Moxibustion Violation 8

Chapter 8

Akane was absolutely terrified. So terrified that she thought she might throw up at any moment. Was every single person staring at her? Or was that only her imagination? Did they only see a girl walking down a street wearing a coat? Or could they tell that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath it? Would someone walk up to her and demand to know what she thought she was doing, going out in public like this? Would he grab her coat and lift it to show everyone else the truth?

She was walking along with her arms straight down at her sides, holding the coat pinned against her legs. Akane was aware that this looked unnatural, and might draw attention, but she couldn't help herself. It was as if she believed that letting go would allow the coat to magically pull up and reveal her bare state to all onlookers. She knew the idea was ridiculous, that the coat was much too heavy to be lifted by the light breeze blowing today, and it certainly wasn't going to pull up all on its own. Nonetheless, the conviction was impossible to shake and the girl couldn't bring herself to release the death grip.

Akane nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice hailed her.

“Tendo-san!”

Looking up quickly Akane groaned to see her math teacher coming straight toward her along the sidewalk. It took every grain of willpower she possessed not to turn around and flee. Even worse, she now saw that she was only a block from her destination. Why couldn't he have waited another ten minutes to walk down this road? Standing still, trying to hide her trembling, Akane waited apprehensively. A few seconds later the man came to a stop directly in front of her.

“Hello, sensei,” the girl said, trying not to faint. Did he know? Could he tell? Was he about to accuse her for her wantonness in front of all of the other pedestrians?

“I've been meaning to speak with you, Tendo-san. I've noticed lately that you seem to be much distracted during class. Also your last quiz grade was a little lower than I have come to expect from you. Your homework is fine, so far at least, but even so if you wish to do well it is necessary to stay focused. I had hoped that with the temporary absence of your boyfriend, or fiancé, or whatever he is, that ...”

Akane dropped her eyes as the lecture continued. Couldn't he tell? How could he look at her and not know that she was standing in front of him practically nude? Or was he trying to lull her into a false sense of relief before blasting her with his accusation?

Her teacher said good-bye and walked on. Akane blinked. That was it? He wasn't going to expose her? Coming out of her daze, she remembered that she was only a block from safety. She started to run, felt her coat rise in back, and immediately changed her pace to a rapid walk.

Akane flung open the gate, fell through, and slammed it behind her. She pressed her back against it, almost melting at the feeling of safety which washed over her. Her heartbeat slowed. Her hands slid up her thighs, under the coat, pressing her fingers to her steaming pussy.

Akane yanked her hands back out in front of her as if they'd been burned. She stared at them, seeing a glint of telltale moisture on a couple of fingers. What in the name of every God am I doing?! she demanded of herself. Why was I about to masturbate? Why am I so ... so ... hot?! She pressed her thighs together, practically moaning at the sensation.

Her mind finally clearing of the fear induced fog, the teenage girl could finally notice some things which had escaped her attention until that moment. Her pussy was indeed wet — dripping wet. Her nipples were brushing against her coat like hard little pebbles. She was, not to put too fine a point on it, incredibly horny. Akane closed her eyes as shame filled her. She'd just walked across town practically naked, even been forced to listen to a lecture from a teacher while so dressed. But instead of being filled with righteous fury at Hikaru for forcing her to do such a perverted thing, what had she done? Gotten so horny she'd almost fingered herself unthinkingly. Outdoors no less.

What was wrong with her? Why did her body keep getting aroused when she was being raped, being violated anally, being forced to commit perverted acts? Was she really a slut after all? Had she always secretly wanted to do such things?

Remembering what Hikaru had said to her the other day, Akane decided that she still didn't want to do these things with these boys. They were rapists, vermin to be despised, and she only obeyed them because she had no choice. But ... what if it were Ranma? What if Ranma spanked her, and she found herself becoming aroused? Or what if she got turned on if Ranma butt fucked her? Or if Ranma convinced her to walk around outside like she was now? Would that be so bad? Would that make her a slut? Akane shook her head, not sure of the answer.

In any case, she couldn't afford to stand here daydreaming all afternoon. Pushing off of the gate, Akane walked the short distance to the front door of the house and knocked on it. The door opened a few seconds later.

Hikaru was standing there, smiling at her. “Ah, my present! Is it properly gift wrapped? Open your coat and show me.”

Looking around nervously, Akane unzipped the coat then took hold of each side with her hands and opened it wide. She stood there under his regard, exposing her tits and pussy to the boy's lascivious gaze, proving that she was indeed wearing nothing else.

Still smiling, Hikaru said, “I wonder if you got turned on by your little walk across town. I won't bother asking. I think I'll just check for myself.” With that he slid a hand between her thighs, pushing a finger into her slit.

Akane hung her head. Shame filled her once more, knowing what he was going to find. Knowing that she could not hide the truth from him, that she was the sort of girl to get aroused from walking outdoors almost naked. Nothing he could order her to say could be half so damning as the accusation of her own body.

Hiroshi was in a rush that morning. He needed to get to the classroom before the bell and see if his friend Daisuke would let him copy the homework due today, but he'd overslept and had to run all the way to school. Hopping on one foot in front of his locker, he quickly put away his shoes, then shrugged off the coat and stuffed that inside as well. The boy slammed the locker door and spun to the side, taking off down the hall without looking where he was going.

His hand slapped against something.

In the first instant after contact, he turned his eyes enough to see what he had struck.

In the second instant, he identified a girl's school uniform.

In the third instant, he saw that the girl was bent over, removing her shoe. His brain informed him that he had slapped the girl right on her ass. She was starting to rise.

In the fourth instant, his brain further informed him that when this girl finished standing, she was going to turn around and slap his face so hard his teeth would rattle.

In the fifth instant, the girl finished standing and started to turn.

In the sixth instant, Hiroshi identified the girl spinning to face him as his classmate Akane Tendo. His life passed in front of his eyes before the next instant could arrive. He prayed that his death would be quick, and regretted that he'd never kissed a girl.

In the seventh instant, Akane was facing him. There was a strange mixture of expressions on her face. Shock. Fury. Fear. Something else he couldn't identify.

Several more seconds passed, and Hiroshi began to wonder if he'd died without noticing, happy that at least his passing had been painless. He looked down, expecting to see his body on the floor, and himself a ghost hovering above it. He looked around, unable to find his corpse, wondering if it had flown through a door or something.

Then he heard Akane say, in a voice so quiet only he heard, “Keep your hands to yourself, pervert.” Like her expression, her words carried the nuances of several emotions. Again he identified fury, and fear, and that something else. He watched Akane turn on her heel and stalk off down the hallway, her cute ass swaying. The ass that he had just smacked, however unintentionally. That he was still alive defied all logic.

During the morning classes, two students were both wrestling with questions arising from the incident at the lockers. Akane was hoping, praying, that it was just an accident. That Hiroshi would consider it inconsequential, forget it had happened. She knew that she hadn't pulled off a very natural reaction. She had been caught between the desire to pummel him, the knowledge that she was too weak to do so, and the fear that he might know.

For his part, Hiroshi was trying to figure out why he was still alive. He had smacked Akane Tendo right on the ass. She hadn't killed him. She hadn't punched him. She hadn't even yelled at him. All she had done was to tell him to keep his hands to himself. Coming from Akane, that was almost a handshake. What was going on? Had he stepped into some alternate dimension, some mirror universe? Perhaps Akane had hit her head and was now suffering from amnesia. But she seemed fine, aside from the nervous way she was chewing on her pen. Should he just forget it had happened?

Hiroshi shook his head. He was by nature too curious, more than once telling himself it was going to get him killed some day. Perhaps today was the day. He needed some kind of answer. But how was he to get it? He couldn't just walk up to Akane and ask her, “Why didn't you murder me after I spanked you this morning?”

One possibility occurred to him. He sighed. I really am going to get myself killed, aren't I? he thought morosely. But his curiosity wouldn't let it rest. Almost quaking in his shoes, he made up his mind to give it a try.

