Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ TABOO PARALLEL ❯ Stage 04: What The Catgirl Dragged In ( Chapter 5 )

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TABOO PARALLEL


Stage 04: What The Catgirl Dragged In.



Asuka pressed her back against the wall, waiting for Keita's front door to open. She had trouble in standing straight, as she still could not adjust to the full sensation from her plugged anus. It was like she had to use the bathroom, as her body wanted to expel the intruding object, except for the fact that this was no natural urge.

For the first ten minutes she was walking in a weird and comical way, eliciting a few curious looks at school and on street. Musashi walked slowly on purpose, fully aware that with each step Asuka could feel that alien thing moving inside her stretched rectum. Eventually she got more used to it, allowing her to walk somewhat normally though it still felt like she was holding back the world's biggest bowel movement. Needless to say, sitting on the train while the little rubber bulb pushed itself deeper inside her was also uncomfortable.

But it was not painful. In fact, the sensation of fullness brought with it a pleasantness that didn't seem possible. An expectation that she would soon get to release her load and she would feel much better, and the longer she held on to it the more pleasant that release would be.

Hearing the door being unlocked, Asuka turned around to get inside as quickly as possible… and stopped in her tracks.

“W-Wondergirl?” She wasn't sure what she expected to see but a completely naked Rei Ayanami opening the door was not on the list.

And yet there stood the blue-haired doll, completely naked like the day she was born, with thick beads of sweat on her porcelain white skin. Her soft face was coated with dried-up saliva, tears, and cum. She had angry red marks at her wrists and ankles, as if from being bound, and her eyes were ringed by dark shadows from sleeplessness which made her look as though wearing a burglar's mask.

Even if Asuka didn't care for her, that didn't keep her from noticing how she looked physically exhausted. They made quite a pair, one naked and utterly submissive, a human rag doll made for slapping around, the other with a plug in her ass and disheveled school uniform and hair. But while they shared the same destiny, it didn't bring them any closer.

No doubt Rei's torment had gone on even longer than her own, something that pleased the redhead immensely.

Asuka didn't get a chance to gloat, as Musashi suddenly bumped her ass with the heavy duffel bag he was holding, making her beautiful face distort and a yelp escape her lips.

Didn't the bastard know that right now her bottom was ten times more sensitive than usual?

She turned her head around, ready to complain. Musashi stood there with a confident, boyish grin on his handsome face. Asuka mentally berated herself even noticing these traits—she had to stop thinking of Musashi like that!

“We don't have all day, Asuka nee-chan,” he said, again thrusting the bag against her rump to urge her along. It sent shockwaves right to the plug in her ass through the layers of her skirt, panties, and her own flesh. “Get in.”

Bitting back her reply, Asuka dropped her head in resignation and brushed wordlessly past Rei, catching a heavy whiff of sex and sweat on the albino. It was a disgusting reminder of what she had been up to all day, and Asuka thought other people could probably smell something similar on her.

Once inside, she took off her shoes in the hall and then, socks rustling on the carpet, entered the familiar and much-hated living room. Musashi followed behind her, though not before giving Rei a grope, and finally the blue-haired closed the door, not once having acknowledged her nudity nor the fact that she was made to open the front door in such a state. If any of the neighbors were looking, they would have certainly seen her.

Keita was sitting on the sofa, also completely naked, cleaning of his sweat with a towel. “Heya!” he greeted, rising his right hand.

Asuka just turned her head away with a humph.

“Waah! Saucy! Musashi, why is Asuka nee-chan so angry?”

“Oh! She has many reasons,” Musashi said, standing behind Asuka. His hand gently caressed her round buttocks though her school uniform. “Well, lets go to Keita's bedroom to prepare for the evening.”

His hand smacked her left bum, but Asuka refused to give in and remained standing still. Not to be thwarted, Musashi's hand pinched her bottom and twisted his fingers, finally making her hiss. “Stop playing around, nee-chan. Lets go.”

Unwillingly, Asuka followed Musashi to the bedroom.

Rei, meanwhile, trudged tiredly back to Keita. Without looking at him or saying anything, and without being told, she dropped to her hands and knees in front of the sofa, allowing Keita to drape the towel over her alabaster back as if she were nothing more than a human towel rack. Her head hung low, and in the short time Asuka saw her holding this posture she noticed her flustered muscles were twitching. Evidently Rei was doing this even before being sent to open the door.

Keita said earlier that he'd told Rei to clean his toilet or he would make her lick it. Asuka wondered how that went. Maybe she would get a chance to ask.

Sucks to be you, Wondergirl, Asuka thought in bemusement. They might treat me like a whore but at least I'm not their fucking furniture.

Keita's bedroom wasn't really anything special. She had expected more, though she didn't really know what. The most notable features were the wide luxurious bed and a big mirror on the eastern wall. But Asuka wasn't here to evaluate how good or bad the bedroom was.

“Let's get started,” Musashi said, setting the bag down.

Asuka knew in an instant what he meant. Her body working on automatic, she started stripping. Soon she was standing only in her worm panties and white socks. She looked up at Musashi, hoping for something impossible, but he just gestured for her to carry on with a flick of his hand.

Asuka took off her socks first, and then pulled down her panties, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. And there she stood - completely naked except for her hair-clips and the butt-plug wedged in her anus. She draped an arm across her chest and used her other hand to hide her soft pussy, the big mirror and her anxiety over what Musashi had planned making her feel suddenly very self-conscious.

Musashi, still not saying anything, took something black and furry from the bag and threw it at her.

Asuka picked up the items with a mix of shame and curiosity. It looked like some sort of furry two-piece swim suit. The top was made of fake black fur, and the cut somewhat resembled a strapless bra. The bottom reminded her of black panties, though also made of black fur. In addition to these, there were a pair of black cat ears and four furry bracelet-like things, and a furry black cat's tail.

Though Asuka was suspicious about the clothing, it was better than being naked. She quickly put the furry top and panties on. The top felt kind of tight and it wasn't very big, barely covering her breasts. The panties were also tight, but not much different than regular underwear. These clothes just didn't leave much of room for imagination.

Now dressed up, Asuka turned at Musashi.

He juts shook his head. “You haven't put everything on.”

With those words, he closed the distance between them and lifted up the cat ears from the floor. He reached behind her head and took off her hair clips, sending beautiful waves of golden-red hair rolling down and around her shoulders, and carefully set the black cat into place.

“You look much better this way.” He smiled at her.

Asuka shifted her legs in discomfort. Somehow not having her usual hair-clips in their place made her feel more vulnerable than usual.

Musashi then picked up all four furry bracelets and, after signaling for her to hold out her hands, placed two of them on her wrists and the other two on her ankles. They didn't serve really much purpose, as they were too soft to be handcuffs and too small to be considered real clothing, but they definitely made her look more like a cat.

Looking down at the tail, the redhead had little doubts that it will be attached to her as well, though she could not understand how.

And, indeed, Musashi picked up the tail and stepped behind her. But after running his palm down her furry panties-clothed bottom, he muttered. “Weird. There are no pins or something to attach it to.”

Asuka's lips turned into a tiny smile. Well, sorry little pervert, but some things are just not meant to be, she thought.

Her smirk was short lived, however, as Musasshi patted her ass and pointed to the bed.

“Climb up and stay on all fours.”

Though she wasn't very eager—when was she?—Asuka climbed up on the bed and remained still, supporting herself with bent legs and arms. She tried not to look at the mirror on the wall, both for the disgraceful outfit and position she was holding.

She heard Musashi taking something from a drawer behind her, before finally returning to face her shapely rear. She caught a flash of silver. Not wanting to turn her head she had no choice but to look at the mirror, and saw a pair of scissors in the boy's hands. A shiver of fear ran down her spine as he bent over and started cutting the panties right above the area of her asshole.

She felt the touch of his fingers and the touch of the steel on her round bottom. Finally, he moved away, admiring his work and gesturing for Asuka to take a look. The redhead turned her body on the bed, crawling on all fours so that she could see her ass in the mirror.

The black furry panties remained the same but for one detail: there was now a heart-shaped hole revealing her little brown starfish and the flat base of the butt-plug.

Asuka started to have second thoughts about this attire. This heart shaped opening, showing her sphincter, looked much more perverse than if she would have been naked. But it was obvious that Musashi had his reasons for wanting her this way, and, no matter how hard it was for her to admit it, there was nothing she could do besides submit.

He moved around her and climbed on the bed, cat tail in hand, blocking her view. Asuka felt his fingers poking the skin around the fleshy ring of her bud. She turned away, not wanting to see the butt-plug slowly being coaxed out of her gapping anus. Then Musashi moved his hand over the cleft of her ass, and when he was done she could feel something soft brushing against her sensitive skin.

Looking over her shoulder again, she could see her suspicions had come true - a black furry tail had been attached to her butt plug and was now hanging down playfully between her legs.

The transformation was complete. On the mirror was a completely different redhead, free-falling hair giving her a wild look, a pair of black cat ears placed on top of her head, wearing an equally black bikini cat costume tightly wrapped around her body, black furry bracelets strapped around her ankles and wrists, and a furry black cat tail hanging from a heart-shaped whole above her anus.

All the blackness seemed to emphasize the witness of her skin, at the same time making her look like gracious, wild kitten.

It looked sexy even to Asuka. She could easily imagine Shinji getting a massive nosebleed from such attire but... it wasn`t for his eyes. And she was pretty sure he would have preferred to see Mana in these clothes instead of her anyway. He wouldn't be interested in having her like this. She had dressed herself extremely provocatively for him before, and he wouldn't give her a second look—he wouldn't give her a first look! Asuka had to jump his bones and even then he wouldn't touch her or kiss her or anything.

Shinji … the least he could do was look at her. She'd done it all for him. Of course, now she knew why; he'd chosen Mana over her. He'd rather it have been Mana in the nightgown, like he'd rather have Mana in this cat outfit.

But just as she was about to head down that road of anger and self-loathing, Musashi patted her head and said, “This is the final phase of your punishment, nee-chan. You will be our pet for this evening.”

Asuka looked suspiciously at him while trying to clear her head. Thinking constantly of Shinji would keep making things worse for her. “Isn't it too much punishment for a single thing?”

Musashi tugged her hair. “It's not for you to complain. Besides, you might even enjoy it.”

Asuka was doubtful. No matter how much they humiliated her in the past, or that she actually had some earth-shattering orgasms from it, she was still repulsed at the idea of being someone's sex slave. And now she was supposed to be a pet? Even for one day. Her pride was desperately fighting against it, but she simply had nowhere and nothing to hold on to.

Another tug on her hair brought her back to reality.

“From now on you are not allowed to talk,” Musashi said. “You are a cat tonight and you will act like a cat. Yes, you're a dirty little kitten. Now sit up.”

Asuka wasn't even given time to think about it as his hand yanked her hair immediately, bringing her into the position he wanted, sitting on her heels. But he kept on pulling her head backwards, making her arch her spine and thrust her breasts forwards.

“Good. Keep it this way.” With that he took a hold of her furry bra and placed the scissors right on the place where her left nipple was.

While it was unpleasant when he was cutting the fabric around her asshole, now Asuka was really afraid that he might cute her nipple off, specially considering how tight the fabric was wrapped around her body. She almost said as much.

Musashi was thinking ahead of her. He pulled the fabric of the bra's right cup with his fingers, stretching it outwards, and carefully cut out a small hole which allowing her already erected nipple and pink areola to stick out through it. It gave Asuka the strange feeling of being exposed, like the hole on her furry panties did.

He didn't take long before doing the same thing with the left cup, and pinched playfully on her uncovered nipple before moving back to admire his work. Now both the pointed tips of Asuka's breasts were sticking out throw the holes cut in the bra. There were small bits of her white skin showing but on the whole it looked like she had a furry chest, capped by pink nipples.

“And now the finishing touch.” Musashi took something out of his pocket.

At first Asuka could not clearly see what but soon she realized they were two small bells on thin threads of yarns ending with even smaller loops. She turned up an eyebrow.

Musashi rang the bells before her eyes and with a smile leaned towards her breasts. Asuka didn't like where this was going. He took her right tit between two fingers and pulled it out towards him. Ignoring the wincing redhead, he lassoed one of the yarn loops around her erected and now stretched nipple, then gently closed the loop around the hard tit. Feeling the thin thread dig into her sensitive flesh almost made Asuka scream, but luckily Musashi decided that the tightness was enough and went back to doing same thing to her left nipple.

After the initial shock, Asuka felt that the pain was tolerable. It hurt more when she moved her body, obviously, which caused the bell jingle and sway, and made the redhead much more aware about the weight hanging from her nipple—nipples, Asuka sourly corrected herself, feeling another loop close tightly around her poor left tit.

It was hard for Asuka to concentrate. Sure, the bells were not that heavy, but since they were being help up by her sensitive nipples they were heavier than they looked. Already she could feel her pink tits getting stretched downwards.

Musashi flipped each of the bells playfully with his index finger, making them bounce and jingle loudly. Asuka grit her teeth again, letting out a hiss.

“Looks good doesn't it, Asuka nee-chan?”

Asuka unhappily looked at the metal bits now hanging from the pointed pink tips of her nipples sticking out of holes on the furry bra. “They look stupi--Ngh!” Her face twitched as Musashi tugged the right bell further down.

“Awww, don't say that. You'll hurt my feelings. Now, lets finish this up.”

With that he took out a brown leathern collar with a long leash and what looked like a teardrop-shaped nametag attached to it. Not saying anything else, he brushed her long hair aside and locked the collar around her white throat. It wasn't really uncomfortable, much less compared to those damn bells on her nipples, but it was really humiliating.

Asuka curled up her fingers, feeling her nails dig into her skin, but she knew she was totally helpless in this situation.

A tug on the leash once again directed her attention to Musashi.

“Well how about showing Keita what we did here?” He pulled the leash, clearly meaning to walk her towards the door.

Asuka really wanted just to beat this self-conceited little bastard to a pulp, but at the same she also wanted for this horrible day to be over as soon as possible. That wasn't likely to happen if she failed to play along. And, despite her best efforts to distance herself from what was happening, there was still the fact that being treated like an animal was starting to make her horny. Again.

That confused her as much as it troubled her. She didn't understand what or how such a thing was possible, but not a whole lot about her urges made sense anymore. It was best to just let them be, accept that they existed, and not try to analyze them. She might not like what she found.

So, for now, Asuka determined to follow Musashi, carefully shuffling off the bed and standing on her bare feet and trying to keep the bells from swaying too much. But suddenly Musashi stopped and turned around.

“Asuka nee-chan, aren't you forgetting something?” he said, wagging his finger.

Asuka frowned at him, dumbfounded. “What do you--?“

A very strong tug on her leash made her stumble towards Musashi, the bells on her nipples swaying and jingling like mad. She yelped in pain as he grabbed a handful of her loose red hair.

“You are a cat!” yelled in her face. “Walk on four legs like they do, and no talking. The only thing you can say is `Nyah!' I'm sure someone as clever as you can pick it up, right? This is my last warning!”

Musashi forced her head down, still holding her by her hair, until she was bending over at his feet. He let her hair go but kept her leash taut, and Asuka, crimson with anger, pain and embarrassment, slowly lowered herself to her knees and shifted her body forwards so that she then stood on all fours, just as he wanted her. It was beyond humiliating, but the heat from between her legs started to soak into the gusset of the furry panties.

Once again Musashi turned around, and resumed walked to the door while pulling insistently on her leash. The redhead followed him like an obedient pet, biting her lips.

Was she really Asuka Langley Sohryu? This pathetic girl had very little to do with the strong willed school idol she was supposed to be. But here she was, dragging her tail, lead by a leash, and bruising her bare knees against the hard surface of the floor as bells dangled from her nipples and jingled as she went. How low she had fallen.

And there was no telling how much lower they would make her go.


*

Keita was still sitting naked on the sofa, his arms spread wide, comfortably resting against the lush cushions, a satisfied grin all over his face. Disgusted, Asuka noted that his limp penis looked small and nasty. But it soon started to get hard as he noticed Musashi—or more exactly, his redhead `pet' slowly crawling into the room on all fours.

Seeing his grin widen, Asuka tried to back away but a strong tug on her leash forced her to continue the humiliating parade. The bells around her pink nipples didn't make her life any easier. As if the annoying sounds that they made with her every move weren't bad enough, with each passing minute they felt heavier on her poor, super-sensitive nipples.

At least doll wasn't in here anymore. That was probably the only good thing Asuka could see in her current situation.

“Wow! What a cute pet we have there!” Keita clasped his hands and called Asuka to him, as if he was calling a pet. “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.”

Asuka turned her head away from Keita, looking empathically forward.

“Angry little pet,” he said.

Muasashi patted her head. She tried to shake off his annoying hand, but it was useless as he grabbed her hair and jerked her head a couple of times. “My patience isn't limitless, pet.”

Asuka, though unwillingly, bowed her head in submission.

For now.

“Good kitty, good kitty.” Musashi started caressing and patting her blond-red head. Though Asuka didn't particularly enjoy his touch it was still better than the other things that she knew he could do, so she stayed calm, allowing him to pat her even if it was utterly humiliating. “How about some nice milk to calm you down?”

