Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ TABOO PARALLEL ❯ Stage 05: You Are My Bitch Now ( Chapter 6 )

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

Stage 05: You Are My Bitch Now.

Asuka slowly opened her eyes and groaned. Every part of her body felt sore, as if someone had beaten her with a baseball bat, and specially the place between her legs. The first thing she noticed that she was still completely naked, then that she was in her bedroom again, and finally … that there was an arm draped over her breasts and a faint snoring sound next to her right ear.

She turned her head and saw Musashi lying sprawled next to her. He was butt naked too. And then it hit her.

All of the events of the previous night started to swirl in her head—the continuous sex they had, her own lust, her anger, and Shinji. Suddenly it felt like someone had packed her heart with ice cubes when she thought about her childhood friend. He'd seen them. He knew now.

Guilt, shame and despair took over her. Yesterday she was hiding behind her lust and now it was the time to pay the price. Now it was the time to face the naked truth, which was lying on the dirty sheets reeking of dried-up sperm and cunt juices.

She wasn't sure if she would be able to look into his eyes again. That was, if he would even look at her. He'd seen her at her lowest - having sex with another guy, loving every second of it, and in his own bed no less. She kept on fucking when he discovered her. Even when they had gone back to her room Musashi and her just kept on fucking. They didn't stop when Yui returned at one in the morning, and continued to fuck two or three hours after that.

Shinji probably thought she was a whore, and she could not blame him for that. After all, she herself thought so too. Just a whore. A real fucking slut.

Asuka buried her face in her hands, but there were no tears. She felt empty as she lay there, naked on dirty sheets with traces of dried cum all over her body and with a guy whom she'd never liked next to her.

Yet one of the most annoying things about being alive is that no matter how deep your grief or disgust was you still had to go to the toilet.

The redhead lifted herself up into a sitting position, letting Musashi's hand slide into her lap. He murmured something in his sleep but did not wake up. Not willing to face him now, Asuka carefully pushed his hand off her thighs and stood up. After taking few steps into the hall she realized that she was still naked. Lately she had been spending so much time like this, usually spread wide, that her own nudity had seemed to become so natural that she was forgetting herself.

For a moment she considered going on naked but decided against it. Even if all three people in the house had seen her naked—hell, all three of them had sex with her one way or another—she still at least had to cling to some modesty, despite knowing how futile it was.

Groaning, she returned to her room to put underwear and a white T-shirt that was long enough to cover her rear. Once that was done, she headed back down the hallway, towards the bathroom.

She stopped at the entrance to the kitchen - Shinji was there, making breakfast as always. Of course he would be there, Asuka chided herself, it was his responsibility.

“Good morning Asuka,” he said in an unreadable voice, without turning his head. “Slept well?”

Asuka felt new lump of hatred and anger rising in her throat.

So he had decided to act normal, as if nothing happened. And why would he not, just because he'd seen his best friend having sex in his bed? He already showed her how much he cared about her before. So he'd seen, so what? He just waited until they were done, changed the sheets, and went to sleep. All that so he could wake up and fucking make breakfast without giving a second thought to last night's events.

“That's none of your business!” Asuka was staring daggers at his back, but he just shrugged his shoulders as if expecting, or not really caring, what she had to say.

Fuming, the redhead waited for a few moments for him to voice a response but when it became clear that he had taken much more interest into preparing food than in her, she stomped towards the bathroom.

“So the rumors are true after all? You and Musashi are dating?”

His voice caught her right at the bathroom door. Asuka turned to him but he still had his back turned towards her.

“You have a problem with that?” Asuka glared at him. For a moment she thought she saw his shoulders dip, but quickly got over such ridiculous thought. He did not care for her.

“I was just surprised, that's all.”

He must have been upset about his sheets, the redhead thought bitterly. She saw his left hand at his side start clenching and unclenching. There was another uncomfortable silence. She could hear the clock ticking, as if it was the only thing alive in this room.

“If you have anything to say, then do so,” finally, unable to stand the tension, Asuka spat out.

His body tensed for a split of second, then he leaned forward and resumed making breakfast without saying a word.

“Coward!” Asuka whispered under her breath and tore the bathroom door open, and slammed it shut behind her.

She rushed across the tiled space, grabbed a random bottle of shampoo and threw it into the wall in a fit of rage. There was a loud sound; Shinji didn't call to see if she was alright. It was not like she was expecting him to anyway.

She went towards the sink supporting herself by holding the edges of the porcelain. As she felt nausea rising up from the pit of her stomach she thought she would vomit. But after a few long, deep breaths she calmed down and lifted her eyes to the mirror.

The mess that she saw in there had hardly anything to do with the prideful Asuka Langley Sohryu than lived now only in her head. Her red mane was so disheveled that it reminded more of the red wire rather than hair, traces of dried up juices were on her face, and her eyes were red and had glazed look about them, almost lifeless.

She wasn't the same girl anymore. Her present had no real connection to the past. Or her future… whatever future she could have. Did it even matter? She'd lost her dreams anyway.

Lifting the plastic toilet lid, Asuka pulled down her panties and sat to pee. Even this felt odd—it occurred to her then that she was fucked on the toilet more times than on a bed.

She hung her head, red bangs cascading down. She was sick and tired of all this. Sick to her stomach. Sick that every time she was fucked she ended up loving it more. Maybe it would be better to run the bath with warm water one last time and slit her wrists, allowing the blood to gush, taking the pain away. Like Seneca. What was the point of hanging around?

Her dreams were broken; her innocence was ripped away from her; her mind getting slowly swallowed by her twat. She could finally join her mother, just like she should have so many years ago.

A sudden flash of her mother hanging from the ceiling left her stone cold. Her nails dug into her skin.

No! She wouldn't give up! She wouldn't be a doll hanging from a rope! She'd lived through that, and she could live through this as well. Dammit, she could live through anything! And it was only a matter of time before Musashi screwed up. Sooner or later, she'd get him—only a part of her wasn't sure she wanted to.

Fuck that! Abruptly Asuka stood up, threw her T-Shirt and panties off to the corner and headed into the shower.

The redhead hissed with pleasure as the soothing water started to slowly run down her tender skin, washing away the grimy remains of all-night-long sex. At least it made her feel refreshed. Asuka doubted if she could ever feel clean again. So be it. She wouldn't let the loop tighten around her neck. Not yet.

She dried herself off with the towel and stepped back into her panties, pulling the loose- T-shirt back on her skin. She was slightly wet underneath, not enough to make the shirt wet. She always liked feeling the slight moisture leave her skin on its own, taking some more heat with it, helping keep her cool for a little while longer.

However, when she turned towards the bathroom door, she stopped cold in her tracks. A tanned boy was leaning against the door frame, watching her. His face was twisted into his ever-present dark sneer.

Musashi was completely naked, his boxers and T-shirt already pooling on the floor at his feet. And what a perverted sight he was. His right hand firmly grasped on his pulsating erection, the wrist moving up and down the shaft. His left hand was holding a glass full of orange juice. His member was already slightly shiny with the pre-cum - he must have been masturbating and sipping his drink while watching her shower.

Asuka had been so preoccupied that she hadn't noticed.

Mentally, she hated this boy for everything he had done to her. Physically, she had to admit he was gorgeous; slender, muscular body; tanned, dark skin; handsome face. Any girl would think herself lucky to have a boyfriend like him. But such was her luck that the one guy who was openly obsessed with her was also the one responsible for most of her misery.

“Good morning, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi crooned. “Slept well?”

It was a second time she was asked that, and it made her just as angry as before. “No. In fact, I almost didn't get any sleep at all,” she retorted angrily, but this only made his annoying smile broader.

“Sore?”

What the hell did he think? He had practically fucked her up the wall, repeatedly—of course she was sore. Her pussy felt like it was full of sandpaper. But she didn't think he was really concerned in the least.

His body was blocking the door, but he was not nearly as broad as to block the entrance completely, so Asuka just ducked and squeezed pass him. As she did, his right hand left his penis and grabbed her forearm. His slick and moist fingers dug into her skin, like a wet reptile. The fiery redhead tried to yank her hand away, but Musashi's grip was strong enough to keep a hold on her.

“Let me go!” She kicked his shin. It only made him tighten his grip and pull her to him. Her breasts crushed against his naked chest, her flushed face bumping into his, making him almost drop his drink. Only the thin layer of her T-shirt parted his skin from hers. Her angry, icy blue eyes sent bolts of hatred into his dark ones.

Musashi, as always, loved her angry reaction. It did nothing but to amuse him. “How about we take a shower together? It will calm you down, nee-chan”

But this time it was Asuka's turn to laugh. The corners of her lips lifted up forming a malicious smile. “Don't think so, perv. I already had a shower.” She tried to pull herself out of his disgusting hand again, but he was still not letting he go.

Instead he looked into her and said, “Oh really?”

He brought his left hand, the one holding glass of juice, to her front. With a swift motion he released her, pulled her shirt towards him stretching her neck opening, and tipped the glass into the gap.

“Nyah!” Asuka gasped as the cold liquid poured under her shirt, running over her skin. At once Musashi used his other hand to catch one of her tits, squeezing it painfully and keeping her from moving away. Asuka shivered; she had never been so cold in her life. Her heartbeat jumped abruptly with the shock.

Most of the mess drifted down the middle, between her breasts until it reached the redhead's belly button, dripping into her panties, between her legs and down her naked thighs. So very cold!

“Idiot! Dummkopf! Pervert! Let mhhhmph!”

Musashi did not waste his time. He bent his head and captured her lips with his. His tongue entered her mouth, swirling around hers, and Asuka immediately started to respond to him. His palm slowly rubbed against her wet panties as he leaned into her. The redhead soon found all of her thoughts leaving her brain as his lips brushed even more firmly against hers, making her open desperately.

God, he was such a good kisser.

But he only meant to tease her. As he pulled back, the tip of Asuka's tongue stuck out of her mouth following his, a thin string of saliva connecting them together. She was left standing with her mouth slightly open, looking silly. Then without thinking she slowly leaned forward on her own, nipping at his lower lip and she slowly pressed her lips fully against his.

What was he doing to her? Just a second ago she was ready to tear his balls off but after a single touch she was again the same panting mass of lust that spent most of the last day and last night laying with her legs spread widely apart and begging for cock.

She began kissing him slowly and softly, beginning to slip her tongue into his mouth. Kissing him because she wanted to. Once their tongues met, she began breathing heavily and pulled his body against hers. She put her hand behind his head, running her fingers through his hair. He in turn placed his hands on her hips, stroking her silky smooth skin and lifting her long T-shirt, revealing the firm, round buttocks covered with white panties.

Musashi pushed her against the wall, near the sink, making her whimper. His hands roamed all over her body - cupping her buttocks, brushing against her wet panties from the front and feeling her warm breasts through the wet fabric of her T-shirt. Their tongues battled between their parted lips. Asuka could feel his cock move against her leg and could feel it twitch as she worked her tongue over his.

He grabbed her and turned her around. She felt his right hand leave her body and reach for something on the shelf below the mirror. As his hand returned, pressing against her hot body, she could feel something hard in it. Lowering her gaze, Asuka's eyes widened.

Clutched in his tanned hand was the electric toothbrush.

Asuka lowered her head, allowing her long red hair to fall forward to hide most of her face, covering the humiliation and shame she suddenly felt. She did not try to fight him. Instead, she watched his hand as he switched on the toothbrush. The bristles started to rotate rapidly, making a loud vibrating noise.

“We have to keep you clean, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi whispered into her ear, seemingly reading her expression. “Specially such a dirty place.”

She flinched a bit as he turned to the highest setting and the vibrating whine filled the bathroom. Her panting intensified, heavy with apprehension, and she parted her legs for easy access. Her mind screamed at her to stop him, but her body once again betrayed her. He could do whatever he wanted with her and she didn't care. At least he would be touching her.

Slowly, Musashi brought the toothbrush to the place where Asuka's legs joined and pushed the end of the handle against the top of her crotch, above her clit, then moved it down, pushing the wet fabric of her panties into the her slit. The redhead gasped, biting her lip. His left hand wiggled behind her panties' waistband and with one swift movement yanked them down her legs, revealing her glistering rosy-pink cunt and matted, wet curly red hair above it.

Asuka trembled, feeling herself exposed as Musashi brought the toothbrush bristles into direct contact with her pussy. Those beautiful puffy nipples of hers, clearly visible through her wet T-shirt, were heaving.

Watching this mesmerizing sight, Musashi's left hand began gently stroking her shoulders, upper arms, and chest. He brushed lightly over those succulent-looking nipples, savoring the warm, rubbery feel of her young flesh that the soaking fabric could not hide, making Asuka utter a cute little whimper.

The toothbrush still buzzed away against her puffy pussy lips and her pink vulva. Smiling, Musashi pressed it right along her cunt opening and held forcefully it against her for just a few seconds, watching her face tighten before letting his gaze wander further down. Her bellybutton winked at him as her abdominal muscles tensed. A fan of curly red-hair spread across her otherwise smooth mound, her pink inner lips unfolded like petals and were much more pronounced between the labia majora than they had been during her first time, as she had sex almost everyday now.

The delicate bud of Asuka's clitoris was becoming more visible, too. Under Musashi's repeated application of the vibrating toothbrush it began to grow hard, sticking out from her fleshy hood. Copious amounts of oily, musty goo began to ooze between her tight inner lips, bubbling like foam by the actions of the bristles, and leaking from her cunt in a constant gush.

The redhead's round butt, still partly covered by her long T-shirt, began to wriggle as she humped her pussy eagerly against the toothbrush. Her brow was furrowed, eyes squinted. She was panting loudly, her mouth parted and the tip of her pretty pink tongue sticking out of the corner.

Musashi's smile widened as he laid the toothbrush lengthwise along her flooded slit, covering it with his palm and sliding it up and down, enjoying the sensations of her trembling flesh stimulated by the vibrations. It was an improvised dildo; the bristles rubbed harshly over the delicate, blood-swollen tissues, while the slick plastic handle gave a more pleasant alternative, extracting gasps and whimpers from the teen.

The tanned boy reached up and gently stroked her forehead, gently brushing back her hair, the strands dark with sweat. Her nipples and clit swollen and dark with blood. Her inner lips tightened and relaxed, giving a good view of her inner passage.

“You are doing great, Asuka nee-chan.” Grinning, Musashi swiped his fingers through the gooey liquid between her legs and smeared the juice under her nose and across her cheeks and mouth like makeup.

Asuka's face twitched, but she was too aroused to try to break herself free. She stank of sweat already, even though she had washed herself just a few moments ago. Her thighs and crotch were completely soaked with her own juices. Her beautiful red hair was in disarray, making the redhead look even more lustful.

With one hand Musashi kept the toothbrush pushed against her cunt while with the other he tweaked her erect nipples, pulling and pinching, rolling them between his fingers and thumb. Then he ran the toothbrush downwards and upwards, circling the spiky bristles around her swollen clit. More juices gushed out of her, completely soaking the toothbrush and his palm. Her cunt was practically working on its own, indicating that the half-German was close to coming.

Musashi intensified his assaults on her nipples and vulva, driving her to an even higher sexual peak. Her yips became moans, then whines, and finally wild sobs as her nervous system was completely overloaded by orgasmic sensations.

“Aaah!” Asuka came, and it hurt. But it hurt so good. “Fuuuuck!”

Her head lolled back as her clitoris throbbed palpably and painfully. Each flick of the brush against it made her entire body jerk. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath. Her pussy lips were an angry red and noticeably inflamed. Her clitoris stood almost straight out from its hood, swollen far beyond its normal size as her body continued to shudder and jerk erratically as little orgasmic aftershocks shot through her.

Musashi pressed his body against her. “Such a dirty mouth, nee-chan,” he whispered, nibbling on her delicate ear. “We have to wash it clean.”

Asuka opened her mouth to moan, but Musashi had another idea. He quickly spun her around, forcing her to face the mirror and the slutty-looking redhead reflected there. She didn't have time to react as he unceremoniously pushed the drenched toothbrush into her mouth from behind. The rotating bristles instantly started smearing her own pussy juices onto her teeth, in between, over the gums and tongue, and everywhere else.

The taste was spicy and weird, but it wasn't really repulsive. It wasn't stinky or gammy like cum, which she was much more familiar with. This juice came from her pussy, produced by her own body, and that made it as though she was really just tasting a secret part of herself.

Standing there, obedient like a doll, she watched the mirror through glazed eyes as the tanned boy moved the vibrating toothbrush around her mouth. Asuka had lost her will to struggle. Moving her feet apart, she spread her legs wider and reached down with her right hand, placing it on her abused cunt and gasping as her fingertips traced the reddened, sore tissues. She swallowed the mix of her saliva and love juices while lazily circling around her love button.

It was hard to believe that prideful Asuka could be turned into this girl, masturbating as she watched herself being abused by her junior, having just come and wanting to come again. Even knowing it made her a sick whore, she could not stop her hands. She was utterly loosing herself in her pleasure again.

Leaving the dirty toothbrush hanging from her mouth, bulging her soft cheek, Musashi started to move his hands up and down her wet T-shirt from behind, stroking the hot skin beneath it, towards her breasts, grasping, kneading her firm, youthful flesh. Young, perky tits stood proudly, showing the perfect shape of the underside. They were not huge, but they were not small either. Just like the rest of the young redhead's body, they were perfect.

Even her pretty, pink nipples, visible through her wet T-shirt and obviously erect, seemed wonderfully matched to the surrounding darker pink areolas circling on the top of her white breasts.

He moved closer to her, sharing her body heat with his. His rock hard erection rubbed sensuously against her ass cheeks as her own fingers continued to play with her sore vagina. She could feel his rod wedging itself between her round globes, which only made her more aroused, if a little fearful.

But her attention was soon refocused on her chest as Musashi's hands covered hers and guided them up from her pussy to cover her breasts with her palms, forcing Asuka to squeeze her own perky tits.

“Play with your nipples, nee-chan,” he breathed into the back of her neck. “Show how hard they can get.”

Asuka let her hands move automatically, her fingers playing with her own nipples, arousing them for her junior's pleasure.

"Pinch the nipple with your fingernails real hard, nee-chan." he ordered. “Make it hurt.”

Without a second thought Asuka did just that, transfixed, watching the perverted show in the mirror. She watched how her cherry lips opened as the moan of pain escaped her throat when her sharp fingernails dug into the tender nipples, almost drawing blood as they did. The toothbrush handle jiggled precariously, clasped tightly between her teeth. Musashi's penis jerked again on her ass cheeks, pleased at her degradation.

Or maybe it wasn't degrading anymore, she thought as the redhead in the mirror ran her wet tongue across her lips like a wanton whore.

Musashi pushed her hands away, which dropped uselessly to her sides as he began to play with the youthful mounds himself. He squeezed them before grabbing the undersides and shaking them, like two white jelly pies. Her wet T-shirt offered no protection from his touch at all, and the young redhead could not decide if she wanted any protection at this moment, either. Her nipples stood out hard and pointed through the fabric, aching to be touched as he teased around them before his fingers returned to pinch the hard pebbles.

Asuka's tits bounced up and down as Musashi slapped them back and forth, his fingers playing over the tips. She gritted her teeth as his fingers finally returned to her nipples and began to tighten on the nubs, pinching the delicate flesh between them. Through her T-shirt he began to pull her tits by the nipples, stretching them from her body, her beautiful breasts now pulled into an obscene shape.

Whimpering, the girl began to rise up on her toes, hoping to relieve some of the ache and strain on her abused nipples, but Musashi just pulled higher. The muscles in her legs became taut from the forced position she had to endure, stretched up high on her toes, balanced precariously. Her mouth opened before she could help it and the toothbrush fell out, clattering into the sink.

