Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ TABOO PARALLEL ❯ Stage 02.5: Extra Scene ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: We don't own Eva. Hell, we don't even own the original story that this is based on. And we also don't make any money.

 

Authors' Notes: This is an omake - extra scenes made out of what we planned to include into the chapter two but for the various reasons, could not. They all happen somewhere in chapter two timeline. Yes , it is short and small, compared to our previous releases, but don't worry - chapter three is on its way.

 

Besides, you should also check chapters one and two again, because we added a bit more of the material to them.

 

 

The Strigon Team Presents:

TABOO PARALLEL

 

 

 

Stage 02.5: Extra Scene

 

 

 

 

Asuka in the mornings was not the nicest person to come around. She usually spent some of her anger directed towards Shinji with whom she was always going to school. Yet, lately, her walks with Shinji became more and more rare, which also made her more and more grumpy.

 

Not to mention that having to walk with Musashi and/or Kaita didn't help the matters either.

 

Right now, she was gloomily passing the schools gate, accompanied by Musashi. Keita and Rei fell back a little, because they still had `to finish some urgent matters'. Sounds coming from Keita's room, when she Musashi came to pick him up, made it obvious what exactly those `urgent matters' were.

 

Though the chance to not walk with a doll for once, made Asuka bit more cheerful, but the fact that Musashi was still with her, made the mood drop quite a bit.

 

Not to mention that seeing them two together at the school gates would only increase the rumors regarding her and possible relationship with Musashi. There were already some talks that they hooked up, and today will probably only increase such suspicions.

 

To complete an already joyless picture, she just saw Shinji and Mana, walking together.

 

At first Shinji still tried to walk with her, unable to break his usual habit, but when Asuka rather harshly told him few times that she has other things to do, than taking care of his whiny ass, he started to walk to school alone. And lately, it always `happened' that Mana was meeting him while he was on his way.

 

Which made Asuka furious. She wanted to walk with him, like they used to, she wanted to be the one whom he looks at and she wanted to be the one with whom she returns back home. But now it was that bitch taking her space, and all that because she became a rape victim…

 

No, if it was only that she would have called police and would have those two stupid perverts screw up their life for good, but it wasn't just that… Some distant part of her enjoyed what they were doing to her. This part loved when she was humiliated, made dirty and degraded. Maybe it was because of her fake perfection image of herself that she created and silently hated, or maybe it was something else, but she could not escape the fact - there was this all destroying part that liked that, even if her conscious mind refused to admit it.

 

A slight pat on her buttocks brought her back to reality. It was Musashi. And he was smiling.

 

“Stop daydreaming Asuka-nee chan. I-”

 

However, Asuka did not wait for him to finish. She angrily turned away from him and headed through the school main door into the corridor. She really had to get away from him or else she might end up punching him straight into his annoying face.

 

But was not able to get away far enough. While climbing up the stairs, she felt a strong tug on her left hand, and losing her balance she fell back, hitting into Musashi who wasted not time and had his arms locked around her neck, pushing her face to his.

 

He kissed her. Right in the middle of the school. And it wasn't a peck either.

 

His tongue stroked her unwilling lips, eventually meeting a white barrier of her teeth. He brushed them and her dental gums with his tongue, making her taste his disgusting spit.

 

Standing on a few steps higher, she felt his hips rubbing against her thigh. He was already stiff as a rock. She could feel his erected heat even through their combined clothes.

 

Giving up, his tongue traveled up to her upper lip, slowly wiggling around her nose. When she felt his droll entering her nostrils, with all her strength, Asuka pushed him back.

 

Almost falling down the stairs Musashi managed to stop himself by holding onto her tender hand again.

 

He looked up at her.

 

“Asuka nee-chan. It is unfair to give Kieta release, leaving me stranded.”

 

“Fair, unfair, whatever. Your right hand is your best pal in the moments as this.”

 

She replied in a vixen-like manner. Normally, she probably would have been more careful with her words, but the image of Mana clinging to Shinji's hand was still fresh in her mind. Needless to say, that she wasn't very selective about the things she said just now.

 

His grip tightened.

“We could make it right here and now if that's your wish. You know that I won't be holding back.”

 

“Go to hell!”

 

Retorted Asuka, but she wasn't trying to yank her hand free. Knowing her well, Musashi realized his victory.

 

“Come on. Just one quicky. We still have, -“he looked at his mobile phone, “fifteen minutes left. It would be a waste spending them fruitless.”

