of frustration slowly rising in her the longer this took, she decided to use his current state of defeat to nudge him on in the right direction. "Shinji," she called the boy who still had his eyes averted from most of her, "look at me. That won't hurt, would it? If you don't think you're able to look at my pussy without passing out, just start at my breasts."

Her demand had a certainly different effect as she might had hoped. Gone was the bit of adaption to the unusual situation he had achieved, his pulse instantly back to unhealthy heights. "N-no..." he muttered with shaky voice.

Asuka however misunderstood his behavior for his usual coyness. "Oh come on," she purred. "I just want to show you how stiff my nipples are. They're waiting for you to lick them... or to pinch them..."

"STOP IT, ASUKA!" he yelled, catching her off guard. "You... you don't understand... I-I can't..."

"Damnit, what the hell is your problem?" Asuka cursed. He just had to ruin her mood by reverting to his cowardice state again, didn't he? "On the beach you're almost saving me from the work and then you're all scared and wimpy again! If you need me all helpless and unable to stop you, well," she tugged demonstratively at her bonds, "here's your chance."

He shook his head frantically, not wanting to hear. "Don't..."

"Or do you need me unconsciousness? So I would never know it and we could live on pretending it never hap..."

"DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS!" His outburst silenced her long enough for him to calm down a bit. But it was too late to get the images out of his mind again. It hadn't sounded like she had done it on purpose, but for his tainted conscience her words were soaked with accusal. He couldn't hide it anymore. Maybe... maybe if he confessed, this whole nightmare just would end. "Last time you were helpless, I... I did something horrible to you."

"Horrible?" Asuka asked and he answered with a nod. "So, what was it that was so bad you wouldn't want to fuck me?"

Shinji shuddered how lightly she took what he considered one of his biggest crimes. Maybe not nearly as huge as others would judge literally wishing the whole world to death, but to him, it was right next to it. "While you were comatose in the hospital, I accidentally pulled your gown open and... and exposed you-your breasts and I... I... masturbated..."

"That's all?" she mewled, almost disappointed.

"You have to understand, I was..." He blinked. "Wh-what?"

"Really, you made so much fuss because you jerked off to my comatose body? Seriously, I expected something much worse."

"But... but I defiled you!" he repeated unbelieving. "I practically raped you in my mind!"

"So what? Did it seem like I had a problem when you tried to 'rape' me for real? Defile me? Don't make me laugh! I'm telling you to make me your slave! Being defiled is part of the job!"

Shinji was at loss of words. He had expected her to be pissed off like never before. That she would strip off the cuffs easily, jump at him and beat him to death while revealing that she had known all along and all the advances the last few days had been nothing but a trick to get him to admit his sick act.

Though in hindsight, her attempts to seduce him had already gone far beyond what had happened in that hospital room. But it still didn't make any sense.

"Hey Shinji," she called him out of his thoughts, a wicked grin on her lips. "Did you like it?"

"N-no! I-I..."

"Oh, I didn't mean the obvious angst-ridden guilt-trip afterwards. I meant watching my wonderful body while you stroke your throbbing cock." Her voice grew more husky, more... hungry as she spoke. Asuka felt a familiar tingle in her pussy just from imagine the scene. "You surely came, didn't you?"

"A-Asuka...?"

"Just answer me, Shinji!" she half-demanded, half-moaned, as she grew more restless, the clinking of the chains and shackles banging and grinding against the iron headboard signaling that she was moving back and forth.

"Ye-yes... I did," he mumbled ashamed.

"So it was good, huh? Do you want to do it again? You could shoot your cum on my tits and then... hmmm... rub it into them. Or do you want me... uuhn... to open my mouth when you're ready so you can... oh... spray it all in?" She looked at him with pleading eyes, seductively biting her lower lip to prevent the escape of another moan, but her hips kept gyrating as much as her bounds allowed as her pussy was fueled by those self-induced fantasies that continued even more explicit in her mind. "Don't worry if you miss. My tongue's pretty flexible, I'll lick every drop off that lands on my face instead. And what I don't reach, I'll suck off your fingers."

"I... I can't..." a very red-faced Shinji muttered trembling, causing a groan from Asuka..It wasn't that it didn't seem tempting. In fact, his crotch pretty uncomfortable in his trousers. But... despite her constant reaffirmation that she was serious, he still couldn't shake the feeling that it was wrong, that he would regret it later. This just went against everything he learned was "right".

"Shit!" she cursed desperately, straining uselessly against her unyielding restrains to the point that the muscles of her arms and legs were displayed as she yearned for something to grind herself against. "Don't make me horny if you don't intent to do anything about it!"

She could have slapped herself for saying that. Once she succeeded, he would so gonna do just that as very cruel form of punishment. And that exciting idea made her pussy twitch even more. "You... you could at least touch me!"

"I..." He was about to mumble another apology when he realized a way out: She wanted something from him. With that in mind, he could turn the tables. "I will once you tell me were the key is!"

