Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ TABOO PARALLEL ❯ Stage 03: Don’t Forget To Flush ( Chapter 4 )

The Strigon Team presents:
Taboo Parallel


Stage 03: Don't Forget To Flush.


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The underground stations were filled with department stores and shopping malls that connected to each other, forming another big city underground. Tokyo-3, where Asuka had ended up living, was no different. It was still early in the morning, right before school as the fiery redhead, clad in her usual school uniform, stopped at one the ID Photo Vendor stalls, opened the curtain and went inside.

Asuka silently set up the chair's height to the max. It would make sense if she was an undersized middle school girl, but she did not need such height. However, Asuka was not here to take photos of her beautiful face.

She placed a wad of her own money in the slot and set up the number of photos and time—making her pay for this for this was only meant to add to the humiliation. Then, almost in an instant, her school jacket and skirt flew off, and she unbuttoned her white blouse. She was not wearing a bra today; just white cotton panties, and even these were soon pushed down her knees and ended up hanging from her left ankle. She took a seat on the hard plastic bench and spread her legs as wide as the booth would allow, revealing her 14 year-old pussy trimmed with soft, curly red hair.

On the screen in front of her a message was displayed:

[Shooting session will now start. Please look at the camera]

With that the machine starts taking photographs in regular intervals, issuing tell-tell clicking noises and displayed a counter of how many pictures were being taken.

As this happened, Asuka put her right hand between her legs and swiftly pushed two fingers inside her tight pink twat and vigorously started moving them in and out in and out in a piston-like motion, while her left hand started to knead her breasts. The picture counter had hardly hit 10, but Asuka was already masturbating at full steam, fighting to keep her movements small and her moans subdued.

Only a thin plastic curtain separated her naked self from the outside world. Outside, just few meters away, crowds of people were walking back and forth around the mall, the sounds of their footsteps coming and going loud enough to mask the clicking of the camera.

The stall itself was not locked, nor did it indicate if any pictures were being taken. All it would take was a slight hand movement to separate the curtain and reveal the naked half-European-half Japanese goddess masturbating. Though the shame would be overwhelming, the danger also added to the thrill of what she was doing. Asuka would have never thought it was possible to find such a thing exciting.

Just the single thought of someone coming in made her heart beat faster, and her pussy wetter. It seemed like such a long time ago when she could enjoy a little masturbation in the privacy of her bedroom, when it was nothing but her touch and the thoughts of Shinji in her head to get her off. It was a slice of heaven, not sinful at all.

But that was before. Now even the touch of her own fingers was an act of degradation, of surrender. Her pussy didn't belong to her anymore, and she could do with it what she was told. But because she craved it was yet another tool used against her.

So engrossed had Asuka become that she didn't notice when the camera had stopped clicking. Blurred by the haze of mounting release, she saw the screen in front of her flashing a new message.

[Please select your photographs]

Asuka growled in disappointment. She moved her slick fingers from her yawning pussy, leaving thin trails of clear juice connecting her fingertips to the pink tunnel within her. There was also a little puddle below her on the bench.

Comparing the stream of images displayed on screen, Asuka dressed herself up as quickly as she had stripped only minutes before. Though she obviously wanted to select the least revealing pictures, she knew she had no choice on the matter because Musashi had been very clear on what he wanted her to do. Thus, frowning in self-disgust, she selected the dirtiest and most exposing images and pushed the confirmation button.

[Please wait]

The screen flashed again, and the printer began its work. There were quite a lot of photos, and so Asuka stood there waiting, her arms wrapped around her slender body as if to protect it from more incoming humiliation. It was the instinct to resist shame. She didn't want to do these things but she was trapped. Emotionally. Physically. Sexually. Her life was a cage and it seemed as though the only things that could set her free were sleep and the bliss of orgasm.

The screen flashed again, this time also ringing a beep.

Asuka collected the stacks of photos hurriedly without looking at them, and left through the curtain. Musashi was waiting outside, arms crossed, an inpatient look on his dark though handsome features.

“Took you long enough,” he said. “Did you take them properly?”

“Yes.” Asuka passed the photographs to the boy, unable to meet his questioning gaze.

“Ahh, awesome,” Musashi grinned, inspecting the images and holding them up in front of her turned face to show her. “Look, see how wet your pussy is and how deep her fingers are? So slutty. We will surely find some great use for these. Thanks, Asuka nee-chan.”

Asuka wished he would stop calling her that. He wasn't that much younger than her, though she knew age had nothing to do with in. Of course, he did it to humiliate her and put her down, similarly to how she did with Baka-Shinji. She had to admit it was almost a kind of poetic justice, making her pay for all the grief she'd caused the brown-haired boy that had now rejected her with her name-calling, and now she had a disgraceful nickname of her own.

Asking him to stop was pointless, even asking nicely. Like everything else, Musashi did it because it bothered her.

“Let's go,” Musashi said, noticing Asuka's surly disposition. “School is about to start.”

Stepping closer to her, he reached behind her skirt and slipped a hand discretely inside the back of her waistband, both of the skirt and of the panties underneath, to grope her soft naked butt. Asuka wanted to move away but thought better of it. Even though they were standing so close, there were so many people in the mall that it would be impossible to hide. Already some gazes were turning in her direction.

Asuka, trying to save what little of her dignity she had left, kept looking straight forward, as if ignoring him completely would make it clear to the crowd that she wasn't a willing participant in his shameful display. But it was hard to ignore the stares she got as they walked by. After all it was uncommon for a teenage girl have someone's hand under her skirt, even if that someone could perhaps be considered to be her boyfriend, which Musahi definitely was not.

With his hand in a position, Musashi could dictate her pace. Not too slow, but not fast enough that she wouldn't be seen. Asuka was blushing in shame as she walked, feeling exposed. Should someone from school see them the gossip would be intolerable.

Musashi smiled and suddenly dug his nails into her soft, round globe of flesh, making Asuka whimper audibly.

“Stop that,” she wriggled uselessly. “You are hurting me.”

“Relax, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi said, squeezing her ass some more under her panties. “If you look like you are enjoying it people will think we're a couple.”

“That's what I'm afraid of,” Asuka replied without thinking.

“You are mean, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi quickly made her pay by pinching her ass and twisting painfully.

Asuka jumped, a shriek of surprise and pain escaping her lips that attracted even more unwanted attention to them. The people around them now had looks of open disgust on their faces. And even worse was that she could tell some of the men wished it were their hands down her back instead of the young boy's. Asuka's cheeks were flaming red with embarrassment. Everyone in the mall would think she was the world's biggest slut when they saw her.

And she wasn't? Not even Asuka herself believed that any more. Whatever these people looking at being fondled in public thought of her was exactly what she was. Hell, she had even had her very list lesbian experience lately, with her oldest friend's mother no less. And she had quite enjoyed—

“Ouch!” Asuka jumped as Musashi pinched her again. She turned her head and snarled in annoyance at the little bastard. “What was that one for?!”

“It's your fault,” he said impishly. “You ass is so soft. It just wants to be pinched. Now hurry up or we'll be late. Remember what happened the last time you were late, Asuka nee-chan? Do you want another lesson?”

Asuka did remember, and she shook her head. Thankfully that time had been at the end of the school day and she'd been able to go home to watch the taste of Musashi's semen from her mouth. If he did that to her now she'd have that filthy taste lingering on her palate all day long, literally not a very savory prospect. Drinking cum on a regular basis didn't mean he'd gotten used to it, or that she ever could. It wasn't an acquired taste, like caviar. It was just plain disgusting.

Then again, her whole life was disgusting.

They hurried out of the mall, picking up the pace and more weird glances along the way. It only took a few minutes to make it to the nearest bus station, and only a few more minutes until they arrived at the school gates. But they were still late.

“Puaah!” Musashi gripped standing in front of his classroom door. “Keita is so lucky to have Rei nee-chan. She knows her time perfectly.”

Screw him! Asuka swirled around in sudden bubbling anger, and headed right towards her classroom, stomping her feet on the tiled floor as she went.

She hated being compared with Wondergirl, much less to have the doll be claimed to be superior in any way, even if it was something as trivial as being on time. Though Rei was always wearing that cold, I-don't-care-about-anything mask like she was so much better, it took only a single flick of Shinji's finger to make her red like a fucking watermelon. She was a big fake, instead of being a real girl with sincere emotions like Asuka.

Asuka never had a good relationship with Rei, not since the first day she met her. And how could she? Rei flashed her panties at Shinji the second they met, the slut. She claimed it was an accident but Asuka knew better. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't that easy to accidentally flash your panties to a boy—you had to make an effort. And while now they were stuck in the same pitiful situation, having lost their virginity while lying naked next to each other and forced to be sex toys, this hadn't really brought them any closer. They were probably more distant than ever before.

In fact, Asuka would have gladly contributed to Rei's abuse if it meant being spared herself.

Fuming and lost in her angry thoughts, Asuka almost missed her classroom. She stopped right before the door and tried to calm down. It would do her no good to barge inside in her current mood and then have to explain—in other words, make something up—why she was late. She could hear Misato's voice coming from the other side; apparently the lesson already started. It was rare event for Misato Katsuragi to start the class on time.

“Must be my luck,” she thought bitterly. Taking a last few deep breaths she extended her hand to open the door.

Only to have her hand pulled back.

Turning around she saw Musashi standing there and smiling at her with that annoyingly smug grin of his, her wrist in his strong grip.

“Wha-“

“You did not think I would let you go off so easily, right, Asuka nee-chan?”

But before Asuka could answer he pulled on her arm, forcing her to step towards him at the same time that he pushed down on her shoulders. With the element of surprise, and catching her off-balance, he easily managed to force to her knees. Her pretty face was only inches from his bulging groin.

“You know what to do,” he said.

She threw another angry glare at him. Though she was often degraded and even excited from time to time, she was still her feisty self, especially when annoyed. And Musashi was always annoying her. However, she had no choice on these matter anymore, and it was better to just do as he said and hope that no one would pass the hall while she was sucking him.

She pulled the zipper of his pants down and pushed her hand into his boxers, fumbling around until his still limp cock was finally released from its underwear prison. She looked at it in disdain; a half-flaccid disgusting thing she never would have thought could fit in her mouth. Trying not to think about it, she began stroking him, knowing she was required to bring him to full hardness before proceeding.

She also knew Musashi would go easy on her if she was good. And it would please Yui, which in turn would keep the older woman from kicking her out and barring her from seeing Shinji ever again. Somehow the prospect of being forbidden to be with him in the future was much worse than what she felt towards him at the moment. As long as she could have hope for their relationship, as long there was the slightest chance that maybe one day they could be together, Asuka would do whatever it took.

And Yui had told her to obey Musashi—as if being blackmailed wasn't bad enough.

With that in mind, Asuka leaned in and kissed the thing sticking out in front of her, starting at the bulbous, purple tip and working her back until his pubic hair tickled her lips. It didn't take long for him reach a full erection.

He was bigger than Shinji, that much was true. It didn't change the fact that she would have preferred the downgrade in size if it meant doing it for Shinji. Not that he would ever let her do this to him, and even so, she wasn't sure she could keep from being mad at him long enough to actually get him to enjoy it. If he wouldn't touch her when they had sex—if he wouldn't kiss her—this was just another fantasy to escape her miserable reality.

At least Musashi responded to her, she thought, fully aware that she was grasping at straws to explain how it was possible to find any of this acceptable. Let alone that it made her horny.

Asuka's warm mouth was soon wrapped around his shaft, her head of red hair bobbing up and down, left and right. This also made her cheeks bulge unattractively, but she knew that that's what he wanted. He touched one of her cheeks, making her look up into his eyes and doubtlessly enjoying the mixed feelings in her sapphire orbs, ranging from hatred to excitement. She also realized how perverted she must have looked with her cheeks budging where his penis tip pressed against them on the inside.

She had seeing it before herself—it made her look like a dirty chipmunk stuffing food in there. And what a contrast the bloated cheeks made with her angelic eyes!

The wet sounds increased. They seemed so loud to Asuka's ears by now that it was hard for her to believe that no one in the class heard the sucking orchestra escaping her mouth and echoing in that hall like a marching band on parade. The noise of her shame was deafening to Asuka.

Musashi was getting more into this as Asuka increased her tempo. But soon, no matter how hard her lips and tongue worked on his slick shaft, he wanted more.

He grabbed two handfuls of Asuka's red hair and started thrusting his hips while using the hold on her hair to pull himself closer and more brutally. His balls were hitting Asuka's delicate chin making her gag as he went deeper and deeper inside her mouth. A long, thick string of drool escaped her widely parted lips and hanged down her chin, swaying like a pendulum with the crazy rhythm of the boy fucking her mouth.

“MnnnnghhGGH!”

Soon he started using more and more force to press his hips to Asuka's face, forcibly fucking her open mouth. She could no longer keep her eyes upon Musashi's and instead fixed her attention to the view of his dark, glittering, saliva-coated penis appearing and disappearing between her lips.

It was at the same time arousing and disgusting.

If someone opened the classroom doors at this very moment the whole class would see the disturbing image. The school's number one idol, in all her half-Japanese half-German beauty being pounded in the face by a young boys stiff pole.

While those thoughts circled around her head, Musashi plunged his dick as deep as he could and made Asuka gag. She tried to move away but his hands kept her locked in place, her face impaled grotesquely. He wouldn't let go—she couldn't breathe and he wouldn't let go. Her eyes roll back from the lack of oxygen. All she could see the still thin curly hair around his penis, and vaguely did she wonder what would happen if someone should find her lying in the hall, choked to death on a dick.

Such a shameful, undeserved end it would be. But it would be an end. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

She barely had enough left to even register the movement of his cock as he pulled it out. Finally, Musashi lifted his crotch from her face allowing her to finally take a deep breath as she collapsed to the floor in a gasping, heaving heap. Knowing full well that she would be heard, Asuka tried her best not to cough.