 

With that he yanked her after him, towards their usual spot - toilets. Though Asuka gave him another death-glare, she followed him on her own foot, widening his grin. Seeing his disgusting smile, Asuka only snorted, trying to put all her disdain for him into her single gesture. Yet, behind her anger, and annoyance, under her skirt, her pussy was already starting to get wet.

 

***

 

Pushed into one of the stalls, Asuka felt déjà vu. And it would be weird if she didn't - she ended up in the toilet stalls very often recently. Hell, she could swear that she was spending more time in boys' restrooms rather than in classes.

 

Today was no exception.

 

Musashi turned to Asuka after closing the door and smiled. “Face the door, Asuka nee-chan.”

 

Asuka was not really eager to move but a small shove convinced her that it was useless anyway. So here she was, standing looking at the inside of the stall door and sensing his hot presence right behind her. The stall was small and tight. It could hardly take two people at the same time, but obviously it hadn't been designed to.

 

“Now, Asuka nee-chan, bend down and grab your ankles,” Musashi ordered from behind her.

 

“Wha—” A light slap on her rear interrupted her outrage.

 

“Now.”

 

Not willing to do it but seeing no other way out, Asuka slowly bent around her waist, grabbing her ankles. The world was upside down now, and Musashi, looking down at her, appeared to be a mile high. She didn't think she could hold this position for long. “Like this?” she said, hoping to please him before getting queasy.

 

Instead of answering, she felt his slightly cold hands wiggle in behind her panties, resting there for a while, warming up from the heat of her naked skin and the white cotton of her underwear as if it was some kind of perverted heated, before finally pulling them down to reveal her naked bums completely if not her skirt.

 

She felt her panties roll down the length of her legs, before finally pooling at the dirty floor.

 

“Spread your legs.”

 

She did.

 

Somehow his dominating, calm, commanding voice always made her feel… weird. She found herself obeying him without second thought for most of the time. Something about him being in control always made her legs watery and butterflies in her belly.

 

She could hear familiar crisp of the clothes as he pulled his pants down and unfortunately well known clicking sound as he started taking photos with his mobile phone.

 

At this moment, though her uniform skirt was still covering her ass, she felt very vulnerable and exposed, bent over like this. Musashi realized this as well, and gave her a shove, making her stumble awkwardly forward until her head was almost touching the stall door.

 

Asuka could guess what was to come next. You didn't have to graduate from the college at twelve years of age to know that.

 

Musashi took a hold of the pleated hem of her skirt and lifted it up, exposing not only her naked bum, but also some of her lower back and the gracious raised bumps of her spine line. Because of the way Asuka was bent, the skirt rolled up so much that the hem fell around her head, successfully blinding her.

 

Unable to see, bent over and holding her ankles, her bare ass high in the air in front of this pervert and his camera, Asuka was consumed by a deepening shame—so bad was her situation that she couldn't even stand solidly, even the slightest touch making her tether. Her blood was starting to rush to her head, making her feel funny.

 

Musashi took a few more photos with his phone. Though the skirt covered Asuka`s face, and her angelic face was always worth a photo or two, right now it was her ass that really mattered.

 

And what a beautiful thing it was: twin globes of round, firm, creamy white flesh, shimmering with just a thin coat of perspiration. Presented with this offering, Musashi couldn't help himself and smacked it a few times with his hand making, her buttocks ripple slightly. The sounds of slapping echoed in the stall.

 

“Auch!” Asuka whimpered softly.

 

“Sorry, nee-chan, couldn't help it,” he said, sounding surprisingly sheepish.

 

Then, holding the phone in one hand, he placed the other on her round globes and started slowly kneeing them like warm doe. Asuka's pussy got wetter, to the point where it could now be said to be actually drooling, a thin strand of juice hanging off it. Though it was still sore and red from all the fucking she was getting recently, it was also accented by a more subtle shade—the rosy flush of arousal.

 

“You are really perverted, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi said, continuing to grope her.

 

“Sh-shut up stupid!” Asuka barked defiantly.

 

Musashi slapped her butt few more times for her insolence, harder than before. “That's not the way lady should talk, Asuka nee-chan.”

 

He kept spanking her for a while, until her white buttocks gained a shade of slight red that matched that of her itching pussy. It was a beautiful sight, and he took a few more pictures.

 

“Uuh!” Asuka felt her eyes getting teary again. What could be more humiliating than standing like this with her rear exposed and getting spanked by some brat? Well, for one thing, that it was turning her on.

 

Musashi took a few more shots of her now slightly red rear before standing up on the toilet seat. Because the stall was tight Asuka`s ass was within his reached. In other words, it was there where he wanted it to be.

 

He squatted down, feeling both of his bend knees touching the walls of the stall, until his erected penis was with the same level as her round bottom.

