It was humiliating to say the least to the bound girl to have the feeling of Hikaru's prick wilting inside of her love channel, but Akane could do little about it. Her bonds were too tight, and he was pressing his groin against her backside, grinding against the soft and hot skin. His hands had clutched and her buttocks, squeezing the taut cheeks with the urgancy of release. Their mixed juices dripped from her twat, and she had the unwelcome feeling of being filled with his cum.
She had managed to hold off the rise of orgasm however, but it had been a near thing. The scrawny rapist had done everything that he could to make her feel that pleasure but only by sheer force of will and biting on her tounge had she prevented her own orgasm. Even as some small part of her panted for that release from the unwanted pleasure, she was not about to give him the satisfaction of breaking her.
Which Hikaru apparently noticed as his deflating penis slid out from her love channel, and rested against her bare thigh. Despite his panting from near exhaustion, he managed to stay up right and frown.
"Why didn't you let yourself go?" he asked, confusion coloring his voice.
"I didn't want this. This isn't right," she whimpered into the canvas.
"But this is exactly what you are for."
"No, I'm not!"
Licking his lips, he smacked her right buttock and tried to firm up his resolve. He knew that even with the drug still running around her system, he was still afraid of her. She was the pinnacle of strength in a woman to him, and it took everything he had not to run. But this was his chance to conquer that strength and have her all to himself.
So, trying not to shake like he was afraid, he undid some of the bonds holding her sweat soaked body in place. He left some around her thighs and arms, and looped one around her neck. Then he flipped her over and placed her face up on the canvas.
The end effect of it was that it held her legs bent at the knees and hips, and spread, with her arms unable to leave her sides by much. Her weak attempts to move showed her that she had little in the way of leeway, and that trying to straighten out would only choke her. And since she didn't have enough strength left, her legs kept drifting apart, allowing both of her lower holes to be exposed to air.
But the pale boy enjoyed the show at the same time, as her pert tits shook with every movement she made. He grinned to himself as she tried to flex her shapely legs, and pull with her slim arms. There was even a bit of a wiggle on her curved ass as she tried to shift herself free. It was enough to make his limp penis twitch, but his recovery time was still going to be a long wait.
Instead of stopping her, he let her have her futile struggles, reveling in his power over her as he decided to step up her training. He brought the bowl of lubrication liquid out with the vibrator sitting in it and placed it so that it would be in easy reach. Then he pulled her head up so that the back of it lay against his groin as he knelt with his knees spread.
When he did so, she kicked her foot out, and it dislodged the handset of a nearby phone, but he merely picked it up and dialed the principal.
"It's me," he said.
"How be goin' the trainin'?"
"Just listen for yourself," the scrawny boy replied and placed the reciever across from Akane's buttocks, even as she shook her head violently in protest.
She could only watch in horror as her rapist reached between her unwillingly spread legs and parted her buttocks to get at her filled rosebud. He twisted the plug for a bit, letting her feel it move within her, and then with a single yank, he pