Moxibustion Violation 4

Chapter 4

Akane quickly crossed the city to reach the medical center where she would find the doctor recommended by Tofu Ono, the cardiac specialist who had agreed to the plan to help prevent anyone else from learning of her weakness. As she walked, the teenage girl tried to ignore the burning pain from her rear. Why did that asshole Michio have to whip me so damn hard?! she demanded mentally. Although in a way, she knew the reason. She'd have never said the things he had made her say without something like that to convince her.

Despite the ache, not only in her bottom, but also in her soul because of the things which had been done to her, it was hard for the young woman not to feel a slight lifting of her spirits. School was done for the week. That meant she would not have to face her rapists again for three days. Almost three. The terrible burden of what had already transpired, and the knowledge of more to come, weighed on her heavily. But at least for a couple of days she could try to forget.

At twenty minutes before the hour she walked into the office, taking note of the opulent furnishings. She supposed a heart surgeon probably could afford a nice place, even with the malpractice insurance he no doubt had to carry. Walking up to the receptionist, she said pleasantly, “I have an appointment for quarter to five. Akane Tendo.”

The woman didn't even look at her list, but picked up a pad and handed it to the girl. “I'm glad you got here on time. I'm surprised Doctor Yamada made an appointment for you so late. We usually close at five. Please fill out those forms and bring them back to me, okay dear?”

Akane nodded, then sat down in one of the comfortable chairs and worked on the form. It was all the usual stuff, past diseases, medical allergies, family history of heart trouble and so forth. While she worked she reflected on the receptionist's words about the late appointment. It was just as well the appointment hadn't been any earlier, or she would have missed it thanks to the demonic Michio. If the timing wasn't simple coincidence, then perhaps the doctor had wanted to make sure that she was his last patient in order to guarantee privacy while he committed what was technically fraud.

Naturally, she was kept waiting. At twenty minutes past five o'clock a very elderly man emerged from the inner rooms, picked up his coat and left. A man in his early forties followed, trim, wearing spectacles, his hair going gray. He bowed and introduced himself, “Tendo-san? I'm Doctor Yamada.”

Akane stood and bowed as well. “Hello, Yamada-sensei. Thank you for agreeing to see me. For, um, everything.”

The man quickly signaled her to silence. He turned to the window behind which his receptionist sat and said, “Minori-san, you may leave for the day if you're ready. Tendo-san is only here for an office consultation, so I won't need you for anything more.”

The middle-aged woman nodded happily and began gathering her things.

Doctor Yamada led Akane back into his office and asked her to take a seat. Sitting in his own chair across from her, he gave her a sympathetic smile and said, “I must confess, I find it a trifle difficult to believe the tale my colleague Doctor Ono related. I admit that the condition is outside of my specialty, but given that I am putting myself at some small risk to, er, help you out, I would appreciate it if you will allow me to make an examination and confirm what he said.”

Akane looked at him curiously. “I thought you told your receptionist that it would only be a consultation. Not an examination.”

“Well, of course.” He smiled. “I would, after all, rather not give her any clues that you and I are planning to perpetrate a crime. Minor though it might be. And I am not speaking of a full physical examination. I only wish to make a few tests of your strength, and take a look at the burn on your back.”

Akane shrugged. If it would get her what she wanted, she saw no reason to object. “How do we start?” she asked.

The doctor stood and came around his desk, sitting down in another chair beside her. “If you would hold out your hands and press them against mine, please?” Akane did so, and was unable to budge his hands.

“Now I am going to push against your hands,” he said. “Try to resist.” Although he saw her biceps bulge with the effort, the doctor had no trouble pushing Akane's hands back.

He next held his hand out sideways. “Please slap my palm as hard as you can.”

Akane swung, her arm blurring through the air. However, there was very little sound when her palm struck his, and his hand didn't move a millimeter.

“Huh,” he commented. “That's rather remarkable. Bizarre even.”

Akane hung her head. “Yeah. Remarkable.”

Yamada grimaced. “I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm a bit tactless at times.” After a few seconds pause he said, “There's another test I'd like to try. Would you mind very much if I placed a finger in your mouth and asked you to bite it?”

Akane thought of other things which had been placed in her mouth recently. She didn't think a finger would bother her. “Okay.”