As if hearing him, Rei appeared from the kitchen carrying a red plastic bowl in her hands. She was still completely naked, her white breasts moving slightly with each movement she made. Without even looking at the redhead, she placed the bowl next to Asuka's face.

Asuka frowned at the rather strong stench coming from it. She threw a quick glance at the `milk' and gagged. Her empty stomach turned, wanting to be sick.

There, in the red plastic bowl that would normally only be suited for feeding animals, was indeed some milk. But it was mixed with something else, something thicker, tackier and stinkier. It looked like it was filled with some kind of white-yellow snot. Asuka immediately knew what it was from the look and the smell.

Feeling nausea building, she lifted her face towards Musashi, who smiled down at her.

“This,” he pointed at the bowl, “is your milk, kitty. But we figured out that juts milk might not have enough protein for such a growing animal as yourself so some of the boys who didn't get their prize in the bathroom, you know, the ones you rejected earlier, kindly gave some of their semen for you to have a tasty snack. Enjoy your meal. I know you must be hungry.”

Asuka was hungry—famished, really. But that was beside the point.

She stared at him in shock, unable to decide whether to scream at him or beg him not make her do it. In the end it would do no good. Musashi would have it his way and arguing would only prolong her punishment, which already was way too long for her liking. And it wasn't like she hadn't already ingested lots of cum; aside from her breakfast she'd eaten noting but all day. Maybe it would taste better with milk.

Squeezing her eyes shut and fighting the urge to be sick, Asuka lowered her face to the bowl. She tentatively dipped the tip of the tongue into the milk and sperm mix—actually, it was sperm mixed with milk as there were more sperm than milk in there.

It wasn't better. It was worse.

The redhead cringed at the foul taste, gagging almost as soon as the first glob touched her tongue. The milk did not help at all to subdue the awful feeling on her taste buds. In fact, it only made things worse, as if the semen alone were not bad enough. All that Asuka could hope for was to not throw up into the bowl or else Musashi might want to make her drink that up as well.

But Musashi wasn't exactly pleased, either. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, carefully avoiding loosening the black cat ears from her hair but not being careful that it didn't hurt her hair roots.

Looking straight into her eyes, he shook his right hand, making Asuka's head roll back and front few times. “This is not the way cats drink milk! They do not close their eyes and they are eager to taste it. Show some spirit!”

That was beyond stupid - how could she show some spirit in doing something she was forced into, and that was utterly repulsive?

“Well, I—” a much stronger tug on her hair reminded her that she is not allowed to talk. Looking questioningly at him, she hastily corrected, “Nyah?”

It seemed like this at least brought some appreciation from the boy. He released her hair and patted her head in a kind manner. “Yes, that's the way. Now, dig in into your tasty treat!”

Though still reluctant, Asuka tried to act as if she was indeed very eager about it. She kept her eyes open when she leaned back in, watching the offensive mixture in the plastic bowl slowly getting more disgusting with each inch.

Because of the whiteness of the milk, she could see that the sperm wasn't really the same color, but more yellowish-white, standing out from the real milk that was poured in. It was thicker, too. There were some dark, curly pubic hairs decorating the slop as well. With her eyes open, she not only had to deal with the horrible taste and smell but with the horrible look of it, and somehow she was supposed make herself look eager.

Asuka extended her tongue and started wiggling it back and forth as if she really was exited to have a taste as soon as possible. Only a few centimeters away from the bowl, however, the leash pulled taut, holding her back and preventing her pink tongue from coming near mixture of white milk and yellowish spunk.

“Mmmmnnnngh…” Her tongue wiggled in the air, reaching towards the stuff. Knowing that there was no other way out, she tensed her muscles and tried to push forward against the leash, grunting in frustration. From the side she really looked like a cat eager to start lapping upon her reward. Nothing was more humiliating than this, neither the furry black bikini, nor the tail butt-plug, nor the bells, nor the cat ears.

She needed to try her best to taste the horrible bowl filled with sperm and milk if she wanted to make Musashi happy, but already she could feel her throat gagging and yet had to fight over it.

Finally Musashi's hand gave in, allowing Asuka's face drop into the sperm.

It took all she had not to close her eyes. Her tongue moved up and down, just like a kitten's, lapping her terrible milk. But she wasn't really used on drinking this way, and although her tongue went into the jizz smoothly and managed to scoop up some of the stuff most of it ended up landing on her upper lip or tip of her nose rather than in her mouth.

The half-German girl felt her stomach muscles twitch, as wave after wave of nausea started to hit her. Even thinking that she was lapping on some salty, awfully smelling, tacky cream did not save her.

Musashi pulled on her leash, making her aware he was watching. As she returned her tongue to the bowl she felt more of the sperm-milk filling her mouth and running down her throat. She gagged badly, but somehow managed to keep herself lapping. Sometimes the sperm felt watery, sometimes more thick and gummy, sometimes it was so solid that it was like small yellowish clots whenever her tongue touched it - but in all cases it had an atrocious taste. And it was slowly filling her.

It felt like she was swallowing already cold snot. No, it tasted more horrible than just snot, and Asuka, with each gulp had to fight nausea from anew.

Hearing her was as disgusting as watching her. The wet sounds of her tongue, and the many gagging, choking, heaving noise she made filled the room while the others watched the redhead feast on the strange seed, her faced practically buried in the bowl. There was even some splattering around, so fast was her tongue moving.

“Good kitty, good kitty.” Musashi, with a wide grin, patted her red head. “I guess you must really love it, huh?”

The only answer was more wet lapping noise coming from the place where Asuka's face touched the milk, and more gagging. Her hands were clutching her carpet, her toes curled, dangling breasts swaying, bells tinkling faintly.

Asuka knew that she had to clean up as fast as possible and that she could not take a break to allow the salty taste to really sink in, or else she would really end up vomiting into the bowl. She also tried not to breath. The inrush of air would likely make her sick. Quite a bit of sperm ended up on her face rather than in her mouth, but she noticed with relief that the bowl was slowly but surely emptying up. Soon, her tongue was already touching the plastic bottom while she tried to lick it clean.

Sperm, milk, pubic hair - her tongue brought it all into her mouth with the same relentlessness as before. She was frantic, unthinking, and desperate only to complete her revolting task.

Finally her tongue squeaked on the plastic bottom. Asuka lifted her head up. Her face was a mess, eyes sagging sadly, the corners of her mouth drooping, red bangs plastered to her wrinkled forehead. But though some sperm was dripping down her chin and the tip of her nose and a lot of the milk was splattered around her mouth, and a few small pubic hairs stuck to her white skin, Musashi was very pleased with the result and with the eagerness his kitty showed.

“Good kitty,” he ran his hand through her hair.

Asuka coughed a few times while gagging, feeling her stomach rising into her mouth but still managed to keep most of it down. She spat some regurgitated sperm back into the bowl as Musashi's hand gently stroked her, which actually made her feel a little better, as if she were really a pet being watched over by a caring owner. It was wrong and humiliating, but there it was.

A pull on her leash made her body shift to the right a little and the small bells attached to her nipples ring, bringing her back to reality. “Now be a nice kitty and thank Rei nee-chan for giving you such a nice treat.”

Asuka looked up at Rei, who stood there completely emotionless. Juts as emotionless as when she placed the bowl in front of her or when she watched her clean the sperm from it to the very last drop.

Asuka hated her. She wanted her to be gone from her life forever. And yet she stood there, her white, albino skin, blue hair, red eyes - everything about her was so freakish, like some weird genetic experiment. And yet she still stood there before her, naked and looking down at her.

But as much as the redhead disliked the other slave, she also knew what was good for her. Trying to swallow her pride, Asuka crawled to Rei, and like a cat started to fawn on her white legs. She pressed her cheeks against Rei's thighs, smearing them with traces of milk and cum. Then she rubbed her naked waist and fur-clothed bottom, before circling around and repeating the whole it again.

“Purr.”

Stealing a quick glance from between Rei's shapely legs, Asuka noticed Musashi's expectant face.

She started to purr, rubbing her head up and down Rei's inner thighs. Well, at least she was rubbing some of the sperm off, she thought bitterly. But because of the movements of her head most of the sperm that she rubbed onto the albino-white thighs eventually smeared into Asuka's own red mane. It was just that kid of day.

Her soft cheek could feel the warmth of the albino's flesh, and the tenderness of her skin. Asuka was disgusted almost as much by this as she was while drinking all that sperm from the bowl. But she continued to purr and fawn.

Up and down, up and down, her cheek, hair, her waist, bottom rubbed against Rei's slender legs. The two small bells on her nipples jiggled at each of her movement, thus humiliating Asuka even further. And the damned doll wasn't moving an inch.

Stop looking down at me, bitch! Asuka thought furiously. It's not like I want to do this!

Then came a new order. “Higher. Rub yourself against her pussy cat.”

Asuka moved her head up Rei's inner thigh until her head was at the blue-hair trimmed slit. Hesitating for a second, she felt a demanding tug on her leash. She tilted her head forward, rubbing her cheek against the curly, coarse blue forest of her pubic hair.

It was hard to purr when you are rubbing against one of your most disliked pussies in the world, but Asuka's lips continued to make purring sounds. Then she saw a slight trace of slickness of at the albino's pink entrance—the bitch was getting turned on! The fucking bitch!

And the more she rubbed, the more wet she became. Asuka's whole left cheek was already glistering from the juices. She could almost feel like it was eating into her skin, like acid. She wanted to sink her teeth into Rei's snatch, not to give her pleasure but to tear her obscene doll parts off!

All the hatred that she should rightfully feel towards Musashi or Keita was now transmitted to the slender figure of the red-eyed albino. The pink walls of Rei's vulva contracted, pouring more and more juices. It was like a disgusting little mouth leaking its drool on Asuka's face, and soon almost all of it was covered in the slick substance. Her temples, brows, nose, lips, cheeks, chin, even her hair were glistering with juices as the doll continued to spray on her.

Finally having enough, Musashi pulled on the leash and with the sounds of jiggling bells directed Asuka back towards him.

“Good kitty.” He tied the leash against the leg of the black table. “But now we will have to do something about the whole flood that you caused. So please stay put while we are taking care of it.”

With this he grabbed Rei's hand, turned her hardly around, and shoved her to the sofa, right into Keita's embrace, and started undressing himself.

Keita didn't waste his time. He grabbed Rei from behind and with his right hand started to knead her white breasts. Though the mounds were slightly smaller than Asuka's, they were incredible warm and soft and, as Keita well knew, very pleasant to touch. And even more to play with, roughly or otherwise.

He fiddled with her pink nipples, slightly pulling them and then rolling the already erect tips between his fingers. He was like an experienced violinist playing with his instrument. Rei's cheeks flustered red, and even though she was not making much noise, her physical excitement was still there.

“Rei nee-chan, you are not such a slut as Asuka nee-chan, but you are still pretty aroused aren't you?” Keita said while scrapping her stiff nipples with his nails for empathizes.

As usual Rei said nothing. She very rarely did. And most of the times those were short `Yes' or `No'. The only times when she talked in whole sentences was when she was around Shinji Ikari. Everything else seemed not to be interesting to Rei Ayanami. And even now, when her body reacted, her face remained composed and hard to read. There was not the slightest hint that she disliked what he was doing.

That was what freaked Asuka and excited Keita. He loved her cool, almost cold attitude, and it made the soft moans that sometimes escaped her lips so much more rewarding. Asuka, however, was much more fiery, and ended up moaning and trashing around very easily.

In Keita's mind the redhead was a true slut, willing to do anything and anyone as long as she got to have her release. He'd seen she almost desperate way she fucked, and the look on her face when she came. And yet he had also seen her when she didn't get what she wanted. Yes, Asuka Langley was a top quality whore, and very hot at that, but very hard to predict. It was very amusing that despite her arrogant way of acting and talking she had not been that hard to break, and she seemed to have quite a lot of problems in her head.

Rei, on the other hand, was still resisting, not with angry stares or foul words, or even physical violence, not like the red-haired whore. Rei's strength lay in her unflinching character - she stood solid like a rock, taking everything that came at her, like a white marble monolith that could make anyone feel small. And that was why Keita loved it when he made this rock shiver.

Knead, roll, press, pull—he caressed Rei's still-maturing breasts. Though it was hard to see, he could already feel that the pretty albino was slowly slipping into the realm of sexual bliss she had spent most of the last two days in; the juices leaking down her thighs were an obvious sign.

Suddenly, Asuka heard the sound of running water and turned her head away from the spectacle of the albino getting molested, just in time to see Musashi standing up from the bowl with an empty glass in his hands.

He pushed the bowl back to Asuka, who thought herself lucky that it was not full with more of the cum-milk cocktail—it was a much looser liquid, something like lemonade. The same lemonade that had started everything.

Her stomach growled uncomfortably, not entirely from the cum she had just ingested. Now she wasn't really sure if it she lucky at all, knowing the effects of the lemonade and that she would be sex crazy by the end of the day again.

But the stern look in Musashi's eyes left little doubts of what he wanted her to do. “Swill it, pet. You will need it later, believe me. For now just enjoy the show.”

Obediently, before he thought out to add something else to it, Asuka lowered her head and started lapping from the bowl, like a hungry cat. It was not as bad as before. It really was just like lemonade and helped wash out the horrid aftertaste of the fetid cum-milk mixture lingering in her mouth.

“Look at Keita and Rei, kitty,” he said, patting her gently. “Keep your eyes on the show.”

Asuka lifted her eyes, looking straight into the juice oozing from the pink lips of Rei's pale cunt while she continued to lap her lemonade. She was slowly getting better at this, and now it wasn't splattering around all that much as her deft tongue scooped up the liquid little by little. Of course, it not being disgusting helped as well.

Musashi reached the sofa with two or three steps, then grabbed Rei's writs again as he sat down. “Time to show us much you can take, Rei nee-chan,” he said, pulling the girl from her friend and sitting her on his own lap. She spread her legs instinctively, parting her pussy, showing the raw pinkness inside.

Keita made a noise of disappointment, but soon over it, lifting himself off the sofa and leaned over the other two, apparently thinking how best to take advantage of this situation. Asuka, though tied to the table, was still well within range. There was only two feet or so of clearance between the sofa and the table. She could see every crease of Rei's swollen cunt, the bumps of her ass cheeks as the pressed on Musashi's lap, and her tiny pink rosebud. The look her face remained stoic, but her body was flushed and sweaty and her cunt gushing liquid everywhere.

“Put my cock in your ass, Rei nee-chan,” Musashi said. “Just like you practiced.”

Without saying a word, Rei reached down and took hold his hard pole with a delicate white hand. Meanwhile, Musashi hitched up higher, making her practically sit on his lap. She leaned back, opening as much of her bottom as she could.

Asuka could only stare as Rei pressed the purple cock-head against the brown seal of her asshole, lubricated only by her sweat and her own juices. Then, without making more than a slight whimper, Rei began to slide the head inside of her. Her frowned in pain, showing emotion for the first time, baring her teeth as the slick, thick shaft penetrated her tightest opening. It was sickening—she was taking a cock in her ass. It was disappearing inside as if where just another pussy.

Rei whimpered as the thick pole reached bottom, buried ball's deep now. Her fleshy ring, so tight only a minute ago, was so badly distended Asuka didn't know how it could ever go back to normal.

But rather than pain, Rei's face soon showed the most mindless expression of pleasure Asuka had ever seen. Slowly, again without being told, she began moving up and down on her saddle, her mouth hanging open, tongue out licking the air, eyes glazed over with lust. Rei was getting fucked in the ass, and she was loving it. The doll didn't even seem to care that it her ass and not her pussy, and that her ass was not made for that. Though Asuka, her own anus stuffed with the butt-plug, was only slightly better.

Keita placed himself in front of his spectacle, so close to Asuka she could feel the body heat from all three naked bodies in front of her. Musashi was now playing with Rei's supple breasts, kneading them and twisting her perky nipples from side to side. Rei was making the cutest little noises, between whimper and moans. Keita took one of her legs and lifted up, opening up even more, the set his right knee on the sofa beside them. He did the same on her other side, straddling the two teens on the sofa.

Rei's feet swung high up in the end, far above her head, as Keita held them there, tiny white toes stretching with each thrust inside her ass, clenching an unclenching, grinding her pelvis on down Musashi with circular motions as the dark-skinned boy pushed upwards into her.

Trapped between the two boys, Rei could hardly move. If not for them holding her she would have slid off completely. Truly, she was a doll in their hands, doing whatever they wanted her to without protest.

“Open yourself for me nee-chan,” Keita said, and Rei obeyed wordlessly, reaching down and spreading her pussy with her hand, pulling both inner and outer lips apart to reveal the wide pink tunnel leading all the way to her narrow cervix. She was soaking wet, sending a river of girl juice streaming from her pussy to Musashi's cock and acting as lubrication.

Asuka watched how most of Keita's dick disappeared and reappeared between Rei's warm and stretched vaginal lips, gliding with ease. He moved with an increasing pace while Musashi, beneath the albino's spread body, continued to slowly move in and out of her tight rectum. Clear juices flooded down white thighs, indicated shameful arousal, but the redhead could feel the same thing happening to her.