She was still gasping badly as Musashi forced her onto her stomach. Slightly dizzy, she lay there motionless and panting, helpless as rolled her skirt up, revealing her white panty covered ass.

Then he sat down on her back, facing backwards with his dick sticking out and started to rub his slick hardness against her ass crack through the thin cotton of her panties. It didn't take long untill the warmth of the buttocks valley and soft fabric made increase his pace. Her panties were now growing wet as he rubbed the saliva and strands of pre-cum onto them, soiling the schoolgirl's previously clean underwear.

Musashi got annoyed with the lack of response and gave a loud smack to her buttocks. It sounded like thunder in empty hall.

Misato's monotonic voice stopped abruptly, followed by a tense silence. It felt as if time itself had stopped. Asuka could feel her loud heart beat as clear as she could hear it. She surely did not want to be found with her skirt rolled up lying on the floor with some boy rubbing his penis against her ass.

But then Misato slowly continued her lecture, and Asuka took a sigh of relief.

She turned her face to shoot Musashi a dirty glare over her shoulder and hissed, “Idiot! What if they found us?!”

Musashi grinned. “It would be your fault anyway. Now…”

He pointed which position she should take. Asuka groaned and lifted her pelvis and supporting herself with her knees, presenting him with her marvelous, panty-clad rump. Not for long, though, as she then reached back with her right hand and pulled her panties down, letting them slide to around her knees. Then looked over to him, raising her ass even higher and offering the underside of her pussy for his inspection.

“Get done with it already,” she told him. “I still need to go to class.”

In normal circumstances Asuka would be crushingly ashamed of herself, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole somewhere. But now she was just too annoyed to really care. Besides, it was not like she had a choice anyway.

She also felt slightly aroused, to her own horror and consternation. She would never admit that to even herself, and much less to this brat, but no admission was necessary as she could already fill a strand of juicing beginning to leak from her nether-lips.

Musashi approvingly patted her white round ass. He gently stroked her round buttocks, enjoying the warm, silky feeling under his palm. Then he stood up and positioned his bulb-shaped head against her vaginal lips. Because Asuka's ass was lifted high in the air, he had no troubles adjusting to her entrance once he had set himself on his knees.

With a swift forward thrust his penis slipped inside her young pussy, which was still as tight as if she was a virgin.

Asuka had to bite her lips not to let a moan escape as she was filled. As always, her body betrayed her and sent a shiver of pure pleasure up her spine. Whatever feeble resistance her mind was capable of collapsed the instant that pulse of electricity reached her brain.

Musashi first started his work with shallow thrusts before switching to deep ones, slowly and methodically opening Asuka's folded entrance. His hips were soon pounding away against her buttocks, and the wet sounds of their flesh echoed down the hall once again.

Tensing against each blow, Asuka used all her will power just to keep from moaning like a whore, especially when Musashi increased pace. She could never get used to this—never. But she could also never get used to how it was; how deep; how pleasurable. Her pink twat was made for fucking and that's exactly what she was doing with it. It was meant to be like this. So pathetic, and sad, and inevitable. It was better not to fight it. Better just to accept it.

His thrusts became harder as he pierced her with his shaft till his pelvis came rebounding of her buttocks, then he would arch his back and come back with even more force than before.

As his powerful strokes became harder and louder Asuka had trouble staying in one place. Little by little her legs started to move forwards, like a stubborn mule punched by a driver towards the yard little by little. With each thrust of his hips she was heading towards her classroom door, crawling on her knees. Her movements were restricted by her panties, of course; they were still wrapped tightly right above her knees preventing her from moving more freely. Though it was not like she wanted to move at all.

Soon enough she found herself panting straight into the wooden classroom door, feeling her warm breath returning back at her. If the little bastard did not stop she might end up entering her classroom on all fours while being mounted by this annoying brat!

That probably would have happened if only the doors to her classroom had been a bit flimsier. But now it still held firmly still even when she was pressed against it. Though she felt like hanging on the edge, one strong movement and she could barge into the class like a dog with her bare white ass in the air.

She placed her right hand against the doorframe, supporting herself as his pace became more and more relentless. She was sure that if Misato would suddenly stop talking everyone would hear her loud panting and the wet sounds when Musashi made as he kept on penetrating her sex.

His hips moved back and forth, smacking her rear, making her globes of flesh jiggle like balls of jelly, sprinkling a spray of her sweat in all directions with each impact. The soft, thin lips of her pussy swallowed his dick whole, all the way down to his dangling balls as he thrust his flesh sword in the warm and slick sheath of her cunt.

Asuka's tongue fell out of her mouth as she started panting like a dog, small pearls of sweat appeared on her face and on her backside as the high-tempo of the sex continued. Her face was beet red.

She could only imagine what would happen if Misato opened the door and the first thing that she saw was her panting student, drooling with an open mouth, acting like a bitch while a young boy was riding her ass to oblivion. The single thought made Asuka's pussy twitch in anticipation.

The center of her pleasure washed out all other thoughts. At that very moment Asuka Langely Sohryu was just a cunt. She existed to be fucked. Nothing else mattered.

“I'm coming, Asuka nee-chan!” Musashi announced, though he was making an effort to keep his voice low. He made a few deep strokes before finally starting to pour his seed into her womb. Though it seemed like he came gallons for hours, it was really only a minute of so.

Then he collapsed on top of her, his load spent but still making small, futile thrust out of pure lustful instinct. Asuka let her hand off the doorframe and slumped on the floor with Musashi lying on her clothed back, feeling his penis go soft inside her.

She hadn't come.

She felt betrayed, like a girl who'd been promised a gift on Christmas day only to be denied at the last minute. She should have been glad the humiliation was over, but instead she wanted to cry in frustration and throw a tantrum until she got what she wanted. She was such a stupid little girl.

So stupid … just once she wished things would go her way. Her lower lip was shaking, as were her eyes, now shimmering with gathering tears. Any time she would start bawling uncontrollably and she didn't care who heard her.

Then Musashi patted her gently on the ass. “Good job, Asuka nee-chan,” he whispered.

It was a perverted gesture, but Asuka found it soothing in its own way.

They lay motionless right on the doorway to Asuka's classroom. Finally Musashi rolled off her and moved to kneel besides her head. He took a handful of her red hair and casually cleaned his dribbling penis with her locks, leaving traces of his white jizz and her own pussy juices stuck between them.

He then kissed Asuka sweaty temple almost tenderly. She didn't feel like crying anymore.

“Come to the usual place during lunch time,” Musashi told her quietly. “We'll be waiting for you so don't be late again.”

The only thing that Asuka could do was grunt in response.

Musashi giggled and put his dick back into his pants. But before walking around the corner he took one last look at the freshly-fucked redhead.

It was an utterly perverted scene; a teenage goddess, all drenched in sweat, was lying at the door of her own class, with her naked, firm, round ass proudly sticking in the air, her rolled up skirt hanging at her waist line, her panties at her knees while trickles of white sperm ran out from her used pussy down her perfect thighs, her cheek pressed against the dirty floor, mouth slightly open and drool running down her scarlet lips.

She was indeed godly. Not able to help himself, Musashi pulled out his mobile phone and took a few shots. Blowing a parting air kiss to the still lightly panting redhead, he disappeared around the corner.


*


Just like before, the usual place was the discontinued bathroom on the third floor, and just like before it was overcrowded. Except this time there was a long line of at least twenty young boys from the junior grades standing there, talking excitedly among themselves despite the need for secrecy.

“Really?”

“Yes, she will flash out for 100 yen.”

“I never saw one from close up. Are you sure?”

“Hush! Don't make too much noise or the teacher might come!”

The line of boys snaked into the bathroom through the half-opened door and queued in front of one toilet stall. Musashi and Keita stood here like promoters at a three-ring circus peddling the latest attraction.

“Do not hesitate,” Keita announced. “Real pussy for just 100 yen. And for an additional price, a souvenir.”

Next to him Musashi was handing out the `souvenirs' to the paying customers, which consisted of same photos Asuka had taken in the ID photo vendor stall earlier that morning. Although her face could not be seen, the most important parts were clearly visible, and any attentive observer would be able to spot the red patch of pubic hair. Not that there would be any doubt about the pussy's owner after the show in the stall.

“Please come in.” Musashi waved the next boy in the line after taking his money. He knocked on the stall door and heard the latch on the other side slide open.

The boy entered the stall and froze. Asuka Sohryu Langey, the school's foreign idol in all her redheaded, sapphire-eyed beauty stood there, facing him with legs spread and feet planted at each side of toilet. She wore an airy yellow sundress with a thin blue choker and red leather shoes. The dress barely reached her knees. Actually, it was short by a few inches, giving a great view of her shapely legs.

Asuka had changed into this just a few minutes ago. Her neatly folded school uniform was lying in a bag plastic next to the toilet, as were her shoes and socks.

Having already done this several times, she understood the silent request in the boy's sparkling eyes. He'd paid his money and now he was hoping for a glance. But, like those that came before him, she doubted he was old enough to know what a woman's pussy was supposed to look like. Typical male—doesn't know what he wants, only that he wants it.

Still, it wasn't so bad; Musashi and Keita had done much worse than just look.

Biting her lips, Asuka slowly gripped the hem of her sundress and lifted the skirt up, instantly proving to yet another young boy that she was indeed a natural redhead. The closely cropped triangle of curly red hair matched her creamy white skin and pink pussy lips well, just as it did on the pictures being sold outside. And she was already slightly wet.

The boy, a skinny kid with dark hair, was astonished, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The feeling of this boy's eyes staring into the first real pussy they ever saw made Asuka disgusted and excited at the same time. Despite feeling at shameful exposing herself like this to random boys in a toilet stall, the look of amazement and even gratitude on his face almost made up for it—in one flash Asuka had changed his life.

It made her feel an odd kind of power. He may be hardly able to cross the street without holding a teacher's hand, but he had now seen a real girl's pussy. And not just any girl! Even without buying a picture, Asuka was sure he would not forget this any time soon. Neither would she. She'd avoid going to the upper floors from now on. A few weeks ago she would not have believed she could be doing this. She was corrupting these boys, like she had been corrupted, but it didn't seem wrong.

With his childish curiosity satisfied, the boy thanked her and exited the stall. A new one entered. Asuka once again lifted her skirt up. He stared in amazement and the process repeated.

However, the next the boy was not satisfied with looking; he brought his face just a few centimeters, or even millimeters, away from her pussy. Asuka could feel his breath on her sensitive skin, rustling her pubes. After scrutinizing her for a while, he took a deep sniff then looked up and winked at her before happily dashing out of the stall.

Another boy made her turn around and show her pussy from behind. Asuka was holding her skirt tightly pressed against her back, bunching the thin fabric around her waist. She could hear his breathing hasten, followed by certain sloppy sounds she had come to know all too well. He was masturbating while looking at her pussy and ass. Well, he was not the first to do that, nor the last one. He grunted as he came, then, with a bold move, he slapped her right ass check with his palm.

He was gone before Asuka could turn around and scream at him.

And so the boys came and left, while Asuka kept on lifting her skirt up and down, up and down. Her hands worked on a semi-automatic regime, and it was soon like she was playing a game she wasn't really interested in. She just had to get through it.

Once again the door opened, and this time there stood a fat teenager. He must have been closer to Keita and Musashi's age than any of her previous audience, and by the looks of him weighted two or three times as much. He had big blotches all over his face, small pig-like eyes and a nasty double chin. A small string of drool ran down the corner of his thick lips, and he was sweating rivers as evidence by the stains on his uniform.

Asuka tried to take few steps back in disgust but there was no space to retreat. She was trapped in this small world consisting of four walls in a toilet stall.

Fatso grinned at her, understanding the situation as well. Well, she thought, the sooner she finished the faster he would be gone. So Asuka wordlessly lifted her skirt up again directing his attention from her face to the small area between her legs. He leaned forward, licking his lips with his tongue.

He pulled out his dick and started to masturbate while looking at her snatch. Asuka's fingers tightened as she watched in disgust and disdain this ugly creature near her crotch. But Fatso apparently wasn't satisfied with just jerking off.

Suddenly, Asuka felt his fat fingers on her waist as he pushed her. Her legs stumbled upon the toilet seat and she lost her balance, landing on the plastic cover of the seat with a thump. Before she could try to get up again, she felt a huge weight pinning her down, making her groan. Taking the opportunity, the boy entered her opened mouth with his tongue.

She felt his slimy muscle lick behind her lips, her inner cheeks, her gums, brushing against her tongue and going further into her throat like a snake. Asuka's mouth filled with the foreign, disgusting taste of his saliva, her face becoming shinny with his sweat as his fat, wet face rubbed harder on hers when he tried to push his tongue deeper, choking her.

His dick was rubbing against the hairy bush above her pussy, smearing it with his pre-cum. She felt like she was about to throw up. But although he was much heavier, Asuka was still much fitter. She pushed her knees between them the two of them, and with the help of her legs kicked the fat tub of lard off of her. He flew back through the stall door hitting another boy waiting in the line.

Asuka leaped after him. Her heel hit directly between his legs with all the precision of a satellite guided missile, making him whine in pain like a little girl. “You ugly son of a bitch!”

The other boys backed off, seeing her terrifying outburst, and ran away from the stall in a panic. Soon there was no one but a heavily panting Asuka, and a stunned Musashi and Keita in the bathroom. Even Fatso managed to make a run for it with surprising swiftness.

Keita recovered and glared at the redhead. “Way to go, Asuka nee-chan. You killed your business!”

“Like hell I did!” Asuka, still in her rage, turned around. “That toad was going over the line!”

