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The next few days were a blur of rape and torture that Nanaka was incapable of processing. She mostly remembered Hazuki. Sweet Hazuki whom she had only met a few months ago. Hazuki who had tempted her into a daring relationship behind the back of a dangerous woman. Hazuki who had been her pleasure toy. Hazuki who had said that she had loved her. And Hazuki who had, with love in her eyes, forced Nanaka’s head down onto Konoha’s cock until it felt like her throat would break. Hazuki who had… Had…
Nanaka returned to awareness with a start. Hazuki’s eyes were burned into her memory, although all she could see right now was a wall. Her other senses began to come back to her. She heard moaning and a voice begging to be fucked. Then the sensation of being stretched around a cock hit her and she realized the moan and voice were her own. She tried to cover her mouth her hands in shock but found them held in a rock-solid grip.
“Oh, have you decided to join us oujo-chan,” Konoha’s voice rang from behind her, “It was almost getting kind of boring having no resistance. The lifeless look in your eyes was rather boring. That said,” Konoha pushed Nanaka further into the wall eliciting a squeal from the slightly shorter girl, “You have been much more amicable to whatever we wanted to do. I’m surprised you’re such a slut for anal, although I suppose it makes sense considering how much you always act like there’s a stick up your ass.”
Nanaka hadn’t yet found the ability to speak, however she did feel the incredible pleasure coming from Konoha’s cock splitting her ass open. Hazuki had been plenty willing to perform oral sex, but she had never gotten around to going this far. It was really, really good. Konoha’s cock felt like it was barely able to fit inside her tight rear, and the pressure being exerted on her from within was exquisite.
“Fff…. Fuuuck,” was all Nanaka was able to say as Konoha slammed fully into her from behind, her face flattened against the wall, her back curved as she was pushed into a position that allowed Konoha to completely stuff her.
She came before she had even fully regained her awareness. The pressure was so intense, and as her mind became more aware, it got better and better. She felt the way her breasts were pushed up against the wall, the concrete roughly stimulating her nipples, she felt the warmth in her pussy, no doubt filled with virile semen, and she felt the extreme length of her captor forcing her rectum open wide as she pushed in, conquering another one of Nanaka’s holes.
“Well that was fast,” Konoha said, thrusting almost in disappointment and occasionally spanking Nanaka. “I had KonohaCoins on you being a little more confrontational when you came to.” She continued at a slower pace grunting occasionally, “But look at you going all slut on me. It seems there’s a new town bicycle.”
“I’m not… I,” Nanaka tried to articulate. But the warmth coming from her loins really prevented her from protesting. Looking down there was a puddle of her fluids on the ground beneath her.
Konoha withdrew from her, grabbed her by the shoulder and pressed her up against the wall. Just a few inches away from Nanaka’s face she whispered, “I bet I can make you cum on my cock again. It’ll take just a few minutes and I’ll have you begging for more. Do you want that. Or maybe you can’t take any more. Maybe you’ve been stretched out and your insides are screaming for a break. Do you want a break?”
Nanaka looked back and forth rapidly, trying to escape the lustful gaze of her captor. The hand around her neck squeezed as she was forced to make eye contact with Konoha, “You can take a break oujo-chan. You just have to ask nicely. You can do that, right?”
Nanaka tried to nod.
“But then again,” Konoha continued, using her hand to press her cock against Nanaka’s well fucked entrance, “maybe you’ll be happier getting fucked. I know Hazuki likes watching this. Say hello to the camera now.”
Konoha lifted Nanaka up by her neck, and dropped her back onto her cock, sheathing herself completely. Nanaka’s scream of shock and pleasure got a smile out of her as she began to thrust. Pinning the purple haired meguca to the wall, Konoha thrust viciously into her warm snatch, hot, squelching noises coming from where they coupled.
Nanaka’s eyes rolled slightly into her head as she tried to focus. She would not succumb to the insanity again. But she also knew she couldn’t possible fight this. She saw the camera in the corner of the room as her head hung back, her muscles too confused to hold it upright.
“Wh… why Hazuki,” she managed to get out as she was jostled around by Konoha’s thrusts. Her breasts bounced freely, cum and spit in various states of dryness running down her entire front. Her hair was plastered in sweat and more cum, and her face was a mess of tears, days old make-up, and various bodily fluids.
She thought she heard Hazuki talking telepathically, but Nanaka couldn’t really be sure. Her brain bounced inside her head with the way the head of Konoha’s cock pounded into her cervix, disrupting her vision and causing her to gasp.
Trying to focus her mind Nanaka concentrated through the pleasure. She only had a vague idea of what had happened; why Hazuki had betrayed her. So, she had seduced Hazuk-
Her thoughts were cut off by an increase in Konoha’s pace. She was lifted away from the wall as Konoha bounced her up and down in the air. “I’m gonna breed you again, little flower heiress.”