This test was performed, and the doctor was quite surprised that he could barely feel her teeth make contact with the digit. “Are you sure you're biting hard?” he asked, puzzled. Akane nodded her head up and down, although the movement was hampered by the finger in her mouth, since her nodding head lacked the strength to make his finger move.

Standing up and going back behind his desk, Doctor Yamada reached into a drawer and pulled out a box of cookies. “Congratulations. You're now one of the few people who knows about my secret stash. I'm not supposed to eat these.” He pulled a cookie from the box and held it out. “These aren't soft. I'd like to see you bite one.”

Akane now realized what had been puzzling him. In fact, with her own attention drawn to it, it puzzled her as well. Taking the cookie, she bit through it with a crunch. She chewed and swallowed, then examined the half cookie still in her hand. “How?” she asked.

The doctor shrugged. “The only guess I have is that this so-called ‘weakness moxibustion’ works not only on the muscles, but also on the brain. It's a totally wild-assed guess, but I think that if you know you're applying force against a person, that you lose what little strength you still have.”

Akane had to struggle not to break down crying. What she had just been told was that her own brain was betraying her. She might have been gravely weakened, but every time one of her molesters laid hands on her she lost what little strength she had.

Unsure what to say, Yamada just murmured. “Well, ... well.” He cleared his throat. “I'd still like to examine the mark. It's on your back, right?”

Akane nodded.

The man picked up an examination gown which had been lying on his desk, unnoticed. He pointed off to the side. “If you could step behind the screen there, and remove your upper garments please. Then put this on. That way you may keep your front covered while I take a look.”

She wasn't too thrilled with the idea of removing any of her clothes just at the moment, but Akane didn't want to refuse the request given what he was doing for her. Besides, he'd been perfectly decent so far. So she picked up the gown and walked behind the screen. There she frowned as she realized she was still wearing her school uniform. Removing her ‘upper garments’ meant that she'd be left in nothing but her underpants. Stiffening her resolve, the high school girl removed her jumper, shirt and bra, then slipped into the gown and tried to tie it behind her.

In the meantime, from the other side of the screen Doctor Yamada was lecturing Akane on the medical condition he was falsely diagnosing for her. He wanted to make sure that she had the facts straight so that no one would trip either of them up later. Akane dutifully repeated back the things he asked her about.

Akane stepped out from behind the screen wearing the gown and her underpants. She was quite unhappy about the way the gown gaped open behind, showing both her back and her underpants, but she was also aware from sources such as television and movies that this was traditional for examination gowns. She walked over to the doctor when he motioned her forward.

Speaking gently, Doctor Yamada instructed, “Please bend forward slightly and rest your elbows on the desktop. That way I can get a good look at your back.”

Akane did so. She tried not to flinch as she felt him undo the ties on the gown and open it. It was all the harder since her bent position meant that the gown fell down to her sides, fully uncovering her below the waist, and even exposing the lowermost curve of her breasts. Trying to slow her breathing, Akane forcefully reminded herself that this man was a doctor, and examining patients was part of his job.

Yamada sucked in a gasp as he saw the abused flesh of her ass around the edges of her panties, a consequence of the examination which had not yet occurred to Akane. Putting that aside for just a moment, he took his time examining the mark on her upper back, tracing it lightly with his finger. He found it quite hard to believe that such a thing could be responsible for the strange condition from which she suffered.

Turning his attention back to her bottom, he gravely said, “According to Ono, you're worried about what the boys at school might do if they discover how weak you are.”

Akane bit her lip. “Yes,” she said quietly. “They're all perverts.”

The doctor put a hand on her back. This would more than suffice to prevent his patient from jumping up when she heard what he said next. “From the condition of your, er, hips, I suspect that one or more have already discovered this.”

Akane started bawling as soon as he finished speaking. She couldn't help herself — someone had guessed her terrible secret! She tried to stand up, but the hand on her back prevented her. The only thing she could think was that he wanted to examine her red bottom, and wanted to make her hold still while he did so. Akane wasn't sure how to react, aside from trying to stop her unintended crying. After all, she hadn't come here to get that examined. Heck, she hadn't even wanted him to know about it!