Akane disappeared somewhere at lunchtime, but Hiroshi knew that she'd have to come back for class. He went out into the hallway to lean against the wall nonchalantly, waiting. A few minutes before the bell, he saw his target turn the corner up ahead, walking toward him. Funny thing, she looked a trifle shaky. Choosing to ignore that, Hiroshi took a very deep breath, pushed himself off the wall, and started walking in her direction. His apparent goal for anyone watching was to make a quick trip to the restroom. The boy let his arms swing casually by his side as he walked.

Hiroshi chose his path to put Akane between himself and the wall, thus leaving her no real room to move further aside. So scared that he was almost ready to wet his pants, the boy walked past her, timing things perfectly so that his backswinging hand smacked right into her rear.

Akane froze. Hiroshi turned around, trying to look casual. He watched Akane slowly turn her head to look at him. The same strange mix of expressions was present which he'd seen that morning. Less fury. More fear. And still that unidentifiable something else. She was making no move to strike him. Hiroshi scented victory. What sort of victory he was not yet certain. He saw Akane draw breath to speak and cut in first.

“I'm sorry, Tendo-san. I didn't mean to touch your bottom. It was an accident.”

Her mouth closed again, leaving whatever she was going to say unsaid. It appeared that she was weighing his words, trying to decide how much truth was in them. That alone was so unlike Akane that she might as well have a neon sign over her head with the words, “There's something strange here.”

Finally she said, “Please try to be more careful. Or next time I might rip your arm off.” She turned back around and walked quickly down the hall. Almost running. Her shoulders were a little hunched and she seemed very tense.

Hiroshi paid his visit to the restroom, getting back to class just before the bell. He spent the entire next period watching Akane, except for the few times when he caught her eyes drifting in his direction. Then he carefully averted his gaze.

Akane had let him touch her ass. Twice. Without dismemberment, injury, or so much as a raised voice. Nothing more than a threat. That wasn't the Akane that he knew. But there had to be some explanation. Some reason why she would let him get away with doing such a thing. That she had allowed it was undeniable. Hiroshi was well aware of how easily the female martial artist could have broken every bone in his body. Given that he was still whole, the only possible conclusion was that she did not truly object to what he had done.

But how could that be? If Akane was going to let anyone touch her, it would be Ranma. Everyone knew how they really felt, despite the things they said. Now that he thought about it, though, Ranma had been gone for a few weeks, so he certainly wasn't around to touch Akane. A light bulb suddenly lit over the teenage boy's head. Could Ranma and Akane have been fooling around? Not screwing, he was sure, but could they have maybe gotten to second or third base? How dare that bastard Ranma not blab to his friends!

That must be the answer! Hiroshi felt a deep conviction that he had figured out the truth. Akane had gotten used to making out with Ranma, and with him gone she was now walking around in a horny daze. He finally identified the ‘something else’ he'd seen in her expression. Arousal. She hadn't been able to hide the fact that her body had responded to his touch. Akane must need to come so badly that she had reached a state where she was willing to let anybody touch her, if he'd only put out that fire. But being Akane, she would never come right out and admit that.

Hiroshi's mouth had gone completely dry. Okay, he had figured it out. But what was he supposed to do about it? If he was right, Akane might let him touch her, let him give her the orgasm she needed so desperately. But if Ranma came back, with his strength recovered, and he learned the truth, well, Hiroshi didn't fancy being torn limb from limb. Then again, how would Ranma learn the truth? Akane wouldn't tell him. He could only find out by pure chance. So maybe it was worth the risk?

Hiroshi tried to think what to do for the rest of the afternoon. Through some twist of fate, he, Daisuke and Akane were on classroom cleanup duty today. But if, by some tiny chance he was wrong, and Akane were to kill him, he'd rather his friend Dai not see his humiliation. Besides, when you came right down to it, this was one thing he didn't want to share with the guy.

When the final bell rang, Hiroshi slipped out of the room and into the restroom. Sitting in a stall, he dialed Daisuke's house, where the phone was answered by the boy's mother. Praying for forgiveness, Hiroshi told the woman that he was a fellow student, that he had seen Daisuke cut all of his afternoon classes, and that he thought his mother should know. Then he hung up and ran back to the classroom.

He got back to the room just as the ringtone on Daisuke's cell phone went off. The other boy answered, then held the phone away from his ear. Both Akane and Hiroshi could hear a voice yelling. Daisuke tried to protest his innocence of whatever he was accused, but eventually gave up and promised to come straight home.

“Sorry guys,” he told them. “Let's hurry and get this place cleaned up. The longer I take, the more upset my Mom's gonna be.”

The three of them worked as quickly as possible. When they were finished with the cleaning, Hiroshi said, “Why don't you take off, man? Tendo-san and I can put the stuff away.”

Daisuke smiled and said, “Thanks. I better go. She sounded furious.” With that he tore out of the room, and they heard his feet running down the hall.

Akane just sighed, then picked up some of the supplies and carried them back to the closet. Hiroshi quietly stepped up behind her as she bent over to put some things on the bottom shelf. Either I'm right, or I'm dead, he thought to himself. With Akane bent over and her ass pointed straight at him, Hiroshi bent as well and put his hand right up Akane's skirt. His fingers stroked firmly across the crotch of Akane's panties. There would be no mistaking this touch for an accident.

Akane screamed. She jumped into the air, spinning around, and landed fully inside the closet with her back pressed to the shelves. Bracing himself, Hiroshi took a step closer, trapping her in the closet, leaving her nowhere to go unless she shoved him out of the way.

“What are you doing, Hiroshi-kun?!” she yelled. “How dare you ... you ... touch me like that?!”

I'm still alive! Hiroshi thought gleefully. Out loud he said, “I suppose I dare it like this.” Then he reached a hand forward and took hold of her boob, squeezing it though her uniform.

Akane gave another shriek and grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, but Hiroshi noticed smugly that she made no effort to pull his hand off of her. Of course, what he didn't realize was that Akane was trying her damnedest to pull his hand off of her, but lacked the strength to even make the effort felt. So far as Hiroshi was concerned, his theory was now completely proven.

“Stop this!” Akane begged, muscles straining.

Hiroshi smiled. “We both know you don't want me to stop. If you did, I'd already be splattered across the blackboard on the other side of the room. I figured it out, Akane-san. You want me to do this. I'm not sure if you've admitted it to yourself yet, but it's obvious to me.”

Akane was aghast. How could he possibly think such a thing? “You're out of your mind, you perverted asshole! I don't want anything of the sort! Let ... me ... go!”

Hiroshi kept grinning. “If you really wanted me to stop, my arm would already be broken. Hell, every bone in my body would be broken. Don't you see? You're not trying to stop me at all.”

He lifted his free hand and latched it onto her other boob, ignoring Akane's half vocalized protest. “Here's the way I got it figured,” Hiroshi said. “You and Ranma have been doing some things, without telling your friends. You been touching each other, getting each other off. Maybe even screwing for all I know, though I'm betting not. But Ranma's been gone for too long, and you can't handle it. You need to come. You need to be touched, caressed, fondled. You need somebody's hands on your tits and pussy. You need to come so bad, you're practically out of your mind with it. And since Ranma ain't around, your body is willing to have me take care of that need. That's why you're letting me do this. You need to come, and I'm available.”

“You are so full of shit,” Akane whispered.

Her classmate didn't stop smiling. “Then prove it,” he whispered back. “Push me away. Make me stop. It ought to be as easy as brushing away a fly.”

Hiroshi was enjoying squeezing Akane's tits through her uniform, but he decided to up the ante. He was going to make her admit the truth. His right hand released the mound of flesh, then reached down for the hem of her skirt. Realizing his intention, Akane put a hand down to grab his arm. But from Hiroshi's point of view, all she did was to hold that arm as it lifted up under the front of her skirt, and his fingers started caressing her mound through her panties.

Akane was getting desperate. She didn't know what to do. Hiroshi was refusing to stop, and she couldn't make him. If she didn't say something, who knew how far he might go, given that she could show no resistance?

Yet she dared not tell him the truth. If Akane told him that she was completely unable to stop him, no matter what he did, he might rape her. In fact, she was sure he would rape her. After all, weren't all boys perverts? Worse, what if he told other people? If the other students found out how helpless she was, she'd probably be dragged down to the boys' locker room to spend all day being raped by every boy in the school.