Nanaka tried to protest as Konoha placed her on the floor pushing her legs to the side as she pressed as deep into her as possible. She was being bred by an orphan. She was going to be the mother to children with no status. She would be the toy for a house of orphans for the rest of her life. Would her team ever try to find her? Or would they forget about her? Only Akira-chan liked her, although the rest did seem to enjoy being fucked by her. But if she were to disappear forever, would they care?
Legs up close to her head, Nanaka grabbed them leaning back into the floor to allow Konoha deeper penetration. She was going to cum soon, and she had no doubt Konoha would pump more seed into her womb when she did. Still, she attempted to get her to thrust deeper. Her body’s reaction was too strong for her broken will to compete with. She saw stars as she felt Konoha’s cock swell within her.
“Please, please, please,” She begged, her mind once again being lost to the pleasure. “Please make me cum Sh-Shizumi-s-san.”
Her eyes fluttered as she saw Konoha press further into her. Their breasts touched and Nanaka attempted to catch Konoha’s mouth in a kiss before stopping herself. She wasn’t that far gone yet. And she would fight it every step of the way. Although she was far gone enough to be using her legs to pull Konoha deeper inside her. Her vagina squelched which each heavy thrust, countless loads all mixing inside her, the warmth radiating from her core chipping away at her sanity.
Nanaka reached her arms up to pull Konoha closer, ignoring the chuckle from above as she pushed her hips up to meet the older girls savage thrusts. She squeezed down harder on Konoha as she rapidly approached another peak.
“You’re a perfect breeding bitch oujo-san,” Konoha growled, cock swelling within her.
“I… I am,” Nanaka pitifully conceded.
Konoha withdrew her cock, looking down at her captive.
Nanaka too looked down to where Konoha’s cock dangled tantalizingly close to her creampied entrance. She could see the dried cum all over her body, both hers and her rapists’. She saw scratch-marks all over her breasts and stomach and saw bruising on her ass. She could see cum leaking out of her rear entrance, too, the feeling a wonderful warmth. How many times had she cum due to Konoha’s violent acts?
“Please,” she said simply.
“Please,” Konoha said mockingly as she hilted herself within Nanaka again, the slap of their flesh colliding echoing throughout the room.
Konoha reached down to give Nanaka’s clit a small touch. That was all it took for Nanaka to go over the edge, screeching as she clamped down on the spasming cock stretching out her insides. She heard Konoha grunt as she pressed their bodies together and emptied yet another load deep into her captive. The warmth spread throughout her body as she felt more cum seep out from within her.
“Oh god, oh god, ahh, I…” Nanaka babbled as her senses were overloaded.
However, she quickly found herself brought back to reality as her face was slapped by Konoha’s magically enhanced cock.
“Clean up well, and I’ll let you out of the basement.”
Nanaka nodded, one hand going to grab Konoha’s cock, the other going to between her own legs. Her folds were soaked in her arousal and countless loads of cum, and her clit was fizzing from overstimulation. Konoha’s cock was also covered in cum and Nanaka had to fight herself eagerly licking at it. The thick seed had an almost addictive quality to it that her body seemed to crave despite her mind’s protests.
She gripped the warm rod in her hand, pulling back and forth over it, watching it twitch from her ministrations. She leaned in to give it a chaste kiss on the tip, moaning at the taste. Moving her hand to brush her hair out of the way, she felt Konoha’s soft hand push it for her, holding it lightly in her hand. A surprisingly gentle touch from such a vicious woman. Nanaka looked up at her to see eyes far less menacing than she had expected. Maybe… maybe this wasn’t so bad. After all, the cum tasted amazing and the way she was able to easily curl her fingers within herself as it was absorbed within her was proof she was enjoying herself. But even with all of that pleasure, Nanaka found herself unable to completely give. She had thought her will broken, but perhaps she could still make it out of this. All she had to do was play the role of mindbroken cocksleeve and she could escape.
She blinked and found her face buried in Konoha’s cunt. Maybe it wouldn’t be an act.
The heady smell of sweat and semen and Konoha’s arousal was overwhelming as she pressed herself fully in between Konoha’s legs. Her heavy cock rested on Nanaka head, dripping cum onto her face. Nanaka’s tongue fully extended out of her mouth to provide long slurps up and down Konoha’s slit. She could taste the arousal as she flattened her tongue out to go up and down. She let out an unconscious moan at the taste. She wanted more. The incredible taste ignited sensations within her own body that left her confused. In response, all she could do was press another finger within herself and attempt to bounce on her own hand, seeking quick release.