 

He let his erected dick slide between her white globes, enjoying the warm feeling of her crack. Musashi kept this position for a time, groping her firm ass and savoring the soft flesh.

 

Finally tired of this, he took the two cheeks in his hands and pressed them against his cock, increasing the sensation even further. Musashi then began to slowly thrust between her cheeks. He spat few times into her butt crack, lubricating it to make his shaft slide easier against her skin. His hands kneaded her bare ass cheeks to increase the friction, enjoying a tender feeling of her velvet skin against his pole.

 

Musashi felt how the skin of his penis moved up and down around the sensitive sides of his mushroom shaped head.

 

Her rear was so round and full that it almost completely engulfed his stiff pole. His angry purple head, shining with the mixture of pre-cum, spit and her own perspiration, continued to poke it's tip out of the dark, warm valley of her ass cheeks, before hiding into her deep crack again.

 

The skin of her ass was so tender and soft, that it made the fraction between their fleshes almost equally as pleasant as her tight, wet insides of her vulva.

 

Because toilet window was left open it was quite chilly inside, and he could feel the small bumps of the goose-skin against his palms, as he pressed her buttocks together, and against his vein rugged slick cock as it kept on sliding in and out the warmth of her crack.

 

He could even feel the slightly rough texture of her anus whenever his shaft slid past it.

 

As Musashi's thrusts intensified he could see her buttocks ripple whenever his pelvis hit them from below.

 

To Asuka his throbbing phallus moving within her crack, felt like heated steel, almost burning her flesh that swallowed it.

 

“Move your ass back against my cock, Asuka nee-chan”

 

Asuka had no choice but to oblige, and so, still holding her ankles, she began to gradually rub herself back against him as his prick moved between her buttocks. They quickly developed a rhythm, with his thrusts matching up with her grinding.

 

Several pleasurable grunts from Musashi indicated that Asuka was doing her job well. Her added help had also caused his cock to become completely slick with pre-cum. This extra lubrication made the repeated passage through her cheeks even easier. Asuka couldn't believe that she was actually helping this pervert get off by using her ass. It looked even more humiliating as she was still holding her ankles, her skirt above her head, while moving her butt against his pulsating cock in such a perverse angle.

 

Finally, he moved his now glistering cock down to her exposed pussy lips. Asuka grunted, but because her head was covered with skirt it came only as muffled sound.

 

He plunged deeper into her making Asuka gasp. Because he shifted his weight on her ass it made Asuka stumble forward but because there were no place for her to go, her head with a loud thump pressed against the door. But Musashi was not going to stop. With each of his trust top of Asuka`s head hit the stalls with a thump. Though, it was not really as painful as it was disgracing.

 

It was as if someone was knocking against the stall door with the rhythm oh his thrusts. Asuka could barely imagine the scene awaiting anyone if they were to come across them...a young, tanned boy squatting on a toilet mounting the white ass of a beautiful, older girl. An older girl, who was bent over, with her face obscured by her skirt and grunting with pleasure from having the hard cock thrusting into her swollen pussy.

 

Musashi started to fuck her harder and harder, the force of his thrusts making her head impact the door harder and more rapidly. Finally having enough, Asuka disobeyed his order to keep her hands on her ankles and moved them up to brace herself against the door. Before she could enjoy this cessation, Musashi quickly grabbed both of her arms, forcing her to rest her head against the stall door once again.

 

Hooking her arms behind her back with his own, he used this added leverage to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. It was a grotesque picture of a tanned boy squatting down on the toilet seat mounting a white ass of the girl whose face was covered with the skirt and whose head was hitting the stall's door with each thrust. It was as if he was riding a horse.

 

Harder, stronger, faster. And not for the first time the restroom was jacketed by the wet, sloppy sounds of sex.

 

His pace kept on growing more and more as he felt his orgasm coming nearer.

 

His balls rebounded off her soft white skin with a frantic speed. The doors were shaking in the case without any breaks now. Asuka could swear that soon her head will break the wood, so intense was his hammering.

At long last, his ejaculation erupted, sending his hot seed deep into her slick vaginal tunnel. It was greeted by the ring of the schools bell announcing the beginning of the first lesson. She would probably late. Or maybe will have to skip again.

 

Yet, lessons were right now the least what Asuka was concerning herself about.

 

She could feel his weight leaving her, as he took the seat on the lid again, but Asuka was given no time to relax.

 

*Smack*

 

A loud sound rang as his open palm hit the round flesh of her bottom.

 

“Hold you ankles again, Asuka nee-chan. Let me have a good look.”