“Bad Asuka,” Musashi pinched her tits even more harshly, twisting cruelly. “You always break everything, don't you?”

“Aaah!”

It felt like her nipples would explode. A delicious shiver ran through her as his squeezing and pulling on the sensitive tips teased her nipples. Her back arched further, pushing her full breasts into his hands, urging them to take further liberties with her firm flesh. She looked down, seeing his fingers pinch her nipples, then felt sharp pain quickly rushing to her brain as he snapped them again.

While his one hand continued to tease and torture her round breasts his other hand moved lover and pushed down over her shapely ass. His palm groped her right cheek hard, before he pushed his fingers between her globes, forcing them apart so he could feel her anus.

“Does this cute little hole still remember me?” he asked as his fingers found her defenseless opening and pushed against it, making it twitch and the redhead gasp. Her poor anus still felt incredibly sensitive after loosing her virginity. But Asuka could not focus on the finger circling around her wrinkled ring. His other hand, the one kneading her breast through the wet fabric, now slid down her belly, fingers running through the bright red patch of pussy hair.

"So smooth and silky..." Musashi muttered as his fingers reached her pussy and parted her lips. Spreading the fleshy folds back, he pushed his long middle finger between them, sliding effortlessly along the slick tract.

Without being ordered, Asuka spread her legs wider, giving him access to her vagina, closing her eyes as she felt the fingers playing with her pussy. She gave a cry as a second finger entered her, still sore from last night. Her snatch felt bruised, burning hot, and looked angry red in the mirror. She couldn't count how many times she had been fucked, or how many she had cummed, but it didn't seemed like enough.

In the corner of her mind she could not understand how Musashi knew her body so well, and how masterfully he could make her do whatever he wanted. He didn't even have to use any drugs at all anymore. She felt like a puppet, attached to his hands by the invisible strings of lust.

Musashi took a hold of her waist and spun her around to face him. Her body rubbed against his as his arms encircled her slender waist and pushed her tight against him. One hand moved up to her face, cupping under her chin, pulling her face up to his.

"It can't wait to slide into you again,” he told her. “I'm going to fuck your brains out today, nee-chan. I'm going to screw you really hard.”

He licked her cheek, slowly guiding her to the shower, his penis rubbing harshly against her warm pussy. Musashi's hand slipped lower, groping her ass again with his tanned palm, almost encircling her whole cheek with it, squeezing the fleshy globes. It was so irresistibly soft and resilient. He always loved her round butt the best, and they both knew that. But it didn't mean he was above giving it some punishment.

He slapped her hard, forcing her to stumble onto his hard cock. And then he slapped her again. And again.

Soon she was sobbing openly, in a completely shameless way that did not seem possible before. Her ass stung from the slaps, colored a furious red, her hips beginning to move from side to side, rubbing her pussy on the hard cock, feeling his erection pushing out against her wet pussy lips. Somehow even pain started to turn her on. She could already feel the heat and sting when his hand returned to pinch and grab at her ass meat, and it felt… exciting.

Their tongues intertwined in his mouth, darting back and forth over each other. Musashi continued to grind his shaft into her delicate body more and more. He pulled back from her face, her mouth and lips wet from his kiss. And slapped her ass hard again.

He looked at her breasts, the wet shirt strained tightly over the erect nipples. He knew that it was a combination of the material rubbing over them and also the secret desire she possessed to be taken against her will. His gaze moved down to her small waist, to where her womanly hips began to flare out. He looked at the mirror behind her—damn, she had one shapely ass. He loved her perky tits, too, her crystal blue eyes, her long red hair, the bright red bush below and the wet, tight pussy that was hiding behind it.

And it all belonged to him. While wimpy Ikari was making breakfast he could enjoy having a great fuck from his oldest childhood friend. A smile broke his lips. But a flash of Mana's face washed it off in an instant.

Musashi bit his lip. Yes, he was going to fuck Asuka extra hard today so that that damned Ikari could hear. Though Asuka was convinced that her childhood friend had no feelings for her, he suspected it to be opposite. And if it indeed was so, then Ikari would suffer just as much as he did.

He cast his hand downwards, where Asuka's soaping wet panties were still dangling between her thighs, and pulled on the useless garment until it was wrapped in a shapeless bundle around her ankles. She lifted her feet one at a time, stepping out of the panties for good. They were promptly tossed aside.

Harshly grabbing Asuka's waist, he then led her back into the shower area. He turned the shower knobs, which were a sterling silver color and let the warm water hit their skin. Little by little, her red hair began to drench and turn into darker shade. Musashi grabbed the bottle of soap that Asuka, not being a very tidy person, had left lying around earlier and lathered up his hand, which he then began running all over her half naked body.

Though it was as good as being naked, since the tanned boy held her directly under the shower nozzle, letting the spray hit her directly, completely drenching her T-Shirt and splashing water everywhere. The soaking fabric was her only protection, partially hiding her red bush and aroused pussy from sight, but it only emphasized the beautiful curves of her body.

He pressed her fiercely against the wall, letting the water run on both of them as he captured her lips in another heated kiss. And again, despite herself, Asuka felt her defenses grow weaker as she started to kiss him back.

She was so hot. The water falling on her felt like probing fingers, rippling over her skin with unreal skill, as if it knew exactly how to touch her. It got in her eyes and forced her to close them. She moved from pure instinct in the darkness of her mind, feeling not seeing, her every pore opened by heat making her flesh even more sensitive.

When Musashi's hand grasped her white thigh, the redheaded responded by parting her legs, inviting him with her folds of her pussy peeking out from under her waterlogged shirt. His tongue moved into her mouth, searching inside for her tongue, finding the darting morsel as they entwined. His tongue ran over Asuka's teeth, from top to bottom as her tongue rubbed sensuously over his, dancing sensuously together.

Her slender hand grabbed his muscular buttock, slowly massaging his slippery flesh as it moved closer to his hard cock. Soon the redhead's grasped the dripping member, her tongue moving in acknowledgment and licking her lips in anticipation. Her other hand moved to one of his, taking a hold on his wrist, guiding it to her glistening thighs and making him stroke her. The hot water cascading down their bodies acted a lubricant for the flesh-on-flesh contact, intensifying the sensation of her touch on her skin.

Musashi went along with her actions, letting her move his hand until it was between her spread thighs, his fingers now moving over the top of her pussy. Asuka almost choked on his tongue as his hand finally found the target and rested on her swollen pussy. It was most unusual for her to be this forward, but Musashi had been teasing her too long, and the newly discovered sexual tension in her body was about to burst, tearing her apart.

And the water kept flowing, then steam rising around them in puffs of cloud, hot, moist, the puddles sloshing at their feet as they stepped on one another, gripping skin with toes. She took his vein-covered staff in her hand, her tender fingers almost completely encircling the hard organ, feeling the hot flesh pulsate in the stream of water.

She was his, totally his. Forever his. Her entire drenched self. Even if there could never be love between them. He made her feel wanted. She didn't care for anything else.

The half-German moaned in his mouth as his fingers began to play over her vagina, one finger pushing between her burning pussy lips, moving up and down. Asuka shuddered in expectation as it moved up until it finally came closer to her clit.

But not yet.

Instead, Musashi's hand left her pussy and pulled her hands palms up. Asuka opened her eyes, the water bothering her slightly but the absence of his touch bothering her even more. Then he poured some soap on them and smiled. “Let's clean ourselves first.”

Asuka could hardly see the logic in cleaning before getting dirty again, but her brain was already too wrapped up in the flame of lust to care and she slowly moved her soapy hands over his tanned body. She covered his neck, shoulders, chest, massaging the water into his skin, her soapy fingers playing with his nipples. Then she moved closer and ran her hands behind his back, down his waist, lathering his muscular ass cheeks and the crack between them. When her hands returned to his front, Musashi poured some more soap for her to use.

She soaped the lines of his muscular stomach and belly button, before finally moving to his pubic hair, covering it with white soft latter, running her fingers gently through the curly dark bush. She reached lower and expertly fondled his balls with her soapy hand. To show his gratitude, Musashi returned to playing with her breasts, pushing his own soap-covered hands behind her T-shirt and kneading her smooth, creamy globes topped off by very red, very pointy nipples.

Their soapy hands explored every inch of each other's bodies as they kissed deeply. After what seemed like hours of just kissing and caressing, Musashi placed his soapy finger back on the teen's pussy, to her delight, and began to massage her clit. The redhead groaned and became more aggressive, grasping his cock tightly and stroking him insistently with her right hand.

Musashi inserted his finger into her wet opening, sending a stream of water flushing into it, and fucked in and out of her with the same rhythm she was using to stroke his cock. Her pussy was as hot and tight and wetter than ever with a mixture of sloshing water and girl juice. Asuka lathered her hand with even more soap, and proceeded to rub his dick in earnest. Her fingers barely encircled his girth, covering it with white soap bubbles. She could feel his pulse through the veins that stood out on his cock as his heart was racing.

But Musashi was not to be left behind by this horny water vixen. With his other hand he reached behind her lathering her round ass, slowly pushing his fingers into her crack and finding her still aching asshole. He first inserted one soapy finger just up to the second knuckle, which still felt incredibly big for the redhead's sensitive anus. Though the streaming water and soap made things easier, it was not painless. The tiny hole was just too sensitive.

Asuka moaned as the boy worked the finger around her sphincter, adjusting to the intruder, gripping his finger snugly with her sore rectal muscles. As he worked another finger inside her, she bit her lips and shook her head wildly from side to side, water sprinkling off from her red wet mane.

“Please, it hurts,” she pleaded, but she still was not trying to break free. Instead she pressed more firmly against him, giving him another heated, wet kiss, devouring his mouth, as if trying to bribe him.

“Okay.” Musashi moved away a bit, removing his hands, his fingers leaving her gaping pussy and popping out of her abused anus, allowing the spray of warm water to wash the soap subs off her two holes and his cock and balls.

Asuka stood next to him, their bodies almost touching as the water coursed and splashed down her teenage frame, over her T-shirt covered breasts, and down her stomach, red pubic hair and legs. She leaned forward, moving into the water, soaking her face and hair in the refreshing stream. The head of Musashi's erection brushed against her thigh as she did. For a moment it was she was taking a normal shower, running her fingers and whipping her head about, eyes closed, mouth opened. A million tiny fingers teased her hot skin, tickling steadily from her neck on, toying with her like lover.

Straightening up she finally pulled the heavy shirt over her head, allowing her naked breasts and erected nipples to bounce freely, before reaching out and taking his hard cock in her hand once again. Pressing their bodies together, Asuka bent his prick up between them so that the underside of it was rubbing against her lower belly. Musashi wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her to him and kissing her hard on the lips as the water rushed over their faces, his tongue pushing between them and finding her waiting tongue.

They kissed passionately for a long time.

Finally, the redhead released his cock and ran her hands up his hot, hard body. The feeling his huge erection sandwiched between them, pushing her closer to the edge. “Put it in me,” she moaned, kissing his chin then his neck, nibbling his ears. “Please make me cum.”

Asuka could only imagine how it must have seemed, begging so submissively to be fucked. She still could not understand how it ended this way. She always thought sex to be disgusting, labeling all boys as useless perverts. Of course she wasn't shy of her body, nor she was some obsessed prude - she embraced her sexuality, and she was well aware of to use it. It was a real wonder what a pair of swaying hips could make males to do.

And she always enjoyed messing with the baka's mind, showing him a bit more of her skin than it was necessarily, but that was just flirting. She never considered herself to be some slut that would be so eager, so desperate to swallow a cock in her cunt.

What was worse she couldn't blame it all on drugs, or on being raped, or anything else. It looked less and less like she was forced into it, and that scared her. But Asuka was master of hiding from herself, and she quickly pushed such concerning thoughts into the back of her mind.

When Musashi tried to move away, she woke up from her trance and hugged his buttocks with her hands, keeping him close. She still wanted her orgasm and wasn't about to give up her chance. Even if her pussy felt sore and painful, the lust continued to burn inside her. And she also wanted to feel his body against her, his touch on her skin, his lips on hers. She wanted him.

“Please …”

“Gee, you are such a horny slut, nee-chan,” he cooed. “Well go ahead, put it in.”

The redhead almost squealed with delight. She guided his erected meat-head to her slit and rubbed it between her velvety soft pink lips, watching his purple tip rub against her sensitive lips, slightly spreading them wide.

Musashi could feel the warm slick juices of her pussy coating the head of his cock, and together with the water washing away the last remains of soap, proving that the redhead was indeed very horny. Lifting one of her thighs and bending her leg, he thrust his hips against her, slowly burying his pole balls-deep into her tight pussy.

“Kyaaa!” Asuka wailed in a mix of pain and animal pleasure, water running into her opened mouth, as the thick pole slid into her sore cunt, spreading the inflamed lining of her tunnel. Her pussy was throbbing, flushed an angry crimson from the blood rushing into the vessels in that are, the nerve endings on fire, the already very tender muscles distended and stretched for the umpteenth time and not even the running water and lubrication could soothe them.

Standing on one leg, she leaned more heavily against the slippery wall as his weight pushed into her. Her raised up leg slowly wrapped itself around his hips, pressing the sole of her feet against the back of his muscular thighs. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as his long, thick and hard cock pushed into her quivering body.

The hot water poured over their bodies in a huge torrent, and something incredibly hot also started to stir in Asuka's abdomen.

Tightening his grip, Musashi started to pound harder, driving his hard meat into the depth of her gaping pussy, as Asuka wrapped her hands around his neck and was impaling herself onto his pole each time he thrust against her. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of two wet bodies smacking against each other and water splashing around, unable to cool off the steamy passion of the horny pair.

Asuka's eyes opened wide. She could feel the explosion building deep within her each time she impaled herself on him, crying out at the sensation of his length forcing its way in and out of her raw tunnel. Musashi's humping was hard and relentless, screwing her and bringing the panting redhead closer to her orgasm.

Each time Musashi slammed into her, she could feel his low hanging balls vigorously slapping against her. Her poor, abused cunt begged her to make him stop, but Asuka wasn't listening. She drove her hips forwards more eagerly. And her pussy wailed, shooting spikes of tangled pain and pleasure into her brain. Her round tits, dripping water, were swinging in rhythm of their hard fucking.

By now their skins were a rosy red hue, soaked head to toe, their bodies a writhing wet mass of limbs, thrusting hips, swiveling feet, heaving chests. Amidst the wetness, Musashi reached down and took the nipple of one between his fingers, squeezing it.

“Harder!” Asuka could not believe that this horse voice asking to be hurt belonged to her. She was really becoming a pain slut. Musashi willingly obeyed, squeezing and twisting her hard nipple, making the girl moan at the height of ecstasy.

She saw his head move down, her vision blocked by the top of his head and blurred by the tears that were now streaming down her face, feeling his hot breath blowing on her swollen tips. She moved her hands to his head, pulling him to her until she felt a pair of wet lips wrap around one of her swollen buds, her body shuddering, another soft grunt escaping her throat.

Musashi sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, tasting the water and her flesh, his tongue lapping at her erect tip, slapping it back and forth. Her hands held his head tightly, forcing it down on her teenage breast as if he was nursing.

Asuka shuddered again, her pussy juicing as she prayed for him to continue. His head moved between her breasts, his face rubbing against her tender flesh. His mouth encompassed the other tit, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth like a giant vacuum, his tongue playing over her areola and nipple, lathering it with his hot saliva.

The combination of this nipple teasing and deep fucking brought her to a sudden climax. Her pussy exploded around the pounding of his cock, muscles clenching painfully as if from an electric shock. Her mind blanked in a white flash, among sharp whimpers, pants, groans, and a chorus of other noises. Instinctively, she leaned into him, her arms locking and lifted leg squeezing hard around his body. She was helpless. A wounded little animal wanting just the comfort that came with being held, even if she was supposed to hate the person holding her for what they had done.

She tossed her head back, her long wet hair slapping across her bare back like a red whip. His pace quickened; he too was beyond the point of no return. Faster and faster he pounded into her, crushing her against the wall. With each thrust into her he felt himself bottoming out in her pussy, wedging open her gaping cervix, and that seemed to drive horny redhead wild. Harder and faster he plowed his cock into Asuka's pulsating pussy, droplets of water splattering around them as both teens were loosing themselves in their frantic pace.

The hot, wet, convulsing confines of her cunt proved too much, and this time Musashi could not resist it. He came as he thrust deep inside her, the head of his cock slamming into the depths of Asuka as it shot load after load of hot semen into her. Unable to do anything else, the redheaded girl clung to him desperately, and she cried and came.

As their respective orgasms subsided they still continued to move their bodies as one, though now in a sweetly slow rhythm, rocking each other, embracing under the showerhead.

Keeping Musashi's slowly softening penis as deep as she could in her, Asuka dipped her head and kissed him sensually one final time. Water poured around their joined teen bodies. Their tongues lazily swirled around each other, sharing their saliva in their post orgasm glow.

Asuka still felt dizzy as she exited the bathroom. Musashi lent her his T-shirt, which was actually one of hers, so she did not have to step out topless or wearing just a towel.

Musashi, however, had no problems with being dressed in only boxers as he headed right to the kitchen table together with Asuka. His hand rested quite possessively on Asuka's round bottom, groping her warm flesh through the dirty but dry panties she had taken out of the laundry, as her more recent pair was soaked with orange juice thanks to the tanned boy.

At first Asuka tried to push his hands away but soon stopped. What was the point anyway?

Everyone in the house knew about her and Musashi now, and they probably heard them pretty clearly having sex in the shower earlier. Besides, Asuka kind of started liking the feeling of his palm when her caressed her. It always sent jolts of electricity down her spine.

But thoughts about Musashi's hand caressing her rear went out the window when Asuka noticed who was sitting at the kitchen table.

Since the entrance was not that far from the bathroom, Asuka probably would have hear the bell ringing if her pussy not been filled with Musashi penis, and she would not have been loosing herself in having sex with him. She would have been worrying that someone, a maybe a total stranger would have overheard. But this wasn't just any stranger. Right there behind the kitchen table, between Shinji and Yui, sat her bitter enemy.

Mana Kirishima was chatting sweetly with the Baka. And she was even holding his hand, their fingers entwined.

What was she doing in there? Asuka fumed while shifting uncomfortably on her chair while Musashi took a seat next to her. He didn't seem to be very happy either. His eyes were staring at the point where Mana's hand met Shinji's.

Yui, however, seemed to have no interest in the teenage drama that was unfolding around her and focused solely on her breakfast.

Mana leaned in and whispered something into Shinji's ear making the boy blush. Asuka noticed her free hand coming to rest on the boys left thigh. A familiar feeling, as if she was about to throw up, crept onto the redhead again.

“Would you mind taking your lovey-dovey crap somewhere else?” Asuka barked, grabbing some toast. “It's killing my appetite.”

Hearing Asuka's words Shinji's shoulders tensed but he still kept his eyes locked on his plate. Mana, on the other hand, looked directly into Asuka and smiled. “Oh, I thought you were okay with a little bit of publicity. You and Musashi were not particularly discrete in the shower.”

Asuka's face turned red. It seemed like her suspicion that both Yui and Shinji heard her having sex was confirmed. She silently cursed herself for being carried away so easily and for being such a screamer. What was worse, she gave Mana an excuse to rub it in.