Nanaka used her free hand to spread Konoha’s labia, allowing her to fully stroke the delicious inside. Savoring Konoha’s taste, she pointed her tongue as to be able to go deeper inside. Her tongue prodded further into Konoha’s entrance, attempting to please the woman above her. Above her she heard Konoha sigh and start to gently stroke her cock. Drool dribbled out of the corner of her mouth as she clumsily thrust her tongue in and out of her captor. She had very little experience at doing anything more than fucking other women. That was always enough. Pleasuring Konoha’s female parts was significantly harder than just sucking her rod. It was almost more shameful to know she was almost certainly doing a lousy job than it was to be brutally fucked.
For several minutes Nanaka attempted to please Konoha’s pussy with her mouth, desperately riding her own hand as she did so. Occasionally she would try to change the movement and shape of her tongue, but she mostly settled for amateurish back and forth strokes with periodic jabs at getting deeper. Dimly, she remembered that she was supposed to be cleaning the mess she had made off of Konoha’s cock, but she was too engrossed with what she was doing to stop. Backing off slightly, she used the flat of her tongue to give a firm lick, followed up by an almost loving kiss. She heard what sounded like a coo from Konoha above but kept her mind on doing her best to act like a fucktoy.
“You’re doing so well Oujo-san,” Konoha whispered to her. “You’re being a very good girl.”
Nanaka didn’t stop her tongue bath. However, her body did react, a lightning bolt of pleasure struck her core at the words, causing her to gasp. She was able to sink nearly her entire hand within her abused pussy and felt like she was on the brink of orgasm. She pressed herself even more against Konoha, curling her tongue to force it in as far as she could. Konoha’s fluids drenched her tongue and she lapped up the delicious taste. The hand on her head pushed her away slightly and she heard Konoha halt her gentle strokes.
“Don’t cum until I say so.”
Nodding as much as she could, Nanaka retreated from Konoha’s pussy. Moving up, she started to suck at the side of the massive cock. Surprisingly, she wasn’t forced deep onto, but was instead allowed to lap at her dick at her own pace. Dragging her tongue up the bottom of Konoha’s cock, Nanaka savored the taste of dried cum. Her mind on the fritz, she slurped eagerly at what she could find as she gave her tongue bath.
Perhaps I am losing my sanity, Nanaka mused as she used her non-masturbating hand to pull Konoha’s dick down to the point she could clean the top. She gave the same long licks that she had done for the bottom, leaving a shiny trail of spit as she moved. Up and down she moved, the rod bouncing slightly in her hand.
Eventually she reached the fat cockhead and gently slurped around it, twisting her tongue to make sure she got it all. When she was finished, she released Konoha’s shaft, and looked up hopefully at her captor.
Konoha released her hair and softly ran a hand down her check, pulling her lower lip down slowly with a thumb.
“Such wonderful work pet,” she said gently. “How about you cum now.”
“Mmmhmm,” Nanaka moaned. “I.. I… I’m coming.”
Unlike her previous explosive orgasms, this one felt somehow gentler. She didn’t scream, she didn’t cry. She merely stated that she was cumming and came on the hand buried within herself as Konoha gently patted her head. Somewhere in the background she could hear Hazuki screaming as she came too. Her vision blurred, but she managed to remain conscious and aware.
“Would you like a reward,” Konoha asked her in a soft voice. It sounded like she was talking to a slow child.
Perhaps that’s where her brain was headed. To the level of a slow child as she became addicted to cock. She was nodding immediately after all.
“Open wide.”
Nanaka rapidly complied, widening her mouth and closing her eyes as she awaited her tasty treat. As she sat there dumbly, her left hand flopped from her well stretched hole, her entire body going mostly limp. She heard Konoha’s hand moving rapidly over her freshly polished member and her she opened her mouth wider and whining. Like a dog awaiting a treat she panted, drool hanging down in a line.
“Here you go dear pet,” Konoha moaned. A large string of cum splashed out from her cock, and Nanaka tried her best to get it all in her mouth. She swished her tongue back and forth savoring the taste as several more spurts landed in her mouth and on her face. Disappointingly, she felt some slide off her onto the floor. What a waste.
She swallowed eagerly, moaning at the taste. Mustering what strength she had, she wiped up the cum coating her face and looked at it on her fingers. Behind her hand she could see Konoha grinning, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the way the sticky seed clung to her fingers. She gently licked her fingers, making sure to enjoy the taste with every swallow.
After several minutes of cleaning the cum off of her body and face, she smiled contentedly and patted her stomach, the warm flavor still on her tastebuds.
Konoha’s hand reached out her arm, grabbing Nanaka under the shoulder. She helped the confused girl to her feet, allowing her to lean onto her shoulder. Nanaka looked to the side to Konoha’s face and stupidly smiled.
What was she doing? What was she plotting? Why do that? Konoha-sama was being so kind to her. Why not enjoy it?