Asuka rolled her eyes, panting. That little asshole was smarter than she would have liked to admit. That was an offer that was actually tempting as she jerked her wrists against the unyielding shackles. Once she was free, even if it was just one hand, she could get herself off even if he would trick her by fulfilling his part of the deal by touching her, but not were she needed it, like her shoulder or something.

"No... no way..." she hissed through clenched teeth. She couldn't lose this battle so close to winning, she had to remain strong no matter how much she needed to scratch that itch. This was her only chance to make him take her and show him how enjoyable that would be for both of them. "Either you make me come like this, or I will spend the rest of my short life horny as hell."

"I..."

"GOD DAMNIT, SHINJI! MAKE ME YOUR SLAVE ALREADY!" she cut him off before he even begun, thrashing in her bonds, the expectation of another weak excuse enough to let the frustration boil beyond her limits.

Shinji failed to calm his pounding heart as the sound of the chains yet again reminded him and herself of her helpless state with her futile fighting. He couldn't, he mustn't take advantage of her! "If you want to be my slave then..." he tried to wet his dry throat, "then I order you to tell me where the keys are!"

"Well," Asuka panted, her outburst taking it's toll, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her skin, her red bangs matted against her face. "I guess in this case, you'll have to punish me really hard for disobeying you!"

Both huffed and fell silent after that short, heated argument.

It was Asuka who first tried again eventually. "You know what? I'll give you a hint to where the keys are..."

That certainly got his attention, though he could already guess that there were some strings attached. And he wasn't to be disappointed.

"...if you kiss me." Sensing his withdrawal, she quickly continued. "It doesn't need to be very much, just a short little peck. But it has to be on the mouth. "

"I... I don't know..."

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about a quick, innocent kiss, is there?" She smiled sympathetically. "It's not like I can clamp your nose like this."

He couldn't suppress a timid smile at her joke. A kiss? That certainly seemed much more harmless. Something more... normal. And something he would like to do very much. But... he would still have to get very close to her body to do so. Her naked body. And especially certain naked parts of her body.

"Please..."

Her hushed plea was all it needed to bring his last bit of resolve down. He went over to the head of the bed and slowly bend down to her face, closing his eyes. Asuka found it to be too slow and captured his quivering lips with her own as soon as he was in range.

Startled, Shinji's first instinct was to draw back, but he quickly got into it as he started to enjoy the feeling of her mouth nibbling at his upper lip, her tongue darting out to tease him and while this was much different from their first kiss, even aside from the ability to breathe freely, he instinctively tried to copy her actions. He soon was so lost in the sweet taste of her lips that he might have forgotten to break it at all if it hadn't been for her surprised moan. It wasn't until then that he noticed that his fingers had reached out for the warmth of her body, brushing against her right...

He instantly backed off, breathing hard.

"Well..." an equally panting, but broadly smiling Asuka began, "that wasn't too bad, was it?"

Shinji only managed to nod. Twice, it proved too much for his willpower to resist glancing at the spot he just touched.

"Now imagine that a thousand... a billion times better."

A billion? That seemed pretty much impossible, obviously very exaggerated... was it?

He shook his head in attempt to free himself of these thoughts. "You wanted to give me a hint to where the keys are," he reminded her.

Asuka seemed a bit disappointed as he said that, apparently unwilling to continue on his own after all. But it took only a second before she smirked mischievously. "It's actually just one key for all the locks. And it's close to me," she glanced tell-telling down to her crotch, "VERY close..."

He paled. "You didn't!"

"Find it out," she dared.

"That's a trick!"

"You'll never know if you don't try."

Shinji cursed his life. Why did he always have to make such decisions? First deciding mankind's fate, now this... He was fairly sure that she was just luring him to touch her there. She couldn't seriously put a key in that. But what if she had? She was probably right when she said he wouldn't get her free otherwise. Would she really kill herself just because he was too frightened of sexual contact? No, he couldn't let that happen. But he had to take it slow. So just looking first.

Swallowing his shame and fear, he let his pupils wander to her breasts, forcing himself fixate them. Okay. So far, so good. They were completely normal. Every woman had some. He had seen hers before. They were nice and round, tipped with currently visibly stiff nipples, and they looked very soft and firm and like they'd fit right into his...

Okay, enough with her breasts.

His gaze reluctantly went downwards, over her taut stomach, heaving in anticipation, pass her navel (a cute little inny), to the fine patch of pubic hair... He glanced up to her at the somewhat unusual sight, but she just smiled at his silent question. His eyes went down again, and there it was. For the first time in his life, he took a close look at a woman's sex. The pink lips of her labia were already slightly apart by her spread-eagle position.

Noticing his intense stare, Asuka bit her lips in rapt anticipation, her hands tightening around the thick chains that held her as she felt the heat in her crotch rising again.

Gulping, he hesitatingly reached out for the "forbidden" treasure, though immediately jerked back, startled by her instant gasp. He took a few breaths to calm his rabbiting heart as much as possible (which was virtually nothing) before he tried again.

Another sound, a soft moan escaped her as he touched her slit, not baking away this time, but doing nothing more than holding his fingers against it either. He almost whimpered as he applied a bit pressure on his index and middle finger, ever so slowly pushing them into her, Asuka's back instantly arching in her attempt to meet the invading digits.