Watching this white slab of meant being sandwiched between two boys, made Asuka feel hotter and hotter. Soon she felt the crotch of her furry panties getting wet from the inside, her mouth growing watery with each thrust of the young boys' slick penises.

She was not sure if it was just the lemonade speaking or something else, but one thing was true - watching the doll being fucked was making her horny, too.

Asuka placed a finger tentatively against her crotch, but because of the thick material of her furry panties she felt nothing. She added a second finger, and eventually used her full palm to rub on her sensitive flesh through the fake fur underwear.

Even all of the humiliation that she had to put up with did not extinguish her lust. In fact, it only made it stronger. For some reason, Asuka found it very arousing how Rei's albino skin looked so different from Musashi's much darker complexion whenever she lolled her back against his chest.

And she ended up leaning against him quite a bit because Keita's hard thrusts into her pussy pressed her harder and harder against Musashi, who, on his own, was making quick shallow thrusts into her overstretched ass, making the blue haired teen jump up with an increasing tempo. All three of their young, sweaty bodies looked like part of a perverted machine, working the same synchronized rhythm.

And this suddenly made Asuka feel left out.

This was a particularly weird feeling for the redhead to have because she was never a willing participant. Right? She was forced into this from the very beginning, and hated every minute, every second of it. So shouldn't she be happy if those two perverts fucked that stupid blown-up doll instead of her? She should be. Yet her itching pussy felt disappointed.

Having already finished lapping on the lemonade, Asuka found herself with nothing more to do, and idle hands are mischievous hands. She tried to slip her finger behind the furry panties to somehow ease the discomfort between her legs, but Musashi looked at her over Rei's squirming form.

“Cat's do not masturbate with their hands,” he panted.

Asuka's face dyed in bright scarlet, ashamed to be caught like this. She quickly pulled her hand away. However, the lovemaking sounds coming from just a few steps away made it almost unbearable for her to sit there, watching them enjoy themselves, and do nothing.

On their own, her hips started to sway, gently grinding her ass against the black table's oval leg to which her leash was attached. Overwhelmed by the pleasant sensation, she placed her hands flat on the carpet between her legs to support herself as she shuffled backwards and rubbed her furry bottom against the table's leg. She almost resumed purring.

What was happening to her? It was hard to understand how she could change into such a sex-crazed whore so quickly. Sure she had never been a prude, but she never was a horny slut either. And now even a sight of sex aroused her beyond any rational thought. It couldn't just be the lemonade, could it? Asuka didn't think so. Didn't feel so. She got hot just wearing the furry panties, before drinking the suspicious liquid.

Her hips moved up and down, rubbing desperate against the hard surface behind her, while keeping her eyes on the perverted spectacle before her. She could feel how her panties were growing wetter, wedging into her crack and pussy slit as she increased pace with each swing. If not for the thick furry material of the panties, the table leg would have been glistering with her love juices by now.

Up and down Asuka's hips moved as she kept her crystal blue eyes on the three sweating bodies humping each other on the sofa. The volume increased with each thrust, as did the wetness between her legs. She needed to come. But then, she always needed to come.

“Kitty,” Musashi smiled at her peeking over Rei's sweaty shoulder, “get behind Keita and use your tongue on his ass while your hands milk his testicles, then maybe you can get some reward.”

Asuka was still mindlessly grinding her pussy a few more times before realizing that Musashi's words were directly at her, and it took another moment for them to register in her hopelessly lust-colored brain. Hesitant, she removed her ass from the table leg and moved towards them on all fours moved. Despite the fact that she was tied to the table by the leash, it was long enough for her to get between Rei's legs without any further discomfort, something she didn't notice until she started crawling.

Normally she would have been repulsed at such suggestion, but at that moment her lust seemed to take over any feeling of shame or disgust. Even doing something like what Musashi ordered didn't seem so bad if they would allow her to come. Her red-haired trimmed pussy was burning with the desire of having something stuffed inside to bring her to climax, and that was all that mattered.

Asuka got behind Keita's pale buttocks, her nipple bells ringing with each shift of her body, her fingers spreading apart the sweaty cheeks, opening up his anus to her gaze. She cringed at the thought of the degrading act she was about to perform, but she new that that little gaping monster between her legs would not allow it any other way. Asuka wanted to shift all blame onto the lemonade, but a small voice, full of self-hatred kept on screaming that she was just a wanton whore and that was why she did what they told her.

The redhead closed her crystal blue eyes, pushing her face between his cheeks, her tongue out and ready. She felt him quivering beneath her when her hot, wet tongue hit his opening, her fingers peeling him wider, the hole opening, her tongue rigid, pushing into the hot, depths of his asshole. Asuka gagged the taste, fighting the urge to stop. She could even feel the soft stroking of the short but rough hair around his anus, brushing against her tender, wet muscle.

Her hands reached down to his cum-swollen balls and began a gentle squeezing motion that seemed to drive Keita's hip back and forth into Ayanami at a faster pace.

“Yeah,” he moaned. “Your hands are so soft and warm, Asuka nee-chan.”

Finally, with the assistance of Asuka's tender fingers and tongue, and after a few strong and long thrusts, Keita buried himself up to the hilt in Rei's slick love-tunnel, her wet pussy-walls clenching around him as he jerked, and shot his seed deep into her tight cunt. He was grunting loudly; Rei only made a few soft noises.

Asuka brushed waves of her hair back, which had started to stick to her slightly sweaty face while she watched as Keita pulled his limping cock out of Rei's warm channel, letting some of his white jizz roll out of it and down to the sofa. Some of it remained on his shrinking penis head. The redhead was just glad to his ass away from her face.

As he got off the albino, Keita no longer had any reason to hold up her legs and dropped them. Rei planted her feet down on Musashi's thighs, toes pointing outwards, making her look like she was squatting instead of just sitting in his lap.

“Look, kitty cat,” Musashi cooed, still continuing to drive in and out of Rei's ass. “As promised - here's your reward. Just look at all that yummy fresh milk just for you, so come and get it while it's warm.”

“Don't hold back,” Keita said. “We all know how much you love it, pet.”

Though Musashi's words were playful, Asuka could feel the commanding tone of steel in his voice. She looked up at him, not sure what to do.

Keita patted Rei's sweaty, blue pubic hair. “Here kitty, kitty. Come.”

Asuka couldn't care less what he said, but the look in Musashi's eyes convinced her that she should not joke around. Reluctantly, she moved her gaze to the place framed by Rei's white thighs.

From closed-up, the cum-filled pussy didn't look much better than she expected. Because of her incredibly pale skin, the dark pink color of her labia looked like an angry clown's mouth giving Asuka a sickening smile. Her pussy lips looked a bit wider than usual because Keita's penis had stretched her quite a bit with his vigorous pumping and it took time for her vagina to return back to its normal shape. The swollen clit looked like a tiny dick, hard and erect and needing attention. The blood rushed to Asuka`s face.

This was what freshly used pussy looked like. It was embarrassing, but Asuka knew she had no way out. She never did, albeit she had to admit to herself that she had long ago stopped looking.

Such musings were harshly cut off as Keita's hand grabbed her by her hair and moved her head forward, until her nose was just millimeters from the albino's wet vulva. Her crotch was covered in a mat of thick, curly, blue hair. Her pink lips, swollen with her excitement, protruded from the center of her bush. Her clit was peeking from its hood near the top. A thick, strong smell rose up.

Then the bluehead shifted her legs, spreading her pussy lips more. Asuka could clearly see that her insides where indeed full of his white, creamy cum.

Her heartbeat was pounding louder than drums as she looked directly at the glistening swollen opening. Her nose twitched as she took a slight sniff of the air inside. Finding the rancid smell of sperm mixed with musky pussy juices to be irritating, Asuka tried to back away a little, so that she could breath through her nose without having to frown at each breath in she took. Her attempts were short-lived. With a cruel giggle, Keita pulled her hair, shoved Asuka's face into the wet flesh.

Asuka struggled in panic as she felt stinky spunk covering her face, some even running into her nostrils. Keeping a firm hold on her hair, Keita mashed Rei's pussy on her face, up and down, right to left, rubbing the pretty features against the warm love tunnel filed with his cum. The bells on Asuka's nipples rung frantically as her body shook, imprisoned between Ayanami's legs.

Finally, he pulled her head back. Asuka gasped, trying to breath the air that was so merciless cut off. Some of the white strings of the load still connecting her face to Rei's pussy slowly roped down to the ground, a few white drops were hanging down her chin.

“Lap it up, Kitty.”

Asuka wasn't even aware if it was Musashi or Keita who said it, not that it mattered much.

Not dropping her blue eyes from Rei's flesh lotus, Asuka was resigned to do what she was told. Like she always did. She still hated the though of her doing such a thing, but instead she tried to focus her thoughts upon the burning feeling in her own pussy; that usually helped her deal with the most degrading tasks that the perverts made her do in the past.

She cringed visibly when her trembling lips touched the swollen lower lips of Rei's stinky opening in a wet, sloppy kiss. She felt like gagging for a second, but did not pull away, knowing full well that if she didn't do this on her own she would be forced. Tentatively, her small tongue traced the outlines of the outer labia. It was slick and warm, though not as bad as she thought it would be.

Encouraged, Asuka extended her pink tongue, wiggling it into the wet, warm tunnel, feeling the disgusting liquid cover it, burning down her taste buds. She managed to get over the salty and musky taste with disturbingly little trouble, and found her mouth soundly lapping up Keita's cream mixed together with girl juice. The silky smooth lips of Rei's pussy were like velvet. Slowly, her working mouth came close to the doll's clitoris, which she began to suck on very gently, then she put her tongue back in her hole. Rei moved her hips every time her tongue came into contact with her wet flesh.

Seems like the doll was enjoying herself, Asuka thought bitterly, or maybe she was forced to by Musashi, who still sat behind her like some puppeteer, kneading her shapely white breasts and moving his hips against hers. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that Asuka was humiliated and wanted to cum but was forced to please this blown-up doll instead.

More cum poured into her open mouth. The redhead's lips formed a seal around the pussy hole as she continued to drink steadily. After a few gulps she noticed the amount of sperm decreasing, thinking that it was all, but as her tongue moved deeper she felt more and more seed running into her mouth. The amount convinced her that she was lapping up not only the fresh cum, but also some of the spunk that was stuffed into the doll earlier on. It was almost as bad as the milk and cum mix she drank from the bowl.

“Smack your lips.” Keita pulled her hair. “Show Rei nee-chan how much you like her special milk.”

Despite slowly getting used to the taste, Asuka wasn't enjoying herself THAT much. But she knew when to argue and when not. Or maybe she simply liked being treated like that, as her twitching pussy tried to show.

Asuka smacked her lips, like an animal enjoying its food. She dipped her tongue in again to get another treat, then moved her head back to smack her lips a few times before returning to the albino's pulsating cunt.

Finally, after gulping down all of the easily accessible semen, she started tracing lazy circles with her tongue around the outer labia, tasting more of Rei's caked-on juices on her reddened skin. It was strange how easily her mind was adapting to these sort of increasingly perverse situations. Just a few minutes ago she was utterly disgusted by it and now, though she was not exactly enjoying it, she wasn`t shaking with repulsiveness either.

Before she could pull out again, two delicate white hands knotted in her hair, indicating that miss cool and perfect was really getting into this. She even started to buck back at the redhead when Asuka went for her clit, licking it and then finally sucking it into her mouth, though very slightly as her movements were still restricted by a hard penis sliding in and out of her sphincter. Asuka drove it in and out, drinking from her, feeling those soft blue hairs tickling her nose.

As her crotch began to rise and fall and her fingers began to pull strands of red hair from her head, the German teen attacked her clit with a renew vigor, taking it between her lips, then pulling out and licking around the albino`s soft pink flesh. Hearing heavy breathing above her, Asuka started playfully nibbling Rei`s slick outer labia with her teeth, making the usually composed and quiet teen moan in pleasure.

Musashi kneaded one of Rei's perky tits, watching the pale girl moan again as the red mane and black cat ears on top continued too boob up and down between her widely spread legs. He smiled, feeling Rei`s anus contract around his penis whenever a new wave of pleasure coming from Asuka`s talented mouth hit the girl. But there were always more ways to increase his pleasure.

“Kitty, lick my cock too.”

Asuka's head stopped as she hesitantly looked up at him over Rei's shoulder. Her chin was glistering with Keita's sperm and Rei's love juices, blue pubic hairs sticking from between her teeth, tiny beads of sweat decorating her perfect forehead, which contracted slightly upon the request.

“Nyah?”

He had to be joking. Pussy licking was one thing, but to lick something that had been stuck—hell, it still was—in Wondergirl's ass was entirely different. She would prefer licking a toilet over that!

But Musashi's eyes were serious. They always were, even when he was smiling. And once again Asuka felt herself cornered.

Reluctantly, she lowered her face and brought it closer to the boy's thighs. With the tip of her tongue she stroked his erection. The taste was bitter but nothing she could not handle. Feeling a little bit more assured, Asuka pressed more of her tongue against his stiff cock. She couldn't really stroke him all the way up, though, because whenever she moved up she felt her head touch Rei's buttocks. Each time the doll shifted her ass slightly as Asuka's cat ears tickled her bottom, but she couldn't care less about the albino's discomfort.

The redhead had to turn her head to the side to lick more of Musashi's shaft with her wet tongue. Keeping her head like this, she ran her mouth up and down his member, feeling his veins pulse as she coated his skin with her saliva.

“Don't forget my balls, kitten.”

Asuka shuffled a little closer to him on her knees, feeling those annoying bells jingle, and leaned in. As her face now came closer to his crotch she was struck again by the odor of sex and sweat, but the redhead courageously took a deep breath and touched her lips to Musashi's testicles. She held her breath for as long as possible and moved her pursed lips around his crotch as he had instructed her.

Musashi's voice rang from above her cat-ears-covered head. "You look like a red chicken pecking away like that. I think you should kiss, not peck at them. That's not how you kiss, right?“

At first Asuka tried as much as possible to breathe through her mouth but she was getting used to the strong smell of sweat after spending several minutes with her face buried in his crotch. The teen started over again, actually kissing the wrinkled, hairy skin of his testicles. She covered the sack with light kisses and then kissed her way up the shaft of his very intimidating penis.

His penis began to throb more violently as she kissed it and she could feel that with each throb more pre-cum oozed out, which covered the large knob at the top of the shaft that stayed imprisoned within Rei's anal ring. As Asuka kissed her way up she tilted her head again until her lips touched the skin where the albino's bud was outstretched by his hot shaft.

Not able to go any further, Asuka licked her lips. At first she felt like gagging as she ran her tongue around her lips and tasted the gross taste, but once she passed over the nauseating thought of what she was doing she understood that because of her drool and all the other stuff she had already eaten it almost had no flavor at all.

She felt Keita's hands on her head as he guided her down to Musashi's crotch again. Asuka tentatively ran her tongue over his large testicles once more. She still could taste his salty sweat and the dried residue of his recent sexual trysts. Though his curly hairs were irritating her sensitive tongue, she was gagging much less compared to the first time he made her to do it.

Asuka had coated most of his wrinkled sack with saliva and started to lick the base of his penis when he stopped her. He lifted his legs slightly and scooted forward in his seat as much as possible with a certain albino doll still squatting down on his penis. Understanding his silent request, Asuka bent her neck at an uncomfortable angle and lightly worked her tongue through his sweaty, hairy crevice.

With her tongue she tickled the flap of sweaty elastic skin that attached his hairy balls to his asshole. It had an unpleasant flavor of sweat, dried skin and ass, but Asuka was getting used to strong flavors by now.

Yet, she still shuddered in disgust when her tongue moved through that dark, dank, incredibly nasty part of his body. The taste of his sweat was stronger here, and there was another flavor as well. It was a dark, musky taste that she tried not to think about. And still it turned her on.

The more her body was humiliated and her mind hated it, the more her pussy seemed to beg for it. She could feel the increasing wetness running in streaks down her thighs, so thick the furry panties could not absorb it all anymore. The heat emanating from her cunt was nearly unbearable.

Fueled by the knowledge that they would let come if she did good, Asuka moved her tongue through that nasty crevice and over his anus several times before she stopped and concentrated on the nasty hole itself. He really enjoyed it. His eyes closed and he moaned in pleasure. His body tensed up and trembled as she moved her tongue around.

Musashi let her work at his anus for a long time. The redhead was shaking from having with her neck at such an uncomfortable angle, and her jaw and tongue were so tired that she was afraid that she was about to lose the ability to control them by the time he finally dropped his legs and told her to resume where she had left off with his cock.

Asuka was slowly stopping to care and mindlessly returned to licking his shaft. She was becoming like Pavlov's dog, just looking for a reward.

Musashi had regained his composure and was now watching her with that arrogant smile back on his face. He lifted Rei's ass off his member, putting the doll in a precarious squat. His cock popped free, slapping Asuka across the cheek as it was liberated. But she didn't stop her work and slowly ran her tongue up the shaft from the base to the dirty head that had just been deep inside the other girl's bowels.