Closing her eyes, she leaned against Konoha. Konoha’s silver hair was a mess and Nanaka felt it tickling her nose as they slowly walked. It smelled… good. Like a flower. What was that flower called?
The door opened and she heard Hazuki’s voice.
“That was wonderful Konoha! I like this style of aggressive negotiations.”
Nanaka frowned as Konoha’s giggle disrupted her comfortable head position.
“Yes, yes. Come Hazuki. We’ll take her to her new room.” They passed through the doorway and Nanaka had to open her eyes slightly to be able to see the stairs. Konoha and Hazuki continued their conversation as they proceeded upwards. “Would you like to join us after she takes a break? I’m sure she’ll be willing to be a good slut for you too.”
“No, no, that’s fine. I’ve got to take care of Ayame. I don’t think we should let her know about this.” They reached the top of the stairs and Nanaka was guided through the house.
“Good point,” Konoha replied, “We can’t risk her blabbing to Natsume-san about it. They may attempt a rescue operation.”
Natsume… that was a familiar name. Where did she know it from? That wasn’t important, Nanaka mused. She found herself laid down gently on a bed and curled into a ball. She was still naked and without Konoha’s warmth against her she felt cold.
Moaning pathetically, the former team leader opened her eyes and reached out for Konoha. Konoha was at the door to the room, hand over the light switch.
“Take a nap pet. We can have more fun later.”
Nodding, Nanaka got under the blankets of the bed. Her head against the soft pillow, she curled up and was surprised to find herself still shivering. She wasn’t cold anymore. Although the pillow seemed a bit wet where the front of her face had been. What did that mean?
There being no windows in the room, Nanaka wasn’t sure if it was day or night when she awoke. Her whole body felt sore and disgusting as she lay in a ball underneath the soft blankets. She shook as she sobbed silently, the dark room feeling like it was squeezing in around her.
“What’s wrong with me,” she whispered to herself.
Grasping her knees to her chest, she closed her eyes again. She didn’t want it to be like this. She didn’t want to be a mindbroken pet for Konoha. This wasn’t her fate. After everything. After everything she had done, the sacrifices she had made, the unwavering determination put into her mission, this was how she would end. Not succeeding, not reclaiming her right. Not dying in battle. Not falling to despair and becoming a witch. No, she couldn’t even contribute to Kyubey’s scheme. Instead she would be here until her conscious self was replaced by somebody else entirely. Indeed, she’d had glimpses already.
Perhaps it would be better to die now rather than becoming the unhinged thing she remembered acting like. She longed to reach out and crush her soul gem. To be saved from this was all she wanted.
She held herself tighter and felt the dried cum all over her body and like a shock she remembered the endless orgasms she had experienced. The pleasure that left her a mess for days.
She wanted to be saved from all this, right?
In the darkness, she mumbled to herself, despair overtaking her, “No, no, no, no, not like this. I don’t… I can’t. It won’t, it won’t,” her voice got louder as anger began to cloud her vision. “It won’t end like this Shizumi,” she shouted. “You hear me? I’m not falling to you.”
Rising from the bed, she stumbled to the door. It was made of metal like the door to the basement. She banged on it, but the strength afforded to her when not transformed wasn’t enough to do anything but make noise.
“Shizumi! Hazuki! I will not succumb! I will die first!” She pounded on the door, her voice cracking slightly. Slamming on the door, her hands bruised and bled. Her limbs grew weary and her voice hoarse as she banged and shouted.
After what felt like hours she collapsed against the door. “I won’t... I won’t lose,” she muttered. Her vision blurred through the tears flowing freely down her face. In the darkness she sobbed, so unlike what she had been just a week ago. Gone was her composure, her calculated precision; it was gone, replaced by the personality of a school-girl accosted in an alleyway.
Nanaka wasn’t sure how long she had been sat there when the door was pushed open and she fell backwards onto the floor. She hit the floor, carpet irritating her nude body. She managed to look up as Konoha entered the room. She was dressed casually and seemed quite calm.
“Do you dislike your new home,” she asked condescendingly. Although she somehow seemed less cruel than before. “I worked very hard on it. You’ve even got a shower.”
Nanaka was unable to respond, the sight of Konoha’s perfect face framed by silver hair had shocked her. Something felt different.
Closing the door behind her, Konoha walked into the room and crouched down before Nanaka. Their eyes met, and Nanaka was shocked to see no malice there. Rather, Konoha seemed almost compassionate.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Konoha’s soft voice caused her to shiver.
Konoha helped her back to her feet and guided her to the shower. Nanaka tensed as she felt a cold hand linger on the small of her back. Yet no further molestation occurred. Konoha turned on the water and gently moved her into the warm water.
“Everything you’ll need is already in there. I’ll be back shortly.” Konoha’s voice was muffled by the water, but she still heard her say, “You’re a good girl.”