“What do you know,” Asuka gathered her fake arrogance around her and snorted, mocking Mana. “I doubt you even know what the word discrete is. It's too uncommon a word for such a village bicycle. Probably everyone in the neighborhood had their ride”

The redhead watched in pleasure as Mana's face turned into a scowl, but surprisingly she managed to keep her cool. Shinji, on the other hand, was dismayed. “Asuka!”

“You talk big for a couple-yen whore,” Mana said, ignoring Shinji's protest. A cruel smile twisted the corners of her lips up.

Asuka put an equally venomous smile on her face as she stabbed her breakfast like it was Mana's mug. “It's not hard to talk big against you. Considering how low you are.”

Mana's knuckles turned white as she grasped her own fork, but she managed to turn her smile into a sweet grin. She was also squeezing Shinji's hand more tightly. Before she could answer, however, Yui decided that she'd heard enough.

“Stop it, both of you!” she said, turning to Asuka. “And Asuka, even though Mana's words are harsh, she is telling a truth - you should tune it down a little. I do understand that passionate sex is part of being so young, but could you at least not to be so loud? I would not be surprised if we heard complains about it from our neighbors. You were screaming so loud in the shower that our whole street is probably awake by now.”

Asuka's face turned crimson. She ducked her head and mumbled silently, “Sorry.” She cast a quick glance at Shinji but he seemed to ignore the issue completely.

Finally, Yui gave her a smile. “It's all right. After all you are just discovering things about yourself. And what slu—sloppy girl you can be. But please try to be more considerate about your surroundings next time.”

Somehow these encouraging words didn't feel all that encouraging for the redheaded teen. So she just dropped her blue eyes down, chastised. Yet she didn't have had enough time to sulk, as Mana was not going to drop the theme so easily.

“Why don't you tell me how low I am during the lunch at school?” she continued as if Yui had not interrupted them at all. “I would love to know.”

Asuka was at a loss. She was so engaged in her verbal battle with Mana that she actually forgot about the situation she was in. She certainly did not mind having another go, as she was usually winning those against her junior, but her lunch breaks were preoccupied. She spent most of them spreading her legs wide while sitting on a toilet lid, with Musashi or Keita fucking her hard.

She couldn't make such appointment.

“Sorry, I'm too busy to waste my time on the likes like you.”

Mana just shook her head lightly. Her green eyes pierced blue ones. “Afraid, Sohryu?”

Asuka felt her blood boiling in her veins. It was silly, she knew, specially when she herself used the same tactics to get Shinji to do the stuff he didn't want to, making him even kiss her during truth or dare, but she still could not resist it. “You are on, Kirishima. Just don't forget to bring diapers. You'll need them.”

But Mana's eyes showed no reaction. It made Asuka feel uncomfortable. It was as if Mana had something against her that made her feel superior. “We'll see, Red. We'll see.”

With that Mana turned her focus to her plate again. On the other hand, there seemed to be a silent exchange going on between Shinji and Musashi, whose tanned hand suddenly moved up and pulled the neck hole of Asuka's shirt. Since the shirt was loose it revealed quite a bit. In fact, most of the redhead's naked left breast was visible. One part instantly caught attention; besides the pink nipple was an angry red hickey that Musashi had left on her breast.

He winked at Shinji, whose eyes widened as his gaze traced the mark on Asuka's pale breast. Mana started to giggle while Shinji turned away, his face was so red with embarrassment that it seemed like his head was about to explode.

Asuka angrily tried to push the hand away but instead was caught by surprise as Musashi leaned against her and captured her lips with his, pushing his wet tongue into her mouth.

Almost in an instant all the thoughts about the embarrassing moment were forgotten and Asuka found herself moaning in his mouth. His tongue explored her, covering her tonsils with his saliva, even making her cheek bulge as he pushed his pink muscle against the soft tissue of her inner cheek.

His hands went down her shivering back to cup, as far as he could reach, her buttocks flattened on her chair. One of his fingers slid behind her panties, into the beginning of the warm crack that separated one ass cheek from another.

The reaction she got from the other three members sitting at the table were different - Yui and Mana were smiling, yet Yui's smile was one of approval while Mana's was one of scorn and disdain, as if saying “You just can't help yourself, can you?” Shinji, however, was desperately trying to look at anything else.

But soon all of those thoughts were gone completely as she started to moan in lust.

Oh god, what was he doing to her! She was melting in his arms like butter, and that despite the fact that she came so hard just a few moments ago! His every touch seemed to arouse her beyond the limit. And as his middle finger slid deeper into her butt-crack, playfully pushing against asshole, while his teeth clamped on her wiggling tongue, biting it slightly, she started to shake out of control.

Asuka turned herself fully towards Musashi, her cheeks burning from the embarrassment and yet she did nothing to stop him.

“You sure are a frisky couple, aren't you?” Asuka heard Yui say, but she could only shift her eyes to look at her. She seemed pleased.

Then she heard Mana snicker, “Yeah, they sure are.”

Asuka mumbled something unintelligibly, her mouth covered as it was by Musashi's. A rebuttal or a denial, she didn't even know.

Then she heard a sudden movement behind her and with a corner of her eye watched as Shinji, perhaps unable to bear the perverted scene unfolding right before his eyes, stood up. “Excuse me,” he said politely, and rushed from the table.

Asuka wanted to stop and go after him, but her body was now in a total control of her brain, and instead of pushing Musashi away she just leaned closer, deepening the kiss. The loud wet sounds that their hot mouths were making and their mixed drool running down Asuka's white chin felt too dirty, too obscene.

Even when Mana followed Shinji, casting one last look of sneer and contempt at the making-out Asuka, the only thing thr redhead could do was to close her eyes and open her mouth wider.

The small cafeteria on the top floor of the school was a place where Asuka had been in only a few times before. It was mostly for teachers or rich kids - why they needed their own was beyond her understanding, as there was already a cafeteria for everyone and the quality of the food wasn't any different. The only difference was the prices. It was much more expensive to eat here. But since the school director liked the place it kept its pitiful existence, though only a couple of people ever came here. Mana Kirishima was one of them.Â

She was a rich kid after all, and though she had many friends most of them were fair-weather blockheads that followed her because of her family's money or because of her charms—because she was a skank. Asuka found that rather pitiful, but she persistently kept on ignoring the fact that her own situation wasn't all that different. Â

Being in a crowd, especially when you had a mask to wear could be very exhausting, as Asuka knew from her very own experience, so it is no wonder Mana spent some of her breaks in this cafeteria rather than the one on the first floor. Besides, she usually went to the first floor only when she was on her Shinji-hunt, as Asuka called it. Â

So when Asuka stepped inside she felt like she was stepping into completely unknown territory. Sure Hikari and her had checked the place out few times, but it was only few times and not like they were eating in here. They couldn't afford to. Well, she wasn't planning on eating here today either. She just wanted to take care of this stupid challenge from Kirishima and be done with it once and for all. Â

Although she was turning out to be unexpectedly submissive in her sexual life lately, and actually enjoying it in a sense, she was still the same Asuka Langley Sohryu that some called Red Devil. She still yelled at people for small things and could act rather mean and arrogant herself, so if little Shinji-winji's girlfriend decided to challenge her she was well up to it. Especially because the baka would not be able to interrupt as he usually did when sparks started to fly between her and Mana.

A wry smile twitched on her pink lips. Oh yes, she had so many things to discuss with Mana lately. Too bad they didn't have the time. Mana was busy getting all over Shinji, while Asuka was… busy on her own way. Still, though, she was somewhat nervous when she stepped into that weird cafÃ©. She hadn't chosen this battlefield. That was all. It was normal to be unsettled when going outside one's comfort zone.Â

The atmosphere was grim and cold, maybe because it was so damned empty. But when Asuka spotted a small lonesome figure sitting at the furthest end all of her hesitation disappeared. Right, she was here to kick some ass not the other way around.

With a confident expression she went up to Mana Kirishima, who was sitting at the table with several plates in front of her, one that she was eating from and another covered one, and without saying anything sat up on front of her. Mana didn't say anything either, but rather continued eating her dinner as if she weren't even there. Â

Eventually, it was Asuka who gave in. She always hated these silences. It always made her feel uncomfortable and nervous. If it was Ayanami then sure, she would be able to stay here silent for the rest of the day. That albino could win a staring contest with a desk, but Asuka was not like that. She was noisy, and she created noise. Perhaps because it was easier to not think about her past with all the noise to distract her, to not think about pain, about her mother…Â That was why she always tried to fill the silence, and why she gave in here today. Though she hated giving Mana the upper hand in anything.Â

“Soooo, what's up Kirishima?” Asuka made her most vicious smile, and stared at the girl in front of her. “Lost your guts already?”

Mana's green eyes flickered at her for a moment, then back at her food. “Not really, Red,” she said after swallowing a morsel. “Just savoring my victory.”Â

Too easy, Asuka thought. “Watch so that you would not bite your tongue while savoring it.”Â

“Oh my!” Mana mockingly clapped her hands.Â “Advice from a swallowing pro? Neat.”Â

Asuka's palm hit the table.Â “Are you implying something, Kirishima?”Â

She could not possibly know. Even if she figured out that Asuka was having sex with Musashi, she could not possibly know that she was often giving him blowjobs just from that. Lots of normal couples never do oral sex after all, and it wasn't the sort of assumption you just made. Â

“I do not need to imply anything that is so obvious, Sohryu,” Mana snorted contemptuously, her manner changing as she stared at Asuka. As if she knew something that made her far superior.

Could she really know more than Asuka initially thought? Musashi wouldn't have told her—he had it too good with his redheaded fuck toy.Â She was bluffing.

“The only obvious thing I see is that you are just a bitch in disguise.”Â

Another wicked smile appeared on Mana's lips.Â “Well, being a bitch in disguise seems to work better than being just a bitch. After all I got Shinji, didn't I?”Â

Asuka bit her lips hard, but she resolved not show weakness in front of her enemy.Â “A-and who said that it mattered who got baka-Shinji? Come one, that pathetic wimp is not something you could consider worth fighting over. I get hundreds of love letters from far much better guys than him! Just because you managed to trick a naÃ¯ve idiot doesn't mean that you can gloat over it and declare yourself a winner!”Â

Mana's green eyes looked straight into Asuka's crystal blue ones.Â “So you are saying that you do not like Shinji?”Â

“O-of course! Hah! Who do you think I am? If I could fall for someone then it would be someone worthy of me, like Kaji-san, rather than the s-stupid idiot.”Â

Mana frowned, picking food out of her teeth with her tongue in a very unladylike fashion. “Is that so?”Â

“Absolutely.” Asuka couldn't wait to nod her head, which she did very assertively. “Who would fall for such a little boy?”

Yet Asuka felt that Mana could look right through her fake strength and denial. No wonder - they both were master fakers after all. It took one to know one. And Mana had seen her rather defensive reactions whenever she and Shinji hung out together.

“So Musashi is your type then?”Â

Asuka almost fell of the chair.Â “Wha-“Â

“You sleep with him, right?”Â Mana slowed her voice, sounding like a teacher asking a stupid question from a stupid girl.

Asuka did not know what to say to that. Mana knew the two of them were having sex together, so she could not deny it, not after the scene this morning, but she also could not say that Musashi was her dream guy. He was not, even if her body was becoming impossibly turned on by him lately. She was not about to fall in love with him or anything.

It was a pretty stupid conundrum to get herself in.Â Whenever she thought of love Shinji's face would jump in; whenever she thought of sex it was Musashi's. She still loved her childhood friend, though he just ended up hurting her more and more deeply, but at the same time she was getting horny about her rapist. The world was definitely one crazy place.Â

“He is just good in bed,” Asuka chirped casually, waving her hand. “We are fuck buddies. Nothing more.”Â

Mana poked a piece of meat with her fork.Â “Well Shinji isn't too bad either.”Â

And Asuka saw an opening.Â “He is pretty boring I would say. And his thing is small.”Â

Suddenly the atmosphere grew more tensed, though both girls kept smiling at each other with fake pleasantness it was like a poisonous cloud surrounded them both. The smiles weren't really smiles but spears.Â

“How would you know?” Mana bit the meat on her fork. “Peeks when he's in the shower don't count for experience.”

Asuka waved her hand again as if talking about some completely boring thing.Â “I know. I had sex with him. Before you did. Let me tell you it was rather boring. And I think you know it too. You've slept with a pretty big number of guys from what I've heard. You must've realized by now Shinji is no great lay.”

Asuka knew she was lying--she had sex with Shinji after Mana got him. And it's not like it was sex anyway, just forcing herself onto him and getting hurt as a result. But a little lie was ok, especially if it ended hurting someone like the bitch across the table.Â And it had an effect. She could see Mana slowly loosing her composure. Damn it felt good.Â The only thing that could have made it even sweeter would be throwing the remains of her food into Mana's mug and then flush her head in the toilet.

But that could wait. For now.Â

“As expected from a whore.”Â Though it held the same amount of contempt, Mana's voice sounded less sure than before. “A slut like you wouldn't recognize the difference between sex and making love.”Â

Asuka laughed shrilly. “Sounds funny coming from you.”Â

“Not as funny as this.”Â Mana pointed to one of her plates. The one covered with a tippet.Â

“What's this?”Â Asuka felt curious despite herself.Â

“Juts a dessert for you,” Mana said. “Hope you enjoy your meal.”Â

Asuka hesitated. Of course it was a trick. She'd expect nothing else. She already knew more than she was willing to concede, even if none of it was strictly embarrassing. But what could this be? Coming from Mana, Asuka was sure it must be something disgusting. Maybe a dead rat? A used condom? Â

“Afraid, Red?” Mana goaded, pushing the plate towards her. “Go on. You'll be very surprised.” Â

Asuka could really see what the big deal was. After all Musashi and Keita had done to her, it would take a lot to surprise her. Much more than Mana could muster on a plate. “Feh! Sorry. Little pathetic whores are not what I call scary.”Â

With that Asuka reached out a hand and opened it. And froze.Â

Inside the plate there was no food at all. Juts a few photos. Photos that Asuka knew very well. They had a naked redheaded girl in very humiliating positions, most of them showing her having sex, usually with a tanned partner but a few showed another, pale boy fucking her.Â Some showed her with cum on her face, hanging from her features like glue. Some others showed her opening her pussy and smiling mindlessly while sitting on a toilet. Licking cum from a sofa. Flashing a victory sigh while being raped. Bending over and opening her ass cheeks apart to reveal her asshole.

The whole grotesque record of Asuka's past debauchery was there for display in front of her.

“W-what's the meaning of this?!”Â Suddenly the mocking smile was gone from Asuka's lips replaced by pure shock.

On the other hand now it was Mana feeling much more comfortable, giving Asuka a venomous grin. “Nothing much. Just a few pics from here and there. You like them?”Â

“Kirishima, what are you-“Â

“I think they look so well that I may share them with someone else,” she said, lazily running her eyes over the shameful pictures. “How about the school director? I think he would be very interested in what one of the students is doing during the breaks, don't you agree?”Â

Oh, he would be, Asuka thought, caught somewhere between anger and utter despair. And then he would kick her out of the school. The rules were rather strict so if something like that would become public she would be totally screwed up.Â Not even Yui, in her position as a teacher, would be able to help her.

Mana was still smiling. “Then you would have to move out, since Aunt Yui would not be willing to have such a whore live with her anymore. You would probably have to go back to Germany, as I doubt you would be able to find a respectable guardian for a teenage slut. You'd never see Shinji again. But hey, you said you don't like him. Everyone needs to change their environment from time to time. You have been rotting in Japan way too long, Red.”

Asuka's face turned pale, realizing that this was probably exactly what would happen to her. Especially if Kirishima used some of her money to really make it public. Yui had threatened to kick her out if she didn't do what Musashi said, but this … She would be kicking her from their house for sure if it became public, as would any respectful person. Even her father's family in Germany would learn about this, making the rest her life so very difficult. This could be a blemish on her forever. Asuka the whore. Everyone would know.

And then there was Shinji. Again he was used against her. Again her feelings for him betrayed her. The dread over what would happen to their relationship weighted down heavily on her shoulders. Yes, he'd seen her having sex with Musashi but as far as he knew they were just a couple. This, however, was exactly what she'd been trying to avoid all along. He would see the depths of her whorishness, and then he would never again look her in the eyes—not that he did much of that now, but there was still the hope that one day things would be better between then.

But unlike when Musashi and Keita showed the video of her rape, Asuka didn't break down. She didn't cry. “What do you want?”Â she asked, her voice quivering with anger.

“Ah, you are a smart girl,” Mana said, obviously pleased. “You see, I heard from Aunt Yui that Musashi was helping with your training to make you a better person, so I had an idea. How about me joining in to help you with that little problem of yours? I am sure it would be a pleasant experience for both of us.”Â

Asuka ground her teeth, clutching the tablecloth tightly with a hand. Doing was she was doing with Musashi was one thing and though she still hated some of the stuff she could not deny that she enjoyed some part of it. But it wasn't like she had willingly gotten into it. She was drugged and molested, forced into a life of sex and degradation. Doing something like that with Mana was incomprehensible, not just because she was a girl but also because it was Mana Kirishima, her own sworn enemy. The person she hated most in the world. More even than Wondergirl.Â

“S-stop joking.” Asuka tried to think of a way out. Of someone she could call or go to for help. And it was then that she realized she, in fact, had no one. Nobody would help her. Not Yui. Not Musashi. Not Shinji. No one. She was alone.Â

Her despair felt like a cold stone in her stomach.

“Oh, but I am not joking,” Mana retorted, her voice high and mocking. “You choose. Either I am taking part in that nice little project of yours or you can pack your things. Don't worry, I asked Aunt Yui about it. She was fine with it. In fact she was very happy. It seems she feels Musashi was getting soft on you lately. Like he was genuinely starting to like you.” She laughed. “Can you imagine? Liking you?”Â

Asuka didn't doubt Yui would agree with something as ridiculous as this. That woman seemed to have some deep reaching problems with her and her mother. Hated them, maybe. Asuka couldn't tell. Again she wondered if she had only taken her in to torture her. Â

She felt cornered. But that didn't keep her from resisting.Â “You can't do this! This is blackmail!”Â

Leaning closer to Asuka and lowering her voice to a harsh whisper, Mana answered, “Bitch, you should be more grateful. I am giving you a choice. That`s more than you deserve. And don't pretend this is new for you. Blackmail is the only way sluts like you can accept what they really want. When someone makes you. But I've seen the video. I've seen the face you make when you are being fucked. You love it.” Then she leaned back and she continued in her usual carefree voice. “So what will it be?”Â

Asuka wanted to slam her head into the table. Or better yet, slam Mana`s head and wipe that disgusting smile of hers. She hated her so much. At least with Musashi she was sure he was attracted to her, but Mana just wanted payback for her liking Shinji. She wanted to make things worse for Asuka as much as she could. Â

She was once again cornered before she knew it. Once again a noose being tightly wrapped around her neck and closing. But as furious as she was she did not feel like she had much of a choice. Mana was right, and Asuka had no doubt she would carry out her threat. She had nothing to loose, nothing to prevent her from shattering whatever life she had in this place out of spite. Mana would do it. For sure.

And then they would kick Asuka out of school. And Yui would kick her out of the house. She would really have to go back to Germany, a place where she wished not to be ever again. Â

And she would have to leave Shinji, and though she hated to admit it, the affection for him was still in her. A silly, idiotic feeling in her heart that kept on surviving no matter how much others or she herself tried tear it up.