Hiroshi's finger was now working between her thighs, rubbing along her slit. Akane knew he was watching her, watching her reactions, and knew how damning it was that she was putting up no effective resistance. Worse he was getting her hot. Soon he would feel the dampness seeping into her panties. What was she going to do? It was getting harder to think, and she had to come up with an answer.

Akane surrendered to the fact that she couldn't stop him. Not completely. She had only two choices. Tell him the truth, that it was impossible for her to stop him, which would lead to disaster. Or tell him a lie. One which might stop him short of screwing her. Some lie that he'd believe. Akane grimaced mentally. And what lie would he believe more easily than the stupid idea he came up with himself?

Hiroshi gave her a leer. “I knew it. You're getting wet. I can feel it.” The hand on her chest released her for a moment, then moved under the jumper from the side, squeezing her tit through her shirt.

“Hiroshi-kun, please listen,” Akane whispered. “You ... you were right. Ranma and I have been ... doing some things. And I am ... I need ... to be touched. Like this. But you have to promise. If I let you do this, promise me you won't go any further than touching. That's all Ranma and I have done. And you have to promise not to tell anyone. Anyone! Not even Daisuke.”

Hiroshi couldn't believe his luck. He'd been right! And now Akane was going to let him fondle her to his heart's content and get her off.

At the same time, he wasn't a complete idiot. “Okay, but you have to promise to touch me too. To get me off. And you have to promise we can do this again if you get horny. If you promise that, then I promise I won't tell anyone, and I won't do anything more than touching you.”

Akane tried not to moan as she started sliding herself along Hiroshi's finger. Afraid to risk ending up with some worse arrangement, she decided she'd better agree to this compromise. “I promise. I'll help you ... uh, come. And ... I'll let you touch me again.”

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than one of Hiroshi's hands began unbuttoning her shirt under the jumper, while the other hand snagged the waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips. Akane tried unsuccessfully to jerk away and exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

The boy looked at her in puzzlement. “You just agreed to let me touch you. I'm getting your clothes out of the way.” He finished yanking the panties down to her knees, and continued unbuttoning her shirt.

Not knowing what to say, Akane said nothing, in effect granting him permission to carry out his intentions. The lower hand brushed through her soft curls and then a finger slipped into her molten slit. He unbuttoned her shirt all the way to her waist before slipping that hand inside, where he squeezed her tit through her bra. This time he was patient for only a few seconds before he grabbed the bottom of the bra in front and yanked it up above her bosom. Then his hand was squeezing her bare tits, fingers tracing along the hard nipples.

Having given in, Akane was allowing the pleasure to overwhelm her. Thinking of Ranma rather than the boy in front of her, she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She bit her lip so as not to whimper at the feel of his hand on her breast, his fingers tugging lightly at her nipple. Almost she found herself suggesting that he pull a little harder, but managed to stop herself. Between her legs his finger found its way inside her cunt, fucking in and out, while the thumb pressed against her clit.

It was almost pleasant, Akane thought, allowing herself to give in to these urges when the boy fondling her wasn't trying to force her, at least so far as he knew. When he — probably — wasn't going to insist on sticking his cock anywhere in her. When he wasn't going to make her say terrible, humiliating things. When she could concentrate on the sensations, without having to worry too much about what was coming next.

She finally climaxed, trembling in his arms, a long moan reverberating in her throat. Fluid from her pussy poured over his fingers. When her shaking stopped. Hiroshi released her, allowing her to lean back against the shelves. He saw that her eyes were closed, as she worked to catch her breath.

“H-How was it?” the boy asked, suddenly nervous.

Rather dreamily, Akane replied, “It was, uh, good ... pretty good.” Her closed eyes did not see the smile which lit Hiroshi's face.

“So ... my turn now, right?” he asked.

Akane tried not to frown. Could she get out of this? But ... she had promised. And she couldn't be sure what he'd do if she tried to break that promise. It was probably best to carry through.

“Just touching,” she said, reminding him of the agreement. He nodded happily, while she took the opportunity to readjust her underclothes.

Akane unzipped Hiroshi's pants. Reaching inside she pulled down the front of his boxers, releasing his prick. It bobbed out through the opening, erect and ready for action. Wrapping her hand around it, the realization flashed into Akane's mind that she'd never done this before, made a boy come just with her hand. In just a couple of weeks she had become an expert cocksucker, but this was new.

For a moment, Akane almost dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth, just because she was confident of what to do in that case. Trying to grip firmly, but not too hard, the way her lips would, Akane started moving her hand back and forth. This seemed to do the trick since Hiroshi closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy. After just a few strokes the boy thrust forward and his body stiffened. He grunted loudly.

In the same instant that she realized he was about to come, Akane also realized the result would go all over her uniform and the floor. Moving at lightning speed, she just got her other hand up in time to catch the spurts of jism in her palm. After several blasts the boy sagged, already going limp. Akane looked at the gooey puddle in her hand, wondering what to do with it.

For a wild, crazy moment, she imagined lifting it to her mouth and lapping it up with her tongue. She shuddered. Was she losing her mind? Why did she imagine doing things like that?

Instead, not saying anything and leaving Hiroshi to finish putting things away, Akane opened the classroom door and walked into the hall. She prayed that she wouldn't run into anyone before she reached the restroom. Since it wasn't very far down the hall, the odds were in her favor, and in fact the girl didn't see anyone at all — not until she entered the room.

Akane pulled up short at the sight of another girl washing her hands at the sink. She didn't recognize her, but the girl did turn around to glance Akane's way. Trying to keep her hand hidden, Akane walked up to another sink.

“Get something on your hand?” the unknown girl asked casually.

“Heh heh, yeah,” Akane laughed nervously, thinking fast. “Some, um, lotion. Yeah, lotion. Someone left a bottle on her desk, and when I picked it up, it spilled all over me.” She rinsed the mess down the sink as quickly as she could.

The other girl cocked a curious eyebrow, but shrugged. Drying her hands off, she left the room, leaving Akane alone. As soon as she was gone Akane started banging her head on the wall. Eventually she stopped, then turned around and leaned back against the cool tiles.

How do I keep getting myself into these situations? Akane asked herself wearily. Now Hiroshi-kun thinks he can grope me pretty much whenever he wants. And I ... I'm going to have to let him. If I don't pretend his idiotic fantasy is true ... he might guess the real truth. He'd definitely wonder why I went along with him today. So ... I guess I don't have any choice but to let him grope me with his perverted hands any time he wants. Akane thought about it some more, then sighed. In fact, I'd better go out of my way to give him some opportunities to grope me. Otherwise he might start thinking that his little fantasy was wrong. I suppose it will also give me the chance to remind him of his promise to keep it secret.

Decision made, Akane left the restroom. She chose to consider it a victory that it was only her own juices seeping into the crotch of her panties, and not Hiroshi's cum.

“Hey, Tendo-san! Wait up!”

Akane turned to regard Michio walking quickly toward her in the hallway. Lunch period was due to end in just a few minutes, surely he didn't think there was time for any ... activities? But then again, who knew what her chief molester thought. Akane resignedly felt her pussy growing wet, preparing itself for what might be coming. In either sense.

When he caught up, Michio looked around then stuck his thumb out. “It's quieter over there. We need to talk.”

Akane nodded and followed him to the corner of the hall he had indicated. She waited patiently for him to speak.

He didn't keep her in suspense. “Your sister the Ice Queen. She's due to leave Sunday, right?”

Akane frowned. “Nabiki is leaving for America on Sunday, yes. Her flight departs at one o'clock. I hope you're not thinking to tell me to skip going to the airport to see her off.”

Michio waved his hand in denial. “Wouldn't think of it. In fact, we've decided to give you Saturday off. Let you spend as much time with her as you want before she goes.”

Akane tried hard not to let a tear appear in her eye. She would not ... would not ... be grateful just because they chose to take a day off from raping her.

Michio went on speaking, eyeing the clock. “But if her flight leaves at one, then I reckon you ought to be back home by three. Eh?”

