Moxibustion Violation 5

Chapter 5

“I'm home!” the voice called, echoing through the house.

Kasumi, Akane and Soun came running. Even Genma trudged along behind. “Nabiki!” the first three cried out on seeing the girl.

“Hey! I've only been gone four days!” she exclaimed, laughing, trying to extricate herself from the multiple hugs.

“Even so, it was much too long,” her father said tearfully.

“You'd better get used to it, Daddy,” his middle daughter said cryptically. “Now if you don't mind, I want to dump my suitcases in my room and get changed.”

A little later everyone gathered around the dinner table, preparing to eat. Kasumi turned to her younger sister and asked, “Did you enjoy yourself at the convention?”

“Better than you can guess,” Nabiki replied with a smile. “It went great. Really, really great. Something wonderful happened and I've been trying to think ever since of how to break the news, but so far I haven't figured it out.” She gave a small, compressed smile after saying that.

The others looked at her with raised eyebrows. Genma remarked, “Since you must now explain what you mean, it sounds to me like you just found a way.”

Nabiki laughed, sounding uncharacteristically cheerful given there seemed no immediate prospect of blackmailing someone. “I suppose you're right,” she admitted. “Okay then. There was a contest at the convention. The goal was to come up with a marketing scheme for a new style of ultrathin cell phone. And ... I ... won!” Her smile went from one side of her face to the other.

“Congratulations daughter!” Soun said, happy for her. “How large is the prize?”

Nabiki's features took on an extremely mischievous look. “The prize wasn't monetary. Or not mostly. Just enough to cover travel and some other incidental expenses.”

“Travel?” Akane asked. “Where?”

“To America,” she answered calmly, causing the others to drop their jaws. “The prize was a couple of scholarships. The first to finish high school at an extremely prestigious — and private — school in the northeast there. The second to attend Harvard University. This is my ticket to the big time, and I'm grabbing on with both hands!”

“But ... but ...” wailed her father, the first to recover his voice. “Tokyo University is an excellent school! And it's right here! You can't possibly go so far away! We'll never see you!”

Nabiki sighed, but kept her smile in place. “I was going away someday anyway, Father. Face it, it's hard for a woman to succeed here. I'll have much better opportunities in America. And Harvard will be the best possible stepping stone to win those opportunities. Sure, Todai is an excellent school, but it won't get my foot into the door in as many places, admission isn't guaranteed, and I'd still need to come up with the tuition. I've already got the Harvard scholarship, which will pay my way in full.” She saw that this argument did indeed have an effect. “It will also give me a chance to perfect my English before I get my degree.”

“Will we ... will we ever see you again?” Akane asked in a small voice.

Nabiki gave her little sister an unusually gentle smile. “I'm sure I can come back to visit from time to time. Say every other year or so. Maybe more often once I strike it rich.”

Kasumi was still trying to recover from her own shock. Her words emerged slowly as she inquired, “When will you be leaving?”

Nabiki sighed again, knowing this wouldn't go over well. “Two weeks,” she told them flatly.

“That's impossible!” her father declared, voice raised. “The school term hasn't even ended!”

His daughter shrugged. “That hardly matters. As of now I'm no longer attending Furinkan. I'll withdraw officially tomorrow. I need to get to the states well before the New Year. They plan to give me some intensive tutoring so I can start attending classes in January. Tutoring in stuff like conversational English, just to name one.”

His voice ponderous, Genma said, “I thought that school you've been going to taught English to all of you already. What have you been learning all of these years?”

Nabiki gave him a look. “Let's just say that they don't teach us to speak English in a way that a native speaker would understand. In any case, I've already got tickets for a flight that leaves in two weeks. I'm going to need every spare second between now and then getting everything ready to go. There's really nothing more that Furinkan can give me, so it doesn't make any sense to waste so many hours out of each day. In any case, I've already made up my mind.”

Soun crossed his arms. “You're not going, and that's final.”

Needless to say, that's where the argument began rather than where it ended. Nabiki was implacable. Nothing that her father said moved her, and any pleas made by Kasumi or Akane were ineffective since they were torn between reluctance to let their sister go and happiness for her good fortune. In the end, Soun started wearing down under the point Nabiki repeatedly made that her college tuition would be completely covered under this plan, which would certainly not be the case if she stayed in Japan.

Technically, Soun had not yet given in when they declared a cease fire and went to bed, but it was clear to everyone else that he had lost. In any case, Nabiki would not be going to school in the morning, and would be starting her preparations to move away.