“I think I'd better take a closer look,” Yamada said. “From the severity of the marks, there might be damage. And it would be quite difficult for you to see yourself.” Making sure to continue holding her in place, he took the waistband of her panties in his other hand and pulled them over her hips, then down her legs and off over her feet. She had tried to spread her legs to prevent him from pulling the garment past her thighs, but he had easily overpowered her effort.

Akane wanted nothing more than to get up and run away from there. That someone else now knew that she'd been whipped earlier, that he might further guess that more had been done to her — she almost blacked out from the sheer weight of the shame of someone knowing these things. What was worse, he'd probably think it was all her fault, that she had asked for it. He was examining the marks — she could feel his finger tracing lightly along the line of the welts — how much would he guess from that? Akane wondered why it had been necessary to take her underpants off completely, but between her shame and her crying she didn't have much attention to spare for it.

“You'd better let me put something on that,” she heard the doctor say. “Stay there.” He walked away, and she unthinkingly obeyed the authority in his voice. A few seconds after he came back she felt something cool touch her bottom, and then his hand was slowly, gently rubbing it in. “This will make it feel better,” he told her.

It did feel better. The crying started to slow down, there being nothing she could do to repair the damage — that he knew she had been victimized. As the soothing strokes spread the cool balm into the welts of her reddened ass, Akane realized that it was feeling a little too good. Her face turned red to match her ass as her pussy moistened. She hoped desperately that he wouldn't notice, even though her position probably meant that he could see that part of her.

Doctor Yamada could in fact see. As his hands massaged the teenage girl's ass, he pulled her hips and upper thighs toward the sides from time to time, causing her petals to spread slightly in turn. This revealed the glistening dew within, as well as releasing its heady aroma. His massage went on considerably longer than necessary.

Akane was troubled to find herself growing increasingly aroused under his ministrations, and prayed he would not comment on her physical reaction. She wondered how long it took to be certain that the stuff he used was fully rubbed in.

Yamada finally paused in his actions, but left his hands on her ass, with the ends of his thumbs not far from her pussy. In fact, at the moment when he chose to stop, the pressure of his thumbs was holding her labia open a little. A considerable quantity of her fluid had gathered between, and Akane's position made it quite visible.

Licking his lips, Yamada cleared his throat and said, “Forgive me, Tendo-san. I know the memory must be painful, but as a doctor concerned about your health I must ask. How many boys have raped you?”

The room spun around Akane from the shock of the blunt question. Why did he need to know that? All she wanted was the excuse to get out of gym. Okay, the stuff he had put on her bottom had made it feel better, and she supposed he might be worried that they had done some other damage, but ...

“I can't tell you,” she whispered, sniffling. “I ... I can't.”

“I see,” the doctor said. “They have some sort of hold over you, I suppose. Yes? But I didn't ask you to name names. I would like to assess the potential damage. So please tell me how many.”

Akane capitulated. “Seven,” she answered with a small sob.

“All seven took you vaginally?” he asked for confirmation. Akane nodded miserably. Then he asked, “And when did this happen? How long ago?”

“Wednesday,” she whispered in a choking voice. “Two days ago. And ... they've done some more things in the last two days.”

“Were you a virgin before they raped you?”

Again Akane nodded miserably, unable to give voice to the answer.

“Have you been penetrated vaginally since Wednesday?” he inquired.

“No,” she whispered, wondering why he was keeping her bent over the desk. Not that she planned to try getting up. She didn't think she could answer these questions if she were facing him. As she thought a little more about her answer she hesitated, then asked, “Does m-my ... finger count?”

Akane heard the astonishment in the doctor's voice. “You masturbated after being raped? And inserted a finger in your vagina?”

Akane's face flamed scarlet. That wasn't what she had meant! Even ... even if it was true. “I ... I meant that I ... I used my finger to ... to clean myself out.”

“Perhaps you did,” Yamada replied, before pointing out, “but your red face indicates that you did something else as well.” He carefully allowed a drop of cold disapproval to seep into his voice. “You couldn't have found what those boys did all that devastating an experience if it left you so horny you had to ... to do that to yourself later.”

Akane was crying again, wanting to die of shame once more. How could she explain that it hadn't been like that? Was she even certain herself? Would the doctor she had counted on decide that she was a piece of trash and refuse his aid?

Yamada sighed heavily, making sure that the girl heard it. “So. All seven raped you vaginally. What else did they do? Both that day and after?”