 

Biting her lips in humiliation, Asuka soon found herself standing there holding her ankles with her hands again, feeling his warm jizz slowly rolling down her inner thigh. She could feel his gaze, against her naked backside, watching the obscene view, but at least her head was not banging against the door. Besides the skirt rolled down a bit, revealing her sweaty face as she tried to catch her breath. She could hear him start taking pictures again, for his perverted little collection without a doubt, he even started slapping her butt again, but at least she could rest, as much as one could rest holding such uncomfortable position.

 

But she didn't have much tome to rest. Musashi took a few more shots of her thoroughly red ass, now decorated with his warm sperm running down her thighs. She felt a sudden `woosh' as her circulation returned to normal, her head now very light as if she were slightly punch-drunk.

 

Musashi looked at her reddened face and smiled.

 

“Good girls clean after themselves.”

 

With that tanned boy pushed Asuka's face towards his member. Reluctantly she moved between Musashi's spread legs and stared in disgust at his crotch. Sure, this was the first time she had seen his penis when it was not erect. Even flaccid it was big. Asuka hated him and his organ. She wanted nothing to do with it. But her body kept on begging for it. Sex become like some sort of drug on its own for her. She hated him and the things he did to her, but at the same time her body lusted for more.

 

His penis was nasty and slimy and covered with the liquids that sex produces. Asuka could have smelt it from a couple of feet away and it made her stomach turn.

 

The red-head took a last deep breath of breathable air before leaning forward and licking Musashi's thighs clean. She tried desperately to keep her mind blank as she gathered their combined juices with her tongue and swallowed them. Several times he pointed out something Asuka had missed and the teen was forced to lick up some small trace that remained, clinging to his pubic hair or hiding in a fold of the loose skin of his now relaxed testicles.

 

Once Asuka finished cleaning his testicles with her tongue she moved up slightly so that she could clean his penis. It was lying to the side, resting on his pelvis. There was a small puddle under the opening in the end where the ejaculate that remained in his organ after he pulled it out of her. It had drained out and formed a small pool. She cleaned his organ with her tongue and then gently turned it over with her fingertips. Asuka scooped up the puddle of cooling sperm and then cleaned the other side of his slimy penis. She could feel it twitch as she worked her tongue up against his shaft. She just hoped that he doesn't get hard again, or else she might miss more than just one lesson.

 

At long last his penis was clean. It and testicles were glittering with nothing but Asuka`s drool. Heck even his pubic hair were flattened by her wet tongue. The girl hoped that it was finally over, but as always, Musashi saved 'the best`for the end.

 

He pointed down at something behind Asuka, evil glee sparkling in his dark eyes.

 

“There's still something you missed, nee-chan.”

 

Asuka reluctantly turned her gaze to where he was pointing and saw a small puddle of cum that had pooled on the dirty floor.

 

“Y-you can't be serious!”

 

“Oh but I am. Do it!”

 

Asuka groaned but realizing that it was pointless to argue against it, she slowly moved towards it on all fours like some kind of animal, feeling the cold, dirty toilet floor against her palms. She stopped right above it. Her face twitched with disgust as she watched the drops of his seed cooling down on the floor. If possible it looked even whiter surrounded by the dirt.

 

The red-head felt the sweat pour down her face landing on the floor, next to Musashi's sperm. Her neck felt like out of wood, unable to bend down.

 

The girl suddenly felt the heel of Musashi's shoe pressed against her right buttock, pushing her forwards.

 

Oh how much she wished that she could shove her own foot between his teeth, making him choke, yet she could do nothing but obey.

 

Asuka took a deep breath and leaned down to the disgusting mess, trying to block out what she was about to do.

 

Closing her eyes, Asuka slowly reached out her pink tongue and lapped up some of his dirty cum. The taste of his sperm combined with the unclean floor that tasted almost like a piss, nearly made her gag, but she suppressed it, trying to get this humiliation over with as quickly as possible.

 

She started to swallow the first tongue-full, grimacing harshly with the effort. She successfully disposed of the first batch, somehow managing to keep it down.

 

Though her stomach still protested from time to time, the succeeding loads were easier to endure, and Asuka was able to quickly clean the rest of his cum up. Luckily, there weren't all that much of it.

 

She was yanked back by her hair and shoved onto the toilet seat. Her naked ass made a thump once hitting the plastic surface of the seat.

 

Asuka`s face was sweaty, colored in deep crimson due to the recent fucking and because she had to stay bent for a long time. But she knew her ordeal was not over yet.

 

Musashi's limp cock started slowly rising its mushroom shaped head again, telling Asuka that she will be skipping another class today.