It was certainly wet, but he had no experience to judge if it really showed her arousal or if that was just a normal amount - or if there even was something like a "normal amount". And it was tight. Something that already clamped onto his fingers like that... a penis was seriously supposed to fit in there?

Ohhh... Totally wrong kind of thought! As if it wasn't enough to see Asuka moaning and wriggling as much as she could.

Asuka...

Wailing in pleasure...

The more he pushed in...

He needed to finish this as quickly as possible. At least take a break. And another cold shover. There should be some ice somewhere.

"I-I can't find it, Asuka..."

"Oh... a... a bit dee-deeper! Just a bit deeper!"

"But I'm already at..." He trailed off as he looked at her face, so contorted in ecstasy, her eyes sparkling with lust and gratefulness, her mouth open in a pleasure-filled smile, each moan a "thank you" in his ears. He knew then that he had lost. "You... really want this, don't you...?" he asked resigned.

Asuka's head dropped back in exhaustion as she half-laughed, half-sobbed at his absurdly late realization. "Yes. Yes, Shinji. I really, REALLY want this."

She felt his probing fingers retreating then, but before she could start to worry, he was over her, his blushing face displaying nervousness. Her own cheeks warmed under his intense gaze before he leaned in for another, coy kiss, quickly deepening more and more. The increasing strain of the iron against her wrists made her aware of the regret of not being able to pull him closer, to prevent him from getting away if he should make up his mind again.

But the heavenly sound of his fly being unzipped let her heart and pussy weep in joy.

"I... I don't have..." Shinji breathed hoarsely in her ear. "I mean... should I get a...?"

"Don't worry about that," Asuka whispered back, nuzzling her head against the crook of his neck, making him stop from reaching for one of the condoms filling a small bowl on the night stand. "Just put it in."

A whimper escaped both of them as his burning cock brushed against her skin, moving towards her slit, where it stayed for an agonizing moment.

"Asuka..."

"Put it in," she begged once more, close to tears in anticipation of the sweet, long awaited release. And he finally complied. Though he speared her vagina so painfully slow that it took over ten seconds for the head alone to spread her tight channel apart. "Don't... don't hesitate!"

She tried not to scream out as he drove his entire length into her as she knew it would startle him. As it did when she failed.

"It's okay," she tried to comfort his conscience instantly while savoring the fulfillment of finally, finally after all this time and the memories plaguing her every waking hours as well as dreams, finally having his wonderful cock fully inside her again. "You just deflowered me. Please... please go on."

He still had a concerned look on his face, but eventually, he nodded. Cupping her cheek with one hand while he steadied himself on the other, he kissed her anew and she gratefully accepted it as escape to block out the pain when he started to move his cock against the wound of her torn hymen.

He amazed her somewhat. Despite her plea not to hold back, she had suspected him to take it slow and sensual at first. Instead, from the very start, he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, hard and fast at that, and it only intensified. The force he used to thrust into her cunt made her wonder if he wanted to pick up where she and her Master had left off when they had been separated. She could just lie there and take it, writhing and moaning against him, but that was all that she had wished for. It felt so great, so mind-blowing, so...

Oh no...

"S-sorry..." he panted after the awkward moment of silence that followed him collapsing on top of her. "But after the past few days... you have no idea how close I felt to exploding."

Asuka wanted to be disappointed, feeling some of his cum along with her pussy's juice oozing pass his thick shaft out of her after that one, maybe two minutes of long-awaited action. But she couldn't help but laugh happily. "Don't worry. You did great."

"But you didn't..."

"No. But I'm the slave, remember?" she said reassuring. "So - while I certainly wouldn't mind to come as well - it is your pleasure that matters most. And for me to succeed giving you that gives me a lot in return."

He thanked her for that with one more kiss, keeping his softening dick inside her. The jiggling of the chains as she instinctively moved to embrace him in response brought his attention back to her bonds.

"So... did it satisfy you enough that you'll tell me now where the keys really are? I certainly didn't feel one."

Asuka returned his smile, chuckling merrily at his joke. "Yeah," she admitted. "These shackles are actually getting a little uncomfortable after a while. The keys are under the pillow."

She raised her head a bit and held it there to grant him better access. But he didn't move.

"Well?"

He just kept smiling at her. "Well what?"

"Didn't you want to... you know..." she clinked the manacles again, glancing up to him, "free me?"

"Well, I remember you saying something like I would need to make you come first." He started to undress properly, all the while keeping that teasing smirk. "So I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer."

With a groan, partly acted, partly from all too real frustration, she let head fall back on the pillow. Apparently she was much too good at educating him or else he wouldn't have learned so fast how to tease her like this.

If only she wasn't also much too good at keeping a set of keys out of reach from her fingers.

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Asuka cuddled a little closer to the warm body next to her as she stirred from her sleep. Shinji had eventually released her from the chaffing iron after a - for both - much more satisfying second round, but they were too exhausted afterwards to do anything but to kiss once more and wish themselves a good night.