“You are forgetting your place, Asuka nee-chan.” Musashi was not in a forgiving mood. He went behind Asuka, lifted her yellow dress and smacked her bare ass a few times. Hard. Then he pinched the smooth skin of her left buttock and twisted, making Asuka whimper.

“B-but he…”

He twisted harder. Asuka yelped

“Customer is always right,” he said sternly.

“Sorry,” Asuka muttered, feeling small and powerless. Even if she were sincerely sorry, which she wasn't, it was unlike Musashi would let this slip. She was certainly right. As soon as she thought that, Asuka could feel him grinning behind her back.

“Sorry won't do Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi said. “We will have to punish you again.”

He then pushed her, making her stumble forwards the exit of the restroom. She turned around to argue that she could not walk around school dressed in her yellow sundress but was met with calm Musashi's eyes. “You want to make your punishment worse, Asuka nee-chan?”

But it would be so much worse if she got caught like this. Detention, maybe suspension, who knew. And Yui wouldn't be pleased. She'd be sure to punish her severely now that she knew what Asuka had done to Shinji and how surly he'd become afterwards thanks to their failed relationship. No, Yui could do far worse than these two perverts. Asuka wasn't going out that door and, short of dragging her out kicking and screaming, they couldn't make her.

She turned back to Musashi and Keita, and hissed, “I don't care. Give me back my uniform. We'll get in trouble if they see me in this.”

The bathroom door was still propped open so it wasn't like she had privacy, but it was better to change here than out in the hall. Still, if anyone happened to just walk by there was no way they'd miss her.

“Fine, Asuka nee-chan, if you don't care about the punishment,” Musashi said. “But you cannot wear one dress on top of the other. Take off your sundress first.”

Asuka's eyes narrowed, aware that she had made things worse on herself, but even more aware that she was only just inside the bathroom and that stripping here could be almost as bad as stripping out on the hallway except that it would be harder for someone to see her from afar. At least in the toilet stalls she'd have real privacy.

Musashi seemed to know what she was thinking and shook his head. “Do it right here,” he said. “Or do it out in the hall. Your choice.”

It was embarrassing as hell, but Asuka saw no other way out. Here was better than out there.

She quickly pulled the straps of her yellow sundress off her shoulders, letting the garment fall of her body and pool at her legs. She bent over and undid the straps of her shoes, stepping out of them. There she stood, completely naked save for the blue choker that was still wrapped around her throat and barefoot on the filthy bathroom floor, the tiles feeling cold under her soles. Though she had been naked a lot in front of Musashi and Keita, she felt more so now, barely three steps from a hallway at school.

Asuka quickly turned to grab her uniform, which Keita was holding out in front of her, but the light-skinned boy pulled it away.

While she was busy doing that, Musashi rushed to scoop up the sundress and her shoes in his hands.

Asuka swirled angrily to him, “No, give me—”

“Nuh-uh, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi said. “We were so touched by your performance that we can barely fit in our pants. I am sure you will help to relieve our stress before you leave.”

Asuka bit her lips bitterly. What could she say? She didn't have a single stitch of clothing on her and was standing naked in the middle of a bathroom.

Both Musashi and Keita leaned against a sink opposite the toilet stalls and turned their heads expectantly at Asuka. She had no time to dwell on the issue, as every second was important. She stepped over to them, turning her back on the open door, and squatted between them. Silently, she unzipped their pants and took out their dicks. She looked up at them, waiting for approval - like a good pet, she dully noted to herself.

Musashi nodded, understanding, and added, “When I come I want to come in your mouth, but don't swallow it. Keep the load in your mouth.”

Meanwhile, Keita had pulled something white and wrinkled from his pocket and gave it to Asuka. “You can use this one on me.”

Gritting her teeth again, Asuka wrapped his cock with own her panties. He'd obviously plucked them out of the plastic bad somehow when she wasn't looking. Aware that her squatting posture forced her thighs open, and therefore her parted labia and exposed her pussy for them to see, Asuka felt a cool breeze rush through her slit. Clutching the tiled floor with her toes, she placed a hand on each cock sticking out towards her from either side.

The redhead tried to get them off as fast as possible. Yet because of the lack of lubrication they were not moving swiftly in her hands. Asuka, being the smart girl that she was, quickly remembered what she had once seen when secretly watching those perverted movies that Shinji brought home from Kensuke, and spat a few times on each of their dicks, giving more lubrication.

This worked better for Musashi but in Keita's case, since his penis was covered in the absorbent cotton of her panties, it took at lot more saliva. The fabric felt sticky and disgusting in her fingers; in contrast, Musashi's slick purple rod felt much more streamlined.

She threw a quick glance behind her. If anyone just happened to be walking down the hallway—if any of the boys who'd been there earlier decided to return, they'd be met with the spectacle of a beautiful butt naked redhead, squatting down between the groins of two boys, with a hand on each of their penises. Flashing herself to young boys was one thing, but this was different, though she didn't fully understand how.

Since now they were both slick enough, she started to furiously wank them off. It didn't take long before the sweat started gathering on her naked skin as her hands moved at an incredible speed to the point where it was hard to follow their pumping movements.

Faster, faster, faster! She needed to make them come faster.

She was acting like a total whore - sweaty, naked, squatting on the floor, furiously jerking off two nasty boys in the middle of the school, and even using her own panties on one of them. With an open door behind her no less! And what were those two bastards doing?

They were discussing the latest video game.

“There is a secret how to get to the level 11,” Musashi said, leaning back and having to suppress a groan as Asuka's hand moved up and down his shaft in a desperate pace.

“What, what tell me now? I always die there!” Keita said. The sensations created by Asuka's rubbing and the friction of her panties on his dick had already made his face turn red.

It was incredible; here she was, naked, squatting before them, in the bathroom, trying to please them with the furious movements of her hands, and yet they were idly leaning back, completely ignoring her presence and talking about video games. How dare they! She was naked and squatting and jerking them off. Her! The school's number one idol! How dare they ignore her!

She was so embarrassed, angry, and annoyed at this moment that it didn't take long before her pussy started to drool. It was as if her body had itself become a total pervert, actually enjoying the sexual torture of the mind that governed it. Asuka was divided, conflicted, as she had been a lot lately.

Just a few weeks before she was a proud and haughty girl, and though things had changed she was still determined not to let them ignore her.

Yeah, not being ignored by two boys she was giving handjobs to, Asuka chided herself. That was a lofty goal. Regardless, she pumped faster, panting loudly, muscles working feverishly, face turning red.

She could not even bring herself to hate this anymore. The humiliation had become routine; the sexual abuse was so deeply ingrained in her life that she didn't even see anything wrong with it though she was barely a teen with limited experience in sex—no, that wasn't right. She had gained more experience already that most people did in a lifetime of healthy relationships with people they cared about. The squishy wet sounds their cocks made in her hands had become as much as part of her as her own voice.

By now her own panties, in which Keita's shaft was comfortably wrapped, were now almost completely drenched with a mix of saliva and dribbling clear pre-cum.

She kept stroking them, trying not to think about what she was doing and finding it disturbingly easy. Whether it was because of her own erotic desires or a true desensitization to acting like this, she could tell. It was easier to obey and hope for a reward than it was to disobey and stand the punishment. Though she knew they would punish her regardless. But maybe, just maybe, they would do so without malice.

How pathetic had she become that such a thing was something to actually look forward to?

When Asuka felt Musashi's dick tense in her hand, she knew he was close. And this was confirmed a few seconds later. “Asuka nee-chan, I'm coming.”

Asuka didn't hesitate—she hated that she didn't hesitate. Lowering her mouth, she quickly welded her soft lips around his cock head, sucking slightly out of instinct, allowing him to ejaculate in thick, sticky streams into her oral cavity. As told, she did not swallow it but held on to it like she was holding onto a mouthful of soup. Stinky, sticky, baby-making soup.

It didn't take long for Keita to follow his friend's lead. However, he didn't announce himself as he started spurting within Asuka's white panties. The redheaded girl could feel his warm cum filling her panties under her hand, leaking out through the fabric and running her fingers.

Another ruined pair for sure, she thought, moving her other hand away from Musashi's softening cock to wipe some traces of his cum still clinging to the corner of her lips.

“Not bad, Asuka nee-chan, but you seriously lack practice,” Musashi said, finally deciding to stop her torture for now, probably because the bell was about to ring. “Don't know how that can be considering how many times you've done this. You just don't want to learn, do you?”

Asuka could say nothing, of course, as her mouth was holding his load. She lowered her head and brooded.

Musashi moved away from the sink as Keita handed over the plastic bag containing her uniform back. The boys zipped up their pants, commenting on how good Asuka's service had felt, all the while the redhead rushed to put on her shirt and the blue jumper. And just in time.

The bell ran; a vigorous crowd of children followed it, running to their classes past the open bathroom door yelling and screaming like a bunch of excited birds. Any of them could have looked in and seen the redhead standing there with two boys. Standing in the boys' restroom!

Asuka turned to face away from the door. She still hadn't buttoned her blouse and her perky, firm tits were on display for anyone to see if she would just turn around, holding her own smeared panties wadded-up in her left hand. She waited till the flow of pupils died off, desperately hoping that no one would notice her naked tits reflected in the mirror before her, so she could finally button herself up, draping her soiled panties over the edge of the nearest sink.

Even then it wasn't an easy task as her fingers were slick with cum, sweat and saliva. It took her a few times before she was finished.

Musashi patted her slightly bulged cheek, where she was storing his cum. “Open up.”

She did, showing her mouth was flooded with his white jizz, pooling between her teeth, and beneath her tongue, which wriggled on the substance looking like a pink worm on milk. She was trying badly not to taste it.

“It looks great Asuka nee-chan,” he said. “Now keep it so through the lessons till further orders.”

Asuka's eyes widened. Is he crazy? She thought in desperation. What if the teacher asks me to answer? What if--

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as someone lifted her skirt from behind, showing her bare ass. She quickly looked over her shoulder and was met with Keita's teasing smirk.

“Asuka nee-chan is so perverted. Walking exposed like that in the school. Showing everyone her bare ass.” To empathize his words Keita gave her a smack on the butt, making Asuka jump up and almost swallow Musashi's load. “You should wear your panties.”

He pointed at her smeared panties on the sink. While Asuka hesitated, Keita gave her poor backside another slap.

“Now, Asuka nee-chan.”

With angry tears in her eyes and foul sticky sperm in her mouth, Asuka took her dirty, cum and saliva stained panties. Then, reluctantly, she put them on, feeling the disgusting mix of substances, soaked fabric, and dirt against her tender pussy lips. It felt like wearing soiled underwear, and the feeling was almost as bad as knowing what had been done to the panties. Though at least they wouldn't smell.

But they weren't done yet. Musashi pulled out a small pink oval thing out of his pocket. “This is the thing to keep you company for now,” said, showing her the devise.

It was a so-called egg vibrator.

“Please hold your skirt for me.”

She'd done that so many times today that she lifted her skirt up without thinking, allowing him access to her dirty panties and covered pussy. Musashi carefully pushed the egg-vibrator inside her, past the narrow, stained gusset over her front and her tight-lipped entrance, then stuffed the tiny battery box into her panties' waistband and turned the vibrator on.

Asuka's cunt was so wet it went in with hardly any resistance, and its bulk was small enough that it wasn't very discomforting. But then it started buzzing with a jolt.

Yelping in surprise, Asuka tensed from this new pleasure-generating sensation. It became immediately obvious that it wouldn't be enough to make her come, but it would also be impossible to ignore it. She knew that they were doing—they wanted to keep her on the edge of orgasm, to deny her the only thing she craved. The buzzing reminded her insistently of what she wanted so very badly and yet couldn't have. It truly was torture, delicious, unforgiving, unending torture.

“Well, see you after class, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi said, making sure the panties were tightly fitted in place, molding to even the smallest bump of her pussy mound. Because the material was soggy it clung especially well, creating a slight camel toe. “Remember we still have to punish you.”

Still? Then what the hell was this supposed to be! Asuka wanted to yell at him, but at the moment her mouth was pretty much useless.

“Nah,” Keita said all of a sudden as he finished tucking in his shirt. “I'm going to cut class and go check up on Rei nee-chan.”

“She's at your place, isn't she?” Musashi said casually.

“Yeah, she stayed over last night. She was too out of it to make it home, so I had her bend over a chair beside my bed where I could look at her ass. I don't think she slept much, though. I left her cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush this morning, and I told her if she didn't make it sparkling clean I'd make her use her tongue next time. I think I will anyway.”

Asuka snickered. The thought of the albino girl slaving on her knees, and licking the filth off a toilet proved endlessly amusing. She thought she was so much better, always doing what she was told without resistance like it somehow made her less worthless. She would have to qualms about it, of course, but it suited the servile little slut to be used as nothing but a human toilet brush.

Asuka promised herself she would be there to see it.

“Asuka nee-chan, you really don't like Rei nee-chan, do you?” Musashi said. “You shouldn't be like that. You two have lots in common.”

No they didn't, the redhead thought furiously. In fact, the only thing they had in common were the perverts who'd raped and enslaved them. And she expressed this opinion the only way she could—with a glare.

*

Tachibana-sensei's lesson was even more annoying than Asuka could remember. Of course, she had never before sat through a lesson with an egg-shaped vibrator buzzing way deep inside her pussy or with her mouth full of cum.

The vibration she could ignore if she didn't concentrate on it, but the taste in her mouth was bitter, and salty, and not so easily dismissed. But, luckily, she had become somewhat used to it in the past few days or else she would have been gagging in the middle of the class. At least the doll wasn't there to see her. She could leave or arrive without a single word, and people would not consider it strange anymore.

At this point, Asuka wished she had taken the day off as well. She could be home, sprawled out in front of the TV, reading a magazine, instead of sitting here listening to an old goat with a mouthful of cum.