Through her tears, she asked, “Why ...?”

He interrupted. “Just answer the questions, Tendo-san. I'm the doctor here. I need to know the details.”

Akane didn't understand, but she submitted to his authority. “They ... they spanked me. With a b-belt. Before they ... before they r-raped me. Today too. And they made me, you know, with my mouth ...”

“They forced you to perform fellatio on them? All seven of them? Did you swallow their semen? Or did they ejaculate outside your mouth?”

“All seven,” she confirmed, voice hoarse. “I ... they made me swallow. Except Gos- ... except the last. He ... I think he pulled out first. I don't remember. I was com-” Akane came to an abrupt stop, then added, “I don't remember.”

“Why don't you remember?” Doctor Yamada pressed. “Did my ears deceive me? Were you really about to say you were ‘coming’? That you were having an orgasm at the point when this boy ejaculated?” He made his voice stern, a little angry, and sharply demanded, “Answer me! Did you have an orgasm while you were supposedly being raped?”

“It wasn't my fault!” Akane wailed. “They made me!” She dropped her face to the desk's surface, burying it in her hands. With the way Yamada was still holding her ass, this had the effect of causing her slit to spread open wider.

“Bullshit!” the doctor exclaimed, deliberately cruel. “If you had an orgasm, it was because you enjoyed it! Those boys probably screwed you in the first place because they knew you wanted it.”

“I didn't! I didn't!” Akane sobbed brokenly.

“No?” Yamada sneered. He took one hand off her ass and cupped her sex, sliding a finger along her wet slit. “Then why is your pussy gushing like a fountain when you talk about it?”

“It ... no! ... you've got it wrong!” she cried.

“I don't think so,” the man who was now fingering her pussy said. “And I'm going to prove it!”

With that he grabbed Akane's shoulder and pulled her upright. Seizing the collar of her gown with his other hand, he tore it off and tossed it aside, leaving her nude. Spinning the helplessly weakened girl around, he pushed her down so that she was lying on her back on the desk. With that Yamada took hold of her wrists, quickly circled his desk, and pulled Akane across it further until her shoulders were at the edge and her head was hanging in the air beyond.

“Stop!” Akane cried.

“Not until I prove my point!” the doctor told her fiercely, tugging down his zipper. His erect cock sprang free, slapping Akane in the forehead. Yamada pushed her head down further, forced her mouth open, and shoved himself deep within.

None of the other boys had forced Akane to take their pricks so far into her mouth. It felt like he was trying to enter her throat! Her nose was pressed into his balls! She started to gag and choke, but he ignored the noises. Yamada pulled back and then shoved forward again. He proceeded to fuck her mouth, each thrust slapping his sack against her nose and forehead.

The man's hands easily held the struggling girl on the desk while his cock raped her mouth. He grabbed her shaking tits and mauled them, squeezing hard. He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then pulled up on them, stretching her tits into cones.

After a few minutes Yamada managed to get hold of himself, and slowed down. While doing something of this sort had occurred as an idle fantasy after Ono talked to him, and he'd decided to go through with it from the moment he saw how pretty the girl was and confirmed her weakness, he hadn't planned to be quite so violent. He pumped his cock into her mouth more slowly, not so deeply. He caressed her tits, staying away from the nipples, not sure how much he might have hurt them. He moved one hand further down her body, brushing it through her triangle of hair, then pushing between the thighs she tried to hold closed.

The doctor played with her pussy, a task made easier by how well lubricated it had been to start with. He was careful to cause no further pain, trying to stimulate instead. The girl was crying around his cock, and her thighs were still pressed together around his hand, but he felt her clitoris grow hard under his attention.

As the man continued to play, Akane's hips began an involuntary motion, matching his strokes. Her thighs were no longer clenched together so hard. Until she noticed. Then she stilled the motion and tried to pull away from his hand. It didn't work of course. And before long her ass was moving in rhythm with his finger again, and little moans she couldn't hold back were coming out of her mouth around his intruding prick.

As his finger pressed a little into her slick, tight hole, Yamada wondered if it was still sore from her gang rape. Since she hadn't pulled away from the touch, he assumed that the pleasure he was forcing on her was overwhelming any pain which might be present. He wondered how it would feel to have his cock inside that sixteen year old pussy. His initial plan had only called for making her take him in her mouth.