"Good morning Asuka," he greeted her with a smile.

"Mor-" he startled her as he cut her off, but in a very pleasant way. "-ning," she finished with a grin when he broke the kiss.

He pulled her nude body closer against his own skin. "Asuka... last night, that..."

"Guessed you'd like it."

"Yeah, I think so..."

"Oh, you 'think' so?" She smirked mischievously just as her probing hand sure enough found his morning wood. "I 'think' you liked it enough to want another taste."

Shinji gasped as he felt her slender fingers grasp his engorged member, but he didn't fear for its safety as he might have done before. It was far from being a menacing grip after all, considering the delicate way her hand encircled the base and even less when the fingers slowly started to stroke the throbbing shaft.

That "second head" of his indeed did have something like a third round in mind, but her wording gave him a different idea. "Asuka... you know... that.. that morning... I mean... could... would you do that again?"

Asuka pouted slightly, somewhat annoyed that he was stuttering nervously again like that just when he had made such good progress. "Baka. You don't have to ask nicely if you want me to suck you off." She moved on top off him while keeping her hold, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Just order me to."

"O-order you?" he gasped as she trailed her kisses on him on her way down.

"Yes," kissing his collarbone, "order me," kissing his chest, "I'm yours," kissing his stomach, "to command," kissing his pubic area, "in any way you desire," kissing the tip of his cock.

"It's just that - ah - just following orders - nn - that rather sounds like Ayanami..."

She instantly stopped the tentative licks and nibbling at his foreskin and he feared for a second that he had said the worst thing he could have done. Comparing Asuka with Rei was usually equal to a death sentence after all.

"Well, some of her ideas weren't that bad," she surprised him shrugging before resuming her work. "Though I think I'll still have a bit more choice of what to do. Unless of course you order me not to do anything at all. Or if you keep me tied up all day."

She looked up to him, smiling as she said the last words before giving the shaft another long lick from his balls up towards the head. "Of course if I decide to disobey you, yo-m mph mmph mm m-mph m," she muffled herself by engulfing his rod, her voice vibrating against him.

"Wha-? Ohhh..."

"Mm mph mmph mm m-mph m mmmph mph!"

Moaning, Shinji threw his head back while his hands instinctively found their way into her red mane. The combination of her slurping lips, her breath as she talked and her ever-working tongue set him off much faster than by the first blowjob he received from her (not trying to hold back certainly did his part too) and it didn't take long until he spurted his load into her gaping mouth. She increased the suction on her way to release him, then moved up to his face. Carefully parting her mouth, she showed him its sticky white contents she had savored, closed her lips again to swallow audible before she smiled proudly, presenting him the now empty orifice anew.

"Asuka..." That obscene sight shut off his higher brain functions and he jumped at her, toppling them over. The bed sheets dropped to the floor as they wrestled around on the mattress, kissing roughly as they explored each other's bodies.

"What... what where you talking about, when you... when you..." he panted as they broke off eventually.

"When I sucked your cock!" Asuka pouted. "You really need to loosen up. It's silly if you do it, but can't even name it."

"Uhm..I guess you're right..." Shinji mumbled. "So what was it that you said, w-when you s-sucked my cock?"

"Oh, just that when I disobey you, you'll have to punish me."

"P-punish you?" he stuttered. "You said something like that before. You... you want me to hurt you?"

"Well, the form of the punishment is up to you," Asuka explained, "but yeah, inflicting some pain is a preferred method." She giggled seeing him paling. "Oh, don't worry. I already told you I don't want you to abuse me and beat me bloody. But... if I don't get punished properly when I show you disrespect in any way - even if I'm doing it just playfully at first - I fear it might become too natural again. And I don't want that."

"I... I think I understand. But... this all is still a bit strange for me."

"Heh, what do you think it was like for me at first?" She laughed at his puzzled look. "I'll tell you some other time. Now, I need my well-deserved punishment for disobeying you yesterday when I was supposed to tell you where I hid the keys."

"N-now?"

"Well... there's actually one thing I beg you to do first," she reminded herself, leaving the bed. Shinji watched her, feeling himself grow hard at the sight of her wiggling butt as she rummaged in one of the cabinets before she returned to the edge of bed with a silver case.

She didn't got back in though, she knelt down in front of him, her head down as she presented him the case with outstretched arms. Taking it from her, he found a set of leather straps inside.

"Please put them on me," Asuka plead, her heart starting to beat faster in anticipation while she remained in her submissive pose. She had to wait a few agonizing seconds until she felt the first cuff wrap around her wrist, a low click signalizing her that the small lock on it was closed. When it was repeated with the other side, he even surprised her by keep holding her hands above her lowered head to thread one of the padlocks from her bondage of the previous evening that still lay skewed around on the mattress through the D-rings, forcing them together.

She lowered her cuffed hands to between her knees, but still didn't look up. The mattress squeaked as he stood up and walked around her. Her ankles were cuffed next, though not together like her wrists. Last came the collar around her neck, trapping most of her hair with it, but that was quickly freed.

"Thank you," she whispered smiling, finally looking up to him, "Master."