She would have a strong breath after this. Positively rank, no doubt. Musashi's lukewarm cum was beginning to feel more sticky, filling in between her teeth, under her tongue, like diluted glue. At first the amount was too big to deal with so she had to gulp a little of it down. Musashi probably would not notice anyway.

Besides, with her mouth filled, the amount of drool increased as well and she had to make small gulps from time to time or she would choke. She tried to keep the wad of sperm intact as much as possible but some loss was inevitable, not to mention that during the thirty minutes that already passed his seed became mixed with her saliva as well, and thus became less thick and much easier to swallow down. Even if it was unintentional.

The full devastating strength of the thought hit her suddenly. Prideful Asuka Langley Sohryu was actually worrying about how to keep from swallowing a load of sperm.

If anyone had told her a week ago that she would be sitting through Tachibana's lessons with sperm in her mouth, wearing nasty cum-crusted panties with vibrator wedged in her pussy she would have never believed it. In fact, she would have throttled them. And yet she was here. The sperm was in her mouth, dirty panties sticking against her skin, and a vibrator inside her pussy.

What was worse, thinking about her situation was making her feel warmer. Was she really some kind of slut?

No! This was something forced on her! She didn't like it and never would!

And it certainly didn't help having to endure the taste and smell of the damned sperm. And that annoying vibrator inside her vagina made it worse. Fucking unbearable. It was buzzing inside her, making her more and more frustrated, stoking the day-long itch she'd been so far unable to scratch.

Her pussy felt undeniably good, but she couldn't concentrate on that. If the teacher noticed he would surely ask a question, juts like he always did when he caught a student daydreaming or otherwise not paying proper attention, and what would she do then?

Musashi certainly would not care even if she had a good reason to swallow - he would punish her as relentlessly as if she didn't. On the other hand, she doubted any teacher would be fascinated if one of his students should answer with their mouth full of sperm.

So she had to stay focused or at least look like it. But that was hard to do with that annoying vibrator making her feel like her chair was on fire.

Asuka wondered how no one else could hear the buzzing when she could hear it very clearly. And feel it more clearly. For a while it seemed as though what she was hearing was not the noise produced by the little egg itself but rather the vibrations of her own nerves carrying ripples of stimulating electricity right to her pleasure center, located somewhere at the root of her clit.

Fortunately—or unfortunately, as the case may be—the small vibrations were not powerful enough to build into a climax. Although having an orgasm in the middle of class was sure to an experience, and she craved release as much as she ever did, Asuka didn't think it was a good idea.

So, Asuka focused her eyes forward, staring determinedly at the hands of the clock hanging on the wall above the blackboard.

Still 13 minutes left. Just 32 minutes had passed yet it felt like a whole eternity of her sitting there savoring the taste of sperm in her mouth and feeling the vibrator in her pussy.

Asuka couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, but she felt like the sperm was getting colder and the buzzing between her pink pussy lips louder. Chinese water torture had nothing on this. It was a true hell. She was actually surprised she could hold everything down for as long as she did. But she still needed to do it for 13 more minutes. Or so she thought…

Suddenly her mobile phone started vibrating.

Must be someone sending a message. Well it was something to do to take her mind off her mouth and her pussy.

Asuka pulled the little device from her skirt pocket and looked at the screen. It was from Musashi, reading:

TAk3 SOM SHOTZ OF UR MOUTH N S3ND DEM 2 M3

Asuka twisted her mouth into a pout, frowning. It was just her rotten luck rearing its ugly head again. Now she had one more problem to take care of. But she knew she had no choice.

The short hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Asuka looked around as casually as she could, and met the inquiring eyes of Hikari Horaki. She must have heard her phone vibrate, and as the class representative she wasn't particularly happy about people using their phones during class. In fact, if it was someone else Hikari might give more than just the scolding look that she was throwing at the redhead right now.

Asuka smiled back at her, waving at her not to pay attention.

What would Hikari say if she knew that behind those smiling lips of hers there was a festering load of cum? And from an underclassman no less…

But Hikari just gave her another long, warning look and turned away. Certainly, she would not suspect her prideful friend to be holding a man's sperm in her mouth and have a vibrator stuck in her pussy for a half an hour.

Asuka looked around again, luckily, there was no one else paying attention to her, so she slowly lifted her book, opened it and put it up on the desk in front of her. Then she slowly dropped her head to hide behind this self-made barrier. She held her mobile phone in front of her and opened her mouth, revealing Musashi's white sperm pooling inside. She took a few shots and sent them back to the nosy brat.

The answer came almost immediately.

GUD GRL! NOW SWALLOW N S3ND M3 A PIC

Never could Asuka have imagined that an order to swallow sperm would make her so happy. But again, she never thought she would be in such situation to begin with. She wasn't a cum-slut—she didn't like it—but she had probably gulped down more of the stuff than most sluts. Now was no different. Her throat moved repeatedly as she quietly gulped down his load. Finally she would get rid of this disgusting taste, though her breath would probably smell like cum for weeks.

Asuka took a few shots of now empty mouth. Feeling happy that this torture was over, she even rolled her tongue playfully. But her happiness was short-lived.

NIC3. BUT SCHOOL IDOL'S PANTIES R STILL DIRTY. U SHULD CL33N DEM. US3 UR TONGU3.

Asuka hesitated. Even swallowing his cum was not as bad as this.

First of all, her panties weren't just dirty in the usual sense since Keita had come into them. Then she had set them on the side of the sink, which meant they had adsorbed germs as well, and, finally, by wearing them together with the vibrator inside of her cunt, they were now completely soaked with her own pussy juices as well.

Asuka wondered if she could deal with that all and still not to throw up. And she wasn't eager to find out.

Second of all, she was still in class. While taking a photo with her mouth full of cum was bad, it was also easily disguised. But taking off her panties and cleaning them with her tongue while sitting at her desk was a little more complicated.

At least she wasn't sitting in the front of the class. But even so it was a risky thing to do. A single glance would be enough to spot what she was doing, just like before when she'd been in the bathroom with the door open, or out on the hallway—Asuka was starting to see a pattern. Keita and Musashi seemed to have decided today they were going to get her caught doing something degrading in public, or try to. Asuka did not want to give them the satisfaction.

She couldn't just try like they did. She had to succeed.

But again, she didn't have much choice, did she? And if she failed, the two perverts might come up with something much worse.

So, once again, Asuka lifted her head and looked around. She noticed Shinji's pale blue were fixed eyes on her, as if he could sense that something was amiss, but one glare was enough to make the idiot look straight ahead. For once Asuka was genially happy that he was such a coward. Given what happened between them, she found any attention he paid her perplexing. He'd had his chance and blown it, and Asuka resented him deeply for it.

There she had been, clad in a skimpy nightgown she'd gotten from this mother's closet and a stringy thong, practically offering her body to him. Anyone would have jumped her, torn her clothes from her and ravished her. Anyone would have declared their unending love for her as they fucked her out of her mind, grinding her naked body against the carpet until she had third-degree rub burn on every inch of exposed flesh. But Shinji had done none of those things.

He detested her so much he'd refused her even when was nearly naked and fully available, and so desperate that she would have begged him to make love to her had she not also been so pissed off. And, though it shouldn't have, it bothered her. But none of that would help her current predicament. Asuka doubted Shinji would even try to help her at this point.

Slowly, she placed her hands down to her knees, then, gritting her teeth she slipped one of them under her school skirt. She moved her fingers up along her thigh, eventually finding the stretchy leg band and hooked a fingertip beneath it, then carefully did this with the other side as well. Then, with a quick movement that lasted barely a single split second, she lifted her ass of the chair and pulled her panties down her rear.

Without the pressure of the panties' elastic waistband holding it in place, the square battery box for the vibrator slipped loose and nestled itself somewhere between her legs.

Asuka sat there for a bit adjusting to the new sensations, feeling the slight grip of her panties that were now rolled halfway down her thighs, the leg bands stretched out as far as they could go. The material was thin and stretchy, but it wasn't made for this.

Taking a few calming deep breaths, and after making sure that no one is looking, Asuka gave her panties a tug with her right hand, pushing them past the bend of her knees and letting them her fall down her legs to the floor. Holding her ankles together, her panties bunched between and around them. She quickly bent down and picked them up, holding them firmly in her fist.

The material felt soggy where it had soaked in her freshly-expelled fluids and hard where Keita's dried-up cum had acted as glue. It felt crunchy in her hands. Disgusting. She never thought she'd be holding her own panties in class.

The sensei was still going on, Asuka didn't know about what. Once again she retreated behind the protective barrier of her book, and quickly tried to find the inner side of the panties' gusset. It wasn't easy. Even though it should be the part most covered with Keita's sperm and her own pussy juices, the whole garment was soaking wet so she could hardly make out which part was wetter than another. And she was working in a panic. It should have taken more than a second, but the fear of being discovered turned her usually dexterous fingers into clumsy knots.

Looking at the wet material, smeared with Keita's dark sperm stains and stains from her own pussy juices, dirt, with a few reddish pubic hair sticking to it, Asuka felt nausea rising up her throat.

She tried to think of some other way to clean this off, like going to the bathroom and washing them out, but considering how little time she had left until the lesson was over it was unlikely she would be able to return in time, and there was a little doubt in her mind that Musashi would be tracking her so that he could increase her punishment.

So, in the end, Asuka just shut her eyes tightly and lowered her open mouth, running her tongue up the wet, stained, rancid panty gusset.

It was as bad as she thought it'd be. The fabric had a salty, hideous taste and an obscene, pungent smell to it. It was like she was licking a freshly used toilet or a urinal. Bathroom stench filled her nostrils. It was sickening. Her stomach twitched a few times trying to deal with the disgusting thing in her mouth, but luckily she could hold it down.

After a few licks, Asuka extended out her tongue and carefully plucked the curly pubic hairs that had become stuck to it with her fingers, wrinkling her face. She was eating up her own pubes!

Who would have thought that a half-western beauty like her could end up this way? Sitting bare assed on the chair during the ongoing lesson, with a vibrator in her pussy, and licking her own panties, smeared with sperm, her own pussy juices and dirt from the floor, picking her own pubic hair off her tongue?

And yet the most annoying thing was that she felt helpless and… hot. Yui was right about her after all, and she couldn't help wonder just what kind of sick freak Sohryu Asuka Langley really was?

She didn't have time for musings, she reminded herself in a chiding inner voice. Time was working against her, so she started to flick her tongue up and down the panties, still holding them stretched out on her palm. The first taste was the most horrible. Later on she got used to it, not to mention that most of Keita's sperm and pussy juices were licked off with her first couple of licks.

But because her tongue was getting very dry, with not enough saliva to clean the stains off, Asuka was forced to change her approach. Without thinking too much about it, she quickly stuffed the panties into her mouth, trying to soak them through with her saliva and get them as clean as possible.

She gagged few times again, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Though all the taste sensors on her tongue were screaming at her, she thought it could still be worse.

Soon the fabric was completely drenched with her saliva, and Asuka tried to suck it off as fast as possible, hopefully cleaning it in the process. She looked like an obscene baby, with her cheeks slightly bulging, sucking on a mouthful of her favorite candy.

Her telephone buzzed again. She looked at the screen and saw another message from Musashi. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Asuka took a look. It read:

SHOW M3 UR PUSSY.

Obviously, the bastard wanted to make sure that she had really taken her panties off. Not to mention that her fresh, not-so-long-ago-a-virgin, redheaded teen's pussy was always such an arousing sight for that little pervert.

With a blush on her pale cheeks, Asuka held her phone in her right hand and sneaked it under her skirt to take a few shots. Pulling the phone back, she looked at the tiny screen. Though the quality was not great due to the poor light, she could still recognize it as a bare pussy surrounded by short red hair, the thin cable from the vibrator running out from between the fleshy lips to the battery box.

Asuka sent the disgusting shots to Musashi and immediately deleted them. She wanted to get rid of them as fast as possible. In fact she wanted to get rid of everything as fast as possible, yet it was not in her power.

It didn't take long for the answer to come.

U R V3RY QT3, ASKA NI-CHAN. NOW U B3T3R PUT D CL33N PANTIS ON B3FOR3 CLASS 3NDS.

Bastard! Asuka would have gritted her teeth if her mouth were not fully stuffed with her own, sperm covered panties.

Looking at the clock with fear she noticed that she had only a few minutes. She started to work the material more determinedly, chewing on it and thoroughly saturating it with her saliva, using her tongue to push and roll the wad of cotton around in her mouth. Literally, she was a human washing machine.

It was so degrading but she was sure that her pride would be hurt even more if she didn't do this.

Suddenly she felt another pale of nausea traveling up from her stomach, and she soon tasted its bitterness at the back of her throat. It seemed like her stomach wasn't as strong as she thought after all. No more—she would be sick.

Asuka knew to heed the warning. Quickly, she spat her own panties into her palms before she actually started vomiting in the middle of the class, and forced down the nausea, clutching the sodden garment in her hands, trying to steady herself. After a few deep breaths she could feel the nausea subsiding again.

But there was no time to feel relief; the clock was tickling.

Hastily, Asuka gave a few more licks to her panties, particularly the narrow gusset, and decided they were as clean as she could make them. Then, panties tight in her fist, she reached below her desk as if searching for a pencil, hoping to hide what she was doing. Though it was uncomfortable and awkward, she somehow managed to step back into her soaked panties, but not before having to drag them over the floor and wedge her feet through the leg holes.

Asuka fought the disgusting feeling as the garment traveled up her legs, leaving wet traces on her thighs. With a tiny, well-timed skip in her chair, she finally pulled it up to the place where it belonged over her shame and upon sitting down adjusted it for the final time by grinding her butt on the seat. It was much worse than before, as the panties weren't just wet but also the battery box was now uncomfortably stuffed inside them.