The man's lust started getting the better of him. The fact that the girl was whimpering around his cock instead of sucking on it simply made the decision easier. Pulling out of her mouth, he circled the desk again before she realized what he was about. Yamada grabbed Akane's thighs and pulled her ass to that edge of the desk, then forced her legs apart.

“No!” Akane screamed. “Not again! Please, God, no! Don't!” She tried to lift herself up. Tried to get her hands on him to push him away.

Yamada put his left hand on her right boob and shoved Akane back down to the desk, holding her there. His prick pressed against the slippery folds between her legs.

“Help! Somebody! Rape!” Akane screamed.

“Yell all you want,” Doctor Yamada told her conversationally, pausing in his attack. “This building empties fast after five on a Friday. It's close to six. The only one likely to hear you is the janitor. He's sixty, and I happen to know he's a terrible pervert. If he comes to investigate he'll most likely want to fuck you himself. So scream ... if you want him to join in.”

“Please ... don't do this,” she cried.

In answer Yamada sank himself to the hilt inside Akane's tight, wet cunt. They groaned in unison, each for their own reason. Akane stopped fighting and covered her eyes with a forearm. She knew that there was nothing more she could do, except endure until her new rapist was finished with her. She wondered what she could possibly have done to deserve everything which had happened.

Yamada hadn't felt anything this good in a long time, sliding slowly in and out of the teenage pussy. He lifted the hand which wasn't occupied with holding her down, placed it where they were joined, and resumed his stimulation. The girl under him groaned again at the sensations his fingers aroused, but couldn't get away or do anything to stop him. Yamada took delight in watching her squirm, trying not to moan. He loved the way that her wet heat was gripping his cock as he slowly screwed her on the desktop.

Akane lay there, filled with conflict. She hated this man for what he had done, taking advantage of her trust in order to rape her. The way he had brutalized her at the start, ravaging her mouth and inflicting pain on her breasts, had cemented that hatred. But before that he had almost been another person, treating her gently and soothing the pain from Michio's whipping. Now his fingers were caressing her skillfully, ignoring her useless attempts to push them away, forcing physical pleasure on her just like the boys had done at the end of her rape two days ago.

Akane was beginning to fear that she might have an orgasm, just like that day. If she did, though, this time it would happen during the act of rape itself, while her vagina was filled by a penis. The teenage girl definitely didn't want that to happen, and was desperately trying to suppress her arousal. She tried imagining Kuno naked. Ranma's father. Even Happosai. Although the last made her shudder, none of it helped. She could no longer hold back the moans, and her ass was moving in rhythm with the cock inside her.

The feeling of that cock, of the act of intercourse, was the strangest thing of all for her. It didn't hurt like the original rape. Akane didn't know how to describe to herself how it felt. She was trying hard not to acknowledge that her body was feeling pleasure from the action, but deep down she knew it was true. She hated the man, hated that he was doing this to her, but if it was Ranma instead ... God how Akane wished she could feel Ranma doing this to her!

The doctor, alternately grinning and gritting his teeth in ecstasy, watched his patient lying there on the desk. She was really into it now, he was thinking, moaning and fucking back at him. He eased up a bit with his fingers, not wanting her to come before he did, and was amused to see the girl lift her ass for a moment, as if seeking the missing stimulation. Time to get down to business, he thought. Taking a firmer grip on her thighs, the man began pumping himself vigorously in and out of her cunt.

In resignation, Akane finally accepted that she was about to climax, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. As a way to deal with the mental anguish of that coming event, she tried to imagine that it was Ranma who was doing this to her. Ranma who was standing between her legs. Ranma's cock which was inside her, causing those feelings. Ranma ...

With a crash, her orgasm broke over her. Akane's back arched, lifting her stomach off the desk and pushing herself harder onto Yamada's manhood. Her throat released a raw cry of ecstasy. Her fingers curled and uncurled repeatedly.

The sight pushed Yamada over the edge. With a shouted “Yes!” he rammed himself as far into her as he could. His cock spasmed, pumping his seed deep into the girl, so much of it that he was almost in pain. Several seconds passed before he could finally relax enough to pull back, sliding his now limp member out of her. The doctor watched, transfixed, as a blob of whitish goo built up at her entrance, then trickled down across her ass and dripped to the carpet.