Nanaka almost fell back against the wall. No. She wouldn’t break.
The hot water cascaded down her filthy body, washing the days of sweat and other fluids off her. Her hair too was disgusting, filled with grime and semen. She leaned her head back, the water splashing on her face. Her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders as she savored the feeling.
Konoha had given her soap, allowing her to clean herself up. Although she had little doubt that she would be raped numerous times in the future, it would at least feel nice to be clean for a brief moment.
With shaky hands she grasped the bar of soap. Her hands looked dirty. The skin was cracked and bruised. Tender red spots from where she had slid across the rough concrete and scraped herself stung as the soap and hot water cleaned them. Scraps went up her arms and as she examined herself, she saw what looked to be deep scars on her forearms.
Her hands continued to clean her arms, washing away the days of filth. Already she looked better, even if her skin was blemished by wounds. The feeling of the water washing away the deeds of the past few days was refreshing. She could feel the evidence of her violation slipping off of her. She ran the bar of soap across her chest, wincing at the pain from touching the abused flesh of her breasts. They too were covered in cum, but also bore the sign of numerous rough bites. Teeth marks dotted around both and she could feel soreness at the tips that she recognized as the feeling of freshly regenerated tissue.
Moving down to her stomach, Nanaka recoiled at the sight of the severe bruising. Her entire lower torso was black and blue. Large scars were prominent where her ribcage ended, and she could see text carved into her skin. She shuddered at the thought of what Konoha had done to her during her missing memories.
Her legs were covered in scrapes too, likely from the large amount of time spent on her knees. Blood trickled from freshly exposed cuts on her knees, turning the water slightly red. She tenderly cleaned her lower body, gasping at the sensitivity of her hand even approaching between her legs. Konoha had clearly managed to condition her body, if not her mind too.
Feeling somewhat better, Nanaka sighed. It was nice to be clean.
Looking down, she watched the soapy water circling the drain. As it went around and around, her mind became hazy. What had her life come to? She couldn’t give up. She repeated that over and over again as she watched the soap get washed away. The pounding of the shower rang in her ears, and everything felt hazy. Her eyes shut in exhaustion; she felt her whole body go weak. Dizzily, Nanaka used one of her hands to stabilize herself against the wall.
Lost in her thoughts, she was shocked when Konoha entered the shower with her. Her eyes flew open as the older girl’s nude body pressed her up against the wall. In the steam her visage was somewhat obscured, however her eyes shone through it all. She froze staring into them. They had the same predatory gaze from before. Shivering despite the hot water, she gulped audibly.
“Hello again Tokiwa-san,” Konoha whispered into her ear. She used a leg to slide Nanaka’s apart, grinding her knee into her groin. Nanaka whimpered as Konoha continued, “I hope you didn’t miss me too much. But you do look so much better nice and clean like that. I’m going to love dirtying you up again.”
Nanaka gasped as she felt Konoha’s hard cock press into her leg. Looking down nervously, her breath caught in her throat; she had forgot just how big and heavy it was. It’s mighty length pressed into as Konoha teased her by putting gentle pressure in between Nanaka’s thighs.
“F.. fuck you Shizumi,” Nanaka managed to say as she struggled to not collapse onto her captor.
Not even bothering to respond, Konoha latched onto her neck, Nanaka’s head rolling to the side as she gasped and grasped onto her. Her nails dug into Konoha’s shoulder as she became unable to fully support herself. The bites and licks along her jawline causing her to emit embarrassing squeaks. Despite Konoha’s predatory gaze, she was behaving far more like a teasing lover than a vicious rapist.
The heat from the shower having already impacted her, the pressure against her violated cunt and the little nips Konoha gave to her neck had Nanaka gasping quickly.
“Such a whore,” Konoha whispered. “You fall apart so easily for me.”
Nanaka was unable to muster more than a noise of protest, even as she pushed her breasts into Konoha’s toying hands. She felt dainty fingers sliding up and down her body and squealed whenever Konoha was kind enough to give her nipples a pinch.
No. Not kind. Cruel. This was cruel. This was horrific. This was cr, ki, cr, kin, cru, kind.
“You’ve been fighting with yourself for days Tokiwa-san. Why don’t you just give it up and spend some quality time with me. Eventually I’m going to have to give you up you know.”
“Wha…”
“Ah, ah, ah!” Konoha said, still toying with her captive’s breasts, and rocking her knee gently between her legs. “That’s for later. For now, just enjoy yourself.”
She bit into the top of Nanaka’s breast and then moved down to circle her tongue on her areola. Removing her leg, Konoha grasped Nanaka by the neck before she could fall to the floor.
With confusion, Nanaka looked at Konoha with wide eyes. What was she talking about? What was going to happen to her?