She brought the palm of her hand up, stroking his cock. Then she gripped the crown of his cock with her fingers, tightening them up and moving them slightly up and down, slowly massaging the sensitive edges of his mushroom head.

Meanwhile, Rei kept her uncomfortable position, slightly squatting and watching the redhead performing on Musashi's penis like an experienced whore, which at this point he was. Asuka felt the doll's eyes on her but she tried to ignore them and placed her finger over his piss slit. Feeling his pre-cum leaking, she started automatically spreading it around the head of his cock. But the doll didn't look away, and finally Asuka met her red eyes with one ones as she pursed her lips and blew some of her hot breath on Musashi.

There was no emotion between them. Nothing.

Ignoring the awkward stare, Asuka ran her hand up and down Musashi's dick, feeling it twitch in her hand as she ran fingers over the crown. Musashi grabbed her other hand and moved it down to his wet balls, forcing her to cup them. It felt strange, two balls rolling around loosely in his sack, and the wetness of her spit and his sweat spreading under her fingers. She tightened her grip on them, hearing Musashi groan.

He leaned back, watching Asuka continue to stroke his cock. “Your hands are great, kitty, you sure know how to do a cock.”

Somehow, even this started to feel like a compliment to the redhead. Making him happy meant getting to come, and making him happy quicker meant getting to come quicker. In Asuka's lemonade-addled head it made all the sense in the world. Trying to charm him fully with her skills, she moved her hand up and down on his shaft with an even more eager pace, the wet sounds of her perverted hand job becoming louder and louder.

“Not… Not so fast. I want you to clean it with your mouth. Not just a hand,” Musashi panted obviously trying not to come just yet.

But as her hand bent his cock back towards her, he realized that it did not bend so easily. It forced Musashi to sit up in the chair, moving closer to her, his cock aiming now at her breasts. Asuka moved her hand faster, hearing Musashi panting. She felt his hot cock becoming bigger and harder, her fingers running over the head, her other hand gently squeezing his balls, trying to make him cum. Rei was still looking down at her, her legs shaking.

Then, craning her neck just enough to be able to look up at his face, she bent the shaft toward her and licked it from the base to the tip. Scowling, she jerked back. It tasted horrible, and knowing why made her feel sick, but she knew that this was what Musashi wanted and only that mattered.

She stared right at his member. It looked just as horrible as ever. Circumcised, medium sized with a gracefully curved shaft tipped with a dark-rimmed mushroom head. It was tilted a bit to one side, dark purple and already slick with pre-cum. The entire shaft pulsed and bobbed with the boy's racing heartbeat.

But despite this, Asuka almost felt transfixed by the stiff bouncing tool that not so long ago stole her virginity, and started to play with it again, feeling the shaft stiffen and the head expand every few seconds as his muscles clenched.

Keita placed his hands on her back, pushing her head towards his friend, as if telling her that it was time to clean him with her mouth. She was whimpering softly as she bent forward until her lips pressed against the tip. She wrapped her mouth around the thick, wet knob and slowly, carefully began to slide them down the shaft.

At first she wasn't touching his penis with anything but her lips and the roof of her mouth, but then she began moving her tongue around the underside of his shaft, all the while trying to avoid touching him with her teeth.

As Asuka steadied his penis with her hand and placed her lips back around the large knob her mind was all but disengaged. She was almost beyond caring that she, once so proud and strong, was kneeling between her junior's legs and doing such a disgusting thing.

Musashi stared at his tool disappearing into the redheaded teen's mouth. Asuka's cheeks hollowed and she made a sloppy sucking sound as she withdrew until just the head was still between her lips, revealing the shaft now shiny with her saliva. He could see her tongue working in her cheeks as she used some of the skills they taught her.

The sight was beautiful - a naked teen kneeling in front of a sofa, black cat ears, black furry bra and panties with cut out holes in them, bells tied to her nipples, with her mouth stuffed full of fat cock, while another naked teen was squatting above, looking down at the frantically moving red mane.

Keita was now stroking his cock too, watching the show in front of him. Asuka's ass sticking up like a dog in heat was staring him straight in the face. Two perfect globes of equal proportion, framed by the skimpiest pair of furry panties with a heart shaped hole around her asshole and a black furry tail attached at the end of it.

“Wiggle that cute ass for me, Kitty, while you suck Musashi's cock,” Keita told Asuka. “Shake it good!”

She complied and cutely wiggled her rear end back and forth where it rested on the upturned soles of her feet as she tried to minimize the discomfort of the anal plug, the black furry tail rebounding off her naked ass cheeks and bells jiggling on her nipples. Her shoulder blades shifted as tried to find a comfortable rhythm. She tightened her lips into a hot, pliable ring, rising and falling, rising and falling on the tube of flesh in front of her, the room filled with her slurping noises.

She wrapped her fingers carefully around the base of the cock to control the depth of its thrusts and kept a rapid suction, pausing every few strokes to paint her tongue all around the stiff member, licking it like an ice-cream cone. She jacked with the rhythm of her head. Her tongue swirled round and round, wetting him and sending saliva dripping down into his pubic hair.

Asuka made little grunts and sighs as the teenaged penis pistoned slowly in and out between her lips. Her thighs began to slowly scissor open and closed. She tried to reach down with a hand to play with herself but her arm was slow and uncoordinated, and each time Keita pulled it away and pressed it back to the floor, telling her to stop as if she were some kind of poorly-trained animal.

She tightened her lips around the cock and began driving her mouth further down, taking more and more of him into her mouth with each stroke and, with a strange uncomfortable noise, her lips suddenly slid down until they were stretched to the limit around the base of his organ. Her throat bulged out as his penis entered. It made her gag a little but soon she pulled back to the tip and did it again, and then again.

She was really becoming good at deep-throating, her lips slowly sliding down until they were nestled in Musashi's pubic hair. Then Asuka started to slightly hum on his shaft, enough for him to feel it.

But it was Musashi who pulled back next, dragging his phallus out of her mouth with an audible "pop". Suddenly dizzy, Asuka staggered backwards and sat down hard on the ground, groaning and arching her back as the impact drove the butt plug deep inside her ass. She slumped over onto her side, rolling her head as her slim body was wracked by a coughing fit.

Musashi guided himself back into Rei's tight tunnel, as if nothing had happened. He thrust a few times before pulling his dick out and offering it to Asuka again once she resumed her position. Though not very eager, the struggling redhead cleaned him off with the wet, warm orifice of her mouth again, not thinking about the filth Rei had left behind. The same procedure repeated a few times, before he started to slam into albino's asshole earnestly.

Feeling that he was about to come, Asuka wrapped her hand around his moving shaft, pumping him up with the rhythm of his moves. Her hand was sandwiched between his crotch and the falling white globes of Rei's ass before she finally got into their furious strokes.

With her help it didn't take long for Musashi's body to tense up and release his seed deep into Rei's rectum. Though Asuka was surprised as his first load of cum shot out, her right hand continued to dutifully pump his dick and her left squeezed the cum from his balls.

For a moment, Musashi kept his softening cock inside then albino, then he took her right hand, extended a thumb, and pulled his member out, quickly replacing it with her thumb, not allowing the sperm to gush out. The red-eyed girl silently submitted and kept her finger in her ass.

Musashi then turned to Asuka again. Offering to her his cum smeared penis. The redhead leaned in without hesitation and took his semi-soft cock into her mouth and throat and sucked him clean eagerly. Again she paid no attention to the bitter, sickening taste that filled her mouth as she sucked his nasty shaft clean, resigned to being just suck and fuck meat now.

With a sick wet plop, he pulled out of her mouth and motioned for Rei to face him and then kneel on all fours, her white ass sticking out of the edge of the sofa, her thumb still stuffed in her tight asshole, which she did very awkwardly and after some struggle.

“Come and get a bit more of your warm, fresh milk, kitty,” Musashi said, smacking Rei's white ass for empathize.

Asuka positioned herself right next to the puckered muscle. She wasn't disgusted anymore. She was hot. If it was the lemonade or just plain, old-fashioned lust she couldn't tell, but now even sucking sperm from someone's ass didn't seem so bad if she would get her release afterwards.

Rei pulled her thumb out of her rectum, allowing Asuka to have a full access to her rear. The half-German reached up and spread the pale albino's ass cheeks, dipping her tongue in to taste what cum had collected there. She tasted Rei's musky essence, feeling the usually composed blue-haired teen begin to hump her glorious, sexy asshole on her tongue.

Asuka used her tongue to lap gently, circling, caressing the dark puckered muscle softly. She began a relentless assault with her tongue and lips on the albino's ass, holding onto it for dear life, feeling the tremors in her legs start and her panting getting out of control.

Some of the come started to seep from the tiny, swollen, red asshole and Asuka stuck out her index finger, catching it and bringing it to her lips. She slid her soiled finger in her mouth and tasted Rei's bitter filth, and immediately gagged out of reflex, at least some part of her still realizing what it was she was eating. She managed to keep it down without much trouble, though.

“That's a brave kitty,” Musashi cooed. “But you aren't done yet.”

He didn't have to say it. The blinders were on now—all Asuka could see was the promise of orgasm dangled in front of her like a carrot, and she knew what she had to do to reach it. Her mind emptied of any other thoughts.

Certainly the drugs had something to do with that, but she was beyond realizing it or caring. Again she stuck her tongue in and started loudly sucking on the brown hole, vacuuming it with her mouth, trying to get more of white sperm from the albino's colon. She quickly moved her fingers back down and brought some more of the dirty goo to her lips, and then licked the filthy slime from her hand with a moan.

There was more. There had to be more.

Not able to reach any further with her tongue, the overwhelmed redhead stuck two fingers up Rei's now gaping ass, and gagged again as she slurped down the treasure she had found.

“Do you like eating cum straight from the ass, kitty?” Keita asked her, zooming the mobile camera he had in his hands for a close-up on Asuka's messy, disgustingly lustful face.

One look was enough to tell the lemonade had taken its full hold, bringing with it all the side effects she so hated and the boys loved.

“Um … I like cum … from the ass." Asuka smiled dumbly, not remotely aware of what she just said, and sucked and licked the leaking white substance from Rei's asshole, sexily playing for him and the camera. Then, after eating every last bit of cum while smiling and moaning, she bowed her head to lick the sofa seat clean of the few drops of load that had fallen on it.

“That is so disgusting,” Keita said. “What a nasty tramp you are.”

Asuka gave no indication that she heard him.

But while his friend might be content to watch the redhead continue to degrade herself, there were more things Musashi wanted to do. “Get off,” he tossed Rei aside onto the sofa, a doll that no longer had any use.

“Hey, don't break her!” Keita loudly complained.

While they bickered, the blue-haired teen rolled and curled up into a white marble ball, drawing her legs to her chest and crossing her feet at the ankles. Her pussy and ass gaping black holes, shinning with sweat, cum, saliva, and her own juice, and slowly returning to their normal size. She didn't cry. She didn't even make a noise.

Asuka was still licking the sofa seat, totally oblivious, working her tongue around the stains left behind by her own saliva even though nobody was paying attention to her.

Finally, the darker-skinned pervert stood up and said, “Whatever. I am going to prepare the stuff for the main part.” With that, and without bothering about either girl left broken in his wake, he headed to Keita's bedroom.

Only when he was gone did Asuka give up. Her head lolled, her breasts heaving with each breath, the bells tinkling on her nipples. She sort of turned, slumping off her knees to sit on the floor and resting her back against the sofa, spreading her legs on the carpet. And then began clumsily rubbing her aching pussy through the thick panties with both hands, her expression utterly lost as she desperately tried to get herself off.

Keita stroked himself as he watched her with hungry eyes. Usually he was more turned on by Rei, but now he really wanted to fuck that red pussy thoroughly. He moved closer to the heavily panting, masturbating girl.

Before Asuka could understand what was happening, both her hands and the front of her black furry panties were pushed aside with an impressive power, the furry material bunching uncomfortable into the skin fold right next to her pussy mound. She tried to focus her vision and saw …veins snaking down a long shaft to a well-grown bush, balls hanging heavily below, the circumcised head flaring out from a gaping pisshole.

“P-penis,” she muttered drunkenly.

Keita grinned and cupped his hand around his member, spreading slippery pre-cum all over and along the ridge. He stared down at Asuka's swollen, shiny vulva and her plugged anus with the tail swishing against the floor. He leaned in awkwardly, gripping the edge of the sofa to support his weight, and wedged the very tip of his penis against redhead's leaking vagina, pushing in.

Asuka squeaked like a rubber toy, her glazed eyes opening wide as she felt the boy's girth thrusting unexpectedly into her. She shifted her head and looked down to see the thick member splitting her open, the pleasant wave of fullness slowly traveling up her numbed sense and hitting her brain like a bolt of electricity.

The look that came to her face was that of a child having her greatest wish fulfilled.

Keita bottomed out with a couple of inches still to go, soft cuntlips unbelievably stretched, forming a tight ring around his thick penis. Her clit hood was twisted out of shape and the oversized bud smashed against the top of his shaft. As he withdrew her inner lips clung to him and followed him out, grasping and squeezing at the flesh tube, then her wet labia swelled and parted as he shoved back in.

The anal butt-plug thrummed against the girl's overstuffed, bulging vaginal cavity, increasing the boy's pleasure. No doubt it did something for her, too.

“Please!” Asuka snapped back her head, the cords in her neck standing out. Her long hair swished from side to side. Her back arched, the muscles in her abdomen spasmed as her orgasm smashed into her. Her legs kicked straight out in the air, squeezing the skinny teenager between her thighs. It was all he could do to hang on as her tight cunt clamped down on his tool, squeezing and twisting against it.

Unthinkingly, Asuka crossed her ankles around his rising and lowering hips, encouraging him to drive into her deeper. And he did. He was almost slamming directly into her womb, opening the wet hole of her cervix with his cock head, her sweaty pubic hair brushing against his as he drove in and out, in and out.

“I want to cum!” she cried desperately, sounding more like she was demanding it than begging.

And she did. She came buckets.

Her jerky, yipping cries became long, low moans as the most intense spasms crested. A tide of pussy juice gushed out of her twat, exploding around the cock stuffed inside, pure bliss running through her body from the tip of her toes to the very top of her head. She thrashed wildly, moaning incoherently. Overloaded by such intense stimulus from her nervous system, her brain just up and quit. All higher brain functions ceased, as if her mind had decided it wasn't worth bothering with such a whore. There was only hot, excruciating pleasure left behind.

Eventually, her orgasm began to recede but never really ended as Keita resumed pounding into her. She drew a ragged breath and let it out in an unsteady, exhausted moan as the freckled boy kept fucking her. Seconds later, he started grunting and jerking between her shapely, spread thighs, her hot slippery cunt cream splashing and making a huge puddle bellow them.

She groaned absently, her legs, working on pure automatic instinct, hugged his muscular hips while her hands hugged the rest of him, pushing him close to her firm breasts and jiggling bells around her perked up nipples.

Their mixed lovemaking juices oozed and squirted all over her impossibly-stretched labia. She strained to spread her thighs as wide as she possibly could, trying to reduce the intolerably delicious pain of the boy's cock stuffed into her, his flesh rhythmically bulging as his semen tried to pulse through it. However, because he had come so recently he couldn't make himself do it again so soon inside her.

Keita held himself still between the teen girl's legs for several seconds, then giving in, with a loud groan he slumped back. Her cunt gaped wide open as he pulled out and stood. He watched her labia slowly start to close, forcing out a thick river of her own juice. It dripped down to cover the buzzing end of the vibrator still buried in her asshole.

Asuka was gone. Her body was still there—her sweaty belly heaved and rippled as she continued to orgasm, her face showing a thin, drooling smile, eyes rolled back to show empty white. But her mind was gone, consumed by the drugs, lust, and her own orgasm.

Keita could see her inner passage clenching spasmodically between her gaping, stretched labia, opening and closing like a second mouth, leaking more of her juice.

Then he heard Musashi laugh over his shoulder. “I see you have been busy. But you should do the deed fully and come, pal.”

Keita snorted in response, wiping a hand over his sweaty face. “Not everyone is a monster like you. Normal people need some rest.”

“Excuses.” Musashi laughed again and went over to the panting, drooling Asuka, yanking her almost lifeless body up. But realizing just how out of it she was, he began patting her head gently, giving her a moment to recover and talking soothingly to her. “There, there. You've done good, Asuka nee-chan. It's almost over now. I promise, after this you'll have a few days to yourself. I promise.”

Asuka had a lot of trouble understanding her surroundings, but once her head cleared enough she could hazily see a big mirror that had somehow been dragged here and placed right in front of the black table while she was having sex with what's-his-name. A painful tug on her right nipple made her look into pair of dark eyes. She frowned, trying to remember his name. “Mu-Musashi?”

“Kitty, please step over to the table and lie down on it,” he said, and watched as she clumsily attempted to crawl to the table, her movements heavy and sloppy as if she had lost all ability to properly coordinate her body. She managed to climb onto the edge, no mean feat in her current state, and started to lean back on the surface. “No, on your stomach, yes, that's good. Damn, you have such a nice ass.”