Monday morning when Akane awoke it was hard, terribly hard, to pull herself out of her bed. For two solid days she had been unmolested in any way. The end of that period of peace was now at hand. Akane had a pretty good idea of what was in store for her today, and desperately wanted to avoid it. She wasn't very good at pretending to be sick, though, as she'd already proven the last time she tried. It also didn't take any stretch of genius to guess that skipping school would be a really bad idea once the boys caught up with her. Which left her, or so she saw it, with no choice whatsoever.

Thus she found herself walking down the street toward school, wearing her uniform, every step bringing her closer to her doom. She was early enough to be certain there would be a good half hour and more to spare before the first bell. Akane had no intention of giving the evil Michio an excuse to repeat Friday's punishment.

What was troubling her most was that she had been subconsciously expecting Nabiki to be walking beside her. Her sister's presence would have been a shield of sorts, one for which Michio and his cronies couldn't blame her, and which might well give them pause insofar as attempting anything. However, Nabiki wasn't with her, and wouldn't be coming to school with her any more. The loss of that possible protection, which Akane hadn't even realized she'd been relying upon, had left the girl feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than she might have felt otherwise.

When Akane reached her locker, her stomach flipped over to see Michio leaning against the opposite wall. There were other students in the hall, but his index finger pointed unobtrusively down the hall from underneath his crossed arms, held where only she could see. He started walking down the hall before she closed the locker, and she followed reluctantly after.

Unsurprised, Akane saw the boy walk boldly into the Nurse's office once more. She waited a few seconds until no one was looking, and slipped through the door behind him. Akane very carefully locked the door, knowing that whatever was coming, she didn't want to risk the possibility of any unexpected spectators.

“It's nice to see you again, Tendo-san,” Michio said, cheerfully enough.

Akane grimaced, then asked rather nastily, “Aren't the other bastards getting jealous? You seem to be getting more than your fair share.”

He grinned, unperturbed. “It was my idea. I get extra privileges. And there are other reasons. But don't worry, they're going to get their turns. Old ‘Voodoo Spike’ is scheduled to have fun with you at lunch, and Katsuo and Tanjiro will be seeing you after school.”

Akane looked down, absorbing the news that they had worked out a schedule for their use of her. Fairly frequent use from the sound of things. It was so damned demeaning to know they thought of her as a piece of property, communal property which they had to share among themselves. It was even worse to acknowledge that this was little more than the unvarnished truth. Until she could find some way out of this, she was little more than their property, to do with as they pleased.

“What now?” she asked, still looking down. She thought she knew the answer to that question.

Thus his response surprised her right down to her toes. “Come over here and kiss me,” Michio said.

Akane's head shot up, staring at him. He was smiling grimly, but looked perfectly serious. Kiss him? She'd rather kiss a snake.

Michio's smile disappeared on seeing that she only stood there, making no move to obey. His words came out soft, dangerous, “Have you already forgotten what a bad idea it is to piss me off, Tendo?”

Akane shook herself. She looked around. “You ... you wouldn't dare! There are people outside in the hall. The secretaries are in the office on the other side of that wall.” She pointed. “People would hear!”

The boy sighed for her obtuseness. “Of course I can't whip you in here, you dumb bimbo. If I have to punish you, I'll have to wait until after school. You got any idea what sort of mood I'll be in by the time it happens?” He gave her a hard look. “Is that really what you want?”

Akane swallowed heavily, suddenly frightened instead of merely apprehensive. She found it very easy to imagine him giving her a whipping far worse than the one he'd given her Friday. She shook her head from side to side in small movements.

Michio's lips turned up, but it wasn't yet a smile. “Then you'd better get your ass over here and kiss me. Now.”

Akane walked over to him slowly, as if she was being dragged. The idea of feeling his lips on hers made her want to vomit. The sane part of herself was demanding to know what her problem was. After all, her mouth had already touched a much worse part of him than his lips, more than once. But the more emotional part was having a great deal of trouble dealing with the idea.

When Akane paused in front of him, Michio took the time to say, “Make sure it's a real kiss. I'd better feel the passion. If you just press your mouth to mine and then just stand there like a dead fish, you're going to regret it.”

Trembling despite her attempt to keep it under control, Akane stepped right up to him, then lifted up onto her toes. Putting her hands on his sides for balance, she slowly moved her face closer to his. Her lips paused a centimeter short of contact, as she mustered the courage to complete this task. Finally, Akane moved forward and pressed against him.

For the first few seconds she couldn't bring herself to do anything more. But his warning about a ‘dead fish’ still rang freshly in her ears. Despising him for making her do this, Akane began moving her lips, trying to figure out the mechanics of what a kiss should be like.

It occurred to Akane, distressingly, that Michio had just stolen another of her virginities. He had taken her true virginity. He had been the first to use her mouth for his pleasure. Now he was her first passionate kiss — simulated passion at least — and even worse he had made her initiate it. Akane nearly wept at the thought that now there was one fewer act which Ranma could perform with her before some other boy stole the possibility from them.

Michio put his hand behind her head, holding Akane in place. Then she felt his tongue on her lips. She couldn't pull back, and his tongue easily forced its way past her clenched lips and then past her equally clenched teeth. At that point it began exploring the inside of her mouth, wrestling with her own tongue against her will. She tried to use her tongue to push his out of her mouth, which of course she couldn't. But the pressure she was trying to apply meant that when his own tongue did retreat, hers followed under the sudden loss of resistance, and for a moment Akane's tongue was in his mouth.

She pulled her tongue back instantly, and when his hand released her head Akane jumped away from him, spitting. Luckily for her, Michio was merely amused rather than offended.

“You bastard!” she hissed.

“Not true,” he told her, still smiling. “My mother and father were legally married long before I was born. However, for calling me names you will bend over that bed, raise your skirt, lower your underpants, and ask me to spank you.”

Akane went red in the face, furious. She wanted to punch him soooo badly. With an effort she reined the emotion in. Akane reminded herself of the decision she had already made. Until she could find a way out of this mess, she had to do as they said. Even this? she demanded of herself, angry and unhappy. But the answer came back, Yes, even this.

Akane turned and walked over to the indicated bed. Reaching up under her skirt, she pulled her underpants down onto her thighs. She pulled the skirt up above her bottom in back, then lay her front down across the bed. Taking a breath, she asked, in a voice calm enough to surprise even her, “Would you please spank me?”

Michio walked over, amazed — and a trifle disappointed — that he had not needed to exert any further pressure. Lifting his arm, he swatted first one ass cheek and then the other, leaving a red handprint on each. The boy did not dare give her more, as her earlier point about people overhearing was well founded. He thought about simply fucking her then and there, but he wanted a little something else first.

Stepping back he said, “Stay in that position, Akane-chan. Now I have a question, and I suggest you think carefully about the answer.” A moment's pause, and then he asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Akane hesitated, but knew the only answer he would accept. “Yes,” she answered.

Michio sighed. Training his toy was proving to be quite a chore. He stepped forward and slapped her ass again, causing her to yelp, then returned to his position. “Questions like that are never answered just by saying ‘yes,’ my little cocktease. You answer by saying, ‘Yes, I want you to fuck me.’ Now, let's try again. Do you want me to fuck you?”

Akane gritted her teeth, then forced herself to relax. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

Michio nodded. “Do you really, really need me to fuck you, right now?”

She focused on the opposite wall. “Yes, I really, really need you to fuck me, right now.”

Michio grinned, and twisted the knife. “Do you really, really need me to fuck you, right now, because you're nothing but a dirty, little slut?”

Akane fought her breathing back under control, feeling moisture gather in her eyes. “Yes, I really, really need you to fuck me, right now, because I-I'm ... nothing but a dirty, little slut.”

“Then I suggest you strip off those clothes and get back in that position. And hurry it up. We don't have all the time in the world, you know.”

Akane did know, and was secretly hoping that they'd run out of time because of his stupid perversions. However, she started moving faster when he drawled, “If you don't get your ass in gear, I'm going to give it a beating this afternoon.”

Her clothes were quickly dumped in a pile on the bed's pillow, and then she bent back over the bed. Waiting to be raped once more. When she felt something touch her pussy, Akane flinched, sure they he was about to press himself within. After a few seconds, though, she realized it was just his fingers.

“You're dry, you stupid slut,” he complained. “What kind of slut has a dry twat when she knows she's about to be fucked?”

Akane just lay there, not knowing what answer to give. Or whether any answer was expected. It wasn't like he could expect her to magically get wet down there just because he wanted to screw her.

Michio sighed loudly and dramatically. “From now on, you always make sure you're ready when you know a guy is planning to fuck you. Now stick a hand down there and play with yourself until you're nice and wet.”

Akane jumped up instead, spinning around to face him, furious. She was literally shaking in rage. “Never!” she spat through her teeth. “You can go to hell!”

“Tendo ...,” he started warningly.

“Whip me all you want!” Akane told him, the words tripping over one another as they rushed out. “Whip me until my ass bleeds! I will never do ... that ... while you watch, just for your sick pleasure.”

Michio leaned closer, studying her, seeing that pain or the threat of pain was not the right lever to use right now. He leaned even closer, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to look up at the ceiling, as his mouth moved beside her ear. “How would you like your Dad to get an envelope in the mail? With a photo inside? Maybe showing you sucking away on my cock, hmm? Or naked, in the middle of an orgasm, with some prick coming all over your face? Do you want your daddy to see what kind of a slut he has for a daughter?”

Akane's knees went weak, and she only remained upright by the tight grip he had on her hair. She was crying as she said, “You s-said y-you wouldn't ... sh-show them ... to ...”

Michio interrupted her. “What I said, my little brainless bimbo, is that we wouldn't post those photographs on the internet as long as you didn't tell anyone about any of this. I never said anything about showing one or two of them to your father if you decide to be fucking stupid enough to defy me even after I punish you.” He forced her head around to look him in the eye. “Now what's it gonna be? Play with yourself? Or let Daddy see what you're really like?”

Akane thought she had surrendered before. She hadn't, she now saw. She had still resisted her attacker. She had still been unwilling to give him what he wanted because it was humiliating. But now ... she dropped to her knees, and this time Michio released her hair and let her fall. Akane sobbed quietly. In her mind's eye she saw the image of her father opening an envelope, and pulling out such a picture. The thought of not merely being thrown out of her house — in a way she could accept that — but of having her father believe her to be a slut for the rest of his life ... that she couldn't handle. Akane knew now that she had to truly surrender. That there could be no more defiance, no refusal of this demon's evil demands. Unless she could find some way to escape completely, she would have to act as if she were his property, his and the others, and give in to his demands, whatever they were.

Which meant starting right now. He wanted to screw her before class, she knew, and time was running short. Slowly Akane climbed back to her feet, fighting back the tears, scrubbing at her face with the back of her hand. “I'll do what you want,” she said hoarsely.

He got up close to her face. “Say ‘Please may this slut finger her pussy to get it wet enough for your cock?’”

Akane closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again. “Please may this slut finger her pussy to get it wet enough for your cock?”

Michio grinned in victory. “Sounds good to me. Lie back on that bed, on your back. Spread your legs as wide as you can, to give me a good show. Then get busy with your fingers.”

Akane followed his instructions emotionlessly. As she moved her legs wide apart, her labia opened up, giving the boy standing before her an excellent view of her pussy. Breathing steadily to control herself, she put a hand between her legs and started stroking lightly. Her face burned red with shame, but she continued the familiar, gentle motion.

The problem was, nothing was happening. The ache of performing this act as a form of entertainment was too strong to leave room for arousal from physical stimulation alone. Akane's eyes glanced at the clock, watching the second hand sweep around. She wasn't sure what would happen if she didn't manage to get wet, but she was fairly sure she wouldn't like it. In desperation Akane closed her eyes to the sight of the monster in front of her, and thought of Ranma.

That brought the first twinge of pleasure. Akane focused on him like a talisman, imagining that he was touching her like this ... that he had kissed her, their tongues dancing together ... that soon he would slip inside her and they would make love, giving and taking pleasure together. The teenager felt herself dampen, and before long there was a slight squishing sound as her finger moved between her pink folds.

“That was a great show, Akane-chan!” Michio gloated, jarring her out of the fantasy. “Now stand back up and bend over the bed.”

Following orders, Akane slid off the bed and turned around. Bending over, she lay her front on the mattress. She placed her feet a little apart, thinking of her own comfort, since she knew she couldn't prevent him from forcing himself into her.

Michio had his own eye on the clock, so didn't bother with any further mind games. He had already dropped his pants. Kicking Akane's feet wide apart, he placed his cock at her dripping entrance. For the second time in his life, he slowly, ecstatically, pushed his long rod deep into Akane's cunt.

Akane once again felt the strange sensation of having her insides stuffed with a rock hard prick. It felt a lot like when the doctor raped her on Friday afternoon, although a little different as well, in a way she couldn't define to herself. Of course, it felt greatly different from last Wednesday, when she'd been in agony from having her virginity ripped away from her.

The high school girl was pushed forward and back on the bed a little with each stroke of the shaft in her pussy. More importantly, she felt the motion tug lightly on her recently stimulated clitoris. Combined with the undeniably pleasurable physical sensation of fullness, Akane realized that her arousal was climbing again. She struggled to fight it down, promising herself that she would never again climax while being raped. It was a losing battle, though. All too soon she was getting close to the her peak, and Akane was forced to accept the bitter knowledge that she was going to come, again, while a rapist was using her. With the orgasm only seconds away, she pretended that the cock inside her belonged to Ranma.