But she struggled to think about it further as she was held up by the neck. She leaned back into the wall feeling flushed and dizzy. Was it the heat of the shower or her arousal? With the way Konoha was toying with her breasts, it was probably the latter.
Unable to focus on anything, Nanaka closed her eyes. Attempting to settle herself, she tried to block out the world. But she couldn’t get Konoha’s touch out her mind. She could feel the way her nimble fingers cupped her, pinching and stroking in the perfect way to cause her to twitch and moan. She tensed up as she felt movement and almost jumped when she felt Konoha’s mouth hovering just a hairs breath away from hers.
“To be honest, you’re quite beautiful Nanaka,” she said as she pulled away. “I’ve always admired your hair. You style it so well. And you have such wonderful breasts too. They aren’t as good as Hazuki’s but, you seem to be very sensitive.” She gave a squeeze which caused Nanaka to nearly collapse. “From the first time I met you I wanted to have you in my bed. But instead you seduced my whore of a wife.”
She’s going to give me up, Nanaka heard echo in her head.
She pressed her mouth forcefully against Nanaka’s. Nanaka gasped into her mouth and felt her lithe tongue enter. Easily battering hers away Nanaka struggled in vain against the grip Konoha had on her neck. She felt the hand squeeze, and Nanaka’s mouth opened wider allowing Konoha deeper access.
Their teeth clashed uncomfortable as Konoha aggressively pressed their bodies together. Nanaka, already so confused by everything happening kissed back more as she felt her arousal running down her legs. The shower continued to pound away, the sound in her ears overwhelming her thoughts of rebellion. Instead she relaxed and wrapped her arms around the taller girl, welcoming her.
What does she mean, she’s going to give me up?
“Please,” she whispered as they parted, the saliva that stretched between them being washed away quickly by the water. “Please… What are you going to do with me?”
Konoha pressed a finger to her lips, smiling an almost kind smile. She reached her other hand to turn off the shower and pressed a kiss to Nanaka’s forehead.
“Come with me.”
Nanaka nodded meekly as Konoha took her hand. They stepped out of the shower, Nanaka struggling to remain standing. Konoha had succeeded in very quickly turning her into an aroused mess. Through the fogged mirror, she could see her own body; it was clean now and the wounds she had observed seemed to be healing rapidly.
Am I going to be discarded?
The contrast between the cooler air and the warm shower caused her to shiver. Her entire body felt hyper aware as Konoha supported her. She slowly allowed Nanaka to lay down on the floor. The carpet absorbing some of the water from her body. Konoha herself took the extra step to the bed and sat there above her.
In silence, Konoha sat there, water droplets running down her body onto the bed. Her cock stood hard and impressive, still surprising Nanaka’s weakened mind with its size. Nanaka shivered as she lay on the ground. For a moment they made eye contact. Nanaka looked into Konoha’s eyes, dilated with arousal and felt herself grow weak. Slowly she pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Konoha nodded in approval as Nanaka meekly crawled toward her.
What’s going to happen to me…
Feeling a hand run itself through her wet hair, Nanaka moved closer to give a lick to Konoha’s hard member. Her tongue wiped the water from the shower off and she hummed appreciatively as she gave a few more licks.
Applying a kiss to the head, running her tongue around the tip, she looked up at the older girl. Feeling the hand stroke through her hair was comforting.
“Please,” Nanaka whimpered. She could feel arousal leaking down in between her thighs. “Please fuck me. I want you…”
Once Shizumi Konoha is done with you, someone else will break you.
To accentuate her point, she shoved her face into Konoha’s crotch, her dick stretching her throat out as she took it all the way to the base. She moaned around it, the vibration of her vocal cords massaging the rod buried within her. With her nose pressed against Konoha’s pelvis, Nanaka pushed her tongue out to massage what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. She stayed there as long as she could, Konoha’s hand still running through her hair gently. Her eyes squeezed shut as the breath blocking dick was pleasured by her spasming throat., but she remained dedicated to showing her desperation.
After several minutes of suffocation, she finally pulled herself off, gasping for air, spit soaking the edge of the bed as her mouth no longer held it in.
Like trash, Tokiwa Nanaka will be discarded.
“Please,” she begged, lowering her gaze to the floor as if to prostrate herself before a lord.
Not mocking her as she had suspected she would, Konoha bent over to grasp Nanaka by her wet hair. She palmed one of her breasts and smiled, pulling her into her lap. Nanaka gasped as she felt Konoha’s hard cock slide in between her thighs. She wiggled herself trying to rub herself against the length.
Like trash you’ll be thrown out.