What choice did she have, give in to this odious brat or have her life ruined? Some choice that was. But at least it could buy her time to figure things out and come with a plan. Â

Asuka turned her face to the side and repeated in a lifeless tone.Â “What do you want?”Â

Mana touched her fingertips to her chin, a pondering look on her face like a spoiled child trying to decide what toys to get. "Right now?Â Let's start with you getting under the table and eating me out. Serving me with your tongue. I heard many good things about your skills from Aunt Yui."Â

"I will NOT!"Â Asuka yelled instantly, her eyes widening in shock, brow drawn sharply. Eating Mana's pussy was just about the most disgraceful thing she could think of at the moment.

Mana didn't seem either surprised or upset. "I didn't think you would,” she gave her a pout, bringing the plate closer to her and picking up Asuka's lewd pictures. “Well excuse me, I have a nice dish for the school director. I shouldn't keep important people waiting.” She made a move as if she was about to lift herself off the table. Â

"Wait!"Â Asuka panicked. “Why—at least tell me why.”

Mana sank back onto her seat. “Because this is what you deserve. You thought you were so much better than anyone. Acting all high and mighty all the time. You thought you could have Shinji all to yourself. And yet here you are, trapped. You are nothing but a sex-addicted little whore. You beg to be fucked. Drink gallons of cum. Even have it up the ass. But Musashi's just a boy who can't see past his dick. He could never correct the likes of you. I can. And will.” The wicked grin returned to her face. “Of course, and because I hate you.”Â

Their eyes met again, only this time Mana was clearly in control. She stared Asuka down with the ruthless determination of someone who already knew she had won. They could yell at each other until the cows came home, but in the end she had the other girl right where she wanted her. Â

This fucking hateful bitch had it all figured out. She wasn't just trying to take Shinji for herself. She was trying to ruin Asuka's whole life in the process. What choice did she have?

It was like being raped all over again.

Asuka ground her teeth, and found the helplessness of the situation was almost as bad as what she was being told to do. She had eaten pussy before, Yui's and Rei's, and even their assholes, but this was Mana. And yet Asuka knew the alternative of being exposed to the school director and the fallout from that would be so much worse. Even if she made the case that the pictures were taken against her will, the images didn't lie. Everyone would think she was the liar. With all the rumors that went around about her this would be the final nail in the coffin.

The same coffin they might as well use to send her back to Germany in, never to return.

Asuka made her decision. It was a good thing that this place had no people so no one could see what she was about to do, but it did not made her feel any better.Â It didn't take the sting away, nor the feeling of absolute defeat.

Without another word, humiliated beyond even anything she'd experienced lately, choking back bitter tears, Asuka slipped under the table.

"That's my girl," Mana complimented her while spreading her legs wide.

As Asuka shifted her hips forward and let herself slip off the seat and under the thick tablecloth hanging down to the floor. She felt herself disorientated for a split second. It was really dark in here. Even noise from the outside seemed muted by the thick cloth.

She felt rather than saw something moving in front of her, but her eyes quickly became used to the darkness enough to recognize the outlines of Mana`s legs, sticking out under the cloth.

Unwillingly, Asuka moved forward thinking how bad it'd be if she decided to just tear this bitch's genital off with her teeth. She'd be in too much pain to show any pictures to anyone. But then Yui would still know, and would kick her out. Worse, Asuka would go to jail for assault. Neither prospect was any better than what she was doing now. Better to wait it out and look for an opening. Mana wasn't that smart, little more than an air-headed bimbo. Sooner or later she'd make a mistake.

To her surprise it wasn`t that dirty under the table. She had been worried that it would be quite dirty and dusty under, but it was much better than she had expected. The smell was not to bad, though as she moved closer it was soon drowned in the musky smell of Mana`s arousal.

Then the younger girl reached down and lifted the table cloth, bunching it up so it wouldn't fall back, giving Asuka much more light to work with, and her first good look at Mana's lower body.

It seemed like she had her skirt hiked up already, awaiting for the slippery kiss from the redhead. And somehow Asuka was not surprised to see that there were no panties.

After automatically straightening her hair, she immediately crawled between the elegant legs as they swiveled open. She wanted to dig it in right away and get this over with it as soon as she could, but when her nose was brushing against the puffy lips of the outer labia, to Asuka`s utter disgust, Mana pressed her left palm against her forehead pushing, the redhead off like she was some sort of annoying, persistent pet.

“Uh-uh! Savor the moment. I know how you love sperm and pussy juices, but for gods sake, restrain yourself a little, you greedy pig.”

Biting her lips in humiliation, Asuka closed her eyes and shuffled back. This time, however, with trembling lips she planted a soft kiss on Mana's right knee, as if begging for the privilege to eat the pussy of her most bitter enemy.

The thighs opened slightly, giving silent agreement. As Asuka tentatively moved her head in between them, they gave way softly, letting her cheeks brush against silky skin as she kept on pushing inwards. Once again she was met by the mind-blowing female scent. The smell was if possible even stronger now. Hot, demanding, and completely disgusting.

Mana`s hips adjusted imperceptibly, slipping slightly forward on the seat, her skirt sliding a little bit further up as her thighs opened up more. Just enough to allow Asuka's glowing face the rest of the way in and close in on the first wet kiss. And so it was - lips upon lips in a long and breathless moment.

The younger girl`s pubic bush brushed against Asuka`s nose, the soft outer lips embracing her relentless tongue, and the thighs instantly clamping tightly around her head. She could even feel the softness, the strength and those microscopic shudders and spasms of these muscles as they worked to keep her locked in place.

Mana`s body trembled lightly. Her eyelids got heavy and her arrogant smile slowly transformed into an expression of open-mouthed rapture. She did not have had that much lesbian experience, but even she could tell that Asuka had a natural talent at this. And as the redheads limber tongue came between her cunt lips and started slowly and gently sliding up and down, it didn't take long until the young girl was breathing a little heavier than usual.

Despite her hammering heartbeat, Asuka tried her best to be patient as she slid her hands upwards to grab behind the other teen's back. Pressing lightly without causing discomfort, she sank her tongue a little deeper in between the folds as she continued her wet sweeps of the offered cunt.

Above her she could hear the muted sounds of Mana`s deep breathing. At least she was making the little bitch aroused. In a weird, wicked sense it made her feel superior. In control. But it didn`t ease up the grave situation she was in.

At the same time she seemed to be able to control her well enough, as even when Asuka started to sense those familiar small ripples in her thighs and belly she was not able to create any noticeable jolts or cramps when she made some powerful flicks over the now fully erect and protruding clit.

Asuka had to force herself to remember not to hurry things up. Not that she wanted any of this, but she had to balance wanting it to be over as soon as possible and not pissing Mana off. It wasn't easy.

And the damned heat just made it worse—it was killing her! Her own body trickled and glowed so intensely that she could feel sweat break out on her back and forehead, as it was getting hotter and hotter under the thick table cloth aided by the rising heat from Mana`s thighs and crotch.

Sweating, Asuka continued her gentle tongue flicking of the clit for a few minutes but it was getting harder and harder. She really wanted to be back to the cool air. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat by now, feeling her clothes getting soaked and the wrinkled uniform suddenly becoming intolerably warm and uncomfortable. With some feverish straining and twisting of her left hand, she was able to unbutton her shirt all the way down to the skirt around her waist, allowing her bra-covered breasts to peek out.

It eased up the heat a little, but only for the time being.

After a few more minutes Asuka felt frustration slowly creep in on her, as there was still no sign of intense pleasure from Mana, meaning that she still had to stay in this over heated space, which started to feel like a small oven.

Not even when she used the very best of her skills to fill her completely, or when the firmly stretched labial lips clamped tightly around the base of her tongue as the tip played seductively around the entrance to her cervix. Mana remained calm enough, her breathing getting heavier. Other than that there were no signs of an approaching orgasm.

Yet Mana eventually relaxed as much as she possibly could as she let the persistent arms hugging her buttocks push her gently against the amazingly skilled mouth.

As the redhead let her tongue push gently inwards Mana's breathing immediately stocked up, and her thighs tensed, closing against her cheeks again. Very slowly Asuka went deeper until she felt the tongue reach it furthest stretch. Then she relaxed her jaw and throat and once the tension went away she started her second push, all the way in, stuffing Mana's sheath completely.

Again and again, again and again, Asuka's wet tongue penetrated deeper, retreated and penetrated again, exploring the depths of the impatiently twitching pleasure channel. She created a gentle but firm rhythm of thrusts, filling the drooling pussy to the brink at each full penetration.

The heat in her belly rose to uncontrollable intensity faster than Mana could even react. It started as a numbing glow in her belly and along her thighs, from the marrow of her bones out to the skin… and in again. Then it tightened to an almost painfully burning knot right under her pubic bone. Pleasure was literally bubbling within her body.

Asuka sensed it too. Just a light wiggle with her tongue was enough to send intense ripples up and down the length of the thighs squeezed tightly around her cheeks. The little bitch was really enjoying it.

Not able to endure anymore, Mana's hips bucked violently as she moved closer to shooting a huge load of cum juice right into the hungry mouth eating her down there.

The table shook from the teen's violent trembling as the primitive forces took over and blew her mind empty of everything but the bliss of unparalleled pleasure. At exactly the right moment that warm tongue had penetrated her right to the bottom, and she felt her pussy clamp down on it as the cramps hit her. With the tongue captured in a crushing grip, she felt the redhead squeeze her mouth even harder against her, her upper lip stimulating the base of her clit with murderously efficient wiggles.

Mana's hips bounced so wildly that at one point Asuka's head hit the underside of the table with such force that the plates jumped and an empty glass was knocked over. But at this moment Mana was loosing herself in her orgasm. She did not care if the tablecloth got dirty or if she broke the other girl's skull against the wood. All that matter was her satisfaction. And so she continued to buckle her hips in violent passion, making Asuka's head thump against the wood repeatedly as Mana rode her to orgasm.

The head hitting against the hard surface of the table was not the only problem though. Asuka also had trouble breathing as Mana's pubic bone was violently mashing against her nose and cheeks while the cruel hands gripped generous tufts of hair and pulled her in with unscrupulous force, holding her in a firm, steady grip, making her lips form a tight seal over the gaping opening, dutifully offering to drink the sticky squirts of teen juice.

And that was exactly what happened a few seconds later.

Mana threw herself backwards on the seat and yelled out as she spurted her cum into the hungry mouth. All over that hard working tongue. Thighs clamped down harder and hands grasped the head and hair in uncontrolled ecstasy. The pain made Asuka's eyes overflow with tears. She had no other option but to dig in, swallowing those pungent pussy juices as they gushed at her.

Her head was tugged violently back and forth in the clamp between the shaking thighs as those blindly grasping hands ruined her hairstyle, making one of her hair-clips slip off its usual place. Sharp shrieks mixed with breathless gasps accompanied by another shower of pussy juices squirting against the back of her throat.

Asuka was hanging on desperately with both hands wrapped around her upper thighs, rubbing her upper lip and nose against the clit when she couldn't reach it with her tongue.

But then there was yet another suppressed scream, another flush of cum into her mouth, and again the thighs locking like a clamp around her head, harder than ever. And Asuka gulped down the juices of the wild orgasmic eruption as its intense waves shattered the younger girl's body. Gulp after gulp.

Mana remained more or less laid back in her seat for another couple of minutes as she tried to catch up with her breathing. “How does it taste, bitch?” she asked hoarsely.

Between her legs Asuka's lips continued sucking in and drinking down the seeping after-flow of cum. “Mmmmmphhh?”

“Tell me, how does it taste?” A push on Asuka's forehead indicated that she was required to come up with something more than just a muffed sound from inside her pussy.

With a light smack she let her mouth loose from the overheated pussy lips. She gave the petal- like lips a final kiss before working her face free of the soaked pussy.

The bitch wanted for her to answer, but Asuka didn't know what to say. If she was honestly she would tell her to fuck off, or that she tasted worse than any pussy she'd ever had. Even Ayanami's ass better. And for a second she betrayed her true emotions. “It's the wo—”

Mana yanked her hair, snapping the loose hairclip. “Bitch, you better watch yourself.”

Asuka winced in pain. “I-I love it!” she correctly hastily, though not believing it for a second. “This wonderful pussy tastes absolutely the best!” For emphasis, she smiled dumbly and smacked her cum soaked lips. Then she craned her neck muscles, pushing Mana's hands away and planting a dry kiss on the slowly closing pussy lips.

Mana didn't buy it, of course. “I'm so glad to hear that”, she breathed, looking with dizzy eyes onto the ceiling. “Then make sure to worship it properly.”

Asuka had no choice but to dig in again. She let the tip of her tongue circle wetly around the urethra, just under the most sensitive spot. The belly in front of her vision moved gently up and down with the breathing, without any signs of contractions or jerks yet. The small pubic bush split elegantly around her nose.

“That's right, cunt. Keep your tongue sliding up and down between the inner lips, veeery gently! Twirl it around sometimes. Change the rhythm and intensity of the caresses.”

The redhead's tongue almost immediately found the right pattern of movement between the soaking pussy lips. The place became silent once again except the regular but somewhat strained breathing and an occasional moan or wet sound of her gently working tongue.

Mana spread her legs even further and tried to totally relax her abdomen as she felt that talented tongue penetrate her again, into the depths of her womanhood. An insane melting sensation washed through her belly and thighs and she felt an intense desire to pee. So strong that she let a few drops slip into that opened mouth before she regained control. She felt Asuka's face turn into a scowl once the she tasted it, but the redhead did not stop allowing her tongue to slip out with a sloppy sound, before jamming it back in again.

Just a muffed, very strained groan could be heard as Mana shot another load of juice, with a slight hint if bitter piss, against the back of Asuka's throat. She sighed and looked down at the beautiful face still buried deeply in her sated pussy. Though she did not want to admit it, the bitch was the best cunt licker she ever had. The crystal blue eyes met her green ones through the curls of her wiry pubic bush, humiliation bristling bitterly.

Seeing her hated enemy on her knees, lapping on her cunt like a professional whore was another great victory for Mana. This was truly where the half-German slut belonged. Oh yes, she would definitely enjoy this.

With a swift movement of her leg, Mana pushed Asuka away from her, like she was useless trash. Asuka once again bit her lips in anger and hopelessness, and almost gagged once she tasted the hint of girl cum on them. Funny how she could swallow loads and loads of the stuff but tasting it on her lips made it more overwhelming.

But it weren't just her lips that were covered. Her nose, cheeks, and chin were all soaked with girl juices. She retreated back to her seat opposite Mana, her lower face glistering in the cafeteria lights. She silently reached for a paper napkin to clean herself, but was stopped by Mana's hand.

“Leave it on bitch,” she barked. “So that you remember whom you belong to from now on.”

Asuka's hand tensed in her grip, as if considering whether to slap her face or not, but after few slow seconds it relaxed again as the redhead gave in. She determined to wipe the disgusting traces as soon as she left this place.

Mana didn't seem to consider that and said, “Good.” Then she pushed her plate to Asuka. There was nothing on it but the leftovers of her lunch. The redhead looked at her quizzically. Mana grinned. “Lick your plate clean. Like a dog.”

Asuka clenched her teeth in a barely controlled snarl. She said nothing.

“You seem to be under the impression that I'm giving you a choice,” Mana hissed. “Your body doesn't belong to you anymore. And it doesn't belong to Musashi, either. He can use it all he wants, but it belongs to me. Mine. Do to with as I please. Understand? You will do as I say. Or you will pay the consequences.”

Asuka's heart could not sink any lower, her anger little more than a broken shield to protect her from a flurry on incoming arrows. But Mana was right. What else could she do?

Still without saying anything, she picked up the plate and moved it towards her.

Mana, however, took the plate and set it back down on the table. “A dog brings its mouth to its food, not the other way around.”

Totally humiliated now, Asuka bent her head over her plate and began licking it clean with her tongue. Though it wasn't as bad as milk mixed with cum or washing her own cum-stained pnties in her mouth, knowing there were Mana's leftover made her nauseous. She could taste a hint of the sauce, a trace of the meat, along with a few tiny chunks of vegetables.

Mana smiled watching the redhead's tongue at work. “You know, I was thinking we should do a photo shoot today. I mean, as your new owner I would like to have some photos of my pet but all of these,” she pointed at the pile of photos in the other plate, “look too plain for me. Besides, I'm not in any of them. So prepare—Ah, don't stop cleaning your plate `till it's all gone, you stupid cunt! Anyway, I want you to prepare your best outfits today. Understand?”

Asuka looked at Mana with her most hateful glare, her tongue now drawing circles on the clean plate leaving nothing behind but the trails of her own saliva, and nodded.

“Good.” Mana waved her hand, indicating that she was not needed anymore.

Asuka stood up, tears of humiliation in her eyes, her cheeks blushing an angry red, her still-unbuttoned uniform shirt showing glimpses of her bra-covered breasts, her silky red hair looking disheveled, sticking to her sweaty skin, one hair-clip barely holding onto her long mane and the other missing, slick pussy juices all over her face.

Mana could not help but smile - this girl in front of her was so different from the confident bitch that had stepped in barely fifteen minutes ago that she could feel herself getting aroused again just by the thrilling sight.

“One more thing.” As she watched Asuka button herself up and fixing her hair - but, Mana was please to see, keeping her pussy juices on - the younger girl leaned in for a kill. She reached down into her bag and produced a huge pink rubber dildo shaped like a man's penis. “A whore like you should always be full.”

Asuka swallowed hard, blue eyes growing wide. It was gigantic, bigger than anything she'd ever taken, but she had no doubt where it was supposed to go. “You can't be serious.”

“But…” Asuka's latest protest was cut short by an angry look from Yui.

The older woman was standing on the other side of the kitchen, holding a hot cup of tea in her hands. Asuka had ranted and raved about what Mana had done to her—the pussy licking, forcing her to eat her leftovers, and stuffing a dildo so large inside her she had to sit straight the rest of the day—and her supposedly authorizing her to become involved right from the moment Yui arrived home, very early compared to her usual schedule.

Yui kept her back to her, allowing the girl to cut loose, but now that she turned her head Asuka knew it was better to shut up.

“I made your options very clear, didn't I?” Yui said calmly, taking a sip from her cup. “You do as you are told or you leave.”

Asuka took a step, hands clenched into fists. “You told me to do what Musashi said. I did! I did everything, every stupid, perverted, disgusting thing! But Mana, she just wants to—”

“Fix you,” Yui interrupted. “You don't understand. This is for your own good. Your mother—”

“Don't you dare talk about my mother!” Asuka snapped furiously, and knew immediately that she had crossed the line.

Yui took another sip, though outwardly she did not show any sign of anger. “Go get your things. I won't have such attitude in my house.” She set her cup down and made to walk pass Asuka into the hallway.

Asuka screwed up. She meant it and the anger was sincere, but she was not in a position to yell at Yui. Even the arrogant redhead recognized that. She had no doubt that if she let Yui go she would be standing out on the street in minutes. In a last ditched effort to keep a roof over her head, she stepped in her way with a shuffled of her bare feet, dropping her head and feeling absolutely naked though, for once, she was actually wearing clothes— baggy yellow T-shirt and the short black ruffled skirt.

“No, please,” Asuka said, swallowing her pride in a single painful gulp. It helped that it was much diminished of late. “I-I'm sorry.”

She half expected Yui to keep going, and saw herself standing outside with a suitcase in each hand, fighting the tears even as they streamed down her face. Instead Yui stopped and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You can't help it, can you?”

Not knowing what else to do, Asuka shook her head silently.

“I am afraid Mana is right about you,” Yui said, and Asuka again had to control her anger. “Your mother was the same way. But I won't let you turn out like her. I won't let you just walk around and do nothing but hurt people. Not caring for anyone. I know you don't want to be like that. You want to be a good girl, Asuka, don't you?”