His cheeks showed a light pink at that, but his smile quickly dropped to a nervous frown. "So... should I p-punish you now?"

She nodded. A moment later his hand on her back gently nudged her forward to lean on the bed.

"W-well then..."

She felt his other, trembling hand brushing lightly over her ass, leaving it and... returning, with just as feather-light touch.

"Master, if I may say so," she interrupted his attempts, "I think I deserve much more than a spanking."

"Huh?"

She turned her head around to him. "You see that hook at the ceiling?"

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"Is this tight enough?"

"Yeah, that... that's great."

Asuka grunted as he bound her right foot off, completing the bondage. Her cuffed hands were locked to a chain which in return was locked to the hook, though even with that extra attachment she was unable to stand flatly on her feet. That was partially because her legs were spread wide apart, the ankle cuffs tied off to loops anchored to the floor.

"So... w-what now?" Shinji asked, stepping back as he finished tying her.

Asuka nudged her head towards the open cabinet. "Get the paddle."

Shinji went over to the many whips and torture devices, still baffled and confused by the sheer mass of it. His eyes wandered through the rows several times before he finally picked an item.

"No, not the wooden one. The leather one is more flexible." Besides, she had tasted the wood often enough.

Shinji lay the ping-pong paddle-resembling item aside and picked the one next to it, longer but less wide, and walked back behind Asuka.

"Okay, then..." Taking aim, he breathed deeply, closed his eyes and flicked his wrist, the paddle landing against Asuka's ass.

The redhead however barely felt the blow. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

"S-sorry, I just... I'm afraid I could hurt you too badly," Shinji whined.

Asuka sighed at his insecure voice, her shoulders sagging in annoyance as little as it was possible in her bonds. "Look, I'm going to tell you when I'm at my limit. But it's certainly not anywhere near that!"

"O-okay..."

Swallowing hard, he prepared to hit again.

*thud* "Harder." *THUD* "Harder!" *smack* "Nn... Ha-harder..." *SMACK* "Ah... o-okay, t-thats hard enough."

Panting, Shinji was more than glad to hear that. It had been only a few blows, but he had already been wondering if she would actually tell him to stop. Seeing the glowing red of her butt, he figured that it either hurt less than it looked and sounded or her pain tolerance was far higher than he would have expected even from her.

"Remember that strength," Asuka told him. "Now... now the cane..."

"The cane!?" Shinji almost shrieked unbelieving.

"Yeah," she panted, "while we're at it we can define my limits for different tools, don't you agree... Master?"

Shinji groaned, but walked back to the cabinet. The way she breathed that word was nothing but foul play.

"That thing is going to sting more than the paddle," she warned as he returned with the long cane and walked around her, "so it doesn't need to be quite as hard."

He nodded to himself and brought the stick down on her already abused ass cheeks.

She leered at him, not even having flinched. "Though a little harder would be great..."

Shinji sighed. It took another two swipes until she cried out again.

"Aah! Okay, okay, that's enough for now. We can test the rest some other... Hey, what are you doing?"

Confused, he instantly stopped fiddling with the padlock that secured her hands above her. "But you just said it was enough?"

"With the training swipes. It's up to you to decide when my punishment is over."

He was about to declare that it was long over in that case. But he knew - for some weird reason - she really wanted him to hurt her like this. So he bent down to fetch the cane he had dropped.

"Wait!" Asuka stopped him. "I... May I get gagged first, Master?"

Shinji blinked at that. "Gagged?"

"Yeah. I can take single blows pretty good, but for more, I could need a gag."

He didn't quite understand, but he nodded and made another trip to the cabinet, this time regarding the inner side of the left door where, what he guessed were the gags, hung.

"The ball gag, Master, the one with the holes," she decided for him when it became apparent that he was lost in front of the choice.

He picked the one she had described, his mouth drying at the image of Asuka's pink lips roughly pried apart by it as he returned to her. As he approached, she already held her mouth wide open for him to fill it with the red ball. "And Shinji," she blurted the last second before it touched her lips, taking her last chance to speak before he silenced her for as long as he wanted, "remember the point of this is to take me beyond my limits."

He was slightly shocked at that implication, but nodded and softly pushed the gag between her teeth. Walking around her, he buckled it clumsily behind her head until her grunts confirmed that it was tight enough. He accidentally tied most of her hair along with it, aside from a few strands that fell in her face, but that didn't bother him at all. In fact, he found himself getting hard again at that sight of the nude captive, sweaty and breathing hard from their earlier activities and anticipation, her limbs stretched taut in the bounds, unable to even free herself from the ball gag keeping her quiet.

And on top of that, the knowledge that, unlike the day before, he had done all that to her. It was him who had put the cuffs on her, it was him who had raised and secured her arms above her head, it was him who had pulled her legs apart and tied them off. Sure, she had been anything but defiant, and yet...

He had subdued her.

Asuka Langley Sohryu, the proud, feisty and ever so beautiful girl, was now at his mercy, his in every way. He could do whatever he wanted with her and she couldn't even say "no" with her mouth filled like this. Other than her now very limited body language, she had only those bright blue eyes left to plead to him.