Zipping himself up, Doctor Yamada clinically stated, “I guess I proved my point. You enjoy being fucked, even when you try to pretend that it's rape. It's obvious how much you want it.”

Akane rolled over onto her side, keeping her face hidden. The words cut deep into her. It's not true! she screamed inside. I didn't want it! At the same time, the inexperienced girl was having trouble reconciling this with the fact that she had climaxed — more than that, she had climaxed while she was being raped.

“I ... I didn't want it,” she whispered with a sob. “I c-couldn't help it!”

“I'm a doctor,” Yamada said, lying for his own amusement. “Women don't have orgasms as easily as men. You wouldn't have an orgasm unless you wanted the sex. Unless you enjoyed it.”

Akane shivered, telling herself over and over that this was a lie. Trying to will herself to believe that he was wrong, even though he was a doctor, and so knew a lot more about sex than she did. As a gesture of defiance she exclaimed bitterly, “Fuck you!”

“You already did,” he chortled. He grabbed her and yanked her up unceremoniously. “Now get off my desk before you leak all over it. Go on and get dressed. I need to get your excuse.”

Akane barely paid attention beyond the words “get dressed.” She ran naked for the screen, picking up her panties on the way. There she pulled on her clothes so fast she risked tearing them. Coming out from behind the screen, she ran for the office door.

The doctor's voice from behind her called, “Don't you want your gym excuse, Tendo-san?”

Akane paused with her hand on the door handle. Without that excuse, she was in danger of having everyone at school learn of her weakness. Of having events like this occur continuously. That excuse was her whole reason for being here. To leave without it would mean she had paid this terrible price for nothing. Slowly she turned around, but couldn't bring herself to approach the desk.

He was holding a piece of paper. “It's exactly what we talked about. You want this, don't you?”

Resenting her need with every fiber of her being, Akane nodded. She couldn't stop herself from exclaiming, angrily, “I thought you were Doctor Tofu's friend!”

Her tormentor raised his eyebrows. “More of an acquaintance, really. We got to talking one day, at the hospital, about the effects of certain herbs on heart rhythm. We share a few words in passing now and then, but that's about it.” His face grew serious again.

“A word of warning,” Doctor Yamada told her. “If you mention anything that happened today to Doctor Ono, or to anyone, I will contact the school and tell them that this note is a fake. So you're not going to tell anyone, are you?”

Gritting her teeth, trying not to give her newest rapist the satisfaction of seeing her weep further, Akane shook her head from side to side.

“Good.” He stood up and walked slowly toward her, holding the paper well out in front.

Akane snatched it from him as soon as it was in reach. She spun around, yanked open the door and rushed out into the hall.

Before she could disappear, the doctor called out, smugly, “I'll see you on Friday the 14th next month, at the same time, for your next appointment.”

Akane turned around, glaring. She literally hissed, “If you think for one second I'm coming back here ...”

He interrupted, amused. “You have to. If you read that note, you'll see it mentions the possibility of recovery. It only excuses you for one month. If you don't get it renewed, you'll have to start taking gym classes again.”

Akane stared at the piece of paper as if it might bite her.

“Wear something sexy when you come back,” Yamada said with a smile. “And just so we're clear, you're going to have appointments with me late on a Friday afternoon once each month. And at every one of those appointments, I'll only write you the new note after you spread your legs for me. Have a nice day, and I'll see you in December!”

She was now staring at Doctor Yamada in horror. The sight of him was cut off as he closed the door in her face. Trying to catch her breath, Akane folded the slip of paper and put it in her bag. She left the waiting room slowly, her mind in a fog. She descended the stairs, and exited through the main door. Walking toward home, her pace gradually increased. Before long she was running full out, her short hair whipping around her ears, her tears sliding off the back of her cheeks to fall to the sidewalk behind her.

Sitting in the furo that night, Akane had her arms wrapped around her knees, pressing her legs close to her chest. She was trying to come to terms with the catastrophic wreck her life had become, and not succeeding very well. The doctor to whom she had gone for help had raped her. She wondered if there was any man alive to whom she would ever again dare to reveal her condition. Well, there was one, come to think of it. Ranma. Suffering from the weakness moxibustion himself, he at least ought to understand part of what she was going through. Whether he would ever accept that she was no longer pure was another question.