She tried to stifle any thought of what he might be leading up to. “Before that, I would think. The subway isn't that slow. So I guess the answer is yes.”

“Good, good.” He smiled. “Then you should have no problem getting to my house by, say, three-thirty.”

Akane sighed, but this was only what she had expected. “I suppose so,” she replied unenthusiastically.

“Great!” he said cheerfully, then looked her over. “I want you to wear a miniskirt.” He noted her quick frown, and glared at her until she erased it from her face. “A really short miniskirt. You understand me? It better be the shortest goddamn miniskirt I've ever seen.” He leaned closer. “Because if I don't think it's short enough, I'm going to take a pair of scissors to it and make it even shorter than I think it should be. And that's what you'll wear home.”

Akane gave him a tight, unhappy look, but when he asked, “Got it?” she simply nodded her head.

Michio turned away, content, then turned back for a moment. “Oh. And wear a sexy top, too. Something that'll get me hard just by looking at it. See ya in class.” This time he did leave, whistling as he strolled away.

Akane walked down the street, desperately trying to keep the breeze from lifting her skirt. It wouldn't take much lifting, either. She was pretty sure that she'd already flashed her panties at a couple of passersby. The teenage girl wondered whether the bastard Michio had known how windy it would be today when he'd given her this order.

Windy, but unseasonably warm for early December. She'd passed a thermometer which said it was fourteen degrees. In consequence she'd forgone a coat, thinking that she'd be too hot, and also just a little worried that Michio might object to her covering up further by wearing an unnecessary coat. Besides, the sweater she was wearing was comfortable enough by itself. Of course, calling the sweater comfortable only referred to temperature. She was distinctly uncomfortable with how tight it was. Worn directly over her bra with nothing in between, it noticeably clung to and outlined her breasts. Akane could only hope that Michio would consider it a sufficiently “sexy” top.

Akane sighed. If the discomfort, and the stares she was attracting, were the worst thing to happen to her today she'd be very surprised. If it was one of the other boys, say Takeo or Raiden, she'd just get screwed, or have to swallow a load of cum, or both. But Michio, like Hikaru, was apt to get imaginative. And their imagination was always unsettling, at best. At worst ...

Akane sighed again. There was nothing she could do except to endure, to get through one more day. The wind played with the hem of the skirt again, and she fought to keep it down. Her mind drifted back to the shopping expedition Friday evening, when she'd decided that she didn't own anything that would satisfy the creep.

She'd gone through several stores, finding nothing satisfactory. Then her eye lit on one she'd never dared enter before, that she didn't really want to enter now. It specialized in clothing which seemed designed to be demeaning to woman. Tiny skirts and short shorts. Midriff baring tops. Microscopic bikinis. Lingerie of all styles, including things she'd never imagined. Akane wandered among the shelves until she came across some skirts which she thought might do.

She'd picked up a skirt in her size, then on a whim picked up a couple in smaller sizes. In the changing room, she put on the first skirt and looked at her image in the mirror. It was scandalously short. So short she couldn't imagine wearing it in public. But would Michio think it was short enough? Akane wasn't sure. And if he didn't ...

Taking it off, she'd gone directly to the skirt which was two sizes too small. It dug uncomfortably into her waist, but not unbearably. However, if the first skirt had been scandalous, this one was positively indecent. The hem couldn't have been more than three centimeters below her crotch. The idea of wearing it in public made her feel faint. But she was pretty sure that even Michio couldn't claim it wasn't short enough. Akane folded up the too small skirt and carried it to the register.

So here she was, wearing a microscopic skirt which seemed determined to show her pink panties to everyone with every breeze that swept by. And a lot of breezes were sweeping by. Akane yelped as an errant gust flipped the skirt right up in front, her hands struggling to make it go back down. A man walking toward her stared in shock, eyes gone impossibly wide, before he tripped over his own two feet and landed face down on the sidewalk.

Akane walked on, as fast as she dared. Damning Michio the entire way for making her do this, and damning him further for living two damned kilometers from her own damned house.

Akane finally arrived at her destination and knocked on the door. Michio opened it, looking her up and down. He beamed. “Perfect. That outfit's just perfect. You did good. Now come on in and let's get this party started.”

She hesitated, one foot already inside. Party?

Michio grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her the rest of the way in. “Don't worry, bitch. I didn't invite anyone new.”

Only slightly reassured, Akane pulled off her shoes. Following her “host” down the hall, she entered the family room only to pull up short. They were all there. The entire gang. All seven of them. Akane started to get a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“As you've no doubt already guessed, we're gonna have ourselves a nice little gang bang,” Michio announced. “No blowjobs either today, not unless somebody's up for thirdsies. But you're going to take all of us twice from the other end. You're gonna leave here today one well fucked little tramp.”

Akane tried to be stoic. Inside she was trembling. She was flashing back to the day she'd first been raped.

“Now since we all know how much you love getting that cunt of yours screwed, why don't you just take off all of those clothes, get down on your knees, and beg us all to fuck you? Thank us for being so nice as to arrange a gang bang like this for a slut like you.”

Akane wanted to run away. But she'd never make it, and besides, she couldn't keep running forever. What they'd do to her if she tried didn't bear thinking about. She closed her eyes, searching inside herself for the strength of will to do what was necessary. Her breathing gradually grew less rapid.

Moving slowly and deliberately, Akane first removed her socks, leaving her feet bare. She pulled the sweater off over her head. Tugging down the zipper, the skirt slid over her hips and dropped to her ankles, whereupon she stepped out of it. She was now standing in front of the boys clad only in her underwear.

Reaching behind herself, Akane unhooked her bra. Letting it slide down her arms, she dropped it to the floor on the pile of her other clothing. Hesitating only for the barest second, she took hold of the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs. Stepping out of them. she dropped the pink cloth to land on the rest. She was now fully exposed, her nipples pointing at the boys, her labia engorged and moist, ready for the cocks which would soon be entering her.

Akane took a few paces forward, then lowered herself to her knees. Eyes down rather than looking at the boys, she tried to put the right note of pleading in her voice. “Would all of you guys please fuck me? Please? I need to be fucked. Won't you please give me what I need? I'm such a slut that I need to be fucked a lot. Thank you so much for arranging this gang bang for me. Oh please, fuck me, gang bang me, screw my brains out.” She went silent, waiting for the verdict as to whether she had begged enough to please them.

“Not bad, Akane-chan,” Michio pronounced in his role of master of ceremonies. “Now why don't you turn around and stick your ass in the air and your face on the floor so we can get started?”

Akane did as ordered and, unsurprisingly, Michio was the first to kneel behind her and shove his cock up her already sopping cunt. He pistoned into her hard and fast, but he'd had some practice in screwing a girl for the last couple of weeks and held out for several minutes. What drove him over the edge was when Akane started shaking and moaning. Her completely unexpected orgasm took him by surprise, and the boy rammed himself forward one last time, blasting the inside of her cunt with his cum.

When he was done, Michio walked around to her front, and lifted Akane's head by her hair. He rubbed his prick all over her face, coating her with her own juices and traces of his cum, then ordered her to lick him clean. Which she did, reluctantly.

The other boys had decided to take her in order of seniority, much to Takeo's grumbling as the youngest. Thus the sole senior, Kaori, was the next to kneel behind Akane and stuff her with his stiff member. Like Michio he was able to hold out longer now through dint of practice, but eventually he stiffened and shot his wad inside her. Also like Michio, he smeared the glistening residues on his cock over Akane's face before ordering her to lick him clean.

The second year students Tanjiro and Raiden took their turns next, each giving her cunt another big helping of juicy sperm. Akane moaned helplessly while they were screwing her, her state of arousal climbing again after the climax she had with Michio. Neither one quite sent her over the top, though. When they were done, each of them also rubbed his cock around on her face, making it apparent that this was some sort of agreement they'd come to beforehand. Probably some crazed substitute for not getting blowjobs.

Before they could move on to the other first years students, Michio announced that he was taking his second turn, ignoring the black looks Katsuo and Takeo gave him. Kneeling behind her, he paused to admire the perfect ass rising up in the air in front of him, the spread and glistening pussy which faced him, the rivulet of jism mixed with her own juices which emerged from her cunt to trail down over her clit and into the black curls at her front.