Her eyes...? That actually gave him an idea of his own.

Asuka grew a little nervous when he didn't pick up the paddle or cane from the floor. But following his gaze to the cabinet actually felt her with dread. She grunted and shook her head wildly when their eyes met again, but he just flashed her an unusual smirk. For the first time she actually fought her bonds, trying to squirm away when he approached her again.

With a padded blindfold in his hand.

It was silly to be afraid of such a comparably harmless object, even more regarding that she was about to get spanked and caned, but unlike everything else so far, it was nothing she experienced before in her Impact world under certain guidance.

But of course, she was tied way too tightly, so her struggles were of about as much use as her muffled protest. Turning her face away from him was not nearly enough to escape the blindfold being pulled over her head and soon enough, with a last groan silenced by the ball in her mouth, her world went black.

The unpreventable having happened, her struggles ceased in defeat. She couldn't tell where he was or what he was doing. There was nothing in that dark prison but her and the unyielding leather stretching her limbs, constricting her throat, digging into her cheeks as it kept the hard rubber ball securely in her mouth. Yes, her remaining senses were most definitely highlighting. But her smelling was blocked by the scent of stale sex and fresh arousal and the faintest sound she could hear were the metal parts of her bondage clinking against each other as she moved, everything else was drowned in her labored breathing and the rapid beating of her heart. This mix of anxiousness and anticipation was worse than anything he could throw at her.

In front of her, Shinji stood still, content with just admiring her helpless form as she writhed, threw her head around and mewled incoherent pleas or curses. She was so cute, so vulnerable and she was all his. His... slave. That designation was still somewhat awkward for him, but it seemed to fit better now than it had just a day before.

He couldn't tell how long he had waited, leaving her literally in the dark until he approached her again, but it must have been quite a few minutes. There was no sign of her noticing though, because she flinched in surprise when he touched her chin, wiping some of her drool away that trickled out of the corners of her gagged mouth. He knew she wanted him to whip her again, but wasn't he supposed to make the decisions? Weren't punishments meant to be something you don't want?

He'd much rather play a bit more with her exposed body. So he teased her with his tongue, licking over her ball-stretched lips in an obscure kind of kiss. She yelped, thrashing wildly when his fingers started to tickle her under her armpits, down to her ribs. But that too, he stopped soon after again.

His eyes went down and he smiled again at the heart-shaped patch of pubic hair and his hand brushed through that trimmed bush, causing her to moan even before he reached her drenched slit. She bucked against him as he fingered her while his other hand was busy fondling one of her breasts.

Yes, she was his slave, his eager little plaything. Maybe he should just keep her like this, tied up, gaged and blindfolded all the time, maybe even plug her ears. There were gags that would keep her mouth open, so he could feed her without having to free her mouth. He could have her like this forever, never caring about her wants and needs again, just doing as he...

He shook hos head out of the reverie. What was he thinking? He could never do that. He didn't want her to be nothing but a fuck-doll. After all... he loved her way too much for that.

A groan escaped her as he let go, kissing her once more on the cheek before he gathered the cane and the paddle.

Asuka's frustration reached a new height when he left her. Whether he had noticed or not, she had been on the edge of coming on his fingers just as he pulled them away. What had he planned now? She was already exhausted and sensitive all over. She wanted, needed to get fucked. She had already forgotten why she was tied up in that way in first place.

That was until the paddle crashed against her unprotected skin, followed by the cane, then both almost at the same time. The blows were certainly above the already very generous limit she had set and she screamed against the gag with each, her hands clenched around the chain holding them up. Either he remembered her plea to go beyond what she could take or he didn't bother holding back on his own, what could very well be judging by the speed he was going at.

Shinji simply knew that he couldn't keep this up for long. His hard cock was an obvious sign that the foreplay had not excited only her and her yelps didn't help calming him down either, so he had decided to get this over with as fast as possible. After a few minutes his desire took over his willpower and he dropped the whipping instruments and took hold of her waist. She winced as he brushed over her bruised skin while doing so, turning her head in his direction in surprise. But as she felt his dick against her dripping pussy, she just nodded eagerly. Not that he wouldn't have done it without such enthusiastic approval, but it made it even better to plunge into her.

Tightly holding on to her, he fucked Asuka roughly from behind like the lust-crazed animal he was, filling the room with the lovely sound of her muffled moans.

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That evening/morning definitely marked a new beginning for both of them. That didn't mean they went straight to a full-fledged Master/slave relationship though. While Shinji showed some promise with his first adventure into the role of a dominant, Asuka had the opinion he still had quite a lot to learn about the whole BDSM business, just like her first Master had. While she had never seen the texts which "Misato" had that "Shinji" read, the slavegirl had no problem finding adequate education material. So he spent many hours at a desk, red-eared reading various novels, magazines and other forms of erotica to gain a better picture on his job, his duties - and of course to get some ideas to play with her.