Michio suddenly stiffened and shot a large load of cum into Akane's cunt. He pulled out immediately, still dripping, and held Akane down so she couldn't stand right away. After seeing nothing for a few seconds, the boy stuck a finger up Akane's hole and wiggled it around, pulling it back out. A little of his cum came with it, extending to hang from her in a long thread, before it broke free and fell to the floor.

Akane hadn't even tried to stand. She was lying there in shock, moments from an orgasm which had been denied her. The shock came from the fact that when he pulled out, for just a moment she had wished desperately that Ranma would shove his cock back into her so she could come. Then she had remembered whose cock it was, and had barely kept herself from screaming at the idea that she could have had such a thought. The hell of it was, she was still incredibly aroused, part of her wanting to put her hand between her legs and push herself over the edge on which she hung balanced.

Michio was pulling on his pants. Looking over at his victim still lying across the bed, he suggested acidly, “Stop daydreaming about my cock and get yourself dressed, Tendo-san. The bell will ring in a few minutes. Oh, and before you leave, make sure to clean up the spunk that dripped on the floor.”

Akane jumped up, wanting to shout at him that it wasn't his cock she was daydreaming about, but she didn't dare. At the same time, Michio pulled a curtain across between the bed and door, not wanting anyone to see her and end his game, then opened the door and left the room.

Trying not to think about what she'd just done, Akane pulled her clothes on hurriedly. When a feeling of dampness seeped between her legs, she grabbed a sanitary pad from the nurse's supplies, pulled her panties back down, and stuck it on. Collecting a paper towel, she cleaned up the spots on the floor, ignoring as best she could her knowledge of what it was. At long last she picked up her schoolbag and fled down the hall toward the classroom.

Akane fidgeted all through her morning classes. It wasn't just the things that Michio had done to her that morning, although that was reason enough in itself to be restless. But the orgasm she had only barely missed was frustrating, like an itch she couldn't scratch. And it didn't matter one bit that intellectually she was quite happy that she hadn't come while the asshole had been screwing her.

At lunch time Akane found herself following Hikaru as soon as she finished her bento. Like Takeo last week, he led her up to the roof, which he quickly checked was deserted. Finishing his circle of the tower, he requested, “Would you please get undressed, Akane-san?”.

Akane looked at him pleadingly. “You're not like them, Gosunkugi-kun. I know you're not. Please don't do this to me.”

Hikaru smiled at her. “If you want to talk, I don't mind. But undress while you do it. Or I'll have to tell Yuzuki-kun.”

Akane swallowed, and began removing her clothes. While she did so, Hikaru started talking.

“It was the other six of them who decided to do this to you, you know. I wasn't part of their plans. Not until they decided they needed someone for something else.”

“The photographs,” Akane said bitterly, pulling the jumper over her head.

“Um, yeah, that,” Hikaru prevaricated. “I suppose they could have picked someone else, but they picked me. When they told me, I tried to run away. As you could probably guess, they caught me. Then they started telling me what they'd do to me if I didn't cooperate. I, uh, saw the wisdom of going along with it.”

“I seem to remember you participating,” she said bitingly, unbuttoning her shirt.

“Do you think I had a choice?” Hikaru asked, raising an eyebrow. Inwardly he was utterly amazed at how confidently he was speaking to none other than Akane Tendo. He wasn't stuttering or stumbling over his words at all! He felt more sure of himself, and unquestionably he no longer saw Akane as standing on some unreachable pedestal.

He continued his explanation while her shirt fell to the roof. “You probably don't remember, but I didn't help beat you with the belt. It was only the other six. But they'd never have let me get away without, uh, you know ... oh, dammit, it's no use beating around the bush ... without raping you. They wouldn't have had enough hold over me. They'd have been afraid I might go to the police. After that, I was in it as deep as they were.”

“I don't see any of them forcing you right now,” Akane pointed out, glaring. “You've already raped me. So why are you making me do this now?” She unhooked her bra.

Hikaru gave her a sad smile. “Got a taste for it. I guess I'm addicted now. I suppose you'll probably hate me for what I'm doing, what I'm going to do — but, you know what, it doesn't change anything. I'm still going to do it. The only thing I can promise is that I'll try not to hurt you. I'm going to make you say and do things you don't want to do, but I won't do anything like what they did with the belt Wednesday.”

“Should I thank you?” Akane asked in scorn, dropping her panties to the roof and standing naked in front of him. “You're as perverted as they are. Just not as vicious.”

Hikaru tilted his head. “I think you're wrong about that. I think I may be more perverted than they are. Most of them ... frankly they're not too smart. Yuzuki-kun is, is a nasty sort of way. I'm kind of looking forward to the two of us finding out just how big a pervert I can be.”

