Hikaru’s throat was dry as he watched Akane squirm ineffectually against her bonds. Her cute ass, especially, was contorting in inspiring ways as she stubbornly tried to pry the butt plug wedged in her anus by the strength of her buttocks alone.
The boy picked a small cup of sake from the nearby sink. He gulped it down to soothe his thirst, whipping his lips with a sleeve. Gosunkugi had been afraid, at first, that he wouldn’t be able to get ‘it’ up because the Tendō girl intimidated him too much. Hence all the toys he prepared, and the alcohol to give himself courage. But reality dispelled those worries, as male hormones kicked in from the start.
As soon as he started undressing the lady of his dreams, he’d been hard as a log. The ‘training’ had made things even worse, pushing his control to the brink. Even if the Principal had given him complete leeway in the means used to tame her, he wanted to not rush things until the main ‘event.’ By now, however, he was ready to explode.
Unable to take it any longer, Gosunkugi dropped his pants. He kneeled behind Akane, but first he adjusted the bondage to be sure the ‘sex slave’ was truly helpless.
“Please, Hikaru! Stop this! Let me go! Let me go!”
But the scrawny boy wasn’t listening any longer. Breathing raggedly, he fixed a new rope to Akane’s tied wrists, and pulled it past her backside to link it to another knot around her thigh. Doing so, it pressed against the base of the butt-plug, keeping it in place. However, Hikaru had taken care to have it crossing diagonally over the round buttocks, so that it never hindered access to her cunt.
Groaning in delight, a hint of drool on the edge of his mouth, the rapist positioned himself. He grabbed Akane by the hips to better immobilize her, fingers digging in her soft skin. Then he aligned his erect, throbbing manhood with her dripping pussy. The tip grazed the puffy, pink flesh of the vulva, gathering a bit of her dew on the mushroom cap.
“NOOO!!! Please! Not that! Anything but that!” cried Akane.
Bitter tears ran down her cheeks. This was so wrong! It was her fiancé and nobody else that should take her virginity. She could admit this to herself now; she wanted Ranma to be her first, not that disgusting weirdo. She didn’t care about her hymen — it had been broken a long time ago doing high-kicks —, so the sex-toy Hikaru had used didn’t count. But to have anybody else than Ranma stick his cock into her... it was unthinkable! The worst fear in her life since the assaults of the Hentai Horde started was coming true.
But Gosunkugi didn’t care. In truth, he was savoring this victory over Ranma. The thought of claiming this cherry before the pig-tailed martial artist was elating. Sliding his throbbing shaft over the smooth labial lips, he began humping his hips while not even having penetrated her yet. Akane whimpered and bit her lips. She didn’t want to betray Ranma any more than this by getting pleasure from the stimulation. She cursed Hikaru Gosunkugi and Principal Kunō to every hell she knew.
Panting like a pathetic dog, Voodoo Boy glanced down at his prick, glistening from Akane’s honey. Straightening, he aimed it more directly at the entrance of her jade gate. The bulbous head rubbed more directly the engorged folds, before slowly making its way in the slit. Pressing against the outer lips, the rounded tip spread them open with a screwing twist before fully disappearing inside. The rest of the male organ soon followed suit, its progression made easy by the previous work of the vibrator.
“Mmmmmmmmmmhhhh....” Akane couldn’t completely stifle her moan, despite her gritting teeth and closed lips.
Hikaru’s not-so-remarkable prick continued to invade her love hole. The delicate, inner folds parted under the pressure of the unwelcome asoko. Soon, he had sheathed his whole length in her, his hairy pubis meeting her bottom. Now that he was fully imbedded in her hot twat, Hikaru let out a triumphant sigh.
Akane sobbed in shame and humiliation. Her face on the floor, resting sideway on a cheek, supported most of the weight on her upper body. Her spread legs and knees, solidly planted on the canvas around Hikaru’s own, instinctively resisted the advance of the boy that pressed his legs and crotch against her. In doing so, though, she also unwillingly pushed back against his spearing cock.
The tip of her nipples were brushing against the canvas as her breasts started to sway with the rhythmic pounding Hikaru initiated. The boy drove his manhood back and forth into her twat by rocking his hips. It thrust into Akane’s sloshing cunt like a piston in a well-lubricated machinery slot. The violating dong slid in and out of her drenched tunnel, mercilessly crushing the tender folds of womanly flesh with each passage.
With the seemingly interminable humping, the poor girl’s sensations were increasing by the second. Her erect tits were raw from rubbing the canvas with each sway. The shibari ropes dug into her sweaty flesh. Her asshole was painfully constricting around the humiliating sex-toy. Her tummy was burning with a mounting need for release, which she loathed with all her soul, while wanting it on a purely physical level. Refusing to give her tormentor the satisfaction of orgasming again under his gross hands, she bit her tongue hard to distract herself from the unwanted pleasure.
She hadn’t much to fear on that part, though, since Gosunkugi was no stud. With a strangled yelp, the boy rammed his organ all the way in her sex. Shaking and gurgling, he stayed in place as long as he could, clawing harder at her buttocks. Inside her abused twat, the climaxing penis erupted in a spray of cum, coating her cervix. It spurted again and again until Hikaru’s balls were emptied, sticky cream filling Akane’s precious innards.