Of course, he already knew that he would have his cock deep inside it soon, but he thought he'd have some more fun with her. It was a somewhat perverted irony that he would pop her anal cherry on the same table where he took her virginity before.

As she turned over onto her stomach, Asuka barely had any idea where she was or what she was doing. Her mind was white and empty, washed away in the bright glow of orgasm. She pulled herself up on the table until she lay completely on it, her pale teenage body beautifully silhouetted on the black glass. With the corner of her eyes she saw Musashi move towards her, his hands out as if to hug her.

But then his hands moved down her back towards her ass, running sensuously over her flesh, feeling her buttocks tightening up under him.

“Relax, kitty,” he said, and felt her do just that as his fingers kept up its ministrations of her taut flesh. “Yes, that's a good girl.”

Rubbing his hands over her ass, feeling how tight her cheeks were, the result of her athletic background and her young age, Musashi began gently pulling her panties. He carefully removed the butt-plug from her anus, placing it aside. His hands moved back to her ass, kneading the flesh as she lay on the table. His fingers slid behind her panties, down to her pussy, pulling the material down the cheeks. Asuka squirmed, letting him work the fabric past her hips and thighs, her ass now openly displayed for the others.

“I don't think you'll need this,” Musashi said, pulling her panties ever so slowly, wanting to prolong the humiliation as she was stripped naked in front of them. He moved it past her knees, down her legs until he let it fall down completely. “Spread your legs, kitty, show your beautiful sex.”

The boys and Rei watched as Asuka hesitantly allowed her legs to move apart, inch by inch at first as they stared up between them, her pussy coming into view as her thighs were opened. “Wider, Kitty, I want them all the way to the edge of the table,” Musashi ordered.

Asuka opened her legs wider, her pussy lips spreading in turn. Her pretty feet now hanging over the edge of the table, her pussy was fully spread and open, pussy juice glistening in the light and dripping on the tables. Hands grasped her ass again, pulling the meaty cheeks apart and letting the cool air of the room blow on her sensitive asshole as Musashi exposed it for all to see.

The tiny hole was almost a perfect star, the light brown color of it accented by her white buttocks, and tightly puckered. She shuddered as felt fingers playing with it, beginning to stretch it open.

“Arch your ass up in the air,” she heard Musashi's voice and before she knew it began to obey. “Higher, you can go higher, kitty, keep your back down, just your ass up. Good girl.”

Asuka humped her ass up, letting it rise from the table while keeping the rest of her body pinned tightly in place just like he wanted, moving with all bodily grace of a drunkard. Her rump high in the air, he parted her cheeks even wider so it looked like she was begging to be fucked in the ass. Then Musashi placed one hand on her hips, slapping it gently to guide her but allowing her to do all the work herself.

Out of her senses with lust, Asuka began to sway her ass form side to side, rolling her hips as she fucked the air. Posed so provocatively with her exposed asshole and pussy and moving sensuously, she was like some whore performing for a group.

Which was just what she was. And Musashi, Keita, and Rei watched intently as Asuka performed for him, her ass moving from side to side and then up and down when his hands required it from her. He could see her asshole pushing out as she fucked back. He wanted her to make it dance for them, as he loved how Asuka had allowed her little anus to pulsate for them on several earlier occasions.

"Now, Asuka, make your little pucker wink at us," Musashi said, and smiled as he saw the redhead began to clench and unclench her ass muscles. Her little pink bud squeezed shut and then spread agape, giving her audience a glimpse of the pinkness just inside the opening.

Her asshole winked at them again and again as Asuka continued her wicked little performance. The clenching of her ass muscles also meant her flustered pussy was doing the same. It was gaping and closing, also allowing them to see inside it.

Pussy juice was being forced out of her pussy and dripping down the inside of her thigh. Asuka felt it trickling out of her cunt lips like a warm stream. Her clit, red, bulbous, and engorged was as erect as it had ever been. It was also sticking out for all to see. She was grinning oddly, her lips flashing a squiggly line of a smile. The rest of her face seemed absent, the desperate look of a sex junky angling for a fix.

Musashi fingered her pussy hole to retrieve some juice and spread it on her asshole to insert his finger for her little pucker to suck on. “Now squeeze and release your asshole onto my finger.”

She could hear him grunt a bit as if to cheer her little star on to squeeze harder, to suck harder, to spread and pulsate for them. She continued to grab and release the thick finger as it ravished her, sliding noisily in and out of her clenching asshole. She did not understand it, but Musashi was spreading her wider in preparation for something bigger to be inserted into her for her little pink, ripe rectum to suck.

Musashi's hand reached down, stroking his already hard cock. He handed a tube of lube to Rei, who was watching nearby on the sofa. “Pour some on your fingers, then I want you to start with one finger, add a second and then another in her asshole. When you get her asshole spread all the way open, I will pour the lube in.”

Obedient as ever, Rei took the lube and squeezed some into her palm and began to smear it around her fingers until they glistened in the light. She reached over to the globes of Asuka's ass and softly moved her fingers over it, towards the crack where the girl's asshole was nestled.

Asuka shivered in fear and anticipation—more the latter than the former. A part of her knew that she shouldn't have these feelings, she was not a lesbian, a definitely not for a doll, but her hands were so soft and reassuring compared to the hands of the men, always quickly grabbing and pinching her intimate flesh.

Rei ran more globs of lube over Asuka's ass and massaged it into her cheeks, each time pulling outward on them until her asshole was exposed to her cold gaze. Her fingers inched closer to the exposed asshole until they finally ran teasingly along the edges, watching as Asuka's hips rose slowly up into the air.

Rei pushed against the seal with one finger and watched as the other girl's asshole began to spread open, grabbing her finger tightly. She pushed harder, going in up to the first knuckle, feeling Asuka's sphincter grabbing it too. She twisted it, watching Asuka arch her ass up, forcing more of her finger into her hot asshole. It was now embedded up to the knuckles.

Pulling the one finger out, she replaced it with two fingers, sliding effortlessly into this back passage. Finally, Rei plunged in with three fingers, twisting and turning them as they plowed up the redhead's asshole.

Asuka moaned as the albino continued to finger her asshole, lubricating it. She tightened on the fingers, as ordered, feeling them pulling slowly out. The three fingers hurt as they entered her, her asshole straining to accept them, the knuckles pushing harshly against her sphincter as they plunged in. Her anus stretched, the pink skin now almost white.

Moans turned to wails as the fingers began to spread open inside Asuka, her filthy chute forced to distend. She could feel the cool air rushing into her asshole, knowing that they could now see up into it, the tiny star of her bud now a gaping, open hole, stretched to the limit by the albino's three fingers. Suddenly, she felt a glob of cold liquid filling her as Musashi began to pour the lube inside her asshole. She shivered, whimpering weakly.

The slimy substance stopped and Rei's fingering began again. This time the three fingers slid along the well-lubed passage effortlessly, gliding as they plunged in even deeper than before.

Then Musashi pushed Rei aside, and slapped Asuka's ass as if to let her know he was coming.

The redhead spread her legs until she reached the edge of the table, her ass glistening in the light, coated in the faint sheen of the tube. Musashi climbed onto the table between her legs and she groaned in pain as his knees pushed out onto her thighs, forcing her legs to open even more. It felt like he was going to split her up the middle. His oily fingers rubbed up and down on her thighs, moving ever closer, but not touching her pussy.

Musashi felt her body shudder as he rubbed his cock along her thighs. He nudged it up against her pussy, watching as her swollen lips split apart to allow the bulbous crown of his cock to squeeze along the slit of her sex. He moved it to the top, feeling her body tremble as it brushed across her erect clit, teasing the tiny morsel. Then, cruelly, he pulled it from her pussy altogether and set it between her spread ass cheeks, grabbing her hips tightly and jerking her back onto his cock.

He hunched forward, thrusting his hips as he slowly forced the head of his cock to stretch her lubricated but incredibly tight asshole.

It finally clicked in Asuka's mind, and even in her state she could not discard eons of instinctive knowledge—penis did not go in ass. It was the wrong hole. She squealed like a stuck pig, and without any further need for conscious thought, her body clenched her sphincter tight, hoping to prevent this unnatural penetration.

But Musashi was not deterred. He continued to push. With the cock head now effectively ramming her asshole open, the redhead was unable to stop the ravishing of her tiny asshole for much longer.

“N-nnnyah!” Asuka screamed, looking over at the others through pleading, tear-filled eyes, hearing Musashi grunting behind her, and tensed herself with all her remaining strength. His cock bent and pushed to the side, unable to breach her anal passage.

The relief was short-lived, as she immediately felt him again pushing his hard cock against her asshole and again attempt the painful entry into her heavily lubed anus.

Musashi wanted her anal cherry and that's what he would get. He slapped her ass cheeks hard, feeling her body react to the pain, watching the skin turn red. When he felt her relax her asshole he pushed on his cock hard and watched as it finally broke the seal of her tiny, tight asshole. It swallowed the head of his cock, straining to take the large instrument into her body.

Asuka screamed at the cruel rape of her rear entrance.

Musashi slapped her ass cheeks again, harder than before, the pain making her involuntarily loosen up for a second, which was all he needed to grind a little deeper into her.

His cock pushed further through her muscled ring, her sphincter fighting his head every inch. Thrashing her head and yelling hysterically, Asuka felt her tunnel clench and unclench painfully around him, attempting to prevent him from performing this unnatural act. His hands moved her hips from side to side, forcing her sphincter into massaging his cock head as it pulled and nudged her innards. He slapped her ass cheeks hard again, the sound reverberating through the room. She clenched her ass cheeks in pain, trapping the hard cock and squeezing it ever so tightly.

Musashi used this moment to place his hands on the back of her furry bra, unclasping it, watching as it hang for a short while against her hot body before falling off onto the table. The bells on her nipples jiggled as if agreeing with the change. Now Asuka was completely naked except for the furry pieces around her ankles and wrists, the pair of black cat ears on top of her head, and the bells tied around her pink tits.

But the redhead hardly had time to realize this as Musashi began to put pressure on his cock again. She tried to crawl away, whimpering and crying incoherently, but his strong hands pulled her back. Her asshole was slowly being stretched, the walls of her colon expanding outward. Her sphincter grabbed the cock as it pushed through, gripping it as if it was a rubber band stretched around it. She arched her back and spread her legs wider, doing anything to relieve the pain, and he allowed her to stumble forwards a little before pulling her back again.

Finally realizing the futility of her struggles, Asuka simply broke down and cried shamelessly, overwhelmed by the pain. Despite the lubrication, Musashi could see a warm trickle of blood running out of her torn entrance, down her creamy thigh.

He yanked her hair, lifting her head off the table, and driving forward, burying himself in her, tearing into her asshole.

Asuka's stomach seemed to cramp on the cock, her body clenched in pain. It felt like gasoline was poured into her rectum, burning, her insides forced open wider then they ever had been by any load. She could feel every bump and vein on the invading shaft as it pushed through her sphincter, pumping into her body. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks as the pain shot up her spine into her brain.

Musashi felt her body shudder, his cock beating inside her. He pulled out slightly and then pushed back in again with a grunt. Her sphincter gave up its fight, beat into submission by his rock hard phallus. Past her rectum, his penis pushed deep inside her warm, filthy colon.

All Asuka could do was groan as she felt his cock push inside her. It felt like a gigantic log was shoved up her ass, forcing her spine to straighten, her flesh clinging to it in defense. Her stomach began to cramp badly. She panted shallowly, her tongue sticking out and drool running out of her mouth, falling onto the surface of the table.

Flexing his cock again, Musashi felt her bowels massage it. He let go of her hair, her head dropping onto the table with a thud. He pushed down on her back and hunched up her ass into the air, getting her into position to be ass fucked. She whimpered loudly as the cock inside her twitched, moving against her silky insides as spasms of pain rocked her whole body.

Musashi watched her asshole tightly stretched over his cock as he pulled it from her body, tiny farts escaping as he sucked the air out of her asshole. He was almost all the way out, before pushing back in with his might, his cock sliding easier this time, her rectum already softened by the previous fucking. He heard the whoosh of air escaping from Asuka's lungs as she screamed again.

Determined to at least give her some pleasure, he moved his hands down to the insides of her thighs, only inches from her pussy, pulling her up and pushing her legs out more before allowing one hand to grab her pussy tightly within his grip.

He pulled his cock back and then shoved in again, beginning to pick up the pace. Asuka's body bounced around limply, the pain overtaking all of her functions, unable to do anything as her ass loosened. She huffed and puffed as she was buffeted against the table, his stomach slapped against her upturned, reddened cheeks, his swollen balls slapping against her wet cunt noisily.

Musashi's fingers slipped between her wet pussy lips and sought out her clit. He found the swollen bud already aroused; her pussy was soaking wet. He began to rub her clit between his fingers, squeezing the slippery bit of flesh between his fingers as he flicked the head. Her body jerked up in response, his cock plunging deeper into her colon, snuggled tightly in her body. Musashi pushed hard, giving her three or four quick punches with his cock, her pained grunting stirring him to greater debasement of her asshole.

He pushed two fingers in her pussy, feeling them separated from his cock only by the thin layer of flesh between the tunnels of her ass and cunt. He could almost grab it with his own hand inside her and jerk himself off, not caring what pain he was inflicting on her body, only his own satisfaction.

Asuka jerked up as his fingernails dug into her tender inner pussy. She tossed back and forth as her clit was flicked over and over by his fingertip, shooting sharp stabs of pain mixed with pleasure. Sobbing pitifully, she humped her ass up and down in response to the fingers and cock that continued to abuse her young body. Her eyes lost their focus as her body was slammed repeatedly onto the table, her breasts crushed against the cold surface.

Musashi plunged his cock harder and deeper into her asshole each time. His fingers tore at her pussy and clit. Sweat was dripping down onto her body as she lay beneath him, her legs spread obscenely, his cock slamming in and out of her. The only sounds in the room came from the slapping of naked flesh, the grunts and groans of a hard fucking, and Asuka's incessant whimpering. Her body shuddered as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.

He placed his full weight on her backside, making her move towards the end of the table, crawling and dragging herself shakily on her knees. Soon she was at the edge, clutching it with her sweaty hands so strongly that even her knuckles turned white while he continued to slam in and out of her poor rectum.

“Lift your head, kitty,” he panted. “Look at yourself.”

Asuka lifted her head and was stunned to see the teary blue eyes right in front of her. She had forgotten about the big mirror that was placed right at the end of table, and now she was on all fours before her own reflection.

She looked like an animal in heat, a bitch who had totally lost her mind in pleasure. The strands of her red hair sticking to her sweaty skin, the black cat ears gone somewhere in the furious fucking, her face flushed so furiously red that it was like the skin of a tomato, thick tears running down her swollen and stained cheeks, drool escaping her panting mouth.

But it was weird. She couldn't understand why this was so wrong. Why it hurt. Why anything. She knew only what she saw and felt.
Musashi did wait for any of it to sink. He was relentless. Harder, stronger, deeper he impaled her on his cock. Soon Asuka's face was pressed against the mirror, her hot breath fogging the smooth surface, her sweaty brow making it wet.

“Do you see that slut? Lick her face!” Musashi grunted an order as he continued to pump into the redhead in frantic pace.

Mindlessly, Asuka pulled back a little, extended her tongue and started licking her own sluttish reflection in the mirror, her pussy leaking like a waterfall, her body betraying her once again. And she wasn't surprised; deep down she knew she was a lustful whore.

She felt his cock push deeper, cramming her soft rectum as it expanded, larger than it ever had before as it began to shoot her full of hot cum. The substance burned her nasty insides, irritating her already inflamed and bleeding anal tissues, sticking to them in strings like hot glue and flooding the tine passage in white spunk. But despite this, her whoring body was delighted. And when Musashi began to pull out her asshole suddenly gripped his cock tightly and forced another load of cum from his balls.

She was actually milking his dick with her ass!

After he shot his last load into the hot cavity, Musashi collapsed down on top of her. The dead weight of his body over hers dragged the last breath of air from her lungs. His cock began to shrink inside her, her asshole rhythmically pushing it out as it did, squeezing the limp thing from her abused bowels the same way it would push out huge turd, and finally expelled it with a loud fart.

Asuka's face was red and sweaty as she lay slumped on the table. After a moment of sheer exhaustion, Musashi pushed up off her body and got off the table, but she could not move, her legs spread obscenely wide, her asshole swollen and red, cum dripping from it and her pussy, a puddle forming beneath her body. Her own reflection looked tired and spent, like a whore that was just thoroughly fucked.

Her vision became dimmer and dimmer, and Asuka slowly felt her consciousness drifting away. Finally blackness swallowed her and she welcomed it with open arms.



*

“Where is she?” Yui asked as a partially dressed Musashi opened the door. He looked tired, as she would expect. She didn't know how someone could have as much energy as he did, but he was young.

Musashi, clad only in his shorts, stepped aside, letting his eyes fall. “On the sofa.”

Yui didn't like to be called like this. The boys were supposed to take care of things on their owns. She understood, however, if this was no other option. Judging by what they said, there wasn't. She stepped inside the house, not taking off her shoes and walked into the living room, to the large sofa located right next to the heavy black table.