At least the experience at the doctor's office hadn't left her so horribly sore again. As near as Akane could tell, her privates hurt about as much right now as they had when she woke up that morning. Her bottom was hurting her a lot more just at the moment, although it was bearable. Hopefully she could avoid any further attacks for the rest of the weekend, and have a chance to finish recovering.

She had thought and thought about the circumstances in which she was trapped, her mind going in circles. Seeking any way out. Well, there was one fairly obvious way out. But despite how terrible things were right now, Akane found herself reluctant to take her own life. She needed something else, some plan which would stop these beasts in their tracks. Some plan which would leave them unable to publish the photographs and so ruin her life. Some plan which would exact a terrible revenge upon them.

But no matter how hard she tried to come up with such a plan, she was unable to think of anything. Which meant, for the time being at least, it seemed that she had no choice except to suffer these violations.

Akane shivered at the thought of the word “violation.” She knew what was coming next week. Having given her the chance to heal, the vermin who had started this would insist on sex. Intercourse. And she would have no choice except to give in.

She had thought about that a lot as well. She wanted to fight them. Beat them into bloody pulps. Tear them limb from limb. But she couldn't. Whatever she might wish would happen, wishing alone wasn't going to achieve anything, and Akane didn't want to find herself on the receiving end of Michio's belt ever again. And that meant, no matter how much she hated the thought, that she would have to cooperate. She would have to do as she was told. She would have to submit to their lusts and sick perversions.

This didn't mean she had to enjoy it. In fact, Akane promised herself that she would despise every minute of everything they made her do. She wouldn't even bother to hide it — well, maybe, if they threatened to punish her. She thought the latter unlikely. Most of them would probably take sick pleasure in seeing how much she hated what they were doing to her. Except maybe that disgusting sleaze Michio. So ... she would do as she was told, while hating it all the while, and letting them see her hatred.

But giving in didn't mean giving up. She was going to continue looking for a way out. They might have her trapped for the moment. They might be able to command her to surrender to their perverted lusts for now. But one day she was going to find a way to turn the tables. One day they were going to discover the terrible price they would pay for what they had done. That thought helped to sustain her, to keep her sane while accepting what she would let them do.

Akane just hoped her body wouldn't betray her again, like this afternoon. If she had to allow herself to be raped, she didn't want her body to take pleasure in it. Their abuse of her should involve nothing but suffering, plain and simple. Akane climbed out of the tub, reaching for her towel. While drying she ordered herself, sternly, to pay more attention to her reactions from now on, and never let herself get aroused by anything those assholes did ever again.

Akane was on her hands and knees on the roof of the school, stark naked. One boy knelt behind her, his cock thrusting in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Another boy knelt in front of her, and she was sucking hard on his prick, feeling it slide over her tongue as she moved her mouth back and forth along it. The other five were gathered around, having already taken their pleasure or waiting their turns.

She was working frantically, knowing that class was due to start any minute, and all of the boys would insist on taking her in both the mouth and cunt before they released her. She was using her lips and tongue as best she could on one cock, while rocking her hips urgently to stimulate the other. The one in front pulled out and sprayed his cum on her face, after which he was immediately replaced by another boy. The one behind lasted several more strokes before filling her with his load, and then he, too, was replaced.

For some reason the day was not at all cold — a lucky thing for the nude girl. In fact the sun was quite bright, which had the side effect of making her feel all the more exposed. As she worked hard to make two more boys cum, a flash of light signaled that another photograph had been taken. Somewhere above her a voice said coolly, “Five minutes.”

More jism coated her face; it seemed that none of them wanted her to swallow any today. Some of the boys behind were also pulling out. As a result, not only did she have semen leaking out from inside her, but more had been directly plastered on her ass, thighs, and even in her pubic hair.

“Two minutes.”

The boy behind her grunted, shooting his cum along the crack of her ass, and another entered her pussy. The boy in front dumped one more load all over her face, and no one took his place.

“One minute.”

Akane redoubled her efforts, slamming her ass back to meet the boy's thrusts, wondering how she was ever going to have enough time to dress. At last he yanked himself out, and she felt more gunk landing on her mound and thighs. He stood up, quickly doing his pants. There was one last flash from the camera, recording her defiled state.

“Let's run!” the leader called out. “We've only got half a minute.” Their feet pounded through the door and down the staircase.

Akane leapt to her feet in panic, looking around frantically. Her panic shot up by an order of magnitude when she saw no sign of her uniform, or any of her clothing. Naked she ran this way and that across the bare roof, but found nothing. Knowing that there was no time to spare, she grabbed the door, but it failed to open. Akane pulled and pulled, but it seemed to be stuck fast.

Almost ready to have a heart attack, she took a closer look at the door. She finally saw the sign which read, “Please use other entrance,” together with an arrow. Looking to the side, she saw the other door. Grabbing it she pulled it open easily, running inside and jumping down the staircase.

But I don't remember the tower having two doors, she thought to herself, puzzled even in her panic.

Unable to find any sign of her clothes, Akane did the only thing she could and ran to her classroom. Or she tried to. For some reason she could barely move her legs, and found herself running in slow motion. Through the halls of the school. Naked. With semen all over her.

Just as the classroom door came into sight, the bell finally rang, signaling the start of the period. Not knowing what else to do, Akane opened the door and walked in, trying to act as if nothing at all odd was going on. Everyone, literally everyone, was staring at her. Every boy in the class broke into spontaneous applause.

“If you're through showing off, Tendo-san,” the teacher said, “perhaps you would step up to the front of the room?”

Akane walked up an aisle between desks where her classmates sat, knowing that the boys were enjoying the sight, especially the sway of her cum covered ass cheeks. She walked up to the blackboard, then turned around to face the class. Her hands were clasped behind her back. Akane had no idea why she wasn't covering herself. Every eye in the room was trained on her nude body, noting the dripping residue of spunk coating her face, her pubic hair and her thighs.

She was certain that her face was bright red.

“Would you care to explain why you were late, Tendo-san?” the teacher asked.

“I ... I'd rather not,” Akane admitted quietly.

The man crossed his arms and rephrased the question as a command. “Tell the class why your were late, Tendo-san.”

Akane obeyed the teacher. “I was late getting to class because I was busy on the roof being fucked by several boys. The last one came less than a minute before the bell.”

The girls in the class tittered, while the boys all drooled.

“Is that all you were doing?” drawled the teacher, just a little lasciviously.

“Er, no,” Akane was forced to confess. “I also gave blowjobs to all of them. But they came on my face instead of letting me swallow.”

Everyone in the class laughed at her, and Akane blushed even more hotly as she realized how that had sounded.

The teacher shook his head and sighed. “In future, try not to let your extracurricular activities interfere with class time. Please apologize to the class for causing a disturbance by being late for such a reason.”

Akane bent her head forward slightly, casting her eyes down. The movement caused some drops of semen to fall off of her face onto the floor, and she focused her gaze on the wet spots. “I'm very sorry for wasting everyone's time by being late, just because I was busy getting fucked and giving blowjobs. I promise I'll try to finish sooner next time.”

“Very well,” the teacher said, looking stern. “But you still must be punished. Come over here and bend over the desk.”

Biting her lower lip, Akane stepped around to the front of the desk, then turned her back to the class. Bending over, she lay her front across the desk and took hold of the further edge. The teenage girl was achingly aware that this put her pussy on display for all of her classmates. As if to emphasize her shame, she felt a blob of jism ooze out of her passage and slide down over her clit.

With nervous eyes, she watched the teacher pick up a ruler at the blackboard, then march around behind her. She trembled at the thought that the entire class was about to watch her get a spanking on her naked bottom, during which all of her most private parts would be completely on display. The fact that everything was covered in spunk was just the icing on the cake.

The ruler swished through the air. It struck her ass with a sharp crack. Akane jumped at the impact ...

... and found herself jumping out of bed and landing on the floor. She blinked several times, reorienting herself, recognizing her bedroom. The dream started to fade, in the way that dreams do, although she still remembered most of it quite well. It was a pretty disturbing memory, to say the least.

Akane slowly picked herself up off the floor and sat on her bed. As she did so, she could not help but notice that her pussy had that special moist feeling. She buried her face in her hands. Oh God, she mourned, now my own dreams are molesting me! What more could go wrong?.

Taking note of the time, she decided that she might as well get up. Remembering that today was Saturday, Akane took what little comfort she could in the knowledge that there were two days to go before she had to return to school.

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