At first, Asuka often left him alone to study, trying to get her mind busy with more mundane tasks to ensure their lifestyle (and living on at all). But their relationship evolved rather quickly, and soon enough even those few hours a day separated were a few hours too much. So she'd silently visit him now and then at first, later staying the whole time below the desk, jerking him off (if her hands were free) or pleasuring him orally. In combination with the explicit stories and pictures, it rarely took long before she got her salty reward.

It still took Shinji a while to open up completely to his new role. He certainly didn't try to talk her out of it and even had been able to spin their ongoing activities to his liking, but it was mostly up to her to initiate them for a few weeks until before he started to set up own ideas without having to get into the mood first.

One surprise he had in store for Asuka was that he liked to dress her up. She had been trained naked and somehow naturally expected that she would stay that way for most of the time. She hadn't been long enough with her "first Master" outside of the training phase, so she had no idea if he would have preferred that as well. But maybe not.

After all, she had never teased that "Shinji" with skimpy clothing as she had the real one. A delayed reaction might have been a good explanation why the first outfit he wanted her in was the maid-like one she had worn the evening they had returned ("Silk feels better... Then again, fingers are great as well... Mixture is best!" - "Neck really looks better with collar. The handcuffs make a nice addition as well!"). With most of her clothes retrieved/re-"bought", sessions followed that included her yellow dress, her red & white bikini (that zipper is too much to take for any man), the girl's uniform of their school (as well as some alternatives from other schools and special classes), her "repaired" plugsuit (that hole wasn't closed, just fixated - and another one put in) and even a shorts/over-sized T-shirt combo - of course, all modified with at least a minimum amount of bondage gear.

That didn't mean she never got naked anymore. Just that one day for example, she wore nothing but a blindfold, gag, collar, cuffs and boots. Additional to the pair of leather cuffs on her wrists was another set at the height of her elbows, pulling her arms harshly behind her back. That position also made her presenting her breasts to her Master and Shinji made good use of that offer, licking and sucking her nipples to hardness.

Gags and blindfolds were not uncommon during their plays and she had long gotten used to the latter, but Asuka had learned that at least one of them was always present if he wanted to surprise her with something that might bring up her protest: Blindfold if he just didn't want her to know until it's too late, gag if he still wanted to see her reaction, both if he wanted absolutely nothing coming from her that could spoil his plans.

Just a week prior, the situation had been noticeably similar, she had been tied pretty much the same way, though it had been of the second scenario, nothing obscuring her sight. After he had brought her nipples to stand attention with his skillful tongue, he obviously had wanted to see the nervousness in her eyes when he approached her with the nipple clamps.

And she certainly hadn't disappointed. She had heard enough about these nasty toys not to look forward to have them anywhere near her sensitive nubs and she had earnestly (though futile) tried to back away. She had actually wailed in fear against the gag when she had felt the metal clasps slowly closing around her tender flesh, but it hadn't been as bad as she had expected at first. She had barely felt the pressure and the weight of the delicate chain running between the clamps was almost non-existent as well. That had changed drastically when he led her around by just that chain, automatically tightening the clamps in cruel addition to the strain of her pulled nipples.

He had made up for that abuse of her tits more than well afterwards and while she had little doubt she would feel the bite of the clamps again sooner or later, she hoped this time wouldn't be a repetition of that session. The added blindfold wasn't a good sign though.

Some of her fears were relieved when she heard the click of a leash being attached to the ring on her collar. At least that lessened the chances that she'd be lead by a sensitive body part this time. Soon enough, she felt a tug on her collar motioning her to move along. Unable to use her eyes, she had no choice but to trust him not to let her run against any obstacle as they went through the building for a while.

She still didn't quite get the reason for the other difference to a week ago: The boots. The heels weren't very high or pointy, so it was (fortunately!) easy to walk under these conditions, but that also meant they were most likely not chosen for aesthetics. The true reason was soon to be revealed though.

The sound of an opening door alone wouldn't have startled her, but combined with the sudden gush of cold air, it certainly did. She instinctively started to panic, but her protests were muffled behind the gag and the struggles of her bound body easily overpowered by the pull on the collar around her neck. Willing or not, she stumbled after him onto the open street.

The wind was blowing against her heated skin, especially cold against her moistened nipples and her drenching slit. Her mind was telling her how silly it was, that no one was around to see her naked and subdued like this and that she had quite enjoyed being in that state up to now. But blinded as she was, she felt a thousand eyes on her as Shinji led her wordless through the ruins. It was impossible to tell if he actually had a certain destination in mind or if he would just make her walk in circles, but that didn't matter to her anyway.

She came twice in just a matter of minutes when, after half an hour full of building humiliation and anticipation, he finally bent her over some big piece of debris and fucked her roughly from behind, easily slamming into her wet cunt, her sensitive nipples rubbed against the raw concrete as he pulled her down on him by the shoulders. The walk must have taken its toll on his self-discipline as well, as he didn't even try to hold back, just using her body for his pleasure.

She felt his hand intertwining with her red mane, yanking her head painfully back for several hard thrusts before he abruptly pulled out, turning her around with that grip on her hair. She instinctively tried to jerk away when his hot cum suddenly splattered against her forehead, some landing in her bangs. Trailing his spent cock against her long-dried nipples before he brought her back to her feet, she now had four wet spots on her body that were vulnerable to the cold wind. And at least one of them showed no sign of drying anytime soon.