Looking around he said, “The roof will be too rough for you to lie on your back. Here ...” He pulled off his pants, and lay them on the roof. Then he placed her jumper parallel to the slacks, leaving a space of about sixty centimeters between them. “Get on your hands and knees. Put your left hand and knee on my pants, and your right hand and knee on your uniform. That should make it a little more comfortable.”

Akane gazed at her classmate, puzzled that a rapist would have any concern for her comfort. She moved to obey him, ignoring the temptation to refuse. There was too much chance he would tattle to Michio if she didn't do what he said, which meant that she didn't dare do anything else. She knelt there, ass pointed in his direction, waiting for him to begin.

When she felt the first feathery touch on her privates, Akane assumed he was about to enter her. She was still somewhat moist from earlier, and hoped that would ease the penetration enough. She remembered Michio's command, of course, but if Hikaru wasn't going to ask her to do so, she certainly had no intention of masturbating in front of him. As the light touch continued, Akane begin to realize that it felt rather weird, not like anything she'd felt before. She craned her head around for a look.

“What are you doing?!” Akane gasped in surprise.

The boy lifted his head from her crotch. “I didn't think you were wet enough. I'm helping you get ready. I learned about this sort of thing on the, uh, internet. Am I doing it wrong?”

“You were licking me?!” she asked, still struggling with disbelief. Akane had heard about such things, of course, but had never believed a boy would really want to do such a thing to a girl. Let alone when said boy could make said girl do anything he ordered.

“Yes,” he admitted, still trying to determine if he'd messed up somehow. “You don't want it to hurt when I put myself in, do you? I'm, uh, a little larger than most boys. I thought I ought to make sure you were wet enough. It's supposed to feel good for the girl. Was I doing it wrong?”

Akane wasn't sure what to think or what to say. She had accepted the fact that the boys were going to screw her, and it would probably hurt most of the time. Yet here Hikaru was, planning to screw her, yes, but trying to keep it from hurting. And what he'd been doing ...

Akane closed her eyes. “You, uh, weren't doing it wrong. I don't think.”

Hikaru put his mouth back to her pussy, and Akane quickly found herself squirming under the sensations caused by his tongue. After a while she remembered she wasn't supposed to feel good because of something one of these boys did to her, and tried to imagine Ranma doing this instead. For some reason the image kept switching to Ranma in his cursed form.

Eventually Hikaru pulled back, noticing that Akane was panting. “It feels like you're plenty wet,” he told her. “Lunch period won't last forever.”

“Go ahead,” she said, resigned. Telling herself she definitely did not regret that he had stopped. “Get it over with.”

“I'm afraid it's not going to be like that, Akane-san,” the young man behind her said quietly. “Ever since last Wednesday I've been thinking about something ... some things Michio said. Some things you said.”

“I don't understand,” Akane whispered.

Hikaru moved up beside her, kneeling, putting his glistening face close to her ear. “I want you to say, ‘Please fuck my horny cunt with your huge cock, Gosunkugi-sama.’”

Akane wanted to scream. She shivered instead. A moment ago Hikaru had said he was more perverted than most of the boys. As far as she was concerned, he had just proven it — or at least that he was as perverted as Michio. He'd always seemed such a ... a ... nervous, quiet boy before. How had he ...

“I'm waiting,” he whispered, interrupting her thoughts.

Akane had to remind herself of her decision this morning that she had to truly surrender. That she had to give in to their demands, all of them. If she tried to say no to Hikaru, and he complained to Michio, and Michio carried out that terrifying threat he had made ...

“Please ...” Her voice was too hoarse, the word barely getting past her lips. Akane cleared her throat, and wet her lips with her tongue. A little more loudly now, she said, “Please fuck my horny cunt with your huge cock, Gosunkugi-sama.”

“Damn that sounded nice, Akane-san,” Hikaru breathed with elation. “Now say, ‘I've wanted you to fuck me since the beginning of the school year, from the first day I saw you. I'm very sorry I didn't offer you my virginity a long time ago.’”

Trying not to think about the words coming from her mouth, Akane repeated the sentences exactly.

Then she was forced to say, “I was so happy that your cock was the one in my mouth when I had that mind-blowing orgasm Wednesday. Of course, the real reason I came was because you were letting me suck your cock.”

This was followed by, “Thank you for taking all of those photographs of me. It made me so hot to think of you capturing those images of me acting like a slut.”

Next came, “God, I'm so horny, Gosunkugi-sama. Please, please fuck me, and cum in my pussy, and let me lick your cock clean afterward!”