She had, thankfully, managed to scoop it up rather than leave it dangling. She didn't think she'd be able to hold on to the slippery vibrating egg with only her pussy muscles. Literally laying an egg in the middle of class would be the epitome of embarrassment.

Fighting a blush, Asuka looked around. Luckily no one was paying attention to her. She sighed in relief. Yet, she was still feeling very uncomfortable. The vibrator was still buzzing away and now she wore completely wet panties, which stuck to parts of her red pussy and round ass globes.

Her discomfort was interrupted by the ringing bell.

Well, at least she had made it in time.

She quickly stuffed her things back into her bag and dashed out of the classroom without waiting for Hikari or even saying goodbye to the teacher. Normally such actions by a student were considered to be rude, but Asuka was known throughout the whole school for her eccentric behavior, and she was a westerner anyway so none one ought to be surprised. Hikari was clearly not pleased about it. Asuka would deal with her later.

Now her main concern was… the annoying brat who was already waiting at the door of her classroom.

Asuka started to wonder if Musashi even went to his class at all. He was suspiciously fast. And suspiciously happy.

Before she could say anything, however, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him. For some odd reason, Asuka didn't resist. She followed him, letting him lead wherever it was that he was going, feeling the egg rolling around in the tight grip of her pussy, its dangling, and plastic battery box jingling inside her panties.

Finally, Musashi pulled her in front him and turned her around so that her back was to the corner. Although this area was further removed from the main flow of students than the middle of the hall, it was not nearly as removed as Asuka's sense of modesty would like.

“Well, Asuka nee-chan, lets get it done.”

Surely he would not be so stupid to ask her for the proof here, with students already leaving the classrooms and walking close nearby. Right?

The teasing smile on his lips made Asuka feel cold. “A-are you stupid?” she gripped. “If you can't keep it in your pants then at least wait until we get to the toile--”

“Here. Now.” His voice gained a harder tone, which made Asuka angry at herself for being ordered around by this brat so nonchalantly, but at the same time it also invoked something annoyingly hot and excited right below her stomach.

She was really getting annoyed with this newly discovered side of hers.

Unaware, or maybe fully aware, of her internal musings, Musashi stepped closer and, after extending his right index finger, began to draw slow, lazy circles on her uniform over the lower abdomen area, dangerously close to her pubic region. “Asuka nee chan, if you keep resisting I will take it as a sign that you didn't take your punishment properly. And then we would have to do something similar again, which I do not mind.”

His eyes had a dangerous glitter as the circles drawn by his index finger went lower and lower. Soon Asuka felt his hand moving between her legs, still drawing imaginary rings.

Asuka's muscles twitched.

“So, is that a no?” Musashi asked, painfully and suddenly stabbing his index finger against her most sensitive place. She could feel the pressure very clearly through the fabric of her uniform, just as she could feel the battery box poking her. And once again, her body reacted in the most illogical ways. Whenever he acted rough or forced her to do something against her will her body betrayed her.

But right now it didn't matter much. What really mattered were the students leaving their class, filling the hall with the noise, and the brat standing in front of her, stabbing her pubis with his intruding finger.

“Would you feel more daring if I called your friends to watch, nee-chan?” Musashi teased.

Asuka gritted her teeth, fully understanding the implication. The sooner she was done with all this punishment crap the better it would be, she told herself.

She placed her right hand in the front of her skirt and lifted it up. Because she was using only one hand and was lifting the middle of the dress, from behind it still looked like she was just talking to her junior. At the same time, Musashi could see the white triangle of her panties, framed by the sides of her skirt like a picture of white innocence framed by curtains, a square bulge protruding on the front panel.

Musashi placed his hand on the white material and rubbed his palm against it. Since it was still damp, he could feel her flesh and her curly pubic hair through the thin material. The battery box was skewed diagonally a few inches bellow her clit, its thin cable spilling out of the gusset and then back inside.

Asuka looked down at him, her crystal blue eyes trying to show all the contempt that she was feeling. As if she was looking at shard-beetle creeping up her white skin.

But Musashi's response was his ever-present, infuriating smile. “Ooh how scary, Asuka nee-chan. But I only have to do this—“ He grabbed some of her pubic hair through the fabric of her panties and pulled to him.

Asuka yelped in pain, her face loosing the too-good-for-you-pervert look in an instant.

“And you make such sounds,” he said. “So cute, Asuka nee-chan. Like a toy.”

His hand now slid down the front of her panties, brushing her pubic hair and rubbing against her pulsing entrance. Brushing aside the intrusive box, he tentatively pushed one finger and then another in, effectively fingering her. With the corner of her eyes Asuka watched the students passing by down the busier part of the hall, but since no one expected to find a young German redhead being fingered by her junior right there no one paid attention to her.

Musashi's fingers reached further and further into her warm entrance and Asuka could not tell if she was more disgusted or turned on by it. But she could clearly feel when his fingers touched the vibrator still inside of her.

The fingers started to pick up the rhythm, bumping into the vibrator, sending weird sensations through Asuka's body. She couldn't believe that she was being fingered here, surrounded by a mass of people, holding her skirt open for a younger boy, and still no one noticed.

She could feel her own hips instinctively bucking to follow his movements. She couldn't understand why, but her body loved to be treated this way even if her mind hated it.

Faster and faster his two fingers worked inside her soft flesh. It still was very tight and even though it was only his fingers Musashi was clearly enjoying it. So was Asuka; she still tried to at glare him, but it had little effect as his two fingers traveled in and out her tight channel.

“Ugh,” Asuka grunted as he suddenly pulled out of her pussy, pressed his wet fingers against the inner side of her left thigh, and slowly rubbed them up and down, cleaning them against her silky skin.

“We still have important things to do, right?” he said. “Your panties seem to be clean, but we also have to inspect the insides, don't we?”

His hands moved quickly as he spoke; his left one lifted her skirt up again while his right grabbed the front of her panties and tugged sharply towards him. The elastic fabric stretched while the back of her panties pressed firmly against her ass, making her stumble forwards.

Asuka felt like a horse being inspected. She was amazed that her panties could stretch that far—it looked like they were about to snap from the tension. In fact, she almost wished that would happen as the pressure on her behind was getting more unbearable, as the usual soft material was now digging into her round flesh rather painfully.

The vibrator box slipped out of the gusset, like a bungee jumper on his cord. It didn't go very far, though, and it wasn't heavy enough to yank the egg free—her twat was apparently tighter that even Asuka thought. Still, she clenched reflexively, igniting a fury of heat as the smooth, fleshy walls of her tunnel absorbed more of the device's vibes.

Asuka bit her lips, not wanting to give Musashi the satisfaction of hearing her moan.

“Hmm, not bad.” Musashi moved his hand left and right to inspect all the area inside the panties. “I am surprised that the prideful Asuka nee-chan did that. And did a good job, too. Maybe we should use you as a washing-machine replacement?” He pulled again.

Asuka hissed as he increased the pressure on her panties.

“Nah, you are right, Asuka nee-chan, your mouth has more uses than that. Now, here's a little thank-you gift from me.” Saying that, he leaned towards her and let a fat white blob of drool rope down to her opened panties, landing on the inner side of the white fabric.

Then, he let go of her panties, which hit her soft tights and lower belly with a loud snapping sound. He placed his palm at her crotch and rubbed his saliva into her. Asuka felt the disgusting wetness of his spit spread on the fabric, her sensitive vagina skin and pubic hair. The dangling battery box brushed faintly, yet very conspicuously, against her upper thigh, her pussy still clenched around it.

“Good girl.” He patted her mound playfully through the stained cotton, as if it was some kind of household pet, and then stuffed the box into the panties' right leg band. “But now you got me aroused. Do you have any idea how to make up for it?”

She had. And she knew full well what he wanted her to do, but it wasn't his lucky day, at least not now.

“I still have one lesson left,” she said almost triumphantly. “And the bell is about to ring, so sorry, but you'll have to take care of your problem yourself.” Then, as if announcing her victory, the bell rang. But when Asuka tried to turn around she was stopped by Musashi's hand.

“Are you not only stupid but deaf too now? I said have a lesson, so-“

“I heard you perfectly well, Asuka nee-chan, but I am sure you can sacrifice one lesson for such an important matter.” His left hand found her left breast and grasped it. Hard. “Let's go.”

He tried to pull her along, but Asuka stubbornly stood her ground.

“Maybe you want to give it to me right here and now?” Musashi teased. “I don't mind, of course.”

And once again Asuka felt helpless. She just angrily grit her teeth and headed towards the bathroom. Naturally, she always hated to loose.

With a smile on his lips Musashi followed her.


**


“Well?” Musashi asked. He was sitting on the plastic cover on top of the toilet seat with his pants and boxers pulled down around his feet.

The young redheaded teen girl kneeling between his legs looked at his rock-hard dick with a clearly contemptuous glimmer in her bright blue eyes. She, just like him, was naked below the waist. The uniform's blouse, which she still wore, seemed to empathize the nakedness of her round, white bottom even more.

Reluctantly, Asuka wrapped her slender fingers around his hot penis and leaned in, opening her mouth. But just as she was about to begin the degrading task, she felt a slight tug on her hair from Musashi's right hand.

Confused, Asuka looked up.

Musashi just patted her head. “I know you are really eager to dig into your favorite snack, but there is no hurry. Do it slowly. Take your sweet time, nee-chan. Kiss it.”

Asuka groaned, but obediently pursed her lips and placed a soft kiss on the very tip of his pulsating, purple head. Then she started to land short kisses all over his sticky length, and then around the base of his dick. Going down lower, she stopped hesitatingly. If she continued this she would have to kiss his balls too, and somehow Asuka wasn't very willing to do that.

But an eager tug on her hair convinced her otherwise. Closing her eyes, Asuka started to kiss his balls as well. At least they weren't too hairy due in no small part to his young age. She kissed around each testicle, taking her time as told though she didn't like the feeling when the tip of her nose touched the base of his penis.

Asuka was starting to trace small butterfly kisses down the valley of skin between his balls, trying to ignore rough rubbing of his curly hair against her skin, when Musashi gave her hair a strong, demanding pull.

“What, dammit?” Shocked and in pain, Asuka looked up at him again. “Do you want me to or not?”

It was quite a sight - a young redhead with wide blue eyes, looking straight at him, her lips still touching his balls and his penis covering part of her face.

“You are really getting good at this, Asuka nee-chan. But for now I would like you to turn around.”

Angrily, Asuka turned around on her knees, presenting him with the view of her splendid ass. Musashi then pulled her arms behind her back, and quickly tied her wrists together with her uniform's necktie. Though it always looked so thin, Asuka knew very well that it was actually stronger than it looked. And Musashi seemed to be skilled at tying knots, too.

“What the—” she started to complain but Musashi quickly cut her off.

“Don't worry. Just thought to change things a little.”

When he was done, he turned her back around. Her sore knees adding to her other discomforts, Asuka found herself with her arms tied behind her back, bottomless, and facing a younger boy with an ever eager, stiff dick.

Musashi smiled down at her. “Now, Asuka nee-chan, say `aaah…'”

She did and with that Musashi pulled her down on his dick. His hands held her long red hair, making two thick ponytails to guide her up and down his rod.

Asuka hated when he used her hair like this, as reins on a horse. It always made her hair roots burn as if they were on fire. And it is always humiliating to be used in such way. It was a constant reminder of who she was and what she was doing. And that was exactly why Musashi loved to do it.

Her blue eyes burned into him with rage. He could come just from this look alone.

And yet it felt so good as Musashi's penis slowly ran along her tightly clenched lips. Asuka could feel the rubbery head inside her mouth, her tongue pushed to the side as the big head slowly filled her small cavity. He pulled it out, allowing the glittering tip bounce before teen's eyes. She looked up, seeing the big slick head filling her vision and soon she felt it pulsating in her mouth again.

Her rosy lips, that normally looked so innocent, were now wrapped around the dick that was plunging in and out of her mouth. As a small piece of droll escaped the corner of her lips, her eyes kept on looking at him with contempt and disgust. Yet her tongue, now used to his presence in this way, was working on its own, swirling and probing around his cock. She was really becoming skillful at giving blowjobs.

At the same time, she was really humiliated at being used like this, like a thing, naked, her head held tight, her mouth used to masturbate his dick. Her hands clenched tightly, her fingernails digging painfully into the flesh of her palm, unable to stop him from using her body. She felt her head turned sideways, his penis pushed in again, bulging out her cheeks.

“Make your lips tighter on it, nee-chan.“ Musashi then watched her clench her lips tight on his cock, almost as tight as if it was her pussy. “Now suck it like a lollypop, run your tongue over it.”

He began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth, feeling her tongue bathing it as it passed in and out through her tightly clenched lips. He pulled her head up, her eyes glistening with tears. It seemed to go on forever, each time more and more of his hot staff entering her mouth. It was then withdrawn, but not before she had to run her tongue over the length of it, feeling the large veins running down the length, feeling it twitching in her mouth.

Musashi pulled her head down on his cock, forcing it past her tonsils, into her throat. Asuka held her breath and closed her eyes, fighting her gag reflex. He let her throat muscles massage his cock as it pulsated deep inside her. His fingers moved down the side of her neck, feeling his cock twitching right below the surface, before coming back to pick up her `reins.'