“Please,” Nanaka repeated. “I… I want it so bad. You can fuck me however you want to. I just want to stay with you,” she was almost crying now as she pushed her face into Konoha’s breasts. She kissed all over Konoha’s chest, sobbing as she did so. “I’ll do whatever you want forever. I’ll be your whore. I promise. I’ll be the best whore you could ever have. I just want to stay with you. I love you. I love your cock. Oh kami-sama I love your cock.”
Only Shizumi Konoha can protect you.
Kissing up Konoha’s neck, she moaned as she felt said cock twitch between her legs.
“Please, I want to cum. Allow me to cum like the slut I am.” Nanaka openly wept, using one of her hands to spread her soaked vagina and rub herself against Konoh, no, her mistress’s cock.
Nanaka pulled back to look at her owners’ face. It was funny how she could so quickly go from plotting an escape to breaking down like this. It seemed Konoha had truly and definitively won. She felt the little bit of her brain that was the team leader, the schemer, the manipulator, fall further and further into darkness as her true self, her slutty cock-drunk self, took over. If she could convince Konoha to keep her, maybe she’d live a happy life as a cock warmer for her.
And you want to be hers.
Konoha grabbed her by the sides and gently lifted her to the side. Looking up at the beautiful woman standing before her Nanaka almost retreated but then remembered the delicious pleasure. She rubbed one of her breasts and used the other hand to spread her pussy for her mistress.
“Please”
I don’t want to be with anyone else.
Nanaka spread her legs wider, her hips weakly pushing into the air, desperate for Konoha to fuck her.
Konoha stood at the edge of the bed looking down at her. Her nude body was bathed in the orange glow coming from the open door to the bathroom, and Nanaka gasped. She had never seen such a beautiful sight. She stopped toying with her chest to reach out for Konoha’s hand. They made contact and Konoha slowly came forward. Her cock lined up with Nanaka’s aching and desperate pussy and she slowed pushed inwards.
Immediately Nanaka threw her head back in pleasure. This is what she was made for. This is what she wanted out of life. The feeling of her mistress’ cock splitting her open. Her slick walls eagerly pulling that magnificent length inward, deeper and deeper. To be so stretched out was what she wanted. How had she ever thought otherwise?
Konoha grabbed onto her legs by the ankles and pushed them upwards as she continued to slide her cock into Nanaka’s slick cunt. It took several torturous seconds for her to fully hilt herself and when she did, Nanaka screamed.
With her body folded in half, Konoha firmly pressed against her, Nanaka came. Her previous orgasms couldn’t even remotely compare. Like nothing she had ever experienced, hot pleasure permeated throughout her entire body. Her entire body tensed up, pure pleasure overloading all of her senses, toes curling and fingers spasming, as her pussy clamped down on Konoha buried within her.
Entire perception clouded, Nanaka struggled to keep her eyes open. The light burned her overly sensitive eyes. Above her, she could see Konoha pumping roughly into her. Her face looked so soft and kind.
Nanaka attempted to reach a hand up but found her body to weak to do anything. Her incredible orgasm had robbed her of movement capabilities, leaving her only able to limply be rocked on the bed. In her stupor, she felt her body go completely slack and felt her drool coming from her open mouth collecting on her chest.
Staring up at her mistress, Nanaka giggled stupidly as her eyes began to cross and uncross.
“More,” she heard herself say, “Give me more.”
Konoha seemed more than willing to oblige, slamming much harder and faster into her welcoming cunt.
“Only a minute and you already came,” Konoha said. “You’re truly desperate for me.”
“Yes! Please! Give me more!”
Konoha withdrew herself from Nanaka’s desperate pussy, leaving the broken whore spasming. Grasping her by the shoulder, she rolled Nanaka over onto her front and re-entered her from behind. Immediately, Nanaka came.
“Ahhhhh,” Nanaka shouted. “Yes! Please! More!”
Konoha thrust into her quickly, the movement shaking the bed and actually causing the room to wobble somewhat. With her magically enhanced strength and speed, Konoha pistoned the full length of her cock in and out of Nanaka with pleasured grunts accompanying each thrust.
“I’m your good whore mistress,” Nanaka moaned into the sheets. “Let me stay with you forever.”
She tried to rock herself back into the thrusts but was to weak to do anything other than tighten her muscles.
“Do whatever you want with me! Just keep me forever!” Nanaka felt tears running down her face. But why? Surely, she was happy. “I love you!”
Konoha’s nails gripped into her the flesh of her thighs, causing her to hiss in pleasure. Finally mustering enough strength after two enormous orgasms, Nanaka began to force herself backwards onto the wonderful shaft tearing her insides apart in the most delicious ways. Pushing herself backwards, she moaned along with every slap of Konoha’s hips into her backside, relishing the contact and trembling from the force.
In a softer voice, much quieter than her previous pleas, Nanaka asked, “Hit me Konoha. I deserve it.”