Without bothering to explain to Akane what he was doing, since she'd guess quite quickly, he squeezed a dollop of goop onto his fingers from the tube in his hand. He applied this to her little brown pucker, then pushed a finger inside.

Akane lifted her head. “No!” she begged.

Michio nodded toward her. “Guys,” he said.

Tanjiro and Raiden stepped forward. They grabbed her head and shoved it back down to the floor. Each of them grabbed an arm and a leg, holding the shoulder down to the floor, and tugging the leg a little under her stomach so as to better present her ass for what was coming. Michio continued to push his finger in and out of Akane's butt.

“Please!” she begged. “Please don't! Not there! I don't want to do that again! I'll do anything else! I'll beg for it! I'll beg you to fuck me, to let me suck your cocks! I'll thank you for it! You can spank me! Anything!”

Michio laughed. “We can already do anything we want, you stupid little bimbo. We'll spank you, or fuck you, or make you suck our cocks, any time we want. And you'll thank us for it if we tell you to. But what I'm going to do right now is to fuck this cute little butt of yours. And you know what? You're going to ask me to do it, and you're going to thank me when I'm done.”

“I won't!” They could all hear the tears in her voice.

Michio sighed. He withdrew his finger and wiped it off with a tissue from the box he'd placed nearby. Moving around to the girl's front, he lay down, putting his mouth right beside her ear. Whispering so low that no one else could hear, he said, “You're going to ask me to butt fuck you, and you're going to say please. And when I'm finished, you're going to thank me. And you know why? Because if you don't, then not only will I whip your ass till you can't walk, I'll see that Daddy gets a photo of his precious little girl with a dick stuffed up her cunt and another one down her throat.”

Tears ran from Akane's eyes as Michio moved back behind her. He gave her bottom a slap and said, “I think there's something you want to ask me, isn't there?”

Akane choked a couple of times before she could control her voice enough to speak. “Please ... butt fuck me,” was the most she was able to get out.

Michio grinned happily. “Since you ask so nicely.” Then he placed the head of his cock at the tight little hole and pushed forward. Her sphincter fought the intrusion, but spread under his relentless assault. The head popped inside, bringing a gasp from Akane. He continued to press forward, bit by bit. The other boys, except for Hikaru, watched in awe as his cock slowly slid into her asshole. Akane was groaning and shaking her head, but everyone ignored her antics.

Michio kept going until he was in to the root. “Goddamn, that's tight!” the boy enthused. He paused at that point, and leaned forward, addressing his next words to Akane.

“Hey Akane-chan, when Hikaru did this to you earlier this week, did he wear a condom?” He paused, waiting, then slapped her ass hard. “I asked you a question, bitch. Did he wear a rubber when he fucked you up the ass with that big sausage of his?”

“Yes,” she answered weakly, reduced to hoping that he would hurry and finish so that his rape of her ass would be over with.

Michio turned and gave Hikaru a nod, ignoring the boy's emotionless expression. “Glad to see you can follow orders, Spaz.” Returning his attention to Akane, he asked, “And do you know why he wore a rubber?”

If your dick was half as big as your mouth, you wouldn't have to rape a girl in order to get laid. Akane wished that she dared say something like that aloud. Instead she said, “I guess he didn't want to ... uh, get dirty.”

Michio chuckled. “Nope. Though I suppose that might also be true. He is a bit of a wimp. No, the truth is, I wanted him to break your ass in. Make it easier for me to get my dick in there without hurting myself. Ironic as it is, that's a pretty hefty piece of meat he's packing. And I wanted your first time that way to be, shall we say, memorable? Hurt like hell, I'll bet.” He laughed again.

Michio slid back until only the head was inside. Biting his lip at how tight her rear passage was, he pushed forward, making Akane groan in distress, until he was fully within once more.

Continuing his little speech, the boy said, “But I told him to wear a condom when he did it. And the reason's simple. The first load of cum your cunt ever took came from my cock. The first batch of jism you ever swallowed was mine. And now, the first blast of spunk ever to paint the inside of your butt is gonna be mine. All three of your holes, Akane-chan. My cum was the first ever in all three of your holes. Or will be.”

Akane didn't say anything. She just continued to cry as he raped her butt. Almost she wished that Hikaru had disobeyed the larger boy, stealing that particular march on him. Too late now. At least Michio didn't feel anywhere near as large as Hikaru. This was a lot more bearable than it had been that day, a fact which surprised her. Akane remembered in mortified embarrassment the things she had been willing to offer to get Hikaru to pull out and stop.

The other thing she remembered was the powerful orgasm which had shattered her at the end. This was unfortunately easier to remember as she found her arousal climbing once more. No! Akane screamed to herself. I can't be getting turned on ... just by ... taking it back there! I can't! But no amount of denial could change the fact that she felt a climax approaching.

Akane tried to suppress what was coming, to no avail. She couldn't understand her body's reactions. At least when Hikaru had done it, he had been playing with her clit. She could convince herself that she had come because of that. No one was touching her clit right now. Aside from the hands holding her arms and legs the only male bit touching her was the pole plowing her rear. And she was going ... to ...

Akane screamed, muscles tensing. Her ass tightened further on Michio's prick, sending him over the edge. With a roar of pleasure he buried himself once more to the root, then emptied his balls into Akane's ass. He spasmed several times before blinking his eyes open and returning to full awareness.

“My God, that was fantastic!” Michio crowed. “I'm going to be fucking this ass a lot from now on!”

The boy pulled out, then grabbed some more tissue to wipe the lube off his prick, since the notion of wiping this on her face was a turn off rather than otherwise. Moving around to Akane's head one more, he lay with his elbows on the floor and his chin propped on his hands.

“So, are you still gonna claim you don't like it when we screw you?” he asked his victim. “That's twice today you've come with my cock inside you. You might as well admit how much you love it. Thanks to your body, we all already know.”

She remained stubbornly silent. Michio sighed, then reminded her, “You were supposed to say something when I was done. You'd better remember, or else.”

Akane swallowed. She fought down the tears, and the rage, and her internal castigation of her own self for finding pleasure in such an act. Giving in to the inevitable, hoping to please the boy enough not to make her suffer more than he had already planned, she meekly told him, “Thank you very much for butt fucking me, and coming in my ass.”

Then it was Katsuo's turn, who decided to take her in the ass instead of the cunt. His became the second load of semen ever to be dumped in her rear orifice, and Akane prayed that no one noticed the signs that she was becoming aroused again as he pumped himself into her.

Hikaru and finally Takeo both fucked Akane conventionally in her pussy, adding a fifth and sixth load to the large quantity of jism already swimming around in her cunt and womb. Then the boys other than Michio started taking their second turns, all of them other than Hikaru choosing to screw her tight butt.

As Takeo was taking his turn in Akane's rear, Hikaru reflected on the fact that he had no burning desire to ravage her backdoor again today. In fact, what he really wanted was a second go at her sweet pussy. Looking at Takeo's prick stuffed in her tight chute, he tentatively suggested, “Could I, uh, try something?”

Michio lifted an eyebrow. “Whatcha want, Voodoo Spike?”

“Could we maybe roll them over, so Takeo is on his back with Akane on top of him?”

Takeo paused, thinking about it. “I'm game,” he responded.

Akane's opinion was not sought. With the help of the other boys lifting her, Takeo manage to roll onto his back while keeping his cock firmly embedded in her ass. When they were done, she was lying on his chest, her tits and cunt hair facing the ceiling. Her eyes were red from crying, but the boys couldn't distinguish any tear tracks from the shiny dampness all over her face. Takeo's arms came around from behind to squeeze her tits, and pull hard on her nipples.

Hikaru, prick standing out like a steel rod, crawled over to the pair. Taking hold of Akane's ankles, he pushed her legs wide apart. The other five boys all licked their lips at the sight of her wide spread pussy, with the cock stuffed up her asshole right underneath.

Before anybody deciphered his intentions, Hikaru crawled over the pair on his hands and knees. Then he lowered his butt, the tip of his prick brushing first across Akane's clit, making her jump, and then seating itself at her entrance.