Finally Asuka started choking as his head hit the back of her mouth. It pulled out just in time, but then thrust back in, each time harder, bouncing against her tonsils, forcing gags from her stuffed mouth. Tears fell from her eyes as she choked on his hard member, her hands clenching and unclenching desperately behind her.
Musashi pumped his cock back and forth in her mouth, her choking and gagging only massaging his cock, looking at the innocent face he held between his thighs, his penis splitting her lips apart, her tongue still running over his cock as he fucked her face.
He held her hair so tightly that her ears started ringing and the only other sound she heard were his soft testicles banging against her chin each time he punched his slick shaft deep into her mouth.
Asuka`s mouth was getting filled with his seed, the thick salty fluid now leaking out from his pee-hole each time her lips drew it back in. She could taste it on her tongue as it ran over the head, unable to prevent it from leaking, unwilling to swallow the foul tasting fluid.
He could feel his orgasm building. With a full force he grabbed her hair-reins, pulling Asuka down and making her gag for the final time as he shot one lukewarm white load after another. She started to squirm as it hit the back of her throat, but he held her firmly by her hair, keeping her between his legs.

Her lips were smashed against the base of his cock, his heavy laden balls slapping against her chin as his large shaft was completely buried in her young mouth and throat. Her eyes pleaded with him, as she quietly choked and gagged on his cock, tears running down her red cheeks

Asuka struggled as she was choked by Musashi`s cock, her breathing through her nose was ragged, tears staining her face as her throat quivered on the boy flesh clogging it. She felt it expand, knowing that he was shooting inside her throat. At least she would not have to taste it, pouring as it was directly into her stomach. But her joy was short lived as he pulled his cock from her throat, letting it sit on her tongue. It quivered then shot another load of cum, this time bathing her hot mouth with his hot, thick seed.

The redhead froze as her mouth was filled with the slimy load. It felt like gallons, her cheeks puffing out as they quickly filled up. She swallowed, fighting back the urge to vomit and choke as they sticky cum slowly ran down her gullet. He watched her face as she swallowed load after load of his cum, her throat bobbing up and down, the heavy semen filling her stomach.

At this point Asuka was frantic. She needed air right now or else he would choke her. She started trashing to the sides, but Musashi held her tightly in her place by the hair. The vibrator that up until now was still in her pussy was pushed out by her rippling cunt muscles and hit the toilet floor with a faint clicking noise.

After a few more instinctive shallow thrusts Musashi let go of her hair, and Asuka, gasping for air, quickly pulled herself off his cock. She started coughing, some of his sperm flew out of her mouth, but just after ejaculation Musashi felt really kind-hearted and decided not to punish her for this. Not now at least.

With the back of her hand, Asuka cleaned her lips and gave him another icy stare. “I almost choked, idiot.”

“Sorry, Asuka nee-chan, you are just so good I couldn't help it,” he said. Then he stood up, wordlessly lifting his naked ass from the plastic cover, and motioned for Asuka to take his place.

He helped her up with strange gentleness, and, though unwillingly, Asuka then sat her naked bum on the place where Musashi's was just a few moments ago, landing with a loud sound. She was pretty clumsy, as she was not used to have her hands tied behind her back.

Asuka's naked ass felt his warmth emanating from the plastic. It almost made her gag. Everything about him was so disgusting and annoying, yet it always somehow turned her on. And she couldn't understand why. Juts like right now she couldn't understand what he was going to do.

She threw him a confused look and was about to say something, but…

Musashi pressed a finger against her lips to silence her. When he was sure she understood, he bent over and began looking through her school bag. He picked out her mobile phone and dialed up a number. After it started ringing, he cut it off and with a broad smile leaned forward to her naked pussy. He placed his left hand on the inner thigh of her left leg. “Open up,” he said.

Asuka blinked, bright blue eyes as confused as they were suddenly curious at his odd behavior. She spread her legs wide.

Then the dark-skinned boy placed her mobile phone against her pussy lips and started to rub it up and down the narrow slit. Though it was shamefully to admit, Asuka was still wet from everything that had happened, so it took no time to get the cover of her mobile phone glittering with her pussy juices.

Musashi then slowly started to push it inside her.

Asuka took a deep breath when she felt it slide past the welded seal of her fleshy, dripping labia. But she knew she couldn't do anything about it, not to mention that at the moment her hands were tied behind her back.

Though Asuka was always known for her physical strength, Musashi was even stronger. And right now he was using all that strength to keep the redhead's legs apart as he shoved her own mobile phone deeper and deeper into her pussy. For one Asuka was really happy that she bought a small and light model rather than a big and heavy one that Shinji, being as dumb as he always was, suggested.

But she also started to wonder if her pussy juices could break the fragile device. After all mobile phones were costly and she didn't want to loose her own, and certainly not because it had been stuffed into her pussy. Her face reddened an even more furious shade thinking about having to explain that to the people at the store when she showed up to get it replaced.

The sound of someone moving besides her brought Asuka back to reality. And reality took the form of a dark cock surrounded by curly pubic hear and two balls hanging down.

Seems like Musashi, while she was busy musing about her phone, had squeezed around the left side of the toilet and was now standing besides her sitting form. It was hard to imagine how he could manage in the tight space, but then again, one thing she learned about Musashi - he was very inventive. And always got what he wanted.

And right now he wanted her mouth. Though he'd just come recently, to Asuka's displeasure, always could get himself hard again within several minutes. She wasn't an expert in this sort of thing, but she knew that normally it would take much longer period to get hard again. It must be her rotten luck to end up with a pervert who could go on for hours without getting tired.

However, he was holding something else in his left hand, something pink and wet.

Asuka at once recognized it as the same item that had previously been buzzing inside her pussy. It was the little egg vibrator. And it was still covered with her juices, just as it was when it fell out. There was also something white on it.

That was just sick, Asuka thought. He must have rolled it in the sperm puddle that splattered around when she coughed!

Now, carefully holding the wire with his two fingers he started lowering it towards her mouth.

But Asuka was not very eager to take it. She closed her mouth, not letting the vibrator in. Slowly, Musashi drew circles, brushing it slightly around her lips, as if inviting for the sesame to open up.

Despite her having enough of the taste of sperm for the day, however, Asuka knew Musashi had a different opinion, and that his was the only one that mattered. It was a game that both of them seemed to play constantly with the other, one she could never win. A part of her, mostly that under the control of her raging libido, wasn't sure she wanted to.

Musashi finally pinched Asuka's nose with his right hand and twisted it, making her groan and open her mouth on instinct. And she was instantly rewarded with the vibrator's renewed buzzing, only this time in her mouth and not in her pussy.

She could taste her own pussy and his seed on it. It wasn't as bad as licking dirty underwear, but just the thought that she was holding in her mouth something that stayed in her pussy for some time made her feel disgusted.

Yet, this wasn't the only thing that Musashi wanted her mouth to hold. He once again lowered his hips, sliding his dick into her mouth. Asuka showed no resistance this time. At least now Musashi wasn't holding her by the hair but was just cupping her face with his hands, making her head arch back in an uncomfortable angle as he moved up and down up and down her mouth.

His pace increased as he drove into her more and more roughly. Soon Asuka could feel his penis head hitting the back of her throat again, and she couldn't help but wonder why her mouth was always been raped like this.

When it was the doll doing it to them they always just patted her on the head, like they thought she was really, honestly trying her best to please them. But when it was Asuka's turn they would be just basically fucking and raping her mouth at will as if it was another vagina, this one with teeth and tongue.

Deeper and deeper he went until her throat felt soar. But she couldn't stop him. She could just helplessly watch as his long dick disappeared between her soft lips and as his dark bushy of curly hair covered her nose. But as his movements grew more relentless and his thrusts deeper, Asuka started to choke again, but this time she knew he was not going to stop.

Asuka's eyes bulged out as she tried to catch some of the precious air but all that she got was his dark penis sliding in and out he mouth. She couldn't even breath through nose as his pelvis and pubic hair were hitting her nose cutting the air supply more often than she could take those desperate air gulps.

The thought she'd had earlier in the day returned. Could she really choke to death on a cock?

It was ridiculous. Asuka had never heard of someone dying from sucking someone's hard penis, and in Japan that was surely the sort of thing to make the new. She didn't want to be the first one to die in such humiliating death. But Musashi's reckless movements gave her little hope. She squirmed around trying to push him off but he used his weight to keep her steady in her place.

And no matter how hard Asuka squirmed or trashed and how harshly her skin brushed against the plastic surface, or how wide and scared her eyes were, his penis continued to choke her. The necktie firmly dug into her white, soft skin, not letting her hands free. Maybe she should just bite him off? Better than dying this way.

Then, that very second, the mobile phone inside her pussy started to vibrate.

Someone was calling.

Musashi, however, felt like he was in heaven, and wasn't about to stop to answer the phone. Her warm mouth was perfect, and even though a large amount of saliva was escaping her opening and dribbling down her upturned chin and neck, she was still incredibly beautiful. And with a vibrator constantly vibrating against his dick, he knew it was only a matter of time before he came again.

He made a few deep thrusts into her mouth, feeling himself scratch against the back of her throat, fucking her brutally. He didn't put his full weight into it as he didn't want to break her neck, but he was still twisted enough to practically sit on her face with his dick between her lips, wanting her to taste the sperm in her mouth and not juts pour it in her throat.

The slight buzzing coming from her pussy, where the mobile phone was stuffed, was like a signal for him to come. With a few instinctive shallow thrusts he started to pour his seed into her for a second time.

It wasn't as much as before, as he'd come just a short while ago, and it was sort of watery but it still filled her mouth.

Asuka, though, was still in danger of choking, but the whole helplessness of the situation—sitting with her hands tied on the toilet cover, naked from the waist down, having a boy using her mouth as a cumbucket, fucking it like it was her pussy— and the distant sensation of the egg vibrator quivering in her mouth and the phone buzzing in her pussy was so degrading that an unexplainable ecstasy took over her.

The last humiliating part of the twisted puzzle, his foul, watery sperm, acted as trigger to bring her to an earth shattering orgasm.

Maybe it was because she had spent almost all her life ordering people around, always looking bossy and self confident even when she was feeling weak; maybe because she never showed who she was to no one, not even her closest friends… she didn't know why but a such painful and violent breaking of her fake world brought her closer to the orgasm.

And the more humiliating it was, the stronger the crack in her phony picture of herself and the world, the more sadomasochistic pleasure she felt. Or maybe it was not…

But all these revelations came in a split of the second and were instantly buried down below, somewhere in the darkest corner of her consciousness. She was pretty good at hiding things from herself. She'd learned that since her childhood years. She had to or else she wouldn't have survived loosing her mother.

Though still craving for air, Asuka's thrashing body started to relax as her girl cum leaked from her open pussy, still vibrating because of the phone, and onto the toilet seat and the floor like a running fountain.

Asuka's body felt drained, sucked dry as she went limp, her head and her back leaning back, almost lying herself down on the toilet seat. She didn't even care anymore if he never removes his dick and if she choke her to death. It all just did not matter to her.

Musashi finally pulled out of her mouth, shaking the last drops onto her beautiful face, which now looked quite messy; her red hair was a disheveled tangle; strings of drool ran down her chin and her neck; her blue eyes were slightly upturned due to her own recent orgasm; her tongue fell out of her mouth, which was still filled with his sperm, a small egg vibrator floating amongst the white puddle; a few drops of his cum clung to her left cheek, right below her nose and above her right eyebrow.

But even then she was astonishing.

Musashi leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Enjoy the taste and then swallow it.”

With her eyes unfocused and her mind still utterly blank, Asuka started to stir his sperm insider her mouth with her pink tongue, as if eating some white porridge if not for the vibrator rolling inside her maw, following the movements of her tongue.

Gently, almost lovingly, Musashi lifted her chin with his right hand, making her mouth close up. The only thing that was sticking out if the corner of her mouth was the pink vibrator's wire.

“Swallow.”

Asuka again showed no resistance as she gulped all of his warm sperm down her throat. She then opened her mouth to show it was perfectly clean, again save for the vibrator.

Musashi patted her head approvingly and pulled the vibrator out. Then with his index finger he traced her upper lip scooping a small drop of his jizz and held it in front of her mouth. Still not back to herself, Asuka stuck out her tongue and licked it off. She was a true goddess. No matter how much of a mess she looked or acted, she was still gorgeous.

A slight buzzing behind Musashi reminded him of the phone still stuck inside the redhead's pussy, and a twisted thought came to his mind.

He got off her and lowered his face between her spread legs, noticing a big amount of girl cum. He stuck his fingers inside her slippery pussy and pulled the still buzzing mobile phone out, almost dropping it since the plastic was so slick that it was quite a task to take a hold of it.

“You should probably answer this, Asuka nee-chan.” He flipped the phone open and pressed it against Asuka's right ear, covering it with her own juices.

Asuka, still lost in her post-orgasm trance, said in a dull, mechanic voice. “Hello…”

“Asuka, its me. You called?”

Even in her state she recognized Shinji's voice. He sounded lifeless, but considering what happened between them it didn't surprise Asuka much. In fact, she herself would have avoided talking to him if she could. There was just too much tension between them since that night, separating them like an invisible wall of Jericho.

At least his voice brought Asuka back to reality. The reality in which she was lying half naked on the toilet seat, and just had an orgasm from sucking her junior's dick.

Musashi, on the other hand, still didn't have enough of her service and, cradling his limp penis in his left hand, slowly approached Asuka's face while pressing the phone in his right hand against her ear. Almost lying down on the toilet seat, the redhead soon found herself facing his wet meat again. He pressed the sloppy purple head against her left cheek, then he slowly dragged his penis along her chin, below her lips, and under her nose, drawing small circles around her eyes, leaving a faint trail of his cum and her own saliva on her fair skin, while the redhead kept talking to Shinji on the phone.

“J-just an accidental dial up.” Asuka's tongue came out and ran all over her lips, the saliva glistening in the light. She was acting like a wanton whore without even realizing that.

Musashi guided his slowly stiffing dick along her cheekbone, reaching her ear shell. Then he drew it back, and, as if using a brush made from flesh, he kept on painting perverted strokes across her face with his juices. And if he it was running dry he had to do was moved his left hand up and down on his shaft to get some pre-cum out so that he could soak the redhead's face completely.