Yes, he had become a great Master for her. And for that, she loved him more than ever.

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It was now, a year after they had begun their relationship as Master and slave, that they stood on the outlook platform just outside of Tokyo-3. Their mixed fluids trickled out of Asuka's overflowing pussy while her tongue worked almost absently to clean her Master's cock. He was busy undoing the gag, pulling it carefully off her head, taking his deflating rod along with it. Asuka flexed her aching jaws while Shinji knelt down to her to open the three padlocks of the chain that run parallel to her body, holding her neck, arms and legs together. Once finished, he helped her up to her wobbly feet, steadying her against him in a tight, if - due to the remaining restrains - rather one-sided embrace. They stayed like that for a while, kissing softly, until both felt relaxed enough to head back home.

Again she was lead by the leash, albeit very loosely and she didn't have to crawl anymore. The butt-plug stayed in its place, quite noticeably moving in her rectum with each step, the tail still tickling her thighs.

"So, did you like our anniversary?" Shinji asked while they made their way through the ruined city.

Asuka pouted quite unfitting for a slavegirl. "Well, you just had to get all sappy again while being rough"

"Sorry," he apologized, though his smile said otherwise.

She laughed along with him. "No, seriously, it was great."

"Really? Didn't you think it was too... uhm... 'normal'? You know, it wasn't quite what I had planned..."

"Oh, don't tell me you were honestly considering that!"

"Why not? It would have certainly been more..."

"Yes, maybe, but even if you would have managed to find the last location of the "Rainbow", it has probably long drifted away from that position, if it hasn't already sunk by now."

"Yeah, and there is still the problem that neither of us can pilot a V-TOL or something similar yet, I know. But still... the thought of having you tied spread-eagle on the empty deck with the longest rope we can find, a small helpless spot on the asphalt..."

She mirrored his grin as they shared that mental image. "We still have plenty of anniversaries to come."

"Yes, but... I still felt like I had to end this day with something more special, so..." He made a dramatic pause, scratching his neck, "I got you that cage you wanted."

Her eyes brightened. "Really?"

"Yeah. But don't expect me to put you in there very often. I prefer having you sleep next to me."

"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou," she squealed, closing the gap between them as fast as her chained feet allowed, and placed a big kiss on his cheek. "And don't worry, I'm sure we can think of some other uses. As long as there's enough space between the bars for your cock..."

He chuckled heartily, his arm wandering around her shoulder, inviting her to cuddle against him after another deep kiss. Smiling, she closed her eyes as they walked through the ruins, just enjoying the warmth of her beloved Master.

She knew, the fun probably wouldn't last forever. Things would change once they started to fulfill their assignment from "above" and get her pregnant. Shinji would become much more hesitating again, fearing to hurt the child somehow. And she would probably get way too anxious herself as well. But within the year they've been fucking now, "the miracle of life" hadn't taken place yet.

Maybe it wasn't meant to happen. Maybe one of them was infertile. Or maybe it was because she secretly kept taking the pill regularly.

Fuck humanity.

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Phew. That was probably the longest single-piece I've written so far. Sadly also the most incomplete thing I've ever published. Despite the generous three months for this contest, it was certainly much less time than this would have needed, and many scenes had to be cut (to my dismay also some that would have been helpful for the character-development and some of the very first ideas for this fic) or were rushed. So, look out sometime soon for "special edition" including anal-related stuff, Misato/Asuka scene, where Asuka got the inspiration for the trimming from, an expansion of the "'real' Shinji studies"-part where they discuss the necessity of a safe-word (featuring Asuka in strappado with single sleeve armbinder), some more outdoor fun, a six-month anniversary at the beach and probably some role playing.

Additional Notes: If you're still complaining about the lack of all that above: Why didn't you read the note at the beginning? Yeah, I know, I know, I'm slow, but I have other things to do now that have higher priority. It will come (as will the remaining chapters of DM for that matter) and this one already spawned ideas for two spin-offs playing in that alternate world, partially also inspired by Nawa) and I might also separate (some of) the role-playing from this one for a quasi-sequel. But I wouldn't expect any of this anytime soon if I were you, probably not even this year.
As said, a few minor changes were don, some by me, some by Nawa, but I guess, you'd need to do a side-to-side comparison to spot most. But I hope I managed to smooth some things out.
Also, mow that the contest is over and I don't have to worry about identities, I'd like to add it as well: "Anyway, even though he apparently didn't participate after all, at least a thanks to psianogen is in order. I guess it's not too hard to see that I took some inspiration from AP. The original idea was focused on the Post Impact part (you know, two humans alone on earth, able to do whatever, whenever and however they want to...) with Asuka's training only being a side note. But waiting for AP3, I began to wave my own ideas for it in. Though, because of the differences in Asuka's (initial) mindset and since I had to leave some scenes out, I guess the chances aren't too high that it's anticipating anything of what we (hopefully) eventually see in psi's work."