The distinct musky smell of sex still hung in the air. Yui came to stand in front of the sofa and look down at the redheaded lying on it. Asuka was wrapped up in a thick blanked, curled slightly on her side, her head resting on the armrest as if it were a pillow. They had not bothered to re-dress her. Her eyes were closed, and she had an arm stretched out over the edge of the sofa, the other disappearing against her chest under the blanked. Her legs stuck out bellow mid-calf. Her hair was everywhere around her deceptively peaceful-looking face.

Musashi was soon also standing there. “She passed out.”

“Again?” Yui almost felt sorry for her. Almost. But she knew the sort of pain this girl could inflict on people. The sort of pain she had spent most of her life inflicting on Shinji. Asuka couldn't know, of course, but Yui would not let the spawn of Kyoko Zeppelin follow the same path as her mother. Neither for herself, or for her Shinji.

Reaching into her bag and retrieving a lube of disinfecting cream, Yui dropped to her knees besides the sleeping redhead. She ran a hand up a creamy thigh, brushing the blanked off as she went and exposing more skin. Once she got to the waist, Asuka entire lower body exposed. Gently shifting her hips, she rolled her more heavily on her side and brought up her knees together. This left Asuka's red bottom completely exposed.

Yui placed a thick glob of the white cream on her index finger, and spread her ass cheeks with the fingers of her opposite hand. Asuka's tiny asshole was badly swollen and red, and there were still some traces of the lube around it and where it had leaked from the inside.

As Yui spread the cream around the puckered opening and dipped the tip of her finger in, Asuka moaned in her sleep. Yui moved slowly, carefully, letting the soothing touch of the cream do its work, though she had no doubt the girl would be feeling the results of this fucking for the next couple of days.

When she was done, she let her hands trail down the lean thighs, brushing the knees, down to the ankles and her feet. Soft, creamy skin all of it. No wonder she followed in her mother's footsteps. A body like this could also help her, but only if she accepted. Yui was determined that she would, if she hadn't already.

“Where are her things?” she asked.

Musashi stiffened behind her. “In the room. I'll get them for your.” He left.

Yui draped the blanked over Asuka again, covering her. No point in having her naked when she wasn't awake to feel nudity. She lipped her arms underneath the girl's knees, scooping them up, and behind her shoulders. Asuka muttered something she didn't quite catch.

“Taking you home,” Yui answered, before realizing that it wasn't a question because Asuka was not in any condition to ask anything. Her head rolled sideways as she brought her to her chest, eyes still closed, her body limp and easily handled.

Although she no longer a little girl, Asuka was slender and light enough to allow her to her carried. Yui kept the blanked around her as best she could while lifting her, but one arm and her two legs slipped out, feet swaying gently. She propped her up on her body. The younger girl rested her head instinctive against her bosom.

Asuka muttered something else. It sounded like `mama.' Yui couldn't tell.

Musashi reemerged holding a bag with Asuka's clothes, and her brown leather school bag. Yui sensei?”

“Put them in the car,” Yui said as she turned, the limp form in her arms clutched tightly to her. She wasn't heavy but that didn't mean she wasn't cumbersome. “Get the door.”

Musashi walked in front of her and held the door open.

“Where's Rei?” Yui asked casually as she passed him and walked the short distance to her car parked on the driveway. It was dark and there were no lights, and no danger of being seen for now. But Asuka couldn't sit up front, obviously. Yui signaled for Musashi to put the bags on the passenger seat instead, then for him to open the back door and help her getting her girl inside the car.

“Um, still with Keita,” Musasahi said, holding Asuka's head as they slid her onto the spacious back seat. “Maybe he's giving her a … uh, reward.”

Yui felt a touch of guilt. Rei was the only victim here. Although she knew the albino was interested in Shinji, she did not display any of the hurtful tendencies Asuka did. If she had asked her to tutor Keita and Musashi on her own she might have been suspicious because Rei was actually a better student and much more patient. For the sake of appearances, those were the very same qualities that made it indispensable for her to be sent along. Unfortunately.

Before it happened, Yui had been so upset with Asuka that she hadn't even thought of Rei as anything more than means to an end. It didn't help that the albino was always so silent and cold. Such things effectively dehumanized her in Yui's mind. Now she was just another victim of Asuka's depravity. She wasn't really sorry—it was a necessary sacrifice, and Rei might learn something about herself in the process—but maybe one day she'd feel the need to apologize.

Once the redhead was comfortably laid on the seat, her otherwise naked body wrapped discreetly in the warm blanked so that only her head and feet were visible, Yui shut the door. Nobody looking inside the car would be able to tell that she was anything but a tired teenager taking a nap.

Then she turned to Musashi. “Did she give you any trouble?”

“No.” He shook his head. “She did everything I said. Even the things I didn't think she would.”

Yui looked him over. Dressed only in his boxers, she could plainly see why Asuka's defenses would diminish the more she got used to having him around. It was easier for her to accept her whorish nature when her partner happened to be attractive, as Musashi certainly was. The behavior during the initial stages could be justified by simple animal attraction, even if it took place against the will.

But maybe he was too attractive, focusing Asuka's attention permanently on him rather than on herself. His psychological profile, which she had access to as a teacher, and a suggestion from Mana Kirishima, who knew him longest, had made her approach him. And while he'd come a long way, the redhead lying on the back of her car did not look any more broken than she ever was before.

Eventually, Yui was confident that Asuka would reach the point of not caring what her partner looked like as long as she got off. Like all sluts. By then she would no longer be able to hurt anyone, or even judge them according to her unreasonable prejudice. Whether Musashi was the one to get her there, she was not so sure.

Of course, she could not discount the effect that her own seduction and subsequent threat to remove her from their lives had on Asuka. She had been so distraught, so willing to submit. Surely she must have begun to realize that ridding herself of who she was would make everything better.

But even if she hadn't, one thing Yui knew for certain …

“Good,” Yui told Musashi. “Desperate people will do anything.”


*


Asuka was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She wasn't wearing anything underneath her bathrobe. Her hair was still slightly damp. She was alone in the house once again, as she often was lately. Yui was still at school while Shinji … she wasn't sure where he was, but because all guesses lead to him being with Mana she desperately tried not to think about it.

She had returned home a while ago and had a bath to wash away the day's grime, as she normally did. But even though her body was now clean, her mind was still as dirty as it ever was lately.

She couldn't remember much about the night Musashi popped her anal cherry—she knew what they had done to her because they told her and because she could feel the abuse her poor asshole had taken. Taking a crap still hurt like hell, and she was sure her tiny pucker had been permanently traumatized. Before sitting on the toilet had always led to relief, now it was just another reminded of her nightmare. That another of her holes had been ravished for the amusement of two cruel perverts who ruined her life.

But no matter how hard Asuka tried, she couldn't remember how it happened. She couldn't even remember how she got home. The night was a blank from the moment she drank that lemonade. There was the cat outfit, and the bells hanging from her nipples, and the drinking of the milk-cum, and the lemonade, and then just white noise punctuated by seemingly random memories of pain, fear, and pleasure.

Not knowing bothered her for some reason. If they had not shown her the video of her original rape she may have never known about it.

Just as bothersome, and equally perplexing, was the fact that they had left her alone ever since. Whenever she passed Musashi in the hall she gave him a look, as if to say “Pervert, what do you want to do with me today?” He would smile mischievously and walk away, leaving her feeling odd. After all the disgusting things she'd done, she should be glad. She was lucky that he was keeping his distance, whatever the reason.

But that wasn't the case. She would catch herself thinking about him in class, making obscene drawings in her notebook, usually depicting a girl who looked very much like her being molested and humiliated in different ways by a boy who looked like Musashi, recreating things that had been tried on her for real. And she would daydream, her mind carried far away by the hot wind emanating from her unused, burning pussy.

Musashi … why was he leaving her alone? Had he grown tired of her? No, he couldn't have. He wouldn't bother smiling back at her if he had. She kept checking her mobile phone for messages from him, demanding she took off her panties in class and waved them around or some other ridiculous thing she would be utterly ashamed to do but would do anyway. And when no messages came, Asuka thought about calling him back.

She never did. She just couldn't bring herself to do it. What if her fears were confirmed and Musashi had indeed decided to throw her by the wayside, like Shinji had? Like garbage. Another used condom. Asuka liked to think she was more to him.

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. She was a victim, brutally and cruelly raped, forced against her will. She wasn't supposed to like what they were doing to her or person doing it. She sure as hell wasn't supposed to get aroused by it, and the fact that she did made her feel very much like the confused teenager she liked to pretend she wasn't.

Asuka didn't understand why she began to get turned on whenever she thought about having sex with Musashi. She just did. Even though she still hurt from the last time, even after a full day of classes that normally left her dead-tired and repeated attempts at masturbation with various degrees of success, her body remained at the very tip of its sexual peak. Her libido was constantly raging out of control. Hormones took over her life, warping her thoughts and physiological responses. Sex was everywhere.

And not just in her waking life, either. She was having more of those strange erotic dreams almost every night too. Before they were just short scenes with her and Shinji, cuddling naked together, but now they were getting outrageously explicit; the positions dirtier and more perverted, and her partner wasn`t always Shinji. Sometimes she would even catch herself staring at Musashi's dark eyes as he continued to ravish her in her sleep. She could vividly see his cock, the dome shaped head, the veins running down the thick shaft, the heavy pair of balls, swollen with his semen.

She would wake up to find her hand stuck inside her panties, her fingers wet.

It was proof that her body wanted what it wanted and would torment her until it got it. Today, for example—after getting home the first thing she wanted to do was not to take a bath but to slip her hands under her dress and masturbate. She'd compromised with herself and done both, barely managing a pitiful and not very satisfying orgasm that had nothing on the volcanic eruptions she experienced with Musashi.

These cravings she had from deep within her groin frustrated her incessantly. She was constantly at the end of her sexual rope, wanting release and not always able to reach it with the desired intensity, which had the side effect of leaving her not just unsatisfied but pissed off.

Well, the good thing about masturbation was that it only took one, and that one was always ready when she was ready.

Without conscious volition, Asuka felt her hands trace her body. So hot. Soft. She was perfect. No wonder those perverts wanted her. She was coveted, and people did awful things for what they coveted.

The robe got in the way of her fevered imagination and quickly fell by the wayside as her warm hands ran all over her firm breasts. She felt her pink nipples harden as her hands stroked each mound softly. Moaning in delight, she pinched each little nub with her fingers. The heat between her legs steadily grew. The more she thought about having a dick shoved into her tight opening, the thicker her sticky pussy juices started oozing out of her

Her right hand moved down while her other hand continued playing with her breasts. Entranced by lust, the redhead slid it lower, running it down her flat belly to her curly pubic hair. She ran her finger slowly up and down her moist slit, stroking her swollen pink clit as she began to moan in pleasure.

Asuka rubbed her clit faster as she imagined a cock filling her lustful cunt. She moved her index finger further down, her tight pussy hole slippery and warm. Jamming this finger up the small opening, she started fucking herself madly.

Teen legs spread wide in the middle of such erotic masturbation. Asuka thrust her hips wildly as she began to push her finger in faster and with more determination to reach her climax. The finger was now drenched with honey, but soon she could hardly feel it. She slid a second finger in, feeling her pussy open more. It was better, but still nothing like a real cock. Rubbing her pussy alone wouldn't do it—she had to try a two-pronged assault.

Asuka gasped as she squeezed her left breast with one hand and implanted a third finger in her cunt. She picked up her speed, her slender body squirming all over her bed, making a mess on her sheets with her juices. She took her hand off her breast and let it glide up and down her clit. Then she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth, to taste herself. She kept her other three fingers buried in her pussy as she licked her own love-honey from those in her mouth.

She whimpered in excitement. Her heartbeat accelerated to a thundering rhythm, her body tightened as she felt her pussy clench her fingers. Panting and gasping, she surrendered to the wonderful sensation of toying with her pearl, teasing this little bundle of joy for all she was worth. But she needed more. She pinched harder on the erect clit, lifting her ass off the bed, heels digging into the mattress.

Asuka screamed quietly, shoving the corner of a pillow between her jaws to dampen the sound of her lust. She was so close, so close…

But despite all of her efforts, no final release came. No great wave of pleasure washed over her. If anything, it began to move further away.

Whimpering in frustration, Asuka worked her fingers furiously into her wet vagina. It was useless. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. But, maybe because of the drugs in that lemonade she was forced to drink or for whatever other reason, the fire between her legs just kept on growing. Burning her. She needed a hose to put this inferno out. Fingers just wouldn't do.

Finally admitting her defeat, far too desperate to think of anything else to do, the horny redhead jumped off the bed to retrieve her mobile phone. She dropped to her knees and dialed Musashi's number, her girl-juice slick fingers smearing the keypad.

“Hello,” he answered.

Asuka decided to go straight to business. “It's me. I'm coming over.”

“Huh?” It wasn't often she got hear Musashi being confused, but right now his voice sounded just like that.

“You know.” Asuka felt stupid that she even had to explain it. “To Keita's. For, um …dinner.”

“Oh.” There was silence, but when he started to speak again his voice had a much more familiar tone. ”Is Asuka nee-chan hungry already? I thought we fed you enough to last you a while.”

Asuka felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment, aware of the irony that it was her who was now freely coming to him and begging for sex. “S-shut up. Anyway, I'm coming over.”

“Sorry but you can't. Not to Keita's and not to my place.”

“But…”

“I could come over to your house though,” Musashi suggested.

A somewhat dreadful feeling took Asuka over. For a moment she considered calling it off, but the itch between her legs was unbearable. She was in heat and she had to do something about it if she didn't want to go crazy. Besides no one was at home anyway. “All right. But come quick.”

Musashi snickered. “Heh, you really want it bad, don't you nee-chan?”

“Just come over, idiot!” she yelled then as she was about to hang remembered something, a dull ache in her bum. “Wait!”

“What?”

“Just to fuck, okay? In my pussy,” she added. “Not to do things in my ass. Please. I'm still hurting from last time.”

Asuka didn't think he would agree but he did, surprising her yet again. With that she hung up and sat there on the floor for a moment, staring at the little device in her hands, wondering if it was all a huge mistake. Now she was actually inviting him to have sex with her, and in the Ikari's house no less! She hated her sluttish body for having such control over her, but at least this would take care of her lust.

Dressed in her usual home attire, minus panties because she couldn't take the clammy fit of the cotton over her already steaming twat, Asuka sat in front of the TV and turned it on. But after a while the itch in her loins made every program boring so she quickly turned it off and just sat on the sofa, swinging her legs and angrily watching at the clock, feeling like she was sitting on needles.

Minutes went by. Maybe half an hour. It was torture.

Just how long was he going to take anyway? He should hurry up and be here already!

Finally, her mobile phone buzzed. Asuka lunged, desperately, like a man dying of thirst reaching for a bottle of water. “What? Where are you?”

“Out front,” Musashi said.

“Well, come in then,” Asuka said, annoyed.

“Only if you give me a proper invitation, Asuka nee-chan.”

Proper invitation? Asuka frowned, not understanding. She was about to ask him what the fuck he meant, but he quick added, “Showing that gorgeous tight ass through the window, might work. That's what we are here for right?”

Though Asuka tried to convince him that it was useless, Musashi firmly stood his ground. She gave in. She really wanted it bad, and he was going to make her work for it. It was just another humiliation in a long line of others so what was point of arguing over it?

Asuka went up to the second floor into Gendo Ikari's former bedroom, moved a chair against the window, dropped her blue shorts around her ankles, and pressed her naked rear against the cold glass pane.

She placed her hands on her slightly bend knees she started rolling her buttocks up and down, feeling her cheeks stick uncomfortably to the smooth surface and growing hot because of the sun on the other side. She must be giving this pervert—and anyone else who just happened to be looking—quite a sight. Naked ass pressed tightly against the window so that the round cheeks flat against the glass. But if that's what she needed to get him inside the house so be it.

As it turned out, flesh, particularly soft, sweaty ass-flesh, was difficult to move this way. Asuka bit her lip, trying to keep up with the discomfort produced by the hot and cold sensations and her skin sticking, which was getting rather bothersome. She tried to focus completely on the movements - up and down, up and down, her flattened buttocks looking like two pale ovals on the window.

Suddenly she heard the sound the door opening. She heard two voices from below. One she knew so well, and another she learned to know well lately: Shinji and Musashi. In a panic she stumbled off the chair, quickly squeezing herself back into her shorts.

What if Shinji saw her perverse display? What have they been talking about? What if Musashi told him everything? Would it even matter?

Asuka wanted to fuck now, not live in her dream world that never would come true. Her dream world had already drifted away from her, and now Mana took her place next to Shinji while she herself was becoming a slut…

Quickly pushing such thoughts away, Asuka opened the door and padded went down the stairs, only noticing midway down that the tight shorts were rubbing against her pussy. These were the same pair of shorts she always wore at home, the ones that clung to her ass and pussy, leaving little to the imagination but were also very comfortable.

Now, however, highly aware that she wasn't wearing any panties, she could feel the material cling to every curve in her lower body, sliding between her lips as she walked. Heading towards the hall, she hoped that it would not make the wetness between her legs too obvious.