Asuka didn't understand how being sent to Keita and Musashi to be raped and constantly abused was supposed to do that. She didn't understand how making her Mana's pet would fix her. She didn't even know that there was something that needed fixing. But what else could she do?

“Asuka?”

Again the redhead just shook her head.

“Accepting you have a problem is the first step towards recovery,” she patted her shoulder. “Your mother could never accept that. You don't want to be like her, do you?”

Another shake of Asuka's head. This time a little bit of her heart seemed to collapse with it, like a building in an earthquake. She had wanted to be like her mother: a successful woman, smart, strong, beautiful.

She got the sense that Yui wanted to say more, but at that moment the bell rang. From somewhere in the living room Shinji said, “Coming!”

Yui squeezed her shoulder, making her look up for the first time. The brown-haired woman had a smile of her face. “Don't worry about it,” she called out loudly. “Asuka will get it.”

With that she turned the slender redhead around and sent her towards the door with a gentle pat on her read. Asuka yelped, but resolved to do as she was bid. She felt like she was sleepwalking as she trudged to the front door, the padding of her feet barely audible to her own ears. She was not surprised to see the young, blood-haired Mana standing happily on the other side, holding a bag over her shoulder. She was dressed in the purple sleeveless shirt and tight jean shorts, that tightly hugged her firm button. It didn't change much, as for Asuka she looked equally annoying in whatever she was wearing.

“Hello, bitch!” Mana grinned. “Ready to take some pictures?”

Asuka ground her teeth as she moved aside to allow her entrance. She didn't know what the hell this was supposed to be about, nor why Mana would want more pictures give than she already had so many, but the sooner they got started the sooner it would be over. Mana, however, did not come inside.

Asuka raised a thin eyebrow. “What?”

Mana's hand shot out and grabbed Asuka by the hair. “You will greet me properly!” she yelled. Asuka yelped in response as the other girl forced her head down, making her bend over with a painful snarl drawn on her pretty face. “Get on your knees and invite me. And kiss my feet to show your respects.”

Out of the corner of her eyes, Asuka saw Yui appear on the kitchen doorway, looking at her disapprovingly. That, more than anything Mana did, was what prompted her to drop to her knees.

The redhead hardened herself for the humiliation. She was sure it was the first of many.

“Please come inside,” Asuka groveled, the words tasting bitter in her mouth, then she lowered herself and planted a kiss on the top of each of Mana's white sneakers, hoping it was enough.

Yui nodded.

Mana was also pleased but was much more keen to have the redhead humiliating herself further. She stepped aside and over her, leaving Asuka on her knees in front of the opened door. Once inside however, Mana stuck out her right foot. “You have a lot to learn. Take off my shoes. Kiss more.”

Asuka did, conscious that Yui was still watching her, and slipped off her sneakers one after the other, then gave each pretty foot a kiss on the top. Mana wiggled her toes as the soft lips made contact with her hot skin. When she was satisfied she simply walked off and went to greet Yui. “Aunty!”

They hugged.

Asuka was left to close the door behind them. She stood there for a moment, thinking that maybe it was better to just get kicked out than put up with this sort of humiliation. But in the end she sighed loudly, brushing back her hair that Mana had tousled, and turned into the hall.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Mana's sharp voice called.

“You said you wanted my best outfits,” Asuka explained, feeling pathetic.

Mana laughed. “Don't be stupid. First we need a camera.” She let go of Yui. “Come with me.”

Putting on her sweetest smile, the one that always made Asuka sick, Mana entered the living room and approached Shinji as he dusting some shelves above the TV. Asuka dragged herself unwillingly behind, moping.

“Shinji-kun!” Mana hugged Shinji from behind, rubbing her cheek against his white shirt. Shinji turned beet-red in an instant, even the tips of his ears coloring. “Can I ask you a favor?”

Asuka crossed her arms against her chest feeling her nails dig into her skin. Ugh! This was so sickening and gross!

“S-Sure,” Shinji stuttered. “What is it?”

“Remember that nice digital camera you had? Can I borrow it, please?”

Just how one could fall for her vile tricks was beyond Asuka. She was being such a phony, and yet Shinji seemed to sincerely believe everything she said. He really was an idiot—like she was when she gifted him that very same camera for his 12th birthday.

Somehow, the fact that Mana would use something she gave as a present for Shinji to take dirty pictures of her made Asuka's eyes watery. She could never imagine when she bought this gift that it would be turned on her this way.

But she quickly rubbed all the moisture that appeared in the corners of her eyes off. This was no time to stand there and pity herself. Not with this pathetic couple around. She could not show weakness, not in front of Mana.

“Yea-yeah. Need to take some pictures?” Shinji offered her a shy smile over his shoulder, which somehow made already disgusting scene almost completely unbearable for Asuka.

“Not for me, silly. For Asuka. She and Musashi want to start an album as a couple. You know as boyfriend and girlfriend.” For a moment Shinji's shoulders tensed, but Mana ignored this. “Isn't that nice? They are so deeply in love with each other, just like we are. So can you help out?”

Shinji turned, his eyes meting Asuka's. He held his gaze for a few moments longer than necessarily. For a moment he looked almost like… he was about to refuse, which made Asuka feel confused. Why would he? He didn't care about her all that much, so why he would care if she took some photos or with whom?

But then Shinji's shoulder slumped, only very slightly, and he turned back to Mana with a confused look. “So you are friends now?”

“Oh, well we had a little talk.” Her eyes sparkled as she said this. “I think we've solved most of our differences. Now where's the camera?”

“Um, it's in my room.”

“Thanks dear, you are the best!” Mana squealed with joy, making Asuka's ears hurt, and Shinji blush even more. She tiptoed to give him light peck on his lips, and the idiot looked like he was about to faint.

Asuka gritted her teeth, as Mana hugged his left arm and dragged him to his room, giving a wink as they passed the redhead. “You should get ready. Musashi will be here any minute.”

Asuka felt like she was going to throw up.

It took another twenty minutes for them to prepare everything in Gendo's former room, which was similar to his wife's except for a bigger bed and a strawy chair that was more suited for the garden. Though Asuka had been in here only a few times before, and those were usually short and uneventful, she knew there would be plenty of memories from this visit for her to remember. Mana, Musahi, who had arrived a short while ago, and Yui would make sure of it.

Yui sat comfortably in the chair as she watched the scene before her with great interest. Musashi was sitting on the corner of bed, digital camera in his hands and the usual perverted smirk on his lips. At the foot of the bed stood Mana and Asuka. While Mana was still dressed in her casual clothes, Asuka was completely nude for everyone to see. Being the only unclothed person in the room and feeling the eyes on her body only made Asuka more self-conscious and reluctant. Standing close to each other, face to face, their expressions could not be more different. Asuka's face looked really down, as if all hope just left her, her lips trembling slightly, while Mana stood with her hands on her hips, a posture that Asuka loved to make, a broad toothy smile enlightening her features. Her eyes gleamed as she eyed Asuka's naked body hungrily, sending a brief shiver through the redhead.

Mana finally managed to tear her eyes away from the beautiful sight and sauntered off from the bed.

“Now, come over here.” Mana pointed to the middle of the room. She was holding a black stick in her hands that Asuka hadn't noticed her retrieving. It was a long, narrow and flexible shaft with a flopping bit at one end that looked like leather and a handle at the other. “We need to examine you properly before we can proceed with taking pictures. I want to make sure that I can show my property in the best condition.”

Asuka found an idea of examination to be ridiculous to begin with, but the mean-looking crop really gave her pause. She didn't have to be a devout S&M fan to know what it was for, and Mana seemed only too eager to give it a go.

Before Asuka could take a step she swung the crop wide and the leather tip came into contact with her round bottom with a gunshot-like noise. The redhead jumped and grabbed her ass. “Oww!”

Mana stepped in front of her and took a handful of her red hair, pushing older teen's flushed face against hers. “You will do as I say, if you know what is good for you. Don't test my patience. Stop gawking like a pig. Now get over there and spread your legs!”

It was accompanied by another loud crack as the leather crop hit Asuka across her round buttocks.

The pain was stinging but she knew that she would have it worse if she didn't do what she was ordered. Asuka felt all eyes on her, her naked breasts bouncing as she walked to the middle of the room, unable to control their movements. Mana was beside her like a guard would do with a condemned prisoner, her hands sliding lower on the redhead`s body, touching the gentle swell of her tight, teenage ass.

“Good.” Mana brought her to a stop when Asuka was where she wanted her. “Now open your legs wide. Wider”—the crop cracked again, making Asuka wince. “Wider I said, you stupid cunt! Yes, good.”

By the time she was satisfied Asuka's legs were so far apart she had trouble standing, clutching the carpet with her toes to keep her feet from sliding further sideways. Mana loved the sight of her teenage butt cheeks spreading apart, her pink rosebud peeking out and her pussy pouch pushed outward.

“Hands behind your head.”

This time Asuka obeyed without need for the crop. She was surprised that she managed to keep herself in such a position at all. She felt so incredible exposed, looking like a gymnast about to do the splits, with her pussy and anus open and accessible. She could feel Mana`s gaze traveling down her body until it rested between her legs, well knowing why.

Her puffy labia was damp with sweat as her slit was pulled slightly open by her obscene position, allowing them to have unrestricted view to the pale coral membrane of her inner tissues. It was shiny with moisture; drops of syrupy, slightly aromatic fluid puddled in the pink opening. At the top of the slit her hard clit just peeked out.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here?” Asuka felt Mana`s hand reach behind her.

The younger teen`s fingers gently rubbed one lower lip. She stroked it up and down, then gently rubbed the slit open and letting the firm flesh pull closed again, watching carefully as the vaginal opening pulsed and tightened. Going further, she ran her index finger lightly up and down between the labia.

“A very puffy vulva indeed.” Her fingers slipped further into the folds of Asuka`s sex, gripping each pussy lip, spreading them apart, her pink tunnel even more exposed to the camera. Then she skimmed up and down her pussy slit, feeling the wetness as the redhead`s hips began to move. “What a disgusting pig. She's flooding.”

"Head up, nee-chan, look into the camera," ordered Musashi, who now stepped up in front of her.

Asuka looked up and into the lens, trying hard to become comfortable with her nudity; she had a great body: nice firm breasts; flat stomach; taut athletic legs; a high, pert ass. It was a body to be proud of. So why did she always feel so childlike and small when she was naked in front of these perverts?

Musashi brushed red hair from her face, noticing that her nipples were still hard. She might have a distressed look on her features, but her pussy was soaked in arousal.

“Arch your back. Show your slutty titties,” Mana whispered.

Asuka pressed her naked back, arching a bit, thrusting her chest out as ordered. Her lips clenched in anticipation. She looked down; a tiny sheet of perspiration covered her breasts, the hard tips of her nipples now twice their normal size. She closed her eyes as the flash went off repeatedly, cringing at how she must look.

She suddenly felt like nothing more than a doll, placed on a stage for everyone`s pleasure. It was what it must have been like to be Rei. For the time in this ordeal her emotions threatened to overwhelm her, and she stifled a sob.

“Don't close your eyes,” Mana ordered slapping her left buttock and then gently running her hand down the side of her naked hips. “You have such silky ass skin.” Her hand gripped one of her naked cheeks in her hand, feeling Asuka pushing her hips forward in response. “Arch your back a little more, my little slut. That's good, yes. Get a picture of her hard nipples.”

This posing for them, with her tits pushed out, her nipples hard, and her wet pussy exposed, was so humiliating. The camera came forward and flashed again and again, capturing her naked heaving breasts.

“And her very fleshy lips.” Mana peeled them back, exposing her pink inner skin to the camera.

Musashi leaned in, between her legs, his camera lens less than a foot from Asuka's sex. She actually felt the heat of the flash as the camera flicked on and off, the click of the shutter deafening in the quiet room as her wide-open pussy was captured for posterity.Â Her vagina was fully exposed, as was her clit hood.

The camera clicked again.

But as Asuka remained standing there she was soon feeling embarrassingly unfulfilled, slowly growing more decidedly aroused. It was unbelievable even to her. Her nudity, the other girl's touch, the sweat and smell of her own musk in the hot room—she might be reluctant, but the truth was she badly wanted to play with her clit until she came.

Then, as if guessing her wishes, Mana`s fingers pushed on the wrinkled little love button, drawing a murmur of pleasure from the older girl. She flicked it from side to side, relishing how the more aggressive touches drew stronger reactions and plenty of girl-juice.

"That's how a slut's cunt juices look. Thick and sticky, but not particularly creamy. What a greedy, lustful pig without any self-control you are. You'd love to have your big clitty stroked, wouldn't you?" Mana baby-talked to her in an exaggeratedly sweet tone. "You're dying to show us your huge slut's clit aren't you, pig?"

Asuka didn`t have the strength to answer. She just looked down at her vagina, her pussy lips beginning to spread apart, making her ashamed as she indeed saw the glistening dew on her sex andÂ nodded, feeling tears gather in the corners of her eyes.

Mana moved her hand up, cleaning her wet fingers gently against the frightened redhead's quivering stomach. The hand then began to slide slowly down her belly, creeping closer to her pussy again. Asuka wished she would just hurry up and play with her clit already. She wasn't eager to begin, but she was eager to finish.

As the hand finally reached her vagina, Asuka closed her eyes and bit her lips, feeling the thin fingers encounter her clitoris. Mana`s nimble digits took a gentle but firm grip at the base of her clit and worked slowly up and away from her body. Upon reaching the tip of the sensitive nub they slid back, applying firm pressure down the length of Asuka's button.

Mana alternated between this loving stroking and a harsher pinching, applying sharp pressure only at the very tip of the clitoris. Asuka could not believe how talented this woman's fingers were. Her clitoris had sprung out of its protective sheath like a jack in the box. She was moaning openly, her own fingers clawing the back of her head, toes doing the same on the floor.

The fingers left her clitoris and spread her pussy lips as wide as they could, showing the glistering wet pink tissues of her insides.

Click. Asuka's eyes flew wide, her mouth hung open in shock. The brief but intensely pleasurable sensations had made her forget that she wasn't being masturbated by someone who had any interest in her pleasure, or even had any liking for her. She felt like a piece of meat, a freak in a freak show being stared at by slack-jawed yokels, looking at her monster clitty. The only reason Mana had even touched her again was to get her goddamn picture so she could laugh at her later.

"See what a slut she is,” Mana laughed. “You could learn a thing or two about standing at attention from that clit of yours. Sharp little bugger too, I almost cut myself on it,"

Click. Asuka cringed as another photo was taken of her shameful arousal, this time from a slightly different angle. It took all of Asuka's willpower not to turn and run screaming from the room. It was strange how they could always find a way to humiliate her more even when it looked impossible.

She begged her clitoris to deflate, trying to will herself calm but having no success. Feeling even the slight movements of the cool air flowing across the burning cluster of nerves, still unwilling to duck back into shelter and don it's protective hood, was enough to set her on fire.

Mana`s hands now were grabbing her hips from behind. Asuka felt them slide over her ass cheeks, her fingers clenching on them and drawing them apart. Her eyes shut wide and her mouth opened to protest as she felt a finger traveling through the forbidden valley between the firm, smooth globes of her bottom, slowly tracing the crack, heading for her pink anus, feeling the tiny rosebud quivering in fear. “N-no, stop.”

Ignoring her, Mana dropped to one knee. Asuka started to pant, knowing that penetration was inevitable, her cheeks moving in and out with each breath as the finger slowly circled the little rosebud, still painfully sensitive after the recent loss of its virginity.

Mana tapped several times on the little pucker before resting her fingers on either side of Asuka`s anus and pulling it outward, watching as the tiny rosebud became completely exposed. The younger girl pulled wider and the tiny sore star began to open. Asuka felt the fingers on her anus begin to apply pressure on the tiny opening, one finger slowly rubbing, lightly stimulating the burning nerve endings

“Push back on my finger. I need to check your sphincter muscle.”

Asuka was extra sensitive and just clenching her asshole hurt, but she did not say anything. If it were Musashi doing this then maybe he would listen, like he had in the shower. But Mana would only do it harder because loving to see her in pain. So instead, the redhead just silently strained, pushing her ass back, and squeezed her eyes shut as the tiny sore anus began to open around Mana`s finger.

Mana watched her anus close when she pulled forward a bit, then push outward again as she followed her instructions. She was so tight but the finger finally won, as she knew it would, plunging in to the first knuckle before Asuka could do anything but gasp in surprise and pain. Mana moved her finger around, feeling her hot sphincter trying desperately to expel the foreign digit.

The burning sensation`s from her ass was too much to bear. As Asuka opened her eyes tears rolled down her cheeks. Musashi was grinning face next to her. She had completely forgotten about this pervert.

He let his tanned hand trace small circles over the mass of her right breast, starting at the top outermost edge and spiraling in to the nipple. Asuka`s breasts were firm, the nipples pointed, no sag at all in them. Then he caressed both breasts, one after another with his one hand, watching her shift a little on her feet, obviously aroused by the manipulation of her breasts.

“Mmmm,” she quietly moaned as his fingers gripped her nipple, tightening on the sensitive tip. She felt the pain as Musashi twisted it right then left, his fingertips digging into the hard flesh. Her lips were clenched tight, but her back was arched, thrusting her left breast into his painful grip. He then pulled on her right nipple, stretching it out over an inch, tightening his grip even more, not allowing it to escape his cruel fingers.

Meanwhile, Mana pulled her finger out from Asuka's anus and moved them to her clit right away, pulling her hood back, exposing the red bud. She slapped her finger back and forth over the redhead`s clit, sometimes rather hard, other times softer. Her other hand moved up to her pussy, forcefully pushing her lips aside until she exposed her vagina.Â

Mana then pushed three fingers against her vagina and began to apply pressure, feeling the older girl`s muscles slowly giving way, the tips of her fingers bit by bit being engulfed in her hot flesh. She pinched Asuka`s clit hard, her body jerking back onto the fingers invading her vagina, her pulsating pussy walls clenching, wrapped tightly around Mana`s fingers.

“Take a few shots of her cunt. It`s surprisingly tight for something that has been used everyday. I can just barely get three fingers in even with all of her juices.”

Asuka squirmed, trying to push the fingers in further, squeezing them as they plunged deeper into her pussy. She no longer cared about the camera, Mana, Yui or Musashi; her only desire now was to cum. They had been gradually arousing her and she could no longer resist her betraying body.

Fingers plucked at her nipple, sometimes painfully, her breast compressed within one strong hand, the blood pushed to the swollen tip. Her clit was being finger slapped, it felt like she would rub it raw if she continued much longer and her pussy was being finger fucked, three delicious fingers sliding inside her. She had to cum soon.

“Good whore, rock back on the fingers.” Mana cooed feeling Asuka`s body tense up, her buttock muscles contracting as she pushed her hips back and forth on the fingers in her pussy, her ass cheeks clenching as her vagina wall grabbed like a mouth. One breast swung freely back and forth as the tanned fingers tightly pinched the other by the nipple, delicious pain shooting through her body.Â

Her head shot up, a look of sheer pleasure on it, her eyes wide-open, soft moans of pleasure coming from her lips. Musashi took a few shots with his free hand of her wanton expression, but Asuka was beyond caring about any of it.

Asuka humped back and forth, raising her ass up and down like a dog in heat, her pussy gushing over the invading fingers inside her. Desperately she clung to the edges of delight, her mind a confused jangle of sensations.

Three fingers plunged deep into her tight, wet pussy, painfully spreading apart the slick walls. Sharp, hard fingernails once again slapped her nipple, igniting intense pain that rushed throughout her body. Mana`s thumb pressed against her asshole. The fat finger pushed through the clenching sphincter muscle and entering her once virgin-rectum.