“No!” Akane shouted in sudden understanding. The other boys, equally quick on the uptake, grinned in sudden delight. Hikaru thrust forward.

“Aaahhhh!” screamed Akane, suddenly more full than she could ever possibly have conceived of being. It felt like there was more cock than Akane inside her pelvis. “Take it oouuuuttt!” she shrieked.

“Not ... a ... chance!” grunted Hikaru, trying to hold off an orgasm from how fabulously tight she felt.

“Oh ... my ... God!” was all Takeo managed. He bit his lip hard, trying to distract himself just a little, not wanting to come instantly.

“Please ... please ... stop!” begged Akane, bouncing as their cocks thrust simultaneously into her body. “I'll do ... anything! Screw my ... butt ... all you ... want! ... Just ... stooooppp!”

“Hear that guys!” Michio laughed. He lay down once more, near Akane's head. “Hey, little fucktoy, if they stop, will you beg us to butt fuck you every single day?”

“Yesss!” she cried, fireworks going off behind her eyes. “Every day! Butt fuck! Stop!”

Michio cocked an eyebrow. “Would you let us show everyone in Nerima what a slut you are?”

Akane was out of her mind, the sensations coming from between her legs overloading every synapse in her brain. “I don't care! Yes! Show them! Slut! Anything! Oh God! Stop! Pleeeeaase!”

The voice went on in her ear. “Tell us what a slut you are. Tell us how you love to be butt fucked. Tell us how you love to come with a cock up your ass.”

There was almost no room for thought in her head. “Stop! Stop! God! Slut! I'm a ... slut! Slut! Please stop! Yes, slut! Love to ... fuck! Love to ... butt fuck! Love to ... suck cock! Love ... cum! Anything! Do anything! Be ... good toy! Make it ... stop! Can't ... take ... any ...!”

Akane's mouth froze in a rictus of overloaded sensations, both pleasure and otherwise. Her arms and legs stiffened, toes and fingers curling. Tremor after tremor passed across her body from head to toe, her hips jerking on the two battering rams stuffed within her. A noise came from her mouth, rising in a few seconds from a tiny moan to a keening wail.

Already having endured far beyond reason, Hikaru and Takeo came at the same time, filling Akane's ass and cunt with blast after blast of juicy cum. When they were done their limp cocks slid out of Akane's body. Takeo suddenly shoved the girl to the side with an oath as a flood of jism poured out of her and across his dick and balls.

Tanjiro said, “Goddamn! I'm hard again! I want some of that.” Beside him Kaori nodded his agreement. The two grabbed the barely conscious Akane, rolling her to her side. Quickly lying beside her, one in front and the other in back, Tanjiro lifted her upper leg for access. They began working their cocks into her holes.

This brought Akane out of her stupor. “No, no! No! Not any more! Please, God, I can't take it! Please, spare me!”

“Take it, bitch,” was Tanjiro's only answer, finally getting himself balls deep in her ass. Kaori was likewise all the way inside her cunt. The two started moving in tandem while Akane sobbed, begging for mercy. Up to the point where she came again, triggering climaxes in both of the guys.

After Tanjiro and Kaori, Michio and Raiden paired off. Akane still seemed to be begging, but her words had passed into incomprehensibility. This time Michio came first, filling Akane's ass with its ninth dose of semen for the day. The sensation apparently caused Akane to have yet another orgasm, which in turn prompted Raiden to spew yet more cum in her pussy.

“Damn!” Katsuo complained, looking around at all of the others who had already taken her in pairs. “I wanted to do that too.”

Michio flopped back onto the couch wearily. “Get Hikaru to have another go with you. It looks like he can still get it up.”

Katsuo looked at the smaller boy hopefully, who shrugged and moved closer to Akane. This time Hikaru lay on his back, and they picked Akane up like a rag doll and put her face down on top of him. He slid his cock into her stretched pussy. Katsuo lowered himself over the pair, and started pushing his cock into Akane's gaping asshole.

As the pair double teamed the girl, Takeo pouted. “It's not fair. Everyone else got to go three times. Why can't I go again?” He looked down at his semi-erect prick. “I think I can.”

“Quit whining,” Michio complained in exhaustion. “If you need it so bad, why don't you just jack off on her face?”

Takeo brightened up. “Yeah. Why not?” Moving around to Akane's head he started pumping himself with his hand vigorously.

Hikaru looked up from his prone position at the boy jacking himself right overhead. “Be careful with that,” he suggested nervously. Katsuo, whose head also wasn't far from Akane's, seconded this sentiment.

Unable to hold out as long as he might have wished, Katsuo fired his round up Akane's rear passage. He pulled out and climbed off, still wary of Takeo's stroking nearby. Hikaru lasted a good bit longer. Akane started bucking her hips, slamming her pussy up and down on Hikaru's cock. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” came out of her mouth, and then her head came up and she let out a loud moan as she came one more time.

The other two boys lost it at that point. Hikaru rammed himself into Akane's cunt and sprayed his third large load of the day, filling every nook which wasn't already crammed with cum. Takeo took Akane by the hair and pulled her head to the side, trying to spare the boy underneath, while pumping hard with his other hand. A couple of shots of semen hit her in the face, the first between her eyes, and the second on the left corner of her mouth.

Hikaru rolled Akane onto her side and withdrew. She curled into a fetal position, seeming almost in a coma. Semen was leaking out of both her cunt and ass, forming a puddle on the tatami mat under her hip. The dollop of semen which had landed above the bridge of her nose slowly slid under her right eye and across her cheek. The bit at the corner of her mouth trailed across her slightly parted lips, the excess disappearing between them.

“That was one hell of a party, man,” Tanjiro congratulated their host. “What are you gonna do with her now?”

Michio grinned. “Looks to me like the slut is pretty useless at the moment. Let's be a little humane guys. Once she wakes up I'll send her on her way.”

“I suppose so,” Raiden said gruffly. “I'm drained anyway. In fact, I'm kind of wondering if I'm gonna be able to get it up for my appointment with the cunt before school tomorrow.” He grinned. “Not that I ain't gonna try.”

“I hear you,” Kaori responded, voice filled with fatigue. He turned to Michio. “If you don't need me for nothing else, I'm gonna head home. I'm pooped.”

“Take off. I can take care of our little whore.”

One by one the other boys also took their leave. Hikaru gave Michio a questioning look, but left without saying anything.

Once they were gone, Michio stumbled over to Akane's clothes. He picked up the skirt. Damn! I didn't think it was possible to buy something that short! I wonder what she'd say if I told her that if I'd cut a piece off a longer skirt, I still would have left at least five centimeters more than this. He laughed tiredly, then dropped the skirt, seeing no reason to do anything to it.

The boy looked at the tight sweater she'd worn, and for a few seconds considered cutting off the bottom, leaving her midriff bare. But that would look wrong, and would make people know that something was definitely wrong. No. He wanted her to look like a slut who had partied too hard, and was too drunk to realize how she looked. He didn't want her walking around looking like a rape victim.

Michio picked up her bra and underpants, and left the room carrying them. He stepped out back and stuffed the bra down in the garbage can, under some other stuff. Coming back in, he folded up the precious pink panties and tucked them away in a box in his closet. A box which also contained a pair of panties he'd collected from the same girl on another memorable day.

Grabbing himself a beer, Michio wandered back into the family room, admiring the pretty and thoroughly fucked girl lying on his floor. Checking the clock, he realized his parents would soon be back from their trip to his grandfather's, the one he had begged out of. Taking a swig of beer, Michio knelt beside Akane and poured some of the beer in her hair, and a little more on her chest. Thinking further, he also poured a generous amount on the front of her sweater. Then he took hold of a nipple and twisted.

“Ggnnngh!” Akane grunted, reflexively trying to jerk away from the pain. Her eyelids blinked open, trying to take in her surroundings. Then they closed again, tightly, as she obviously remembered what had happened. Michio twisted the nipple again.

“Aahhh!” Akane jumped, backing away. She came up to her knees, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. Her chin began to tremble.

“None of that,” Michio warned. “I ain't interested in seeing you crying just 'cause you came too many times. Hell, you oughta thank me for helping you see what a slut you really are. No use denying it. How many orgasms did you have? I think I lost count around the fourth.”

Akane bit her lip, trying not to cry. His words cut her to the bone. She hated him, hated all of them. She wanted to take a knife and cut their dicks off. But even feeling like that, she had come and come, and come again, while their cocks pounded her in the pussy, and the ass, and both together. She had begged them to stop, not because it hurt, but because it felt too good. She had felt like she was losing her mind from the sensory overload. She couldn't even answer his question. She didn't know how many orgasms she had been given. Akane hung her head, putting her hands to her eyes, trying not to weep. She really must be a slut.

“I see you know it's true,” Michio declared cruelly. “So let me hear you say it. Tell me the truth. Admit that you're a slut who likes to be fucked in both her cunt and her ass.”

Akane shook her head, tears breaking free of the lashes.

“Tell me!” roared Michio, taking a step toward her.

Akane cringed, flinching away. Fear rose up, scared of what the huge, looming hulk might do to her. What use was it to defy him? She was absolutely certain that no decent girl could possibly have reacted in the way she had to the things they had done to her.

Speaking very quietly, voice quavery and weak, Akane answered, “You're right. I am. I'm a slut. I'm nothing but a dirty, filthy slut. I'm a slut who loves to be fucked in her cunt and in her ass, even when I can't stand the person on the other end of the cock that's fucking me. I get off on being forced to spread my legs so a cock can pound into me and make me come. Is that what you want to hear? Does that make you happy? Do you enjoy knowing that you turned me into a slut?” She gave a racking sob.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact that does make me happy,” Michio replied unrepentantly. “And we've got more to teach you in the days to come. But for now it's time to go. Get up and get dressed.”

Akane pulled herself to her feet, unable to fight him further. Looking around, she asked, “Where's my underwear?”

“Gone,” he said. “You'll have to do without. Put the rest on.”

“But ...” She looked down, to where semen and her own fluids were already starting to run down her thighs.

“You got thirty seconds to get dressed before I throw you out in the street naked,” Michio told her nastily.

Akane blanched. Somehow, she was sure it wasn't an idle threat. She picked up the sweater and pulled it over her head, gazing in dismay at the way the soaked front clung to her bare tits. It was already tight — now it was almost a second skin, and the only saving grace was that it wasn't transparent. Her nose crinkled as the smell of beer broke through the fog of her senses.

Pulling on the skirt, Akane shivered in fear. She'd had trouble holding this down on the walk here. There was no reason to think it would be any easier on the way back. Except now there was nothing under the skirt, nothing except her. Nor was there any hiding the fluids running down her legs.

“Hurry up!” the boy growled.

Akane pulled on her socks, then was grabbed by the elbow and hustled to the door. There she was given just enough time to get into her shoes. Wasting no more time, ignoring her futile protests, Michio marched her out to the gate, flung her through, and closed it behind her. Terrified of her sudden exposure, Akane spun around and pushed to open the gate. It remained steadfastly closed.

Akane spun around, mind racing. Home was two kilometers away. Going somewhere closer, to the house of someone she knew, would only reveal her state. The only ones she could count on to keep this secret would be Yuka and Sayuri, and their houses weren't any closer than her own.

Getting under cover wouldn't be any good either. She'd have to go home eventually, and she wouldn't look any better when she did. In fact ... Akane looked around. The early December twilight had already arrived. The sunlight was disappearing, and the streetlights did not yet provide much help to the eyes. If she went home later, under the glare of the streetlights in full darkness, would her condition be even more obvious? The girl wasn't certain, but feared it might be so.

Akane came to the decision that her best choice was to hurry home right now, as fast as she could. While keeping a sharp eye out to make sure she wasn't seen by anyone she knew. Which meant that she would have to watch the passersby, not cast her eyes down and ignore them. And there would be passersby, that much was unavoidable.

Decision made, Akane took off at the fastest pace she dared without causing the skirt to flip up at every step. More cum was leaking out of her pussy and ass, running down her legs, the tiny skirt only emphasizing the origin of the moist trails. Some of it was already reaching her ankles. Looking down, Akane was mortified to see drops falling between her legs to land in wet spots on the sidewalk.

Looking down also drew the girl's attention to her bouncing boobs. Unconstrained by a bra, wet sweater plastered to them, her body moving at a rapid pace, they were jiggling quite noticeably. Further, both of her nipples were sticking straight out, drawing the eye, announcing their presence to the world.

Just to complete her humiliation, Akane felt something cool and tight on her face. Remembering the way the boys had rubbed their cocks on her before making her lick them, she realized that it was her own secretions, no doubt mixed with semen, drying on her face. She didn't know how obvious it might be, but was too damned certain it wasn't invisible.

And at that point a stiff breeze lifted her skirt in back, showing her bare ass to anyone who might be standing behind her. Akane's hand swept to her rear, pushing it back down. She forced herself not to look over her shoulder, not to check who might have seen.

Her eyes scanned faces furiously, praying not to see anyone familiar. This allowed her to observe that, to a degree, she had been right. People more than a few paces away seemed not to notice anything about her, passing by in ignorance. People who came closer, however ...

Akane saw more than one person stare at her in shock. Most of their faces twisted in disgust, especially when the smell of beer reached their noses. Some of them, primarily younger men, stared with lust instead. Their desires were written plain on their faces, and Akane was certain that if she wasn't on a public street that she would have been raped several times over.

This didn't even count the men who stared when a sudden breeze gave them a glimpse beneath her skirt. Sometimes it was quick enough that they couldn't be sure what they had seen, especially given the poor light. At other times, she knew that they had unmistakably seen her bare ass, her trim triangle of hair, perhaps even her slit. And of course the trails of fluid running all the way up her legs to disappear at their junction.

One man paused in passing, turning toward her. “Hey, I have a hotel room nearby. You wanna ...?”

Akane hurried on, pressing her hands over her ears. Which meant they weren't in place to hold down her skirt, which the wind chose at just that moment to lift entirely above her waist all the way around. Trying not to shriek, Akane shoved it back down and hurried on.

Akane didn't know how long the nightmare went on before she came to the bridge over the canal. That was when she suffered the first check. Jiro what's-his-name from the kendo club, just standing there, right in the middle of the bridge under a streetlamp. There was no way to get past without him seeing her, no hope that he wouldn't recognize her. And the bastard was just standing there!

Weighing choices without stopping, Akane turned to the left along the street which paralleled the canal. There was another bridge four blocks down. She had to pray that one was clear, because the next one would take her into a poorly lit area filled with warehouses, and Akane suspected that her chances of emerging from such a venue without being gang raped several times over were quite slim.

As she hurried along the canal, another idea came to her. It would be embarrassing to walk home in soaking wet clothing which was plastered to her body, but people would understand an accident like falling in the water, at least more than they could forgive her current state. If she jumped into the canal she could wash the gunk off of her face and legs. Maybe even wash away the smell of the beer. And if the skirt were waterlogged, the wind might not be able to blow it around so easily.

Wasting no time, Akane jumped down the bank and straight into the freezing water, suddenly remembering that it was in fact December. Ignoring the cold as best she could, she made sure to stay near the side, where the water wasn't as deep. She scrubbed at her hair, her face, her sweater, and her legs. Reaching between her legs, she shoved fingers up her vagina and anus, hoping to scoop out as much of her molester's leftovers as she could.

This last decision proved to be a mistake. An electric shock whipped through the girl as her fingers penetrated herself. She almost collapsed, moaning. It was in that instant that she realized how incredibly aroused she was. Akane desperately wanted not to believe this was so, that she wasn't getting turned on by running around the city exposed like this, but she had to pull her fingers out or risk having an orgasm right then and there. Almost crying, Akane pulled herself back up the bank, ignored the stares of the people at the top, and took off once more for home.

Akane crossed the next bridge safely, almost collapsing in relief before sternly reminding herself she still had a long way to go. She was a little more confident now, with her face and legs clean and the smell of beer mostly replaced by the smell of canal water. True, her sweater might as well be painted to her tits now, and her nipples were almost painfully erect and showing clearly, but the skirt wasn't giving her as much trouble. Which wasn't the same as saying no trouble, as yet another man in front of her stumbled upon being flashed a view of her midnight black curls.

Then Akane felt more cum leaking out of her cunt and ass, to begin its journey down her legs. Wishing that she dared to run, she tried to keep going as fast and steadily as she could. Then she felt a large blob break free between her legs, touch briefly on her thigh, and land partly on her shoe and partly on the sidewalk.

The teenage girl couldn't take it anymore. She turned her face to the blank wall beside which she'd been walking, closed her eyes, and pressed her forehead and palms to the wall. She struggled not to break down weeping. She felt semen oozing down her legs, more emerging from both of her holes. She was shaking in terror, and shame, but worst of all was the wave of arousal which passed over her. Almost she slipped a hand between her legs, but caught herself. She moved her feet a little distance apart, feeling the tickle of fluid moving downward along the skin of her legs, knew that even as she stood there drops were breaking free to land on the sidewalk below.

She knew she shouldn't stand there. She knew that she should head for home, get there as quickly as possible. She was putting herself in danger. Another wave of horniness made her tremble. What was happening to her? What had those boys done? How had they turned her into a pervert? The thought that people might be staring at her right now made her so ashamed and so scared that she was almost ready to vomit. But at the same time she was tingling between her legs.

“Er, miss ...?”

Akane took off running, skirt flying around her hips. She made no move to hold it down, pumping her arms beside herself for speed. The rapid movements increased the rate of leakage between her legs, but she was beyond caring. Home! She had to get off the street! Before she did something to prove to everyone what a pervert she was.

There was her house! She ran around the corner, found the back gate, slipped inside. Akane stood there for a moment with her back to the gate, panting, heart pounding. She listened for any sound, any hint that Kasumi, or her father, or Uncle Saotome might have heard her.

The coast seemed to be clear. Akane slipped around the dojo, and over to the end of the house. With a leap which would have made Ranma proud, she grabbed hold of the balcony, trying not to think of the view any person would have if he were standing below at that moment. Pulling herself over the railing she slipped inside the house, putting herself in the hallway only a few meters from her bedroom door. In an instant she was through that door, closed it behind her, locked it. Then she collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

Before long the tears stopped. The terror was over. She was home and safe. The shame was still there, still filled her from top to bottom. The shame and something else. She was so turned on that she thought she might come without even touching herself.

Michio was right, she thought, I am a slut.

Akane tried to ignore it, tried to tell herself that she wasn't weak, that she didn't have to be a pervert. She felt more cum slide out of her openings, causing another shudder of arousal to pass over her as she remembered the feel of having cocks filling her cunt and ass at the same time. Akane watched her hand in fascination, as if it belonged to someone else, as it slipped between her legs and touched her clit. She exploded, falling to the floor.

Climbing back to her feet unsteadily, Akane wobbled over to her bed and fell upon it. Then she realized that her wet clothes were soaking into the blanket. She tugged off the sweater and skirt and tossed them aside, followed a moment later by her shoes and socks. Pulling down the wet blanket and the top sheet, the girl flopped down again, nude, lying on her back.

Akane lay there, thinking about the sight she must present, had there been anyone there to see. Completely naked, fully exposed, trails of drying semen running down her legs. Still more was leaking out of her pussy and her butt, making a wet spot on the bottom sheet. Akane idly wondered how long she would keep leaking, but made no move to get a pair of panties and a pad. Instead she let her thighs drift apart, trembling at the thought of the even more lewd display she was now making.

A hand brushed across her breast, then cupped it. The forefinger teased the nipple, still standing proudly erect. A slight moan escaped her lips. Unable to stop herself, the other hand slid across her stomach, through the nest of silky hairs, two fingers dipping into her slit. The cleft between her labia was gooey and slippery, and she knew her fingers were dipping into cum which had been left there by several cocks. Cocks belonging to boys she hated with all her being. But that didn't stop the fingers from caressing her. That didn't stop her from arching her back at the pleasure. She knew that the moisture she felt was at least as much her own as it was the boys'.

They did this to me, she thought. An insight flashed through her mind. They made me like this. They ... they're training me. Training me to be a slut. Training me to get off on humiliation. And there's nothing I can do about it.

Her fingers dipped lower, pushing into her vagina. And it's working, she told herself with a moan. I'd swear they already have me more than half trained, and it's just been a bit over two weeks! God, all those orgasms! I actually passed out!

Will I ever be able to go back to the way I was? she wondered. Even if I can get away from them? Am I doomed to be like this for the rest of my life? If Ranma comes back, would he accept me like this? Would he be willing to treat me like a slut? Fu-fuck me in the ass? Make me walk around outside in th-that min-miniskirt?

Her fingers were now sloshing forcefully in and out of her cunt. Akane took her other hand off the nipple it had been tugging on, and slipped it under her bottom. With a little trepidation, she forced the middle finger into her ass, then pushed it in and out in time with the fingers in her pussy.

Tell everyone what you are, Akane, she demanded inside her mind. Aloud she whispered, “I'm a slut. A dirty, little slut. A slut who needs her cunt and ass filled with cock.” She had to bite down to prevent herself from moaning loud enough for the rest of the family to hear.

Whose cock do you want, Akane, she asked herself. “Ranma's,” she whispered.

Do you want Michio to fuck you? Tanjiro? Any of the others?

“Noooo,” she pleaded, her fingers working inside her.

But you'll beg them to do it anyway, won't you? Anytime they want it, you'll beg them. And you'll wonder if it's because you have no choice, or because you need cock so bad.

“Mmm, mmm!” Akane was flexing her hips up and down. “Yes, I'll beg them,” she whispered. “I'll beg them to fuck me in the cunt, and in the ass, and in both at the same time. I'll beg them to let me suck their cocks, and swallow their cum. But only because I have to. Only because they're forcing me to.”

Are you sure? her mental voice whispered. Akane moaned, but said nothing aloud.

Tell me Akane, she asked herself, What kind of girl gets so turned on by walking around outside exposing herself? By having people stare at her, letting people figure out that she just got herself screwed by a bunch of boys? Akane moaned, trying to keep the volume down, her fingers plunging in and out frantically. What kind of girl allows herself to get turned on like that, when she knows that at any moment someone might grab her and drag her down an alley and rape her?

Akane knew that the possibility of rape had been real, given how weak she was and the picture she had presented. She remembered how she had felt, although truthfully she'd been more frightened than aroused at the time. But she couldn't deny the arousal. “A slut,” she whispered, repeating the word as if trying to make sure she could never deny it. “Only a slut would act like that. All of those people who stared at me — all of them could tell I'm a slut.” Her hips were practically jumping up and down on the mattress, increasing the stimulation from her fingers.

You're a bad girl, Akane. You ought to have been raped tonight. You ought to be punished for getting turned on like this.

For a moment Akane imagined that Ranma was standing there. She looked to the side of the bed, imagining herself falling to her knees, begging him to take her over his lap and spank her. Punish her for being bad. Spank her for being a slut.

Her eyes fell on the discarded clothing. The microscopic skirt. The tight, sopping wet sweater. For the briefest of moments she imagined putting them back on, slipping back out of the house, walking through the city. Until someone raped her like she deserved.

Akane instantly turned back away, nauseated. She didn't want that. The only one with the right to punish her was Ranma. He was the one she had betrayed. He was the one she hadn't kept herself pure for. When he returned, she would confess everything, every shameful deed and thought. He was the one who would make the decision whether to cast her away for her shame. Or whether to keep her. And if he chose to keep her, she would make it clear that she would agree to any punishment he thought fit.

Once again, Akane imagined herself lying across Ranma's lap, being spanked until her ass was bright red. Then he would place her over a pillow, face down, and fuck her ass hard with his cock until he filled her bowels with his cum. And when he stood up, he'd show her the video camera he'd used to record it all, and tell her she would have to sit in the room with them while he and his friends Hiroshi and Daisuke watched the video ...

Akane had to stuff almost her entire pillow in her mouth in an effort to keep silent, as her orgasm detonated at last.

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