Once she entered the hall both boys greeted her.

“Uhm, Musashi said you are going to give him more lectures,” Shinji said, averting his eyes. Obviously things were still not right between them, and she doubted they would ever be.

“Y-yeah. Just to solve a few problems. You know, physics.” Asuka played along. After all it was physics in its own perverted sense, like the power of friction between bodies.

“And biology,” Musashi chirped in, watching Asuka's flushed face with a smile, fully knowing the real reason behind it. “Don't forget biology.”

There was an uncomfortable silence after that. Finally Shinji said, looking towards the kitchen, “Well, work hard. I'm going to make supper.”

And without waiting for an answer he left. It was obvious to Asuka that he wanted to stay away from her. To tell the truth that was what Asuka wanted too, but for different reasons. Yet it still ached seeing their relationship like this.

Musashi took her hand. “Now, Asuka nee-chan, you heard Shinji-kun. Let's work hard.”

He was still smiling at her. And soon Asuka found all her insecure thoughts being washed away.

Having someone else in the house changed things, however. While the horny redhead would rather get down to the nitty-gritty, toss off her clothes and scream for Musashi to impale her on his pole, it wasn't possible as long as Shinji remained within earshot. It was enough to make want to kick something, but the hand grasped in hers eased some of the frustration. Musashi was here for her. They just needed to find an opening.

Since they now had to stick with their cover Asuka and Musashi sat on the sofa in the living room, a few textbooks placed before them. They were not studying, but while she kept her eyes on the books trying to keep up appearances, his hand found its way to the leg band of her tight shorts.

Musashi caressed the thin material for a few minutes and, when Asuka didn't protest, began to slide it upward. His fingers slowly traced over the folds between her legs and continued to the waistband, staying on the outside. He probed further down while she bit her lips, and without looking at the tanned boy spread her legs wider. Beneath his hand Musashi could feel the cushion of her pubic hair and, further down, the outline of her lips and the dampness seeping through the fabric.

He found the spot that should have been just below her clit and began to apply pressure, rocking his hand back and forth. Damn, Asuka cursed. The bastard knew her own body even better than she herself!

Though he also turned his eyes to the books and his face remained expressionless, Musashi heard a definite change in Asuka's breathing pattern as he caressed her.

Then his finger slid in, the tip touching the soft, warm skin of her lower stomach. Asuka settled into the sofa a little more, opening her legs for him. Slowly, he inched more of his hand into her shorts.

Asuka's hand slowly, as if reluctantly, came sliding across Musashi's lap. Her fingers closed around the bulge of his cock through his pants, feeling the length. She had gotten pretty good at what she was doing. His dick was straining, eager for release, and the touch of a female hand upon it felt heavenly. The fact that in next room Shinji was making supper made it even more exiting.

Musashi slid his hand upward a few inches and then let his fingers slide deeper beneath the waist of Asuka's shorts. His fingertips felt soft, feminine skin and then kinky, curly hair. He continued downward, having to push harder now, until his fingers were moving across wet and slippery warmth. His middle finger curled, poking between an unseen set of lips that gripped eagerly back.

"Ah!" Asuka moaned, jumping a little at the contact. She shivered as Musashi began to move his finger.

Soon her hand crept under the waist of his pants and dug through his underwear. Her cool, soft fingertips closed around his shaft and began to glide up and down. She was gripping it with such strength and moving so fast that Musashi was afraid of coming to soon. With his free hand he grabbed Asuka's wrist and forced her to slow down a little.

He continued to finger her, feeling his hand get wet from her juices. He pulled his hand out and traced the wetness on his fingers over Asuka's lips. She could taste the saltiness of her own essence, but she didn't feel disgust anymore. It just made her feel more excited. Musashi then pulled his fingers to his mouth and sucked them, looking directly at the redhead's blue eyes, mesmerizing her.

“Uhm, I'm going out for a bit,” Shinji's voice sounded like thunder.

Asuka yelped, fearing that she'd been caught, and turned her head only to realize Shinji was not actually in the living room. She tried to pull her hand away from Musashi's crotch but he tightened his grip, telling for her not to move.

“Away? Where?” Asuka tried to steady her voice. It still trembled a little.

Shinji's head appeared from the corner. “Just away,” he said, their gazes meeting. Asuka's hand was still resting on Musashi's dick but she did not try to pull away now. Instead it tightened around his pulsating erection.

“Whatever,” she murmured. She could guess where this `away' was anyway and, more importantly, with whom he was going to be.

He nodded as if expecting for her to answer like that and retreated back to the hall. “I left the supper in the fridge.”

“Whatever.” Asuka's started to move her wrist again, feeling Musashi's sticky pre-cum oozing down her fingers. Her voice sounded lifeless.

“Well, I'm off.”

“Whatever,” she answered, but her grip became so strong that Musashi quickly jerked her hand, now slick with his pre-cum, away.

“Ouch, Asuka nee-chan!” he hissed, nursing his crotch. “I know he makes you angry but damn …”

Asuka watched her own glistering fingers absently, a thin string of his juices hanging between her index and middle finger, and wondered if this hand belonged to someone else. Maybe it did.

The sound of the closing door broke her trance her. In an angry, almost demanding manner, she shoved his hand back into his shorts and tugged at his pole, demanding for Musashi to lift his hips off the sofa. When he did, she furiously pulled the cloth of his shorts and underwear down, revealing his member in its full glory.

She stared at his throbbing cock as her started pumping his shaft very slowly and firmly, her other hand finding its way into her wet shorts to rub her clit.

Her fingers felt cool and very smooth. As she stroked him, she licked her hand once or twice to moisten up his cock, and Musashi experienced a new wave of pleasure from this on-the-spot lube. Asuka's gaze, filled with anger and dull pain but nonetheless wrapped in lust, sent small shivers down his spine.

Asuka began to rotate her wrist on every stroke towards the top of his dick so that her hand slipped around the whole member. She playfully rubbed his mushroom head with her fingers and tickled the very tip. She looked up at Musashi, her angry blue eyes meeting his relaxed dark ones, and then, still grasping his shaft in her hand, she bent her head down and licked the tip. Again. A few more times. He involuntarily jerked his hips forward, getting an inch of dick in her mouth before she abruptly pulled her head back.

He let her. Musashi was actually enjoying Asuka taking the lead; he understood that this was mostly because of her tensed relationship with Shinji, something even he could sense when he talked with Shinji outside the house, and with their little exchange just now. But he did not care. He just enjoyed whenever she acted in such seductive, lustful manner. Even if he was not the reason.

Asuka again brought the cock head towards her mouth and resumed tickling the tip with her tongue. She then slowly slid it between her lips, swirling her tongue around it while slowly drawing it in deeper. When the head reached the back of her throat she stopped and slowly squeezed her lips tight around his girth while sliding it out.

Her head gently bobbed up and down on his dick. She then pulled it out of her mouth, letting it lay down against his lower abs. Pressing her lips on either side of its shaft, she then began sliding her tongue and her lips back and forth, masturbating him with her mouth. She felt his cock pulsing between her lips and knew he was getting close to an eruption so she slowed and went back to blowing on him, sensing his body quiver slightly with each gust of breath she delivered.

Asuka pushed him into the sofa, straddling his hips with her legs, her burning crystal-blue gaze pinning him down just as much as her hot body did.

“You are beautiful.” Musashi reached up and took her face in his hands, feeling the soft skin of her cheeks. He pulled her forward, drawing her lips to his and she came willingly, parting her lips. He kissed her softly, feeling her puffy lips meeting his. The tip of his tongue eased out slowly, touching the inside of her lip and running it back and forth, tasting the smooth membranes and feeling the back of his tongue rubbing against her teeth. He withdrew after an instant, to catch his breath.

He didn't have much time, as it was Asuka who leaned in and their lips meet in a second kiss, her arms squeezing him tight, allowing him to feel her chest through her baggy yellow shirt against his. But instead of just touching her lips to his and then withdrawing, she kept them there, pressing them, letting them taste him.

Soon he felt the tip of her tongue reach out hesitantly, touching the underside of his upper lip. Her tongue was warm and soft, wet with her saliva as it touched briefly and pulled back into her mouth.
Emboldened by her first tentative move, she did it again, now letting her tongue slide completely between his lips.

Asuka wasn't used to kissing him. She was used to being fucked by him, but she never really kissed him on her own, and certainly not like this. Until today.

Musashi welcomed the change as he touched the tip of her tongue with his own and their taste buds connected. She pulled her tongue back again and then slid it in a little deeper, seeking and meeting his, allowing them to swirl together for an instant. He gave her tongue a little suck with his mouth and she hummed against him, driving it further into his mouth.

Their tongues glided together, her hands came up to the back of Musashi's neck and began caressing him there, lightly rubbing with her fingertips and scratching with her fingernails. The tanned boy let his own hands drop down to the redhead's lower back, his fingers feeling the muscle and skin, the softness that existed beneath the material of her baggy T-shirt.

Asuka teasingly swirled the tip of her tongue, gradually increasing the depth. He sucked on her lips for a moment, making them swell and then she did the same to his.

Asuka's lips left his mouth and slowly trailed down to his neck. She began kissing and sucking lightly, nipping at his earlobes. Then she pulled her lips from his neck. He could feel her poison grow as her panting became louder and hotter.

“Fuck me! Now!” Her voice sounded frustrated. To empathize her words she rocked her hips, still clothed in her tight shorts, against his swollen member. But Musashi stopped her with his hands on her waist.

“I thought girls like a little foreplay.”

Asuka groaned in annoyance, but leaned forward and kissed him again. Her right hand took his left and placed it on the swell of her breast, and Musashi felt the softness and firmness of her flesh. And even through the T-shirt he also felt the hardness of the nipple pushing into his hand, once again, confirming that the fiery redhead was very horny. He began to roughly squeeze her firm tits, making her moan back into his mouth.

It was almost five minutes before his hand slid down to the hem of her T-shirt and found it's way underneath. Asuka offered no protest; in fact, she arched her back to give him better access. He felt the soft, smooth skin of her stomach as his palm worked its way upward—soft and slightly moist from the perspiration that slowly started to collect. The boy felt the ribs beneath the flesh and soon her right breast was against palm, her nipple pushing directly into it.

Asuka's breathing became frantic as Musashi caressed her, her tongue plunging deeper and deeper into his mouth, exchanging their spit. Her own hand slid beneath Musashi's shirt, feeling his flesh, caressing it. Finally it slid down, her fingers dipping bellow his waistline without any hesitation and finding his pulsating staff. She gave the tip an encouraging squeeze, feeling some of the pre-cum leak out.

The lustful redhead continued to caress his member while Musashi continued to feel her bare breasts. He switched from one to the other, comparing them, touching them, relishing them. Then he broke the kiss, making Asuka whimper. “Do you like that, nee-chan?”

“Yes, dammit, you bastard!” she cried shrilly. “Just put your dick in me and fuck my brains out!”

He chuckled and leaned in. They kissed and licked on each other's necks and ears. He could taste the salty tang of her flesh slowly becoming covered in sweat, as he kissed her velvet throat, feeling how it moved when she swallowed, and nibbled on the softness of her earlobe. Her nipple pushed insistently against his hand. Her breathing quickened at his touch and her arm tightened around his neck. The base of his erection was now firmly pressed to her pubic bone.

She moved back and forth, the rough fabric of her shorts rubbing against his crotch. Her hands dropped down to his butt and pulled firmly, him against her, even though his weight and the sofa restricted her movements.

Asuka broke their kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting her mouth with his like a bridge. They looked into each other's eyes, her crystal blue orbs clouded by lust and anger. There was a tint of emptiness behind them, but there was no hesitation anymore.

“Fuck me hard! Now!” she demanded leaning back into him, putting her mouth back to his and pulling him against her, encouraging him with her hips.

His palms went back to caressing her bare stomach and breasts. Her tits were not big but they were pleasantly firm, erotic to touch and well shaped, perfectly fitting in his hands. The skin of her breasts was warm and moist from perspiration and the inner fire of her arousal.

Asuka moaned as Musashi slid his palms back and forth across them, as his fingers gently touched and flicked her erect nipples. Her chest heaved as she panted with sexual excitement. It wasn't the first time he touched her, but it was the first time she was really giving herself to him.

She looked at him, running tongue across her lips as she covered his hands with hers, giving a not-so-gentle squeeze. Soon he started kneading and shaking her firm tits, in a rough way, which made the redhead moan louder.

“Please.” Asuka started gyrating her hips again. She slid it up and down a few times, feeling his shaft touching the material that covered her crotch. Her hands left her breasts to squeeze and fondle the sides of his hips as he, ignoring her plead, did the same with his own, dropping down and grabbing her ass cheeks. His fingers slid beneath the short, the outlines of his hands as he was squeezing her ass visible, touching bare flesh.

Her buttocks were smooth and silky. They also were very warm. Musashi dug his nails into her white skin, making Asuka hiss in pain. She crouched there for a moment just staring into his eyes and smiling lustful yet unhappy smile, rubbing her pelvis against his cock, savoring the sexual intensity they shared with each other.

If sex was the way to fight the pain and loneliness, so be it. If lust could destroy those aching feelings in her chest, then she would become most lustful bitch in the world. It was like natural selection. Fucking survival of the fittest.

As her hips grinding against him intensified, Asuka lifted her upper body and looked him straight in the eyes. She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, her white, firm breasts capped with pink areolas bouncing slightly. She threw T-shirt over her head and leaned into him.

Her naked left breast was suddenly against Musashi's face, the hard nipple pushing into his cheek. He slid his tongue out and licked around the perimeter, finally touching the nipple, feeling the rough ridges of it.

She slowly shuffled forward, popping her breast free from his mouth, nipping at his lower lip with hers until she slowly pressed her lips full against his. She breathed in deeply and began kissing him desperately and passionately. She put her hand behind his head, running her fingers through his hair. Once their tongues parted, she was breathed out heavily.

“Please… Fuck me...”

But Musashi was in no hurry. He reached to take erected nipple back into his mouth and teased the tip for the briefest instant and then eagerly sucked it into his mouth, suckling it as a baby would.

Asuka's fingers gripped his head pulling him tighter against her chest. She moaned and cooed as Musashi suckled, her fingers running spastically through his hair. He switched to the other nipple, bathing it with his saliva, his hand cupping the first.

And then suddenly she was pulling back from him, an angry expression on her face, her hand pushing off his shoulders, her nipple popping free of his mouth and leaving a trail of his saliva on it.

“Just fuck me, you bastard!” She was practically crying.

But Musashi wanted to drive her crazy with lust, his hands crossed on her back pulling her breasts closer to his lips again as he swirled his tongue around it, suckled it, kissed it. Then he reached behind her shorts.

“Yes! Yes!” Asuka moaned opening her legs wider. Musashi squeezed her inner thigh and then the back of his hand reached the junction of her legs. He felt dampness against his knuckles and Asuka drew in a sharp breath, wantonly pushing her crotch into him.

Continuing to suck her breasts he let his hand turn over so his fingers were now touching her. He felt the wet material of her shorts and the outline of her swollen lips. He pushed slightly making circles around the area of her clit through the thin layer of clothing. It was soaked.

"Oh God," Asuka moaned, her hips bucking a little. "Put it in!"

Musashi raised his head from her breasts and looked up so he was staring in her eyes. "Be patient, nee--"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence as Asuka shoved her tongue into his mouth, attacking him viciously, her lips furiously sucking and trapping his tongue between her teeth. Her hand slid down to his crotch and began to squeeze his pulsating erection. “Fuchh mee, orr I rip hem off!” she slurred.

Well, that was crazy enough, Musashi told himself, and slid one finger in, probing with his nail, the soft and warm insides of her pussy.

"Ja!" she moaned into his mouth, letting go of his tongue and sucking his upper lip instead, running her tongue along his teeth. He pulled his hand, patting her coarse, curly hair between her white thighs.

He pushed onward as she spread her legs even more. He touched warm wetness and smooth lips, felt the erect clit and then his middle finger was resting against her lower lips again. Her crotch began to push upward against his hand, demanding more, and he finally gave it to her.

Musashi's middle finger slowly slid into her tight warmth, her membranes clutching at him greedily. It slid in easily, lubricated by her copious juices. Then another finger. And another. She was still so tight, despite the fact that she was brutally fucked by him and by Keita on so many occasions already. She was looser than before, now requiring at least three fingers where one had been enough before, but tight was tight.

Asuka mumbled something mindlessly in German, squeezing him extra hard. Her cool, eager fingers still wrapped around his cock, feeling it, playing over it as if it were a flute, moving harshly over it while her hips continued to move up and down under Musashi's own fingers.

He increased the pressure, pushing against her clit, rubbing his hand in circles.

"Ohhhh! Yesss!" Asuka moaned, her own hand becoming erratic. She grabbed his forearm and pulled it harder into her. Her hips were now a blurring of up and down movement, driven by instinctive force. Her juices soaked Musashi as he rubbed her clit and slid his digit in and out.