Asuka`s hips moved back and forth. Her pussy was soaked, covering Mana`s fingers with her juices, the smell of her sex permeating the room.

Her asshole, though not lubricated and still not recovered from the recent sodomy, sucked her finger in deeper each time she forced her hips backward. Asuka arched her head back, groaning in pain and pleasure as the finger in her asshole rasped harshly up her back passage, unable to stop the ravishment.

The thumb pushed around inside her, like a tiny animal, moving back and forth, never resting, continually stimulating her body. It hurt, but it also made her pussy wetter. The forced masturbation of her body was overcoming all of her senses. Sweat began to run down her body as the increasingly rapid movement overheated her.

And then, to Asuka's dismay, Mana pulled her thumb out of her asshole, her sphincter fighting their removal as she did. Then she slid her fingers wetly out of her cum soaked pussy too. “Gott, don't stop,” she begged. “I've been good. Please…”

But Mana was not about to give her little bitch any release just yet. Instead, she walked around and took Musashi`s place in front of the redhead`s face. “What a horny slut. It would be embarrassing if you weren't a whore, but as a whore I guess it doesn't matter. Now, open your mouth.”

Though Asuka still had trouble bringing her mind back under her control, she helplessly listened to Mana`s commanding voice and opened her mouth. There was nothing she could do. She had tasted the promise of orgasm and would do anything to achieve it.

Mana leaned forward, peering inside. "Wider!"

Asuka opened her mouth wider.

"Stick out your tongue." A wet, pink tongue immediately slithered out. She ran a finger slowly over the slippery surface and then grasped it between her thumb and index, tugging it out further. Asuka flinched, feeling a strong taste of Mana`s fingers which were heavily coated in pussy juice and had explored the insides of her flesh just a few seconds ago.

“You have a long tongue, slut. Perfect for pussy and ass licking. Mmm, yes, I'll make sure it's constantly busy. Can't let such natural talent just wither away, right?”

“Ngo,” Asuka responded as best she could with someone holding onto her tongue. She sounded pathetic.

"Good bitch,” Mana replied, releasing the tongue and patting Asuka on the top of her head. “Now lets have a closer look on those firm breasts of yours.”

She brought up her hands and, with fingers splayed, lifted Asuka's breasts. She took an attentive look at each of the nipples, looking beneath each breast, enjoying the weight of the firm mounds pressing down on her fingers. However, it was a bit annoying for her that this bitch's breasts were not only bigger than her own, but also firmer and better looking too.

“Pretty good tits you have there, cunt.” Mana said pulling back a little.

Asuka breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her arms. Mana anticipated this move and immediately reached around her and swatted her bottom. "We're not finished yet! I'll tell you when to lower your hands."

The hands shot back behind the neck to intertwine fingers. Then Mana grasped the tip of redhead's left nipple and tugged it away from her body slightly. She heard Asuka sucking in her breath as she bent forward again and inspected the nipple more closely, a thoughtful look on her face.

"I don't see any piercing,” Mana said casually. “Have you ever thought about having your nipples pierced?"

"N-no...” Asuka gasped as the other girl grasped the nipple fully and pulled it outward from her chest, stretching the beautiful breast into a cone. Then she used her other hand to roam over every square inch of the soft, firm flesh.

"Now let's check the other one."

And once again the nipple was slightly stretched under the excuse of looking for signs of piercing and, again, the breast was stretched away from Asuka's chest as Mana ran her fingers over the surface. Poking, prodding, evaluating as she this were a cut of meat instead of a young girl's breast.

When she was finished, the redhead was sporting two deliciously stiff, dark pink nipples. Mana released her, allowing the breast to bounce back into its original form and then lifted both breasts in her hands again.

"Now these tits belong to me," Mana hissed, kneading the firm breasts tightly, letting her nails dig painfully into the tender flesh and making Asuka whimper. "Just like the rest of you. Your long red hair, your pouty lips, your firm tits, slim waist, and round ass. Your calves, your cheekbones, your red pussy. Now I`ll decide what to do with them. I'm in charge. You're my bitch, and you're going to do everything I want, is that clear?"

One hand moved up and squeezed the nipple harder, seeing it turn a darker red as the tip became engorged with blood. A small moan escaped from the redhead`s lips as Mana twisted the delicate morsel harshly.

Asuka quickly nodded, tears running down her cheeks from both pain and embarrassment.

Mana smiled and ran her fingers down Asuka's sides and then toward each other to meet at the girl's navel. She squatted down so that her eyes were level with the cute indented belly button and then ran a finger slowly around it causing the belly to quiver.

Then she reached lower, patting the red pubic bush. Asuka's face turned crimson in humiliation as her very private parts were lewdly displayed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt fingers grasp one of her labia to stretch it away from her body and then other fingers moved along its entire length.

“Seems like you are a very healthy whore. Good.” Mana then turned to Musashi. “I think we can proceed with the shoot.”

And so it went. The next hour swept in a flash - Asuka was dressed in various revealing costumes and had pictures taken of her, but eventually ended up with her being naked after each one. Again and again they made her strip only to dress her again, like changing outfits on a doll. She did it without thinking or caring, feeling empty inside but determined to not show any emotion that would let her tormentor enjoy this even more.

Luckily for Asuka, she didn't have that much in the way of revealing costumes that pleased Mana. She called most of her dresses crap and was very picky about what she had her wear. The redhead did not bother.

Over the course of the hour she wore her casual the school uniform, a sailor skirt, a black micro miniskirt that came about two inches bellow her ass and a white halter-top, and even Yui`s sheer babydoll nightgown with which she tried to seduce Shinji except that now she wasn`t wearing the thong.

The outfit must have some kind of curse, as even when Asuka wore it for Shinji that first time things didn`t turn out the way she wanted. This time, in the middle of modeling it, Musashi decided he just could not take anymore of the perverted display and masturbated himself, pushing his cock to Asuka's face so that it almost touched the bridge of her nose as he furiously wanked his stiff member. He splashed his load all over her face in mere moments, and took a few more pictures of her in the nightie afterwards, making her grin and smile with his thick cum dripping off of her features.

After she was stripped and cleaned there was only one dress left: her yellow sundress. And it was this that she was standing in right now, posing for Musashi in the middle of the room while Mana and Yui watched. She was also wearing her blue chocker, but, of course, she wasn't wearing any bra or panties..

“Okay, hands on your hips,” Musashi instructed. “Now smile.”

Asuka did and smiled half-heartedly at the camera. Click.

"Sideways. Good girl." Click.

"Hands on your knees, bend over a bit." Click.

"Turn around, hands on your knees. That's it." Click

"Legs a little bit wider. That's it, nee-chan!" Click

She was in a world of her own now, oblivious to everything but what she was being told to do. It made things easier to endure. She pouted, and primped, and smiled, and played the perfect darling for the perverted photographer.

“Show us your boobs, nee-chan,” Musashi ordered aiming the digital camera at her once again.

Asuka absently brushed off each of the thin yellow straps, letting them slide from her shoulders and down her arms, feeling the soft fabric rub against her erect nipples as it fell, spilling her breasts free of their containment. Her palms were covering her globes, hiding the naked treasures from their view. Temporarily.

“Remove your palms.”

Asuka obediently moved her hands away from her firm, tear-drop shaped breasts. Her pink nipples, pointed, surrounded by the dark areola, her skin around it an alabaster white. Redheads always had pale complexions, susceptible to the suns burning rays.

“Touch your nipples with your fingertips, nee-chan.”

Her hand moved up and she felt her nipples harden as soon as she touched them. Her fingers played with the hardened buds, running her sharp fingernails over the tips, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she did. Having spent so much time with Musashi, pain and pleasure had become inseparable in Asuka`s mind. Now she almost always received a masochistic thrill from sexual pain, often pinching her nipples harder then she should have.

For a while Musashi watched her playing with her nipples, her eyes slightly closed, caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He could see her hips gently rolling, imagining how wet she was.

“Wet your fingers and play with your nipples.” His cock jerked as two fingers pushed into Asuka's mouth, her wet tongue running over them as she opened her crystal-blue eyes and looked seductively straight at him. It was clear that she was teasing him on her own, perhaps imagining it was his cock in her mouth instead of her fingers.

As if to confirm this, Asuka started to make loud suction noises. Finally she pushed her fingers out with a loud plop and moved them down, lightly touching her nipples, the wet fingers sending a shiver through her body. She teased the tip with her fingernail, running the sharp point over it before running it around her areola, tiny goose bumps appearing as they scarped pleasurably over it.

“Lift your skirt up. Show everyone what hairy red pussy cat you hide in there.“

Asuka blindly followed his voice, lifting her skirt up, showing to the cold eye of the camera that her pubic hair was just like the hair on her head, a bright red.

She looked at him. His eyes were not on her face but staring intently at what was between her legs, taking occasional shots. It was so embarrassing to stand while he openly ogled her, while taking pictures yet at the same time it was exciting. On the other hand the silent stares from Mana and Yui sent shivers down her spine.

Asuka`s hands clenched at her sides, waiting for further instructions.

“Hold your pussy lips back. Let us see the pink of your pussy. And spread your legs open wide.”

Her legs parted, spreading wide. With one hand she gathered the skirt to keep it up, while another hand moved to her front, running over her pussy, not doing as he said yet just lightly touching her mound.

Just like the long red hair on her head, her pubic hair was silky smooth. Her fingers pushed between the fine hairs and grabbed her pussy lips ever so gently, peeling them back, feeling the cool air of the room running over her wet twat, doing so until she could feel a slight twinge of pain. Exposed, her own fingers spreading her most intimate place for his inspection, her face turned crimson in humiliation. And yet it was all oddly pleasant.

Musashi smiled. “Those wet pink insides look so lovely framed by that beautiful red bush of yours, nee-chan.”

“T-thank you.” Asuka gave him an embarrassed smile in return.

“Ugh!” Mana snorted before the moment could develop into anything more. “Enough of your flirting you two. Bitch, come here and stand in front of me.”

Asuka quickly came to stand in front of Mana, who took a hold of her sundress skirt and pulled it up, higher and higher until it reached Asuka's mouth.

“Hold it with your teeth. Hand's behind your head.”

By now Asuka was on automatic. She opened her mouth and held the cloth between teeth as Mana's hand slipped down the flat plane of her stomach and tangled her fingers in her red bush. She used her fingers to play with the silky strands, twisting and pulling them. She felt some of the hairs tearing out, tiny yelps escaping from Asuka`s mouth at the unexpected pain. Mana then grabbed her sex mound with her whole hand, gripping her like she it was a ball.

When Asuka bucked her hips backward to escape the groping hand, Mana only tightened her grip on her pubic hair drawing her closer and pulling more of the red pubes out. After doing this a few times, watching the tears run down Asuka`s flushed cheeks, she released her hand, holding it palm up. “Bend down bitch.”

Asuka bend her body into half, her vision blurry as she noticed here were quite a few red curly hair scattered on younger teen's palm. Smiling Mana lifted her palm until it was right in front of Asuka`s face. She held it there for a few seconds, her green eyes staring at the blue ones over the red pubes she was holding.

Then Mana rubbed her hand all over Asuka's face, smearing the freshly-plucked pubes on her nose, upper lip and cheeks. They stuck disgustingly in place thanks to the dried tears and sweat, remaining behind like some perverted ornament. Asuka could only frown, the corners of her eyes sagging as a sign that more tears were on the way.

She cast a dejected glance at Musashi, feeling like she was almost begging for his help though she knew it was a useless.

“The bush looks even better this way,” Mana laughed, before turning herself to Yui. “But we are out of the outfits, aunt Yui. This whore has such disgusting taste in clothes that any street ho would be ashamed.”

Yui looked at her, sipping a glass of juice that she had somehow got for herself while the teenagers were busy playing. “How about a swimsuit?”

Mana made a disgusted face. “Eh, that ugly two-piece thing with a zipper and red-white stripes? Only her green dress with the big ribbon looked more atrocious! It's not sexy at all!”

“No, I had in mind one of mine. I think it would suit the little slut pretty well,” Yui answered, looking at Asuka's sweaty face.

The teen could not look back and dropped her head, biting her lips as if she were about to start bawling at any moment. Asuka was a grown girl, and she could deal with a lot. And in fact she had. But the accumulating weight of insults and humiliation was hitting much too deeply. She had never felt so low even though low was the only way she felt lately.

“That's great, aunt Yui. But we still need to get this bitch out to shop. She is desperately lacking good clothing!”

“Don't worry, honey. I am free this weekend. I think we can make something out of it.” Yui lifted herself off the strawy chair and headed towards the door that connected her room and Gendo's.

Mana moved to the strawy chair then she turned to Asuka and said, “Take off that dress and crawl over here.”

Asuka stared for a few seconds at the younger girl, as if she could make Mana's head explode with her hate-filled glare, but she still obeyed. She removing her yellow sundress and was completely and helplessly naked again except for the blue choker and red hair clips. She got down on all fours, her breasts swaying a little beneath her, and moved towards Mana.

“Not walk on all fours,” the other girl bellowed angrily. “Crawl, you half-witted cunt! On your stomach!”

Asuka lowered her legs and arms and started crawling like a worm, feeling her stomach and her breasts grind against the carpeted floor painfully as she went. Finally she brought her head to within inches of Mana`s bare feet, her forehead almost touching the floor.

Mana laughed and placed her feet on Asuka's head. “Ok, bitch, time to put that long tongue of yours to work.” She lifted her feet and stood proudly before bending over Asuka, her hands planted on her hips. “You would like that, right?”

Asuka bit her lip. She would hate that, of course, but as Mana's toe started poking her side, she had to give the expected answer even if it was not the truth. In a defeated tone, she muttered, “I w-would.”

“I'm sure you would. Take my shorts off.”

Mana watched with disdain as Asuka got to her knees and began unsnapping her jeans shorts, pulling them down, and revealing tight young hips, smooth legs and a firm ass hidden under a pair of white cotton panties that looked very worn and sweat stained. Because the jeans were pressed so tightly against her body, the panties also slipped slightly down as the shorts were pulled and now were hanging midway down her hips, showing the beginning of her dark bush.

“Go on, red, push them all the way down,” Mana encouraged Asuka, who hesitantly tugged the garments down her long legs. It was so tight that it was hard to even take off and when she finally was able to do that Mana stopped her before she could get rid of her dirty panties. “Give me those.”

Confused, Asuka gave the panties to Mana. She sat down in the chair, naked from waist down. “Don't flatter yourself. This,” she held up her panties “Is not because I got horny watching the old sluttish you. I simply didn't change them after my PE class. Now close your eyes.”

Asuka looked hesitantly at her sworn enemy. “Please, don't d-“

“Now!” Mana yelled grabbing Asuka by her hair.

Asuka gulped down all the words that she wanted to say and closed her eyes. It was better not to anger this sadistic bitch after all.

Soon she felt something wet being pushed down on her head, slowly sliding down until it covered most of her face. Asuka opened her eyes in shock, just to realize she was now wearing Mana's used panties on her face like a grotesque mask. The crotch pressed tightly against her nose, making it impossible not to smell the other girl's soil, sweat and musk, while the waistband closed snuggly around her chin. Her crystal blue eyes peered out in disgust through both leg holes.

“Mmm, looks really good. Fitting for a dirty slut like you.”

Asuka tried not to breath through her nose as the smell was hard to bear, but when she had to open her lips to breath got a hint of the salty taste of Mana's sweat and arousal.

Mana smiled, watching how the thin fabric rose and sank around redhead's lips as she breathed, and very amused at the perverted scene of the older teen with her sweaty panties over her head, kneeling at her feet.

“Well then, get to work.” Mana motioned for Asuka to find her place between her legs, which she lifted high and let them slip out wide against each armrest of the chair, lewdly exposing all of her intimate self to Asuka's teary eyes that stared at her through the legholes of her panties.

Asuka reached in and when she was right before Mana`s pink pussy lifted her hands, trying to roll back the panties so that at least she could use her mouth, but Mana`s fingers pulled the panties back down.

“Do it through the fabric. I will tell you when I want direct contact.” Without wasting her time, Mana's hands grabbed sides of Asuka's head and pushed her closer.

Asuka pressed her cotton-covered face against Mana. Her wet tongue drilled all the way up her belly, making the other girl's thighs tense and her breath hitch as she could feel every movement of the muscle even through the fabric. She only managed a few full-length strokes before Mana grabbed the sides of her head and pushed her down to her pubic bush.

Even though she avoided direct licking, the taste of sweat and juices was no better. She had to stop a few times to calm her breathing as she gagged, threatening to throw up.

Mana held Asuka`s head with both hands, enjoying the slow titillation between her sensual pussy lips, feeling the wet fabric pushing against her as the wriggling tongue stretched it. Her knees were almost up to her ears by now, leaving her totally exposed.

Holding the white buttocks in her hands, Asuka flattened her tongue and let it slide wetly up and down rubbing the fabric against the full length of the gaping slit, all the way from the rosebud of her netherhole up to the clit, swirling her tongue a little at both ends in between. The taste was horrible. The panties were soaked from the inside by the sweat and her own saliva, and from an outside by the pussy juices, leaving a terrible taste in her mouth.

Finally, Mana, reached down and rolled the waistband of her white panties covering Asuka`s chin a bit higher, just below the redhead`s nose, thus exposing her mouth. “Now lick.”

Asuka applied her freed tongue pressure up and down, Mana`s thighs and buttocks trembling and jerking under her palms as the sensitive spots were attacked this time without the cotton barrier. Tits rising and falling with the rasping breaths of passion above her. Lustful sighs and gasps ringing in her ears…

Mana was sprawled like a dead octopus all over the deep recliner, her legs spread wide and heavily on each armrest. Her body now bucked gently and lazily to the rhythm of Asuka's ministrations, its shudders and small jerks coming and going.

Her hands wandered all over; from grasping aimlessly over the cushion of the armrests to kneading her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. At one point, after a special flick of the tongue, she just couldn't help but grabbing that bobbing head and mash the face deep into her pussy.

The tongue swirled, focusing on the spot around the urethra, then directly at the shaft of her clit, making short sweeps up into the grooves at each side of that critical spot, massaging intensely, then returning to deep, digging licks in the depths of her folds again. Mana drew her breath and tightened her fists around the red locks of hair that were sticking out through the panties' leg holes.

The redhead responded by flicking her tongue in a few powerful strokes directly over the top of the clit, right under the hood, and getting Mana to groan. The tongue was really reaching her deep, poking and massaging her wet insides. Asuka Langley Sohryu was definitely a talented slut.

Mana`s hips started bucking wildly against Asuka's mouth as she felt the first spurt of cum juice shoot into the teen`s mouth with such force that it almost stole the redhead`s breath away.

The grip in Asuka`s hair tightened so brutally that it started to feel like her head would be torn off. And the thighs, locked like clamps around her panty-covered head, prevented any attempt to ease some of the agonizing pain as new squirts of hot pussy juice almost filled her mouth completely. Mana held her in this cramped position in an endless moment, her body shaking, her head rolling and some guttural sounds squeezing their way out between tightly clenched teeth.

Suddenly the pussy on her face made a particularly violent upward bounce that hit the tip of her nose, visible through panties as they had ridden further up, and blocked her attempts to get some air as at the same time Asuka`s mouth was overfilled with more squirts of cum juice.

Asuka managed to gulp down the most of it somehow, but some of the sticky liquid with a strong smell still leaked out past her lips and spill down her cheeks.