Konoha’s palm came down upon Nanaka’s ass and Nanaka choked back a sob. She deserved this. After everything that she had done. Why had she done it? Who was that person she had been before? She thought of the nights she spent with Hazuki and compared it to the intoxicating pleasure she was feeling now and felt stupid. This was so much better.
“I’m s-sooo-sooory,” Nanaka cried as Konoha roughly slapped her repeatedly. Each open palmed strike shook her body and caused a spike of pleasure as her mind relished in the punishment. “I, I, I’m sorry for, for, for ruining,” trying to speak was proving difficult, “I’m sorry for messing with your family! Let me be a part of it instead!”
For the first time in several minutes, Konoha spoke. Running a hand through Nanaka’s purple locks, she slowed herself, “You want to be part of my family Tokiwa-san?”
Looking over her should, Nanaka said, “Yes! Please.” She saw the dark arousal in her savior’s eyes and trembled, “I’m your pet now. Just please don’t give me away.” She stared into those beautiful, powerful eyes. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?”
Konoha gripped her by the hair, pulling her body up so that she could talk into Nanaka’s ear. “You wish to be in my family? You want to stay with me forever? That’s a high ask pet.”
“Yes!” Nanaka screamed, wiggling against Konoha’s cock, “I’m your pet!”
“Pmmm,” Konoha mused, pulling herself from Nanaka. Slapping her reddened ass cheeks with her cock, dripping with Nanaka’s juices, she considered.
Nanaka began to panic at the hesitation. In a show of eager submissiveness, she reached a shaky hand behind her to bring Konoha’s cock to her ass.
“I’ll do everything for you!”
She pushed herself backwards, the crown of Konoha’s cock stretching through her asshole, causing her to wince. But the pain didn’t bother her. This was her mistress. Her owner. She pushed harder, relaxing herself as the hard length slowly filled her up.
However, she was perhaps a bit overzealous as her pushing was enough to knock the deliberating Konoha over landing them both on the ground, all of Konoha’s cock shoved entirely up her ass.
Nanaka’s came immediately from the shock, brain fizzing and vision blurring.
“Fff-fu-fuuuuck.”
Unable to see Konoha from this position, Nanaka simply allowed herself to be tossed about as Konoha began to thrust into her again. Their combined fluids proved enough lubricant to allow the vicious pace she was used to—and desired—to continue. She was stretched out even more than her pussy had been, and the pleasure was incredibly. Although during the past few days she had undoubtedly been anally raped, this was different. This time she was fully giving every part of her body to Konoha.
And it felt amazing.
The pressure from inside her was too strong. Just a few thrusts from Konoha had her coming again. And there was no sign of her brutal owner slowing down. Grabbing her by the hair, Konoha bounced Nanaka up and down, cock gloriously dragging through her tightest hole.
Konoha began to bounce her faster, breasts jiggling with the movements as Konoha’s hip movements sending Nanaka up into the air each time. The floor shook with the force of their coupling. Nanaka panted, sweat pouring down her body. Her hands were free to rub up and down herself and she did so, moaning the whole time. Konoha’s cock stretched her out so incredibly. Her muscles clenched down on the offending rod no doubt stimulating Konoha as well.
“Oh kami,” Nanaka panted. “Oh Konoha, fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”
Konoha sat forward slightly, using one of her arms to hold herself up, the other moving to press down roughly on Nanaka’s clit. Nanaka immediately went slack again, orgasm once again blanking her mind.
“Good girl.”
When Nanaka’s senses return to her, she was flat on the ground, carpet roughly scratching at her nipples. Konoha slammed into her from above, cock still lodged deep within her ass. She suddenly pulled herself out, the motion causing Nanaka to screech. She hated the feeling of being empty.
However, Konoha quickly thrust back into her leaking cunt.
“I’m going to breed you again,” Konoha whispered.
“Yes,” Nanaka’s words were soft and submissive. “Breed me Konoha.”
She felt the release of Konoha’s virile seed into her womb and the heat caused her to cum again. Her entire body was overstimulated, and her clit fuzzed from overstimulation. Her mind barely was able to take in anything except the feeling of Konoha’s cock pulsing inside of her. The rest of her body was slack, and she was pretty sure she was gurgling audibly.
“F-fffank yo-you…”
In a daze, Nanaka lay there as Konoha withdrew. Her perception didn’t extend outside her own body. Within, she felt warm and safe. She could feel cum leaking from her well used pussy and she attempted to smile, unsure if her physical body responded.
This is good.
This was good she realized. This was right. There’s no way Konoha would get rid of her now. She was part of the family. Their pet. The last of her previous scheming finally began to dissolve. Although she would never be the same Tokiwa Nanaka, she would survive now. She would be some semblance of herself. And she would be happy.
Happy with Hazuki. Happy with Konoha.
Happy and safe.
Forever.