As she came off of the wave of physical pleasure, Akane couldn't help but feel dirty. Not only had she been touched in ways that only someone she was in love with should have, but her body had responded with an onrush of pleasure that she couldn't stop. Even now she could still see how hard the points of her breasts were as they rose and fell with every laborious breath.
Still, she felt her energy coming back, and the mists of pleasure receeding, so she took the opportunity to test her bonds. She knew that there was no way that she could stand staying there any long and so she needed to break free now. But as she tried to move her muscles, she found that 'energy' apparently did not equal strength, and she found that the hardest that she could move them was everyday levels.
"You're trying to escape? Don't bother," Hikaru told her soothingly as he ran the tip of the vibrator along the edges of her snatch, "The principal and I thought of everything and so we gave you a little... something to calm your nerves."
The bound girl's heart fell into a pit as she realised that she hadn't even the power to loosen a few knots. Whatever he had given her had left her just lethargic enough that she couldn't tear her way out. And thinking about where he could have gotten it didn't help when one considered that they already had enough power available to fake her death.
"Now that was only the beginning..."
Licking her lips, she tried to stare him down. "Stop this! This isn't right!"
"But this way I get a chance to do what I want and no one will beat me up for it..."
"What the hell are you going to do?!"
"Slaves don't talk to their Masters or Trainers..."
"I'M NOT A SLAVE!"
In response he pinched one of her hardened nipples and twisted the nub.
"OWWWWWW!!!!" she screamed as the pain shot from the abused point and sent stars shooting through her vision. It subsided as he released it and patted the abused tit, but the respite was sort lived as she felt her position being shifted. Just after reaching over to drop something into the lubricant, he took a long wooden rod and slid it through the bindings at the backs of her thighs, with smaller pieces of wood next to them.
The reason for it became apparent as she felt her hands being moved from her back. But instead of being able to bash him, she couldn't move fast enough to stop him before he tied her hands to the smaller wood. Then he moved her from his lap to flip her to be 'kneeling' with her rear in the air. Even with the distasteful position, the combinations of bindings and drugs kept her from being able to fight effectively.
Looking over her shoulder allowed her a slight view of what he was doing but it only confirmed what she was feeling.
"You have such a nice bottom..," he murmured giddly as he ran his fingers over her buttocks. His hand ran over the soft skin that covered muscles that were just tight enough to be lovely and smiled brightly as he did so. Slowly he moved to her crack and he spread the cheeks so that her rear hole was exposed. One pinkie slipped into it and she involuntarily clenched around the intrusion.
That only made him smile wider. "Ah, how nice of you to be ready for me..."
"I am NOT!" she screeched at him.
"Seems that way," he told her and pulled a short red object out of the lubrication fluid. It was a small cylinder attached to a cone through a small piece, all made of the same rubbery material. She gulped as she looked at it, but couldn't stop him as he swirled it around her asshole.
"Don't you put that in!"
"You liked it the last time," he told her and began to push the plug in.
Her mouth hung open, but she could only watch over her shoulder as he rested one hand on her ass, and used his left to push the plug almost to the hilt.
He allowed his palms to linger on her bottom, squeezing and fondling her asscheeks as he went. There seemed to be a joy in his hollow eyes, something dancing there that was both dark and alive at the same time. It almost seemed that he was taking great pleasure in stroking and feeling the firm globes of her butt, but she was not.
Tears collected at the corners of her eyes, born of both humiliation and the pain of the intrusion, but she could not even wipe them away.
"Don't worry. Soon you'll be crying for more. You're still wet after all," he told her as he ran a finger down her cunt.
Mortification set in as she allowed herself to noted that it was true, as she could feel the juices still dripping along her lower lips.
He just stroked her hair and removed her bindings before putting her back into the way that she was tied up earlier.
With the wood removed and her hands tied behind her back it wasn't any easier, as she knelt there with her hardened nipples brushing the canvas while:
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