In her post-orgasm haze, Mana laid spread-eagled all over the chair, her belly and clothed breasts swaying heavily with her hoarse breathing. She looked down at Asuka, meeting her crystal blue eyes through her furry, red pubic bush.

And then applause rang from the side of the room. Mana turned her head to find Yui standing there with a broad smile on her lips.

“Wow, quite a performance you two put on.” Shinji's mother walked over to Asuka and dropped a very tiny scrap of clothing next to the kneeling teen. “Get dressed up for your last shoot.”

Then she came to Musashi. There was a bottle of baby oil in her hands. “I think it would look better with this stuff on. Could you help us with that? Seems like Mana-chan will need to take some time to recover.” Yui pointed at Mana, whose look was still drowsy as she was lost in the afterglow. “I'll take the pictures,” she added, taking the camera.

“Sure thing.” Musashi grinned, and turned to Asuka. “You heard her, nee-chan.”

It didn't take long for Asuka to get dressed in Yui's bikini, as there was so little of it to begin with; the tight white bikini was just a couple of three inch triangles and strings on the top, and a narrowly cut thong on the bottom, leaving her naked ass cheeks fully on display, hiding only her asshole. The front of the crotch wasn't much better as above the tiny triangle of cloth a thin line of red pubes could be seen sticking out, just like at each side of it.

The red wisps escaping the edges were clearly visible against the white cloth and skin. The patch of fur on her mons was luxuriant beyond her years, but again her body in general looked much more like it belonged to an adult rather than a teenager. The bikini displayed a lot of naked skin--more than any decent girl would allow, but again, Asuka was no longer a decent girl. She was his plaything, and Mana`s little bitch.

Visibly downcast, Asuka went to the bed and sat down. She dejectedly at Musashi, who was too busy ogling the exposed cheeks of her teenage ass and the too-small triangles barely covering the nipples of her while showing every other part of her firm tear-drop shaped breasts.

Musashi trailed his eyes down her breasts to her slim waist and round hips and from there to that little gap between her legs where the mound of her pussy pushed against the bikini front. He could hardly wait his turn. Her pussy felt so great no matter how often he used it, and he did very often. Yes, she was getting looser and looser as the amount of fucking she received from him and Keita was beyond normal, but she was still very awesome and very tight.

His hungry eyes did things to Asuka as well. Her nipples tightened and extend themselves, tenting the tiny triangular cups of her bikini top, and she could feel the hot pulse in her sheath getting hotter with each second she bathed in his hot stare.

Yui coughed a few times, shaking Musashi out of his trance. He quickly approached Asuka until he was sitting on the bed right next to her, feeling the warmth of her skin.

He grabbed her hand and squirted some of the baby oil on her upturned palm, then began applying her handful of the oil up her slender arms and all the way to her thin neck, feeling her soft velvet throat twitch against his finger tips as he covered it and the blue choker with the cool substance. He smeared it on Asuka's face, washing off sweat, tears and some of the red pubes that still remained stuck to her. He even covered the redhead's ears with it, slowly rubbing his finger behind them.

Asuka lowered her head, giving him better access. Despite herself the pleasant sensation overwhelmed her last remaining defenses and she began gently purring. It felt so good, so tender. The oil was cold but his hands were warm and the control was just bliss. She melted under his fingers and the warmth emanating from her cunt.

The world became bogged down in a fog inside her head. Even the clicking of the camera in Yui's hands faded away. Asuka did not want to think about the other two women in the room, only of Musashi's wonderful touch.

The boy foremost in her mind circled behind her and grunted as he gently picked up the bikini strap tied at the back of her neck so he could work under it, feeling her muscles relax. He continued down her back, slowly brushing at her upper arms, under the bikini strap at he shoulder blades and down to the waist of the tiny thong. Her skin was glistening with the thick coat of oil, highlighting every bump of her shapely figure, pooling at every tiny crevasse.

Then he moved to her left side. "Give me your arm."

Asuka looked at him in wonder and raised her left arm without saying anything. Musashi took it at the wrist and proceeded to ensure that the underside was properly oiled, starting at the wrist and working his way up past the elbow on to her ticklish upper arm and into the armpit area. He could feel her sweat, but it only turned him on, reminding of that recent time they spent having sex all night long, both drenched in sweat and their own cum.

He moved in front on her and did her other arm once that was done told her to lift them both above her head.

Thus Asuka found herself with an her arms held high while his warm fingers applied the oil along her left side and moved along the sensitive boundary area beside the breast, covering the side-swell of her beautiful mound as he snagged the oil coverage up to that bikini cup.

The redhead continued to sink deeper in the fog while surrendering her right side to his ministrations, recalling the image of him lying on top of her—his sweaty hips between her parted legs as the bed creaked loudly beneath them, mixing with the wet sounds of flesh hitting into flesh—and getting more aroused despite the situation, craving more.

But Musashi was working focused on his task, below her arm again, verging on her right breast. It was tingling, begging for more. Asuka closed her eyes and traced the touch of his fingers in her head and unconsciously leaning into his touch, part of her wishing that he would go for it...

He might not have played with her nipples exactly, but he'd gotten the feel a bit of the silky outside surface of both of Asuka's breasts, covering it with slippery oil, sending shivers through the teen. He moved over her ribs and down her right side, stopping at the thong line.

Musashi took another dollop of oil, warmed it in his hands and started smearing it from her shoulders down over the top of her chest.

When his hands started drifting down her chest, Asuka could take no more and went boneless instinctively. She ended up nuzzling her body against him and him cupping her breasts, spreading the oil over and under the tight fabric of her white bikini. She was his; he could have done anything he wanted to her.

He continued tracing the edge of her bikini cups with lotion- slick fingers, from time to time slipping one or two behind it. "Lie back," he directed gruffly.

Asuka was moving before she realized it, laying out on the sheets. She didn't have a choice. Besides, she admitted to herself as Musashi began oiling her belly, she was enjoying it.

She was loosing all control bit by bit, and if the other two spectators weren't sitting there, she probably would be asking him to fuck her already. Hell, she probably would have fucked him at least once by now.

Musashi leaned in and covered the center areas, her chest, her ribs, her stomach and abdomen, sliding his hands all the way around to her sides, blending the coverage towards the two raised bumps of her hipbones. The redhead inhaled deeply and got a nose full of raw, aroused male pheromones. She could smell musk, and she could smell the juices simmering in his crotch as his cock strained on full alert and his cum-filled heavy balls made a large bulge in his shorts.

Her nostrils distended; in that moment, she wanted him so bad that it started to hurt! Then his slick fingers were tracing the undersides of her breasts. She hissed a breath but didn't move as his fingers traveled areas on the lower slope of her breasts.

Shifting to the lower boundary, Musashi covered the required area diligently, and then made a border incursion, running his fingers deep enough under the waistband of the tiny panty to brush the upper edge of her pubic fur. She could feel the fluids inside her vaginal opening boiling.

"Spread your legs," Musashi ordered in a husky voice.

And she watched through lidded eyes as Musashi took possession of her right thigh, oiling the inner surface right up to her twat and the hollow there, where the tendons connected to her pubic bone. Musashi was millimeters from her labia, working at the edges of a bikini front, the crotch of which was already visibly soaked with what could only be Asuka's own fluids.

Soon he was working his magic in the hollow of her left thigh as well, deliberately covering every pore of uncovered flesh right up to her crotch, and then caught her eye as he slid his finger right through the thin gusset of her thong, lifting it up and down over her soaking labia.

Asuka sucked in air, but didn't move. Instead, she wet her lips, her tongue peeking out as it lubricated their inner surface. She knew that the bastard was trying to arouse her, and she could not resist his fingers. She was getting so hot that it seemed like her pussy will melt any second now.

She hated him for having so much power over her, and she loved him for the intense pleasure his power brought. Those evenings before this whole mess that she spent masturbating while thinking about Kaji or secretly about Shinji seemed vague and so pitiable compared to this.

Musashi's finger ignited a flash fire of pleasure within her just by brushing over her nether lips. She was powerless to stop him, nor did she want to. She couldn't speak, but her hand slid down to capture his right forearm in an urgent grip. Slowly, she pushed his fingers behind the triangle of cloth protecting her crotch, making him dip his finger into her hot opening, feeling the oil spread over her tissues and mix with her own juices.

But Musashi did not give in to her silent plea. He yanked his hand free from her grip and from her twat, stood up and announced gruffly, "I want you to roll over so I can do the back side of your legs..."

Asuka rolled over meekly, giving herself to him in silent submission, obediently waiting for whatever his hands wanted to do with her aroused body. She never gave any thought to keeping her knees together.

Musashi started on her left, smoothing the coverage on a delicate ankle and long, slender calf before moving on to the back of her knee, then he worked up the back of her lean thigh all the way to her ass. He didn't stop there, either; deliberately, he took his fill of her round cheek, knowing that though he didn't own the territory the way he used to it was still all his for touching. When he was done enjoying the left cheek, he shifted and repeated the entire procedure on the right.

His cock, a burning pole of flesh, pressed against the back of Asuka's leg while he pushed his finger behind the thin line of cloth that covered the crack between her left and right globes and fingered the tender area around her tightly puckered anus and wet vagina. Asuka was moaning. She wanted him to do something that would finish her but he wouldn't, and they both knew it.

He let go of her oily bottom, kneading the soft flesh for one last warm touch, and stood back to admire his work. With him no longer on top to her, Asuka rolled over onto her back. The sheets beneath her were completely soaked with oil. He was smiling at her.

Damn him! All Asuka wanted right now was to find herself on her back with her legs open wide while he reamed her with that pole in his pants. Just thinking about it extended her agony of desire.

Then she felt the bed sink as a figure shifted besides her. It was a completely naked Mana. She must have taken off the rest of her clothes while Asuka was too busy thinking about her pussy. The green eyes shone with sneer and contempt as Mana let her hands trail down across Asuka`s stomach, up over her firm, youthful breasts, letting her sharp nails dig into the oily flesh. The older teen hissed, but she was so aroused that even that pain felt good, bringing her closer to an orgasm.

“Feels good bitch, now doesn't it? Mind if I rub some of that for my skin as well?” And without waiting for Asuka's answer, Mana straddled her body. She smiled evilly. Her dark piercing eyes seemed to paralyze her with its venomous stare. She wiggled her naked body between redhead`s wide spread thighs and pushed her groin until her hot genitals were pressed firmly against the thin fabric of the bikini and the hint of red bush above the cunt lips that were pressing into the bikini`s crotch.

Leaning forward, Mana fully mounted Asuka and rubbed her body against her in a slow, circular motion, kneading the soft oily flesh beneath. She pushed downward, squashing Asuka`s soft slippery breasts with her chest. Twisting from side to side, she rubbed their nipples together, feeling the redhead`s hard sensitive buds through the material of her white bikini top.

She reached her hand up and around and grabbed the back of the Asuka's hair in her fist, pulling her head back sharply and making the older teen`s mouth open wide. Circling her mouth around Asuka`s lips, Mana slobbered noisily as she licked and lathered the older teen's moist cavity with her tongue. Almost against her will, Asuka felt her tongue wiggle against the wet invader. She found this kiss disgusting but at this point she was too aroused to care. Even when Mana bit on her lover lip, painfully stretching it, all that she could do was grunt.

Mana pushed herself up to concentrate her full attention on Asuka's breasts, slithering her hands behind the tiny, wet triangle`s of white bikini.

Asuka`s thoughts and emotions were in utter turmoil. Mana`s touch felt like a reptile`s, disgusting and cold. Yet, at the same time, she was so turned on already and was getting even more turned on by this psycho. So turned on that she was hardly aware of what was going on around her. She was made helpless by her lust, physically, mentally.

Mana intended to make full use of her in this pliable state. She placed her hands on the back of Asuka's slippery legs and lifted them up. First to her shoulders, then over her head and finally bent the girl completely in half, forcing her legs up until her body couldn't bend any further, her ass upturned in an obscene way. There was no effort to resist, no protests. They had her just were they wanted her.

Yui, who had stayed mostly unnoticed so far, moved right beside them with a rope in her hands and a cold smile on her lips helped Mana move her dizzy charge into a better position on the bed, and started to slowly bind her.

Asuka's wrists were tied together at the bottom of the headboard, then the rope ran up across the back of it and reemerged. Her feet were then tied separately to the top of each side of the headboard as the teen was bent double. Her legs were spread wide, and her pussy and ass were actually pointed towards the ceiling. Only the upper part of her back, shoulders and head were in contact with the mattress. It was a painful and uncomfortable position for Asuka, but no one really seemed to care how she felt about it.

“Wha…” Still dazed and puzzled this new predicament, Asuka threw a questioning gaze at Musashi, who winked at her holding the camera in his slick hands, taking a few more shots. Meanwhile, Mana stood on the bed and stepped forward so that she had both of feet on each side of Asuka's head inside the obscene triangle made by her raised and spread legs while facing the headboard.

“Here comes your favorite dish, bitch,” she muttered, lowering herself on Asuka's face.

But the redhead, sobering up in sudden rush of pride, felt the anger coloring her cheeks and hissed back. “Eat it yourself-mhph!”

Mana did not wait for her to finish. She grabbed a fistful of red hair and pulled the unwilling girl to her pussy, rather enjoying the weak fight she was putting up. She pressed Asuka`s tightly closed mouth to her hairy sex and then used both hands, grinding her pelvis against the angry face. She was smiling and even laughing, rubbing her wet pussy over the cheeks and nose, from her chin to her hairline and side-to-side.

She was wet, very wet, and Asuka`s skin felt sticky and more than ever the redhead felt the urge to throw-up, either from the idea of wearing another girl's cunt juices on her face, or just from the sheer humiliation of being tied and helpless, used as thing for her junior`s pleasure.

Asuka tried not to breath, but even through her running nose and closed mouth she could smell the girl's musky odor. It was rich and thick. And as she opened her mouth to take a breath of air she got a taste of her. Unconsciously she licked her lips and swallowed, grimacing at the taste.

“You know there is nothing you can do,” Mana said. “So start licking like a good slut and if you do a good job I might let you come.”

Asuka was flushed with arousal and anger, and having Mana`s cunt on her lips only added to her complete defeat. She just didn't have any fight left in her.

Mana watched Asuka`s big wet eyes as she opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue and swiped it up one of her damp cuntlips, making her groin twitch. Softly, she touched the flat surface of the younger teen's vulva and needed no further urging to stick her tongue back out and lick the entire length of other lip "Good, that's it. Lick me all over, bottom to top, just like that. Good job, little whore!"

Meanwhile, Musashi continued taking pictures with one hand while he let his other one trail down across Asuka`s exposed ass to her widely-spread upper thighs, then to tickle at her vaginal opening and even tease her sore anus briefly as the girl worked her tongue hard, wiggling it around Mana`s labia.

"That's right, my little cunt-lapper." Mana nodded. "Tell me what you are?" She reached behind her and painfully squeezed Asuka`s erected nipple between her sharp nails.

"I'mph..." Asuka mumbled as she swallowed down the strong tang of Mana's sex, feeling it eating into her tongue and throat. It was hard to speak with a mouth full of pussy, but she managed "...a cunth-fapher."

Mana nodded in approval and she grabbed fistfuls of Asuka`s hair, pulling her face up as she pushed her cunt down, grinding her soaked sex against the teen`s open mouth. Asuka was giving into her completely. Her short-lived pride was gone again, her self-respect in shreds. She sucked her wet cunt willingly.

Then Asuka stiffened her tongue and stabbed it between her swollen labia. She got a mouthful of her juices instantly as she pried apart the soft folds of her sex, flooding her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow it.

Mana closed her eyes, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead despite the cool of the air conditioning. Her hips twitched and rotated, the tendons at the top of her thighs tensing in turn. "Uh-huh, that feels good!" she repeated. "Keep licking me like that, whore!"

The younger teen reached down with both hands now and grabbed her rubbery labia, pulling them up and out to fully expose her stiff little clitoris. When Asuka's tongue passed over it, her whole body jumped and trembled. "Oh! Again, bitch! Lick me right- ah--there! Put your lips around it and suck on it, like it was a tiny little penis that you love to suck."

The room filled with sloppy kissing and slurping sounds as Mana's round butt jumped and wriggled, forcing Asuka to chase the moving target of her swollen clit. The redhead`s skin was hot and crimson and glistened from all of the slick oil on it. Her soaked bikini bra and thong, though pushed aside to reveal her breasts and pussy, were still clinging tightly to her body.

Her lips and chin were shiny with her junior's sweat and secretions. She felt her butt muscles twitch against her chin as the younger teen drew her legs slightly up. Her ankles twisted and her delicate toes clenched and released, her entire lower body urging Asuka's mouth to take her deeper, pressing more and more of her weight to the redhead`s face.

Asuka, lying on the bed with her puffy nipples pointing up though the white bikini top, her clitoris, large and stiff and flushed with blood from the stimulation of rubbing, peeking out through the bikini`s crotch, tied firmly to the bed in an obscene position, could do nothing but take it.

"I'm gonna cum!” Mana gasped and pushed her sex down, grinding with her hips and ass. “Suck it, ugly bitch! Cunt sucker!"

She clenched her thighs around Asuka's cheeks and a fresh flood of hot cum began to pour out of her. The redhead swallowed thickly, tasting it much more strongerly than before, making her tongue curl and her lips pucker. She should have been sickened by it, and perhaps she was, but mostly she felt worn out and used. She was tired and unable to resist anything anymore.

"Good girl,” Mana panted, lifting her cunt from Asuka`s face and smiling at her. “Good little whore. What do you think?"

Asuka had no strength to answer. She just moaned, licking her lips and breathing hard. She almost thought she was going to pass out for a few seconds.

Yet her relief was short lived as Mana only turned around and sat back on her face again, this time facing Asuka`s upturned lower body and bound legs and gaping opening of her pink pussy.

As Mana settled back into face-riding position, Asuka's eyes got wide and she groaned feebly in protest as the other girls butt hole was came to push right against her nose. Despite how exhausted she was, having her nose so close to that bitch's asshole still managed to sparkle some resistance from her. But Mana just slapped her exposed inner thighs few times and hissed. “Don't test my patience.”

This almost instantly calmed the struggling teen down. Mana smiled to the camera as she reached behind her and with sadistic slowness spread her ass cheeks apart, driving her brown pucker even more firmly into Asuka`s nose.

Her knees slid apart and her smooth cunt settled over the redhead's mouth. Only the upper half of the older girl's face was visible, with her nose slotted into the crack. Her eyes widened as her movements blocked her nostrils for a second.

"Now start licking me again, bitch, or you wont get another breath." Mana looked down over her shoulder, smoothing her dark-red hair back. "That's it," she said as Asuka`s chin unwillingly started working again, her crystal blue eyes closed in concentration and quiet smacking sounds began to emerge from beneath her.

As Asuka started to find a rhythm, Mana squirmed back and forth, her belly heaving, feeling the older girl`s warm, wet tongue work, lapping on her pussy, exposing her aroused vulva further.

Mana leaned forward and placed her elbows on each of the upturned ass cheeks, supporting her chin in her hands and smiling playfully at the camera. It was like she was leaning on some piece of furniture. Then she leaned back, allowing Musashi to crouch closer to capture Asuka`s glistering chin as it moved.

But the intoxicating smell of the redhead`s sweet oiled pussy was too much for Musashi, and soon he found himself turning his head to give two gentle kisses on each cheeks, before extending his tongue to flick it against Asuka's exposed clitoris. Her entire body went rigid for a second as she gave a short yelp, muffled by Mana's slippery snatch.