As the wave of pleasure crested, she lost the ability to speak coherently. She only moaned and grunted. The heat began to spread—all the pent-up desired that had been burning inside her overwhelming her sense. Finally, she arched upward in her saddle, all of her muscles tighting. Her fingernails dug into his forearm painfully.

"Ich kooooommeeeeee!"

Musashi continued to rub her even as she came down, her butt dropping back in his lap as her body relaxed, spent from the furious of orgasm. A contented sigh escaped from her lips. Slowly he pulled his hand from her crotch.

But to his surprise she reached out and grasped him once more, encircling his shaft with her fingers.

"Didn't you just came?” he asked confusedly.

“So what?” Rest was the last word that swirled in Asuka's mind. She was lost in it already. She increased her speed and loosened her grip as her hand stroked him eagerly. “I want this hard, thick cock inside my cunt. Not just a finger.”

Her hand was completely covered in his pre-cum but neither seemed to care.

“Wow, nee-chan, you are such a wanton whore!” Musashi snapped his two fingers on her nipple, striking the delicate morsel, the pain jolting her body. The fingers moved to the other, snapping again on the erect tissue, another jolt of pain running through her body.

“You should be really,“ His fingers reached out again, grabbed her tits and began to pull them from her body, watching as her nipples elongated, his fingers digging harder into her flesh to make sure it did not lose its grip, “ashamed of yourself.”

Asuka hissed in pain but her hands did not stop stroking his member. She will be embarrassed later, now all she wanted to have a release, to forget everything in the carnal lust. She knew she was a coward. Sex was just another mean to escape, but if she could forget everything in it - it was well worth it.

Musashi released her nipples, the flesh snapping back, her nipples and areola turning red from the abuse, but staying hard and erect.

Ignoring the hands that were handling her soft tits in such a rough manner, Asuka bent Musashi's dick towards her, aiming it at her cunt. She desperately wanted to feel it inside her. Rubbing its mushroom-shaped tip against her labia through the soaping, stained front of her shorts, she looked down at herself, thinking about the fastest way to get rid of the inconvenient garment.

And suddenly she was flipped over and now it was Musashi lying on top of her, his shirt covered chest crushing against bare, heaving tits, his mouth sucking onto hers. Her shorts were ripped down her legs with a vicious swipe of his hand, exposing her glistening, leaking, pink cunt. He spread her legs, his hands around the back of her knees, opening her like a compass

Asuka did not mind the violence. All that mattered was the sex and the release it brought. The redhead wrapped her legs around Musashi's ass, pulling him into her full force. And he started to drive into her, spreading her dirty labia with his shaft, making her moan and trash her head in pleasure.

Yes, this was the oblivion she was seeking!

Room, table, books, and everything else stopped existing. It was just a penis slamming into a wet cunt, balls slapping against the white flesh bellow. And the wet noises of sex, and the thumping of the sofa as it was pounded by the combined weight of two heated, thrusting, squirming bodies filled the living room.



*

Tokyo-3 slowly sank into darkness as nightfall stole the light of day. Asuka Langley Sohryu stepped on the cold kitchen floor with a shiver, her feet bare, her body still intolerably hot from the last fucking she received. She was also still completely naked, from head to toes not a stitch of clothing on her. Even her hair-clips were gone. Tiny pearls of sweat were visible everywhere on her flushed skin.

Ignoring the discomfort of the floor on her feet and the cool night air on her heated skin, and, of course, that she was walking around the house in the buff, she made her way to the fridge. She took a bottle of mineral water from the rack on the door and drank long, refreshing gulps. Her throat was parched. It felt like she was dying of thirst.

Sex. That was how Asuka would describe the last 4 hours of her life. She and Musashi were screwing each other like rabbits. They fucked, rested for short periods to use the toiled or refreshing themselves as she was doing now, and then fucked again.

After doing on the sofa they retreated to Asuka's room, which was, in fact, where she left Musashi, his tanned, naked body lying on her dirty bed sheets as he was trying to catch his breath. She knew that once returned they would have another round.

His stamina was really incredible. He came in her so many times that her sheets had to be beyond repair by now, thoroughly soaked with his sperm and her pussy juices. The last few times it was a bit unpleasant because of all the fresh dampness surrounding them. On the other hand, the dried-up fluids caked on the sheets, making them stiff and not exactly pleasant to lie on either. Asuka was pumped with so much cum she could open her own sperm back.

They were like animals fucking, too. They didn't talk. They didn't cuddle. They just had sex. There was no love between them, just the urges of their bodies which seemed insatiable.

Asuka had heard stories that her homeroom teacher Misato Katsuragi and her former guardian--and first crush--Ryoji Kaji had once been having sex for a whole week without leaving bed. But even if that was true she doubted it was as intense. Besides there was something more between them - love.

There was no place for love in Asuka's bedroom, just sex, sex and more sex. Sex on all fours, sex face to face, sex lying down, sex on top, sex on bed, sex on floor, sex lying down again, sex against the wall.

She felt as if she'd been put through a washing cycle. Her muscles were tired, her empty stomach begged her for food, and her pussy—the insistent soreness had nagged her at first and then turned into actual pain. She was sure she had pulled something. Even with her own natural lubrication, which was always plentiful, and all that sperm sloshing around inside her, the walls of her cunt felt like they were made out of sandpaper, and hurt when she walked. Part of the reason Musashi kept saying she was so tight was probably because she was so swollen.

Asuka sighed staring into the darkness, wondering just what the hell she has been doing here, standing butt naked in the kitchen, drinking mineral water and about to be fucked some more despite how painful it became. On her own will too.

Suddenly, she felt hands encircle her from behind. She didn't have to look to know that it was Musashi. She recognized his smell of the sweat, his touch, and even his body warmth.

One hand went up to cup her breast while another took the water bottle from Asuka's hand and bringing it to his mouth. Asuka could hear him gulping down the water behind her as he softly kneaded her firm left tit, pinching her small nipple between his fingers.

“I got lonely without you, nee-chan. See?” He pressed his hot erection against her round buttocks, pushing into her dark crack. As she tried to move away, the hand resting on her breast pulled her back, using her own breast like a handle.

“Not in my ass,” she said, a little afraid. “You promised.”

“Don't worry.” He brought the water bottle in front of her, right above her breasts and poured some of the water on her flesh mounds. Asuka shivered, feeling the cold streams running down her breasts, her navel, into her pubic hair, and finally down her inner thighs and legs, making a puddle between her feet.

Musashi pulled the bottle back and poured the rest of the water down Asuka's back. The redhead hissed, arching her back a little at the ticklish, cold, wet feeling running alongside the hollow of her spine, into the crack between her ass cheeks, where he was still holding his stiff member, and the backside of her legs.

He then threw an empty bottle away, not really caring where it landed. Just like he didn't care that there was quite a puddle on the kitchen floor beneath them.

Musashi started to roam both of his hands down Asuka's glistering body. He juggled her breasts a little, a few droplets falling off, before going down, tracing lazy circles around her navel with his right thumb and rubbing her red pubic hair with the heel of his left hand.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” he asked, blowing into her left ear. Asuka trembled.

Deep inside she knew it was wrong. Shinji could come home any second and would see them both totally naked. But so what? He was screwing Kirishima anyway, so she could as well fuck whoever she liked. Besides he probably would pay more attention to the puddle and an empty plastic bottle on the floor than at her. He already showed just how much he cared about her, abandoning her just like everyone else.

At least Musashi wanted her, even if he used her as his personal fuck toy. Was she any better? She used him just as much to escape her own collapsing life.

So in the end she just leaned back into him, smelling his musk mingled with the trace odor of her drying cunt-cream, and feeling the mutual warmth of their bare skin as they pressed against each other, the wetness of the water, and his penis throbbing between the cushions of her buttocks. Musashi stroked her wet back gently, feeling the knobs of her spine and the swell of her ass. He dipped a hand briefly between her cheeks enjoying the soft, wet and warm sensation, moving a finger around to lightly stroke her hot, moist vaginal opening.

She gasped a little at the touch and her hips pressed down as a little fresh wetness dribbled onto his fingertip. And it wasn't wet just from the mineral water.

“Come with me, I have a present for you,” Musashi whispered, and pulled her hand. Asuka found herself following him without resistance, giddily even. Running naked through the house with him made her feel like a girl for the first time in forever.

She thought he was pulling her back to her room to fuck her again, which was perfectly fine with her, but she frowned when they passed her bedroom door and stopped instead in front of Shinji's.

“Wha--“

“Can you do it, Asuka nee-chan?” Musashi asked, rubbing his finger against her bare lower skin.

Somehow she knew what he meant with that. Was she ready to have sex in Shinji's room? It would mean leaving all her dreams about the young Ikari in the past.

Deep inside she knew that she could not do that. Asuka Langley Sohryu could not give up on him yet, but Asuka the whore could. Right now, as her lust fueled her anger, she was more the latter than to former. It wasn't even close. She could imagine Shinji right now hugging Mana and kissing her, or maybe both of them were lying naked in some cheap love hotel by now. And she let those thoughts dictate her answer.

Asuka battled Musashi's tongue with her own as she turned around pressing her firm breasts against his warm skin, pushing him inside of Shinji's room.

Pain, regret - those things would come later. But now all that she had was lust, anger and emptiness, and she embraced them all. Completely. Pushing naked Musashi onto the bed an absurd thought flashed in her mind. At least sheets would be clean, though still slightly damp from all the water clinging to her body. She was really getting annoyed with all that cum and juices sticking to her butt whenever he was being fucking in her own bed.

Asuka smiled at Musashi, her hand reaching for his cock, slowing encircling the head of it and stroking it.

And as she stroked his cock, feeling the hot flesh beneath her fingers pulsate, her pussy was creaming with anticipation. She really was a slut. Even with all the fucking she received today it was not enough to satisfy that beast between her legs.

The redhead got up on her knees and scooted over his hips, her legs on each side, spread wide. She looked down, her face flushed, and licked her lips. Her pussy lips were spread wide, her juices still glistening on the pink flesh. Musashi's cock bobbed before her as she grasped it, feeling it jerk in anticipation of entering her.

She scooted forward a little and lay down on his upper chest, letting her nipples slowly run over his chest, the hard buds scraping sensuously over him. She rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy slit, making sure that it moved all the way up to her clit and moaned as the hot head, with pre-cum oozing out, touched her erect nub.

Finally her hand moved the cock to her pussy, lining up it up. Asuka pushed down, feeling the head suddenly entering her harder than she had planned, and whimpered as it reminded her how sore she was. But she was unable and unwilling to stop it. Her hips lowered down on him and he pushed up as well. Her tight pussy filled with his meat as it entered her gripping flesh.

She sat up on his cock, held firmly in place as if on a saddled. Then she slipped forward, jerking her hips until almost all of him was buried inside her. Asuka began to roll her hips, his cock moving around her stuffed, sore cunt. God, it hurt so good. His hands move up to her breasts, his fingers taking the nipples between them, rubbing the hard tips between his soft fingers.

The redhead squirmed back on her ass, pulling his cock out until only her the head remained gripped tightly in her pussy. Then she thrust forward, hard. His cock took the breath out of her as she was completely filled. It had never been like this before, being able to control the hot thing inside of her, fucking him instead of being fucked.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!” She was jerking back and forth, loving the feeling of it filling her up each time. She gripped his cock as it pulled from her wet pussy, relaxing as she forced it back in, feeling it hit deep inside her with each thrust, her juices letting it slide effortlessly from the her meat sleeve. Asuka was moving her hips up and down, her beautiful breast bouncing in the rhythm as fucking herself.

“Heh, I still need to give you my present.” Musashi roughly grabbed one of Asuka's tits and squeezed it hard.

Apparently he really liked doing that. The redhead moaned again but didn't react. When Musashi let go the imprint of his hand was obvious on the tender flesh.

“I talked to Shinji today,” he panted. “I didn't know your birthday was coming soon. You should've said something. I'll get you something nice, but here's a gift for now!” Of course it wasn't a birthday gift at all, just another perverted toy of his, but Musashi loved to make things more humiliating for Asuka.

He pulled out what looked like a pair of gold alligator clamps with a thin, golden chain attached between them. It looked almost like jewelry, and it sort of was. Musashi then attached each clamp around Asuka's pink tipped tits, the little teeth digging into the tender flesh, not breaking the skin but squeezing with sharp pain.

Asuka had begun to come back to earth and let out a sharp squeal as the jaws slammed shut. Now as she bounced there was pain filling her up whenever her breasts swung. Musashi reached up and pulled on the nipple chain. She yelled again, but did not ask him to take it off. Leading her by the chains, working them like the reins of an animal, he controlled Asuka's pace—pulling more sharply if he wanted her to go down fully or pulling up if he wanted for her to rise on his penis.

Asuka frantically began ridding her ass against him while he laughed aloud and grabbed the redhead's hips with his free hand, thrusting hard and fast into the warm sticky pussy that was just begging for more. The loose golden chain was now hitting the upper side of her stomach, unless Musashi decided to torture her some more and pulled her reins, stretching her poor nipples and breasts painfully.

He was piercing her vagina like a knife through butter, feeling her accept him all the way to her womb. Musashi reached forward and pulled the nipple chain. She leaned into him until his mouth closed over hers, their wet tongues twisting and probing together as their hips continued to make wet slapping noises.

Even through the waves of pain coming from her perky nipples, Asuka could feel more moisture seeping from her well-used cunt. The pain—both from her nipples and pussy—was turning her on.

Musashi tugged on her nipples again. “Turn around.”

Without any protest, Asuka lifted herself off and turned around, giving him a good look at her obscenely squatting body. Now facing his widely spread legs and the door, she felt his hands caressing her hips and guiding her back against his member.

“Yessss!” she moaned once the familiar stiff meat entered her, stretching her wet labia for the umpteenth time. Water and sweat rolled down her body as Asuka shook her head wildly from side to side, red strings of her hair sticking to her flushed face. She placed her both hands on the bed to support herself as she rode his cock.

The chain was hitting her tender skin, but she paid not attention. Her buttocks lifted and flattened against his pelvis as she rode him like a sex crazy cowgirl. Her hips moved in a slight circular motion, trying to take him as deeply as possible.

Shinji's bed was creaking under their weight as they both slammed into each other, naked skin rebounding of the naked skin, droplets of sweat and water bouncing of them into the white sheets. Asuka was panting like a dog, her vision clouded by lust.

And then she saw a creak appear on the door, and the familiar light blue eyes staring at her. They were round and wide from shock. For a long second Asuka felt lost, terrified and hysterical, but just for a second as another wave of pleasure took her and she pulled herself down on Musashi's cock, looking straight into Shinji's eyes.

She wanted to hurt him. To have her revenge. And because if he was hurt then it meant he felt something for her. She wanted to escape the pain. She wanted to be needed. It mixed in her head, turning into another feeling - lust.

And so she rode cock, her hips moving in obscene circles, her eyes burning into his, her tongue wetting her lips, the golden chain of the nipple clamps tinkling against her skin, sweat and water rolling down her heated skin, her red mane flying freely as she shook her head in carnal pleasure, her mouth panting, her buttocks slamming against Musashi's thighs, the bed creaking with increasing speed and volume.

She hovered above Musashi, arching her back, moving back against his chest, letting her red hair fall behind her, moaning in exquisite passion. He reached a hand and began caressing her lips with his fingers. She responded by taking two fingers in her mouth and sucking on them. But even then her eyes were burning into the Shinji's.

Her mind was screaming.

Look at me! Look at me! Notice me! Hate me! Be disgusted by me! Lust for me! Love me! Despise me! Just don't ignore me!

Musashi grabbed hold of her breasts, twisting her nipple-clamps, groaning as his climax got closer and stronger. He did not know how much longer he could hold out. One hand moved down over her stomach, moving over her clit, a finger rubbing the hard bud, now red and swollen. He gripped it tightly between his fingers and pulled it down until it rubbed against his cock.

Asuka arched more giving him easier access to her body.

The orgasm overcame her. Her pussy clenched and unclenched on the hot cock inside her. She felt it jerk and begin to shoot, his hot sperm shooting deep inside of her, mixing with her juices. For a few moments Musashi continued to pump up on his hips, fucking his cock in and out of her, refusing to stop, until she was completely full with his hot cum.

Soon he could see it running back out onto his softening cock. He pulled it from her pussy and she collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged. He let his hand rub through her hair, pushing her face sideways to his, capturing her panting mouth with his.

Their tongues swirled against each other, exchanging their spit, pink muscles battling each openly as strings of drool landed on Musashi and the white pillow. All this time Asuka's eyes remained on the blue orbs staring from behind the door.

They thrashed together in agonizing ecstasy until Asuka finally dropped her head on his shoulder, spent. She could feel their mixed cum running out of her stretched opening, down her inner thighs, some getting on the bed sheets. They lay there gasping together for several minutes before she pulled herself off of his cock, rubbing her eyes with the back of a shaking hand. Facing the slightly opened door she spread her labia, revealing the torrent of his sticky white jizz slowly oozing out of her.

At that moment she wasn't feeling pain, shame or despair. No, she was showing him her true self—the most undeniable truth about her filthy existence. She almost felt triumphant.