Akane couldn't believe the ridiculous crap he was making her say, wondering when he was going to stop playing and get down to screwing her. But the only thing she said was to repeat the things he wanted to hear. She didn't want to contemplate the possible consequences of disobedience. Saying those things made her feel dirty, unclean, but no doubt that was exactly what appealed to his perverted desires. For some reason he, just like that bastard Michio, got off on making her say such things, debasing herself like that. Regardless, it didn't matter. She said what she was told to say.

In the end Hikaru knelt behind her and slowly eased his large prick into Akane's sopping wet cunt. It went in centimeter by gradual centimeter, and just like last time a significant fraction was left outside at the end. By the time he reached the end, Akane had dropped to her elbows, ass in the air, groaning. She felt considerably more full than when either Doctor Yamada or Michio had taken her.

Then he began his slow, steady screwing. As his thick meat slid in and out of her, it pulled at her lips. Bolts of electricity flowed across her clitoris to accompany that stuffed feeling she had, which was moving back and forth within her. Combined with the way she'd felt all morning, and with what Hikaru had done to her a little while ago, Akane was shocked to discover that she was building up rapidly to an orgasm already. Once again she tried to deal with it by imagining it was Ranma doing this to her.

Hikaru gave a superior, confident grin at the effect he was having on his long time crush. Her pussy made a sloshing sound each time his massive tool pushed into her. She was moaning nonstop. She had lowered her front even further, her elbows out wide, her face nearly touching the roof. Her ass shoved back to meet each of his thrusts. Her moans were now rising in pitch, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God ...”

Hikaru pulled back, popping free from her snatch. Akane's ass shoved back, again and again, her pussy mindlessly seeking his organ.

Leaning forward, the boy asked, “Do you want to cum, Akane-san?”

I have to give him what he wants, Akane told herself, mind clouded with her need. “Yes!” she exclaimed aloud. “Please make me cum!”

Trying not to go insane from his own lust, Hikaru said, “Then tell me just how big a slut you are, and convince me that you want me to keep fucking you.”

I have to be obedient, Akane reminded herself, mind fogged and ass pushing back. I have to ... do what he says. How big? What do I say?

Just to make sure her pussy didn't think it was forgotten, Hikaru let his finger trace lightly over her folds and her clitoris. He gently dipped the tips of his fingers into her hole. Akane wiggled her ass around unconsciously, trying to get more.

God, I need to cum, Akane wailed mentally. “I ... I'm a huge slut, Gosunkugi-sama. I ... I always have been. I ... didn't want people to know. But I'm probably the ... the ... biggest slut at Furinkan. Ever. That's how big a slut I am.”

He pressed two fingers directly to her clit, causing Akane to moan out loud, pushing back hard against his fingers. But an instant later he pulled them away again, making her groan in frustration. He told me to convince him to fuck me. I have to obey.

“Please fuck me, Gosunkugi-sama. I want it. I need it. Please shove your incredible cock up my tight, little cunt and fuck me hard. Oh God! Please make me cum! That will prove what a slut I am! Only a slut would cum when she's being raped!”

Hikaru line his cock up with her entrance, and shoved himself all the way in with one thrust. Akane bucked around him, almost at the point of release. He leaned forward as he fucked in and out. “Beg me to keep fucking you, or else I'll pull out again. Beg me to cum in you, or else I'll get dressed and leave.”

Obey. Have to obey. Akane was ramming her hips back against him. “Please keep fucking me! Oh God, fuck me, fuck me! Cum in me! Please fill me with your cum! Please make me go back to class with your cum pouring out of my ... my ... my fucking cunt! Aaahhhhhh!”

Akane went absolutely wild as the orgasm broke over her like a tsunami. Her shrieks contained mumbles of something about “fuck” and “cum” but it was impossible to understand the exact words. Hikaru slammed himself forward, emptying his balls, flooding her cunt with jism. With no room to get out past the prick filling her passage, some of his spunk blasted directly into her womb.

When Akane finished shaking and her mind started to clear, she found that she was still in the same position, with her face almost on the ground and her ass high in the air. She could feel that her vagina was still stuffed absolutely full of cock. Hesitantly looking back underneath herself, she could see the boy's legs, his balls hanging down just below her. Akane noticed a couple of long trails of semen running around her black curls and along her belly toward her breasts.

Oh my God! Akane thought, mortified. I didn't really say all that, did I? I mean, well, I suppose I did, but ... but ... I didn't have any choice. He told me to say it, and ... I had to. If I didn't ... I have to do what they say, that's what I decided.

“Are you awake again, Akane-san?” Hikaru inquired.

“Mmm,” she said in answer, not wanting to speak.