His pre-cum was so hot, feeling like it was scalding her skin where it touched. And so thick, it would not even run off. The hard rod rubbed over her cheeks, his hand pressing her face onto it, unable to escape. She could feel a mask of wetness all over her face as his seed leaked tiny amounts of fluid as it dragged along her soft pretty features, jerking in response to the pleasure it provoked.

Asuka looked up blankly, his penis almost blocking her eyes, rubbing over her nose now. His hand held his cock, making sure the end of it rubbed on her face, pressing the end of it against one of her nostrils, trying to force it inside her nose.

What a wonderful idea. Musashi would have to try it on Asuka some time. He wanted to shoot his cock off in her nostril, forcing his cum inside her nose. His cock was too big to push it in, but if he placed it just right, the piss hole could peek into her nostril, and he could shoot his hot cream inside. If it had enough force, maybe it would shoot to the back of her nose to run down into her throat.

He shifted his hips and slid his dick up her nose line, between her eyes, and then traced it across her forehead, before settling with her eyebrows, drawing his purple tip across the soft hair.

“Ugh …” Asuka moaned. “Stop that!”

Repulsed Asuka tried to push the pervert off herself, but because her hands were still firmly tied behind her back, all she could do was struggle a little in front of his cock.

Not paying attention to her, he once again slid his dick down until it rested under her nose, and then pressed the tip of his penis against the sharp tip, upturning her nose. Then, she felt the rubbery cock head rubbing from her nose down to her lips. The redhead felt it jerk as it touched her moistened lips, moving back and forth, jerking as it felt her hot breath on the sensitive head.

Asuka accidentally stuck her tongue out in reaction to the cock on her lips, touching it. She felt it twitch and a tiny drop of his seed settled on her tongue. It was hot and salty. Even a single drop bathed her entire mouth with the taste again, the thick fluid quickly mixing with her saliva to invade her taste buds.

Yes, it might have been by accident, but it felt so good when her tongue touched the head of his cock. Musashi held his cock to where her lips were slightly parted, waiting patiently, wanting her to do it willingly. His cock jerked when he saw the tip of her tongue move out from between her slightly lips. He looked into her eyes, seeing them pleading with him not to force her to do this. He stared back, his eyes only reflecting his lust to have her mouth service his cock until she sucked the last drop of semen from his balls.

Asuka knew she had no choice. He wanted her mouth again and she could not stop him from making her do his bidding. She let her tongue slip through her lips, startled as she touched the head of his cock again, feeling the heat from the pulsating erection. She could taste the foul tasting fluid again, swallowing, hoping not to gag as it permeated her mouth with the thick taste. She let her tongue move back and forth over the head, feeling the tiny slit on his phallus as it moved back and forth over it. More and more of the seed leaked out, the sticky fluid stretching out into ropey pieces that clung to her lips.

She might hate what she was doing, but she was doing it well.

“Asuka?”

Asuka's eyes widened, so completely lost in her task for a moment that she forgot about the phone pressed against her ear.

Shinji's voice sounded confused. Asuka dryly noted that it was probably the first emotion he showed after that incident. He always sounded so cold and distant since then that she almost forgot that his voice could carry any other emotions.

Not caring about the issues the pair had, Musashi pushed his dick up and down, up and down against her nose, making it move up and back following his movements. It was clear that Asuka was feeling uncomfortable, while talking and having his penis right in front of her eyes, but Musashi made no attempt to make her life easier.

He pulled his cock right next to her lips so that whenever she spoke they would occasionally brush against his hot flesh.

“N-nothing,” she told Shinji, not sure she could keep her voice from betraying what she was really doing. For the millionth time she regretted what she'd done to him. “Just a little tired I guess.”

Musashi pushed her head upwards to look into her eyes as Asuka quickly let her tongue run all around the cock head, passing underneath the ridge, lathering it with her saliva. He could see her humiliation as she soaked his cock, her saliva mixing with his cum to form a salty fluid coating the head. Asuka`s mouth was now in a tiny “O”, her tongue darting in and out, the rough surface of her tongue running over the smooth skin of the head of his cock.

Finally having enough, Musashi pulled away and smiled at her smeared face, as if appreciating a work of art.

“Ah I see…” Shinji said.

A tense silence followed. Such was the case with most of their recent talks - tensed silence, hardly any words spoken. But… something was weird about his voice.

His voice! She could hear it, but not just in the phone. She could hear it in the hall outside the bathroom!

In panic Asuka lowered her voice and hissed.

“Aren't you in class?”

“I asked to go to the bathroom. It's not like they will notice. It's Fuyutsuki sensei's lesson.”

He was right about that one. Though Fuyutski was the well-known teacher of Meta-Biology, and famous even outside their school, his lessons could hardly be called interesting.

But it didn`t change the fact that Shinji was standing just outside the bathroom, where she was laying half naked in a toilet stall, having just been mouth-fucked twice, her hands tied behind her back while and a young pervert held the mobile phone against her ear and ...

What the hell was the dark-skinned hentai doing now?

Musashi moved in front of her, making her scoot her bare legs to the side so he could do so without taking the phone away from her ear. He slapped a slender thigh, signaling she should spread her legs again and began working his magic as soon as she did, rubbing his dick against her red pubic hair, cleaning the remains of the sperm and whatever was left that he didn't rub onto her face. Then he pressed his slick penis into her vagina, winked at her when their eyes met, and thrust it in.

“Aah!” Asuka moaned. Though he wasn't at his full length inside of her, her pussy was still not used to being filled with anything bigger than a finger—at least, not enough that she could do it silently.

“Are you alright?” Shinji asked, but his tone showed an unfamiliar lack of sincerity. It was more like he was being polite to her rather than interested in her wellbeing. Asuka gritted her teeth; she couldn't blame him after what happened. She wanted to. She really did. Shinji had pushed her away, rejected her when she was his for the taking, hurt her.

She wanted to blame the fact that she was completely unlovable on him. But she played along for the sake of politeness. “Aah, I am all r---ugh--right. More important—ah--y-you should go to the lesson.”

Asuka could feel Musashi getting hard inside of her. And it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet, as he was starting to get into it, moving his hips harder and quicker with each thrust.

“Aah, sheiss!” Asuka could feel his pulsing meat deep within her quivering twat. Deeper, she thought, than ever before. Her vaginal muscles clamped around him, clutching him in a strong grip. But she didn't know if she was moaning from pleasure or pain. Or maybe both. Those two things were no longer as distinguishable as they once had been.

The sounds of his body driving into her, and of both their combined weight pressing against the plastic cover of the seat filled the stall. If Shinji would enter inside he would hear it for sure.

On top of that, Musashi's thrusts were making it hard for her to concentrate. Couldn't he wait till she finished speaking at least?

He placed his hands on her knees and spread her white legs even further apart, making her lift her feet of the filthy floor so that only her toes touched the ground. Her legs and her pelvis formed a somewhat perverted M, which allowed him to pierce her with his stiff cock even further and deeper.

“Scheiss!” Asuka didn't want to be so vocal, but Musashi was trying his best to make her.

“You sound weird…” Shinji was saying on the phone.

“Ah! Damn! I am at the nu-urse. I am having some cramps, but—oooh--nothing serious.”

She didn't really want to have sex, not so soon after orgasm. Hell, she didn't want to have any sex at all, but her pussy was throbbing and getting wet again. As if she hadn't been through enough already. What she wanted didn't matter; she had lost control over her own body.

Asuka's naked ass started to feel like it was on fire. Because of the constant moving, it kept on rubbing against the plastic cover of the toilet seat. Though at first it didn't feel bad, now it was slowly starting to hurt. And she was pretty sure that her buttocks looked brightly red because of that by now.

“Gott! Stop!” she whimpered between clenched teeth, moving her head away from the phone to keep Shinji from hearing. Even though Musashi's thrusts were making her louder, she tried to keep her screams low enough. So far she succeeded, but how long could she keep it up?

As long as Musashi wanted her to, that was how long.

She would have ended the conversation already but her hands were tied behind her back and Musashi didn't show any signs of ending the conversation up himself. And if she would say no wonder, she would be just moaning which would be more suspicious.

So she had no choice. Somehow she wasn't getting to make many choices lately.

“Well…um, what would you like to have for dinner?” Shinji's voice sounded almost friendly. Maybe he was trying to get back on good terms? No, it must have been an illusion, a reflection of what her aching heart wanted to be true. After all he'd showed her on plenty of occasions that the only one he cared was that stupid Mana of his.

Suddenly, Musashi plunged so hard into her that she started having a not unreasonable fear that the plastic cover might break in from such vicious force.

“I am--ah!--already full!” she cried into the phone.

Musashi sniggered at that, which earned another threatening `Shut up!' look from the pinned redhead.

“Asuka…” Shinji sounded stiff again, as if trying to say something that he could not find the courage to. “I … I know we haven't been talking lately, and … well, I …”

He was rambling, and Asuka wasn't interested. His voice quickly propped off. All that she could focus on at that moment was that Musashi's hips started to move faster and faster. Asuka had no doubt—she had to finish the conversation now or she would end up screaming with all her might into the phone. Screaming as she came. Screaming Musashi's name and God only knew what else. Shinji, as dimwitted as he was, could know instantly what she was doing.

So she turned her face and quickly, before Musashi could pull it away pressed her head against the phone, trying to push the end button with her tongue.

Though she got her face covered with her own juices it was a small price to pay as she did succeeded in turning the mobile phone off. Musashi almost looked disappointed, but he just shrugged and threw it back into the bag. Luckily he hit his the target; she would have killed him if he broke it.

“Asuka? Hello? Asuka?”

Asuka could barely hear Shinji's voice outside the bathroom as Musashi pressed both his hands against her breasts, which were incredibly still covered by her blouse, and started to knead them. She was slowly starting to loose it again and she knew that. Again she climbed that mountain, waiting for just the right moment to throw herself off.

How the hell could this young boy keep going? Asuka knew he liked energy drinks, but this was ridiculous!

The steps outside the stall hit her like electricity. She had no doubt that it was Shinji.

This way he would find them in counted seconds. Musashi apparently came to the same conclusion and suddenly started to thrust more shallowly but very quickly into her. Because he was not pinning her with his weight now, she could shift around more easily. And it didn't take her long to register that the knot around her hands had loosened thanks of the frantic movement from before.

Asuka pulled her hands free and rubbed her wrists where the necktie bruised her skin.

But she didn't have much time to relax. Musashi, though his thrusts were not as hard as before, was still pumping into her rapidly.

So soon she found herself clasping a hand over her mouth to hold back the moans that threatened to escape. She could hear Shinji—who she assumed was Shinji—taking the stall next to them, shuffle around and then sitting down on it. She couldn't understand what he was doing, but she wished he would do it fast and would be gone as soon as possible because Musashi's penis was just as hard and just as big as before, and she could feel her already feeling her sore pussy tightening up in preparation for another climax!

“Ah!”

A moan came, but Asuka was sure it wasn't from her mouth as she was still covering it with her hand. And it wasn't not from Musashi, either. But if none of them was moaning, then it meant that it was…

“Ah!”

…Shinji—they were Shinji's moans.

Though it was hard to hear, because of the wet sounds that her and Musashi's bodies were making, she could hear somewhat similar wet sounds now coming from Shinji's stall.

And she knew what he was doing. She had seen him doing it once or twice during the time they lived together, or attempting to do it when locked away in his room. She saw the used tissues in the waste basket in the bathroom. She heard him whimpering, heard the heavy breathing and the `fap fap' noise.

He was masturbating.

The oppressiveness of the situation hit Asuka like a heavy hammer.

Here she was sitting naked from the waist down on the plastic cover of the toilet seat with her hands clamped over her mouth while someone shoved his hard dick between her vagina lips and kneading her breasts with his hands, and at the same time the boy that she… cared about was masturbating in a stall next to her. It was so sick!

But the sickest part was still to come, because Asuka knew that Shinji couldn't possibly be masturbating to her. Now that he had a chance to actually fuck her and reject her, she didn't think he would. Not to her. Thus, there was only one other person …

Asuka felt like a bucket of cold water was just poured onto her head.

Yes, in the past she'd always knew that he was masturbating while thinking of her, and even though she always thought it to be disgusting at the same time she was happy that he found her sexy. And whenever she caught him doing that, she would give him a few additional flashes of her panties or her cleavage that evening… just to make sure he kept having very specific dreams about her and not some other girl.

That all changed when Mana Kawashima stepped in. Suddenly she was clinging on to Shinji, she was at the center of his attention, and it was her that Shinji started to go out with. And Asuka had no doubt, none whatsoever, that it was her whom Shinji masturbated to now.

Was she not even worth being his masturbation material anymore?

Mana, Mana, MANA! Asuka was so sick of her, of him, of the relationship they had! Mana was always so nice, cute and sweet around him, but the looks she threw behind his back … Asuka knew she was just a two-faced bitch. After all, she herself was a master at deceiving and could smell a fraud miles away.

Asuka hated the doll for her passivity, but at least she wasn't like Mana. Rei Ayanami really, genially liked Shinji and would not plot anything behind his back.

Anger, jealousy, insecurity, and many different emotions started to swirl in Asuka's head.

Shinji didn't even look at her anymore; he would always turn his eyes away. Obviously, so that he could masturbate to Kirishima later. He could not hug her, kiss her back or even have sex--plain stupid sex--with her, but he could do all that to that witch—that fucking boyfriend-stealing bitch.

Well fuck him! Fuck them! Fuck everything!

With blazing anger in her blue eyes, Asuka turned her head towards Musashi and looked right into his dark eyes. Her hands left her mouth and moved towards him. But instead of trying to push him away she reached behind him. Each of her palms rested on his dark, muscular buttocks, and with a strong, commanding pull of her hands she made him plunge deep into her.