The tanned boy bent his head and attacked the wide-open slit in earnest, licking from her vaginal opening up to her clit in broad, slow strokes, pausing at the top for just a second to suck her oversized clit between his white teeth.

He could see Mana placing her hands on Asuka`s slippery torso, sliding them down over her ribs, and the soaked fabric of the white bikini, to her stiff, dark pink nipples, pulling and tweaking the cherry-sized tips. She was lightly humping herself against Asuka, her back arching and relaxing as she smeared her lubrication all across the older teen`s face.

They still could hear the soft clicking of the camera as Yui, picked up it up and continued Musashi`s work, taking pictures of the wanton scene of the three entangled teenagers.

Arousal had been building since they came upstairs with no opportunity for release, so Asuka was at the brink of orgasm when Musashi seized her clit gently between his teeth. Her neck stretched back, pushing her chin hard into Mana's spread vagina, her flushed, slick chest strained, pushing her puffy nipples into the younger girl`s palms. Asuka was drenched with the bitter fluids from the bridge of her nose to her chin, bathed in the smell of sweat and sex, shamelessly exposed and helpless, but despite this she could not deny the pleasure she was feeling.

She redoubled her oral assault on Mana`s aroused cunt, nibbling at her lips, stretching them and feeling the elastic tissue snap back. She sucked harder on her engorged, oversize clit and trilled her tongue against it and could feel the vaginal muscles contracting against her lips. More and more of her thick, creamy liquid flowed out of the wet cunt and onto her face, into her mouth, drowning her in girl juice. She had trouble of swallowing all of it, especially because she could feel Musashi mauling on her own exposed clit again and again.

Asuka's clitoris was so swollen and dark with blood, straining upwards from her slit that Musashi could swear that he could see it pulsing slightly with her racing heartbeat. Her hands and legs jerked weakly against the bonds, but that was the only response she could muster. But when she felt she was ready to explode, Mana pushed Musashi`s face away. She didn`t want her bitch to come just yet.

The redhead moaned in frustration. Her neck was sore, her tongue was tired, and her lips felt bruised. Couldn`t that damn bitch give her at least some release? She almost sobbed.

However, her ordeal was far from over, as Mana moved forward. It seemed an odd angle. When Asuka stuck out her tongue out to start licking her again it felt funny. That's when it hit her: Mana`s vulva was resting on her chin rather than her mouth. Asuka stopped licking from the shock.

Mana could see it in her blue eyes, and her grin widened. She reached both hands behind herself and spread her buttocks apart, lowering herself down a bit. Her sphincter was resting on Asuka`s mouth. With glee, she said, "Since you thought my asshole was dirty, it's only fair for you to clean it. I know your tongue can get deep so don't hold back."

Of course Asuka hesitated still. She already had done this that on several occasions, but doing it to Mana somehow had a completely different meaning in her head. The hesitation only made Mana angrier. "Stick your tongue in my asshole right now or I'm going to think of something even worse!"

Asuka knew she was right. So, instead of continuing her futile fight for her scattered pride, Asuka squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth. Mana trembled slightly at the first contact of the older teen's mouth on her butt hole. The tongue flattened against her wrinkled, quivering ring and noisily ran up and down over it. It was kind of rough, but soft and somewhat flexible. The most important quality for Asuka was a surprising lack of flavor, though. It had a musky smell around it, but all and all it wasn`t so bad.

Soon Asuka's tongue was running in tight circles all around the rim of the younger girl's asshole, pushing more and more insistently inward, loosening up the tightly crinkled hole, until it was loose enough to taste inside.

Asuka licked a few times, and there was nothing disgusting about it beside the concept so she pushed her tongue forward. Since Mana was relaxed and ready, there was very little resistance as the redhead`s tongue entered her anus. She sighed as it did, and her grin became more of a smile.

No terrible flavor, yet. Asuka got brave enough to lick around inside her anus. She couldn`t tell how far she got, but she could lick around in a circle and in and out a bit without removing her tongue.

The sloppy noice of her mouth were a perfect fit with the clicks coming from the camera Mana dragged her nails across Asuka`s oiled skin, pinching her nipples with her nails. "Mmmm ...that`s good. Your tongue is really good. You have big nipples too," Mana breathed. "Gonna pierce those white tits of yours someday, bitch. Pair of rings would look good there, I think."

Asuka would have sobbed if Mana`s ass had not been covering her face. She still tried to shake her head no. Even her ears were not pierced yet!

"You like that idea?" Mana chuckled. "I knew you would."

"N-Nphh ..." Asuka wailed softly, but it came more as a muffled sound that made no sense.

Then Mana slapped her, taking the redhead by complete surprise.

SLAP! Her palm fell on her left tit hard.

“Don't neglect your duties bitch! I want to feel that tongue wiggling in my butt. Now!” She hit the right tit and Asuka jerked with the flash of pain. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

She slapped the breasts repeatedly, and harder as she continued. She was chuckling breathlessly, grinding her ass, feeling how Asuka hitched with a sharp breath every time she felt Mana`s hand upon her burning flesh. Mana raised her hand and slapped Asuka`s exposed cunt hard, and then again slightly closer to her clit. The juices were spraying all over the place. Then she finally slapped Asuka directly on her clit. She slapped her again, then again, then right on the very tip making the redhead moan desperately.

“You love it, don't you? You are a pain slut. You get off on the pain, don't you? Don't you?” Mana`s voice was getting louder. She reached down and gave Asuka`s breast a good hard squeeze, then let go and slapped her right on the nipple. Then again on the other side, smacking each nipple nice and hard to get them really red.

Her ass rose up and landed again, crushing against Asuka`s face, making a thump when her round flesh rebounded off the redhead`s, just to rerun with even greater force. She was riding the face so hard that the whole bead was squeaking and moaning from her efforts.

“Damn! I said deep in my ass. What a stupid cunt. Musashi, could you pass me that crop over there? Thanks.”

Asuka`s heart pounded against her chest when she heard the words and desperately tried to shove the gagging away and put her tongue back into the orifice it was just in. She wiggled it deeper, deeper, deeper inside, starting to feel a slight bitter taste.

But it seemed like Mana did not appreciate her efforts, and soon the redhead heard the swoosh of the flogger a split second before it impacted against her fully exposed buttocks. Asuka let out a muffled cry of pain, so silent that she could barely hear it herself.

Five additional strokes followed in fluid succession creating agony against her buttocks and exposed sex. Mana cut a devilish smirk at her prey over her shoulder and struck her inner thighs.

Asuka fought every stroke until she realized her wiggling against her bonds did nothing but to increase discomfort and please her tormentors more. Her sobs were lost under the round flesh covering her tear-streaked cheeks and mouth.

Mana took another aim with six well-placed strokes leaving welts from the crop spaced over each buttock. Asuka focused all her pain into her tongue pushing it deep into the warm bowels, feeling the inner walls of Mana`s rectum squeeze hard against the wet intruder.

"Deeper!" Mana ordered as she reached forward and cupped Asuka`s oily breasts. With the tips of the flogger she began working, building Asuka with each stroke. The older teen closed her eyes as she felt it brush against her tormented nipples, each touch more painful than the one before.

Mana swung the crop at the exposed pussy causing the teen to forget about her swollen breasts in an instant. Asuka pushed her tongue deeper, desperately trying to stuff all of it into Mana`s ass, ignoring the foul taste that started to burn her taste buds. It was better not to think about it. She mindless continued to move her tongue around in circles.

Mana now stopped cropping and was using one hand to play with her own breasts. She was biting her lips softly, and her other hand was reaching back, holding Asuka`s hair. That hand slowly moved back to her clitoris. She began to flick it softly with one finger. As she did her sphincter tightened. Asuka`s tongue stayed in, though, and she was forced to think about what she was doing again.

Yui, holding the camera, moved closer. Asuka could see the lense right next to her nose and she could tell that her guardian was recording her tongue going into another girl`s anus.

"My bitch loves eating out her mistress's asshole, doesn't she?" Mana asked.

What else could Asuka do? She answered, "Yeth Mithreth" and somehow managed to restrain herself from gagging and bursting into tears.

Mana moved back a little to let Asuka regain some breath. The redhead automatically pushed her tongue into Mana`s now-offered pussy. She sucked and lapped on it like a person dying from thirst, making as many loud slurping noises as possible. Her tongue was tired, she was humiliated, and she hated the entire situation, but this way she might at least encourage Mana to not put her anus over her mouth again.

"Oh, I forgot how much you love eating cunt!" Mana giggled again. “Eat that cunt, whore! Eat it now, eat it right! Fuck, you're a good bitch! You're my cunt eating bitch!"

Finally, after few minutes of intense humping from Mana, and pussy eating from Asuka, the younger teen lifted her ass and pussy off Asuka's face and stood besides the bed. Her globes were shiny from the oil that rubbed onto it, perspiration, saliva, and love juices.

“Good job, slut. You should work with such enthusiasm without my encouragement though.” Mana walked away and reached for something, then padded back to Asuka and held the object up as if she were expecting the girl's approval. “Now this thing will make you a really happy bitch.”

It was a huge, black rubber strap-on dildo. Longer and much thicker than Musashi`s penis, which was the largest of the three cocks Asuka had in her snatch so far. It was sculpted along its entire length with some very realistic veins. One end of was fashioned into the exaggerated likeness of the head of a male penis, and to accentuate its male qualities there swung freely below the base a massive pair of solid rubber balls.

The monstrous phallus was firmly rooted to a broad leather panel. On the reverse side was mounted a shorter dildo, pointing in the opposite direction for the benefit of the wearer. Finally, there hung from the panel a web of tough leather straps and buckles that bore testimony to the heavy strain that would be placed upon the device.

Asuka felt an urge of utter despair as she watched Mana step into the leather harness and pulle it quickly up her long legs. There was no way something this huge would fit her tight opening. It was simply impossible. She stared in disgusted fascination as Mana eased the smaller dildo up into her own pussy. It took several minutes to fasten the straps together, but at last the larger of the two dildos was poised and ready for action, thrusting obscenely outward from Mana's groin.

Returning to her position between the terrified girl's thighs, the younger girl knelt down carefully between Asuka`s roped legs. There was a pause, and then the redhead felt something hard push against the lips of her pussy.

Mana looked over her shoulder at Asuka`s face with a wide, crazy grin. Her cheeks were flushed and shiny with sweat and Mana's cunt juices. Her hair was tangled and wet, dark at the roots and plastered to her forehead in damp strands. Her eyes were opened as she cried soundlessly. Tears tracked either side of her face, running into her ears and down to wet the bed sheets below.

Mana swiped the head of her rubber cock up the redhead`s sopping slit. She shuddered with fear and moaned when it rubbed over her clit. Mana rested the length of her rubber penis on Asuka`s abdomen, almost feeling her hot, damp skin against its underside. The root was pressed against the top of her mound and in a moment, it would be that deep inside her.

Using one hand to align the rubber head at the opening, Mana pushed forward. Asuka was so wet that the head slipped almost entirely inside, rushing into amazing silky heat before encountering resistance as ring of muscle tightened convulsively around the tip of the giant cock.

“C-come on,” Asuka's voice trembled, as she tried to convince her junior. Her eyes were round with fear as she looked at Mana`s tensed buttocks while she pushed the monstrous rubber penis at her most intimate entrance. “S-stop joking! It won't fit! It's too fucking big!!”

Mana said nothing. She just grabbed Asuka`s hips and trusted.

Despite her copious lubrication it was almost like pushing against a wall. But the wall slowly gave and Mana slid bit by bit into the teen`s inner heat, stretching her. Asuka's eyes bugged out as she felt and saw herself opened and stuffed so full like never before. Her mouth stretched wide and a frightening sound escaped her throat.

It started as a low groan, almost a growl, then rose in both volume and pitch to a piercing shriek over the fifteen seconds it took to bury the rubber cock fully into her teen vagina. She came alive in a fury of movement, thrashing beneath Mana, trying to crawl away from the terrible invasion of her body. But the bonds held her firmly in place.

"Take it OUT!” Asuka screamed wildly as the bulbous tip of the huge dildo thrust deeply up and into her belly, lodging firmly in her cervix. “It hurts! Ngh! Oh, God, oh God! Fuuuuck! Aaaargh!"

Her gyrations only increased Mana`s pleasure as her incredibly tight vaginal muscles rippled and clamped down on the penis, sending them to the younger girl`s snatch as well. She pressed her pelvis against hers, holding it there for a second. Then she eased the pressure and slowly, very slowly withdrew the rubber cock.

Asuka stopped screaming as she felt the invader leaving her, watching in fascinated horror as the penis, now shiny with her juices, reappeared from between her legs, spreading her cunt lips way beyond their normal limits. They were stretched tight and thin around it, her clitoris pulled hard against the shaft.

As Mana withdrew Asuka trailed off into wordless whimpering. She tossed her head back and forth, tears streaming from her eyes. Experimentally Mana flexed her groin, making the cockhead press against her tortured clit. This brought a sharp gasp and a soft moan from the girl.

"Please," she begged hoarsely, "please take it out. It's too big … you're tearing me apart. Please."

“Oh, don't be such stuck-up bitch. You'll be fine. Whores are whores because they can spread a lot. You can't be a true whore with such tight cunt. I'll be sure to fix that. Eventually you will be taking my fist in there as if it was nothing.”

But Asuka would have none of it. Though it was useless, she began to struggle. "No! Fuck! No! Aaah!"

Mana pushed back in, wrenching that incredible groan-to-a-shriek from Asuka`s throat again. Her vaginal muscles spasmed and squeezed the gigantic cock in a grip of iron. No fucking ever felt as painful as this. She really was being spread apart! This time Mana eased back almost immediately and again Asuka's scream diminished to a whimper.

“Shut that pig up,” Mana told Musashi, who had a strange look of pity on his face. “Her squeals are getting on my nerves.”

Mana pushed the enormous tool into her tight vaginal channel drawing another scream, but this time Musashi grabbed Asuka's face and pushed something between her open lips. It tasted like rubber. She tried to push it out with her tongue but the boy was quicker attaching the ball-gag straps behind her head. Though there were holes for breathing, Asuka could not get any out any sound louder than muffled whimpers.

Mana ignored her, grinding out the rubber cock and then slamming it back into the naked teen. It went in more easily this time, though Asuka`s vagina was still painfully tight. The redhead groaned again as Mana penetrated her deeply, but there was no more screaming.

Asuka was in agony, she felt the rubber intruder withdraw once again before hammering down into her again. With her thumb Mana pressed her stretched clitoris against the rubber shaft. Asuka's sweat-and-oil-drenched body stiffened, as she began mashing the slick abused oversized button from side to side, feeling jolts of pleasure from the rough manipulation. Even while being tortured like this, with this huge rubber dick stuffed inside, she was still able to feel pleasure.

Her mind was numb as the younger girl gripped her firmly by the hips and settled into a steady rhythm of long plunging strokes. Below the gleaming, pistoning rubber prick, the huge rubber balls slapped rhythmically and very loudly against the teen`s naked skin.

Yet Mana always changed to short little thrusts whenever she felt Asuka was about to come. It was driving the redhead crazy. Her cunt made little squishing sounds as Mana shoved and withdrew the enormous penis, squeezing her juice out around the shaft. Asuka's face relaxed a little as she began to get accustomed to the feeling of penetration—or at least numb to it—and grunted softly with each short thrust.

Drops of sweat fell from Mana`s face to splash on Asuka's, mingling with her own sheen of perspiration. Asuka`s mound was covered in gooey smears of their mingled juices, her red pubic bush, the bigger part of which still hidden by the wet bikini, was soaked and matted with it. There was a light pink tinge to the streaks on the rubber shaft - even with her hymen long gone, Asuka`s tissues were still delicate, specially if they were torn apart by such a monstrous phallus.

It took a few minutes for Mana to start thrusting hard again. Asuka`s widely spread thighs tightened rhythmically. She grunted softly as the younger girl drove into her faster, grinding her crotch in tight circles against her mound and her abused clit. The liquid, squishing sounds of their intercourse filled the room. Soon, however, Asuka's overstuffed cunt was burning in the delightful torture. Even when it felt like the rubber penis was tearing her apart, her pussy was still seeking for its release.

Asuka watched Mana`s buttocks clench and relax whenever she pumped the massive dildo into her abused cunt, stretching her wider and wider. Yui kneeled right next to her exposed bottom, taking a few close shots of how the gigantic dildo pushed in and out of her pussy. She even used her fingers to part the cunt-lips even more than they already were.

Meanwhile, Musashi leaned in and fastened his mouth to Asuka's nipple. Biting it sharply, he lashed it with his tongue before drawing the nipple deeply into his mouth. Asuka gasped in pain, whimpering and sobbing loudly as the boy's cheeks hollowed. His head pulled sharply back stretching the breast into a cone, then bobbed up and down in time with the rhythm of his urgent suckling.

Asuka squealed and cried against the ball gag as Musashi nursed on her tits. Rapidly switching from nipple to nipple, the tanned boy's sucking and Mana`s fucking was now accompanied by a growing succession of bestial grunts and gasps and camera clicks. Asuka continued to struggle and sob, tears flowed freely down her cheeks. For several agonizing minutes, this savage scene continued.

The soles of Mana's feet skidded on the sweat and oil stained sheets as she tried to exert some extra leverage. Her thigh muscles flexed and quivered as she rode the whimpering redhead. Hot sweat ran in steamy rivers down her naked back and dripped off her jerking buttocks. Her animal passion mounting, she rutted towards her imminent orgasm, not caring if she split Asuka apart in the process. Her nails dug deep into Asuka`s buttocks drawing out some blood, as her nails scratched through tender skin of the redhead`s rear, leaving thin red lines behind.

Mana grunted loudly as she quickened her frenzied humping. Her body spasming, she clenched her teeth with a bestial growl. As she shuddered, feeling her orgasm hit her. Her spasms made the dildo tremble buried deep inside Asuka`s body, triggering forcing her to come as well.

After what seemed to Asuka an eternity of pain and pleasure, Mana pushed herself upright, pulling out the warm sticky dildo with a wet sucking sound. As if through a thick haze, the redhead watched blankly how a thin trail of her own cum ran down her stomach. It was sickeningly warm.

Mana used the back of her hand to wipe away the sweat that dripped down her forehead and into her eyes. "You are a pretty good...fuck," she panted, "for a whore."

Asuka just lay still and sobbed. Even though she just came, she didn't feel good at all; she felt very dirty and ashamed. Mana ignored her agonized expression and tears and moved away from her abused body. Yui continued to take pictures of her limp, almost lifeless form and her widely stretched cunt, which now gaped open like a wide angry mouth between her legs. Musashi moved to her bound limps and began untying the ropes.

Her bottom landed onto the wet sheets with a thump.

As soon as her arms were set free, Asuka rolled onto her side and curled up into a fetal position. Her bare, abused red cuntlips peeked out below her thighs. Her entire lower torso was smeared with a sticky, pale froth of cunt juice, sweat and oil. Even with her legs together, her labia gaped open obscenely. Another glob of girl cum dribbled out of the dark red interior, making her sick to the pit of her stomach as it oozed slowly from her ravaged vagina.

Yui reached down to her sticky face, taking out the ball gag and gently kissing her sweaty forehead, whispering, “That's my girl.” Then Musashi came and took her in his arms. He held her, actually held her like they were lovers, warmly and softly, and Asuka instinctively nuzzled against him, all the pain and misery eased by his touch.

She slowly drifted away. She heard Mana telling Yui that she should not forget to take them shopping, and Musashi suggesting that they should take Rei along too, but she didn't care. It was not important anymore.