From behind her came his voice. “While I was screwing you, you said that if you came, it would prove that you were a slut. It looked to me like you came pretty hard there. Would you agree that you've pretty convincingly proven that you're nothing but a little slut?”

Akane closed her eyes, remembering her own words. Why did she keep having orgasms while she was being raped? She shouldn't do that, should she? What had Doctor Yamada said, that asshole? That she wouldn't have orgasms unless she wanted the sex? That wasn't really true. Was it? Akane was certain that she didn't want these evil boys violating her. Was it possible that some tiny corner of her felt differently?

There was a sound of flesh striking flesh and a stinging sensation shot through her ass as Hikaru gave her a hard spank. “I asked you something, Akane-san,” he reminded her sternly, sounding nothing at all like the almost invisible boy she remembered. “Answer me.”

Akane knew that even if it was all a lie, she still had to say what he wanted. She also remembered Michio's instruction that single word answers like “yes” were unacceptable. So she steeled herself and told him, “Yes, Gosunkugi-sama. I had an orgasm while you were screwing me. That proves I'm nothing but a little slut.” Akane wished she could quiet the tiny voice in the back of her mind which wondered if it could really be true, even if just a little.

“That's what I thought,” he agreed, then slowly eased his still semi-erect dick out of her. It was accompanied by a small stream of semen from her stretched opening, which slid down to her mound and then extended itself as hanging whitish streams.

Akane, still looking back underneath her body, saw them hanging there. She watched until they broke free, falling to the roof underneath her. She saw Hikaru stand up behind her and she asked, “May I get up now?”

“You can get on your knees and turn around,” he told her. “In case you've forgotten, you asked me to let you lick my cock clean afterward.”

Akane had forgotten, and her face reddened in further shame. She wondered how much time was left in lunch period, then shuddered as she remembered the dream she had Saturday morning. Moving a little more quickly, the girl turned around, coming face to single eye, looking at the end of a long, thick cock extending down and toward her at a stiff 45 degree angle. A drop of cum was hanging from the tip, and its sides glistened. After a few moments of staring Akane bit her lip as she realized that the wet shine along its veined length was mostly evidence of her own fluids.

But she had no choice, as she was repeatedly telling herself these days. Akane took the head into her mouth and sucked, letting her lips run across the sensitive skin as she withdrew it. Taking hold of the shaft at its base and head with her hands, she licked it with her tongue in long strokes, cleaning it as best she could. At first she tried to ignore the taste of her own juices, but came to the conclusion that it wasn't particularly unpleasant even if the circumstances were.

“Good enough,” Hikaru pronounced when she was done, giving the top of her head a complimentary pat. “There ought to be just enough time for you to dress and get to class. Get up so I can get my pants.”

Akane scrambled to her feet, and started pulling on her clothes while Hikaru did the same. She wanted to go somewhere and curl up, all alone, try to come to terms with the fact that she'd just had intercourse on the roof of the school, had a climax in the middle of it, and licked the boy clean afterward. To say the very least, this image was deeply in conflict with how she saw herself. Of course, the only place she would be going was back to the classroom for the next period.

Hikaru spoke one more time before they left the roof. “You're to go to the home ec classroom after school. Katsuo and Tanjiro will meet you there.” He ignored the tremor which passed over Akane from head to toe, opening the door in the clock tower and disappearing inside.

In comparison to the morning and lunch events, the afternoon sex was rather anticlimactic. The two boys made her strip and sit on a counter in the classroom with her legs spread, then took turns standing between her thighs and screwing her. It had the same physically pleasant sensations which Akane had come to associate with the sexual act, but in neither case did she become particularly aroused, nor did either boy seem to care. In fact, if she hadn't stopped in a restroom on her way there to “make sure she was ready” as Michio had put it that morning, it probably would have been fairly painful.

The closest it came to being more than animal humping was when Tanjiro had started grunting, “You like that, don't you, Akane? Huh? You like that, don't you?” He hadn't even demanded that she answer. It was almost offensive, in an exceedingly backward way, that he had no interest in doing more than forcing her to spread her legs so he could use her pussy as a sex aid.

Katsuo and Tanjiro left immediately after, leaving Akane behind to get dressed. Before pulling on her panties, she used the third pad of the day, having finally got smart and picked one up in the restroom when she stopped off on the way here. Akane reflected with wry unhappiness that she'd better lay in a stock of sanitary pads, and pack a few in her schoolbag each morning.

Finished dressing, Akane took one last look around the home ec room, site of many disasters for her. Perhaps it was only fitting that they abuse her here. She sighed. Opening the door and leaving, she turned her exhausted feet toward the exit and home. One more day finished. Akane wondered how many more lay ahead.

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