Surprised but aroused at the same time by such sudden change in her actions, Musashi let her hands dictate the tempo.

Asuka made him go deeper and deeper, harder and harder into her. Soon both their bodies were squirming madly on the toilet seat, welded together by the grip of her pussy on his hard cock.

Small drops of his sweat dropped on her face but she didn't care about it anymore. She was also sweating rivers herself. Even the plastic cover was getting slick and slippery. But she didn't feel disgust; she didn't feel lust. All that she felt was anger—burning anger that spread within her like an inferno, making it feel as though all of her inner organs had ignited in the immense heat.

Her nails dug painfully into Musashi's skin as she forced him to smash his body against hers. It hurt her, the way he was almost jumping on her and penetrating past her distended cervix, but Asuka just breathed through her gritted teeth, her hands never easing up the pressure on his buttocks.

Musashi needed no such encouragement. He was plunging as deep into her as he could, harder and harder as if trying to fuck all the sense out of her.

But as he kept on pumping into her, panting like mad, it was as if the lust had all gone--whenever she opposed, he could always pick out a hot, seething stream of lust coursing in her veins begging to be released, but now she was acting more like Ayanami did.

No, Ayanami had more feelings than the girl who was now digging her hands into his buttocks with her legs crossed behind him.

Her crystal blue eyes showed something broken. Not physically, and not mentally. Not in the same way that she'd broken before when her faēade shattered into a thousand pieces and her budding lust erupted from beneath. No, it was something else. And that something he thought he could understand, because it had broken within him, too. When he saw Mana dating Ikari.

Musashi knew what it felt like—to have a secret wish snatched away, to feel sorry for yourself. And Asuka was going through that now.

But he wouldn't let her reach him. He wouldn't. He couldn't. She was a joke. Juts a stupid slut trying to act high and mighty. And he would break her--sexually, emotionally, morally, whatever--no matter what it costs, not because it was what SHE wanted but because it was what he wanted. It would be his ultimate victory against the pain, the perfect joke to laugh it all off. To make Ikari sorry he'd taken Mana away from him.

Musashi gritted his teeth and pushed harder, like he wanted to fuck them both underground.

It was what Asuka wanted, too. She wanted him to go deeper and harder into her, to fuck her pain away, so that she could forget about Shinji, so that she would have another layer of shining armor against the pain that her aching heart was feeling.

She didn't care if he saw her or not. She was just too angry, too jealous, too desperate right now to care. She squeezed her hands against Musashi's ass, making him drive into her. Her legs crossed around his waist made sure he would not break free.

She wanted him to fuck her, to hurt her, imagining that it would somehow hurt Shinji too. But deep inside she knew that he didn't care for her. He would care for her only as a childhood friend, like he cared for his other friends, like he cared for some freaking homeless cat he found on the corner of the street - but she didn't want him such care! She didn't want his pity!

That's why she wanted Musashi's pulsating cock deeper inside of her. That's why her hands were making him bump into her like crazy, that's why she was ignoring the pain from her bruised buttocks…

“Uhm, is there anyone in here?”

It was Shinji. Even as dumb as he was he could understand from the loud thumping sounds from the neighboring stall that someone may be in there.

But now she didn't care if he heard. No, she wanted him to hear. Part of her mind cynically even wondered if he would masturbate to the picture of his childhood redheaded friend sprawled on the toilet seat, all slick from the sweat as a boy that she barely knew spread her wanton vagina with his stiff cock.

“Ah! Fuuuck!” Musashi drove into her again. And she loved it. He was pinning her to the toilet seat, squashing Asuka's round bum their combined weight and making it slide on the wet surface of the lid. The plastic was so slick that it was almost like it was ice. She dully wondered if they would fall off the seat completely. She didn't really care, though; he could keep ruthlessly fucking her on the bathroom floor.

It seemed like the whole stall started to sway from the frenzied movements of both teenagers' sweaty hips.

“E-excuse me, are you alright?”

But the only response to Shinji's question was the increasing sound of thumping, wet smacks and moans coming from the stall next to him.

Asuka looked down to her wet pussy and at the glistering cock sliding in and out of it, her thighs and butt pressed against the slippery plastic, sliding up and down on it. It was as grotesque show but now she was feeling something stronger than just disgust.

Shinji knocked against the stall wall separating him. “Should I get help?”

Only he would think that someone was having trouble in such a situation, Asuka thought angrily.

But this time Musashi's voice answered him. “Listen, pal. Me and my girlfriend are having some fun in here. You don't mind, right?”

“N-no,” came Shinji's embarrassed response.

Asuka could imagine his lost and red face as he stumbled out of the stall with his pants down his legs, trying to get out of the place as soon as he could. “Aaah!” she moaned through her gritted teeth, much louder than needed. “Yessss! Harder, you asshole! Fuck me HARDER!”

Even Musashi seemed surprised.

“I'm COMING!” she howled. “Yessss! Fucking wimp, make me cum!”

And then Asuka heard the bathroom door slam shut, signaling that Shinji Ikari had finally escaped. In an instant, she went numb. She didn't reach a climax. In fact, she never was close to it. Her hands slowly released Musashi's buttocks and her legs fell limp at each side of the seat as he continued to pump her.

Her body was lifelessly sliding up and down on the wet plastic of the toilet seat. She looked more like a broken doll rather than a bitch in heat.

Only one thing Asuka could not understand—why there were tears running down her cheeks?

“Is the show finally over?” Musashi asked a sarcastically, but his voice lacked the usual snide tone to it, just like his movements lacked their usual edge and energy. He was now moving more like because he had to.

They were hardly the same heated couple from just a few moments ago.

A few more thrusts and finally Asuka could feel his warm seed spread inside of her pussy. But now all feelings had drained from her and she was totally indifferent to it. She watched emptily as Musashi pulled his limping cock out of her pussy lips, letting a think stream of his jizz run down her entrance towards her ass and pool on the plastic toilet seat.

She now started to wonder why and what she was doing. This was getting complex and she always liked to keep things simple. But as always when it came to Shinji Ikari, nothing turned out simple.

Asuka slowly pushed him off her, slid to the edge of the toilet seat, and stood up. She had trouble standing straight at first, but soon she was balanced well enough on her legs, though her knees were weak and treated to buckle. She could feel Musashi's sperm ruining down the inner side of her left thigh.

Whatever.

Silently, she squatted down to pick up her skirt and panties.

Musashi stopped her. “Asuka nee-chan, there are still a few things we have to do.”

“What?” Asuka looked at him over her shoulder. She didn't even have the strength to glare at him as she normally would. She was tired, hungry, empty; she wanted to crawl under her bed sheets and stay there forever.

“This.” He pointed at a small thin plastic thing in his hand, which he had retrieved while she wasn't looking. It looked like a small dildo, shaped weirdly, like a bullet, starting very thin and narrow and getting thicker as it went on before finally becoming narrow again, and it had a wide circular base like no other dildo Asuka had ever seen. She could also see some the usual spark return back to his eyes.

Asuka arched her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “And?”

“Suck onto this, nee-chan. Make sure you cover it real good.”

Not really understanding what he was up to, Asuka placed the thing in her mouth. It wasn't very big, but smooth and rubbery, and not very unpleasant to hold it in her mouth. After all, recently she had been holding much worse stuff there.

Musashi pulled it out as soon as she was finished covering it with her saliva.

He motioned for her to turn around and when she reluctantly did, he placed a hand down on her shoulder and gave her a slight push. Asuka had become used to his manners and knew what he wanted before he said it.

“Bend down,” he added anyway.

Still confused, Asuka bent down. Was he going to fuck her from behind? Or will he insert that dildo thing into her? It wouldn't be so bad, as it wasn't really that big. Of course, for Asuka such a thing would have been enormous a few weeks ago, but now, when she was fucked quite a number of times every day, such a dildo really started to look small.

She didn't really liked to have anything inside her pussy, even the egg vibrator was irritating, but compared to Musashi's stinky thick dick she'd rather have this.

Yet, Musashi showed no hurry. He sat down on the edge of the seat, and placed his hand under his chin as if watching some mysterious painting in front of him--the sweaty, slightly red naked ass of Asuka Sohryu Langley could certainly be called artwork.

Asuka was starting to feel uncomfortable with his stare. “W-what is it?”

“Nothing, nee-chan, you just have a gorgeous ass, you know,” he said. “I could look at it all day.” With that he extended his left arm and stroked her round globes. The feeling of her warmth, her silky skin, and the wetness of her sweat were almost too enchanting to bear.

Her buttocks were perfectly round and firm but not to the point where he would call them too muscular. Her skin was white, though at this moment her buttocks were red from the vigorous fucking just moments ago. A white string of sperm ran down her inner thigh, adding a splendid touch to the whole image. It was almost perfect. Almost.

“Asuka, nee-chan, reach behind you and spread your buttocks for me,” he ordered.

But Asuka angrily turned her head away. Considering that she was leaning forward and was presenting him with a full view of her pussy and ass, it looked too childish to argue about such a little thing. Predictably, Musashi was slightly irritated by what had happened earlier so he was in no mood for her usual runaround.

Slap! His palm hit her naked flesh hard. She felt it even more because of the wetness of her skin.

“I'm not feeling very patient, Asuka nee-chan. Do it now. We still have things left to do.”

Unwillingly, Asuka reached behind her peach shaped ass and spread her naked buttocks apart, revealing her small anus in between. It looked like a little brown starfish, puckered tightly.

Asuka felt a rush of bright red anger and humiliation dye her cheeks once again. But she obediently kept her hands on her globes and held them as far as she could. Musashi sat there for a moment, enjoying the view of the beautiful redhead spreading her ass for him, but as he said himself, there were still some unfinished things to do.

The boy got up to bring his face closer to Asuka's parted ass crack, and blew air at her asshole. The unexpected stimulation of her sensitive spot made the redhead squirm.

Another hard slap on her naked ass resounded within the stall.

“I said stay still.” Musashi then gathered saliva in his mouth and spit right into her brown little hole. Then, he put his index finger on it and started to rub it around her muscular ring, slowly, teasingly, making it clear where he was going next.

Asuka rose to the tips of her toes as his first slick finger pressed into her puckered rosebud, passing the muscled barrier of her anus. But there was nowhere for her to run. All she could do was press her sweaty brow against the soothing cool surface of the stall doors.

Musashi felt her little hole twitching around the tip of his finger. He allowed a few moments for her to adjust to the intrusion before he spat again, aiming at the place where his finger was stretching her cute asshole to better lubricate it with his saliva. There were some small bubbles of drool visible at her puckered up entrance as his finger slid up her ass to the second knuckle.

Asuka whimpered. She never liked having anything in her ass. Musashi could see her slender fingers tense on her round flesh. Her nails dug into her white skin, making the valley between her two globes widen even more.

Slowly, he started curling up his finger inside her asshole. Her inner walls felt hot and tight, yet had the same amazing softness that her pussy and her mouth. Asuka`s legs buckled slightly as he wiggled his finger around before burying it all the way into her bowels. This made Asuka struggled harder, though it didn't change the fact that she remained pinned to the door with a finger in her virgin butt.

Another loud slap from his free hand onto her soft bum stopped her struggle. Wordlessly, he started to push a second finger into her. Though he only managed to work his tip into it, it was still enough to make the young redhead hiss loudly in pain through her clenched teeth.

Deciding that this was the furthest he could go for now, Musashi started to pull back his fingers.

There was an embarrassingly loud plop sound once his last finger left the warm hideout of her anus. Then Musashi spat onto her brown, puckered hole again and again, rubbing it all into her with his thumb. Though Asuka's head shook few times from one side to the other, making her golden-red mane dance around her shoulders before falling down to cover her sweaty face, she kept her hands stretching her buttocks for him, and her slender legs spread.

Once he was finally satisfied he took the small dildo that Asuka was forced to suck a few moments ago and carefully placed it against her anal entrance.

Asuka considered running away, but where could she go? And even though she never had anything placed in her butt before, she could guess that what Musashi could do if she really angered him would be a few times worse. Besides the thing wasn't that big, right?

So, in the end Asuka did nothing but bite her lips hard and try to stretch her ass as far as possible, now really putting her heart into it as she hoped it would ease up the pain.

She felt slight pressure against her sphincter, and braced herself when she felt the thing slide in, but because of all the lubrication the rubber plug glided smoothly against her anal walls despite it being her first time. It was cold as it moved deeper and deeper inside her warm bowels. Her anus ring was opening and closing around the intruder, like a cute little brown mouth trying take in a big piece of food.

It kept sliding in, until Asuka finally felt the warm touch of his thumb against her sensitive, fully stuffed, rubber packed bud.

The damn thing certainly felt few times bigger than it looked. It was spreading her insides much more than she would have expected. Yet even though it hurt it wasn't unbearable. More than that it was uncomfortable and unusual, but not entirely alien. It felt very much like she had to go use the toilet, except that it was a plug inside of her rather than feces.

Musashi leaned in and placed a small peck on her right sweaty buttock. “Good girl,” he said. “Now lets get you dressed up and go to Keita's house.”

“What?!” Asuka asked in a grumpy voice while standing up straight and rubbing her ass. “You mean it's not over?”

“Nope, Asuka nee-chan. This is the preparation for the second part of your punishment.”

“Second part?” She didn't like the sound of it

“Yes, we still have lots of fun things to do,” he said calmly, pointing to the bag from which he took the dildo with a grin.

There was something else in it, but Asuka could not imagine what it was. She wasn't sure if she wanted to find out, either, as it was guaranteed to be nasty and degrading. But the one thing she was certain of was that she would, whether she wanted to or not, and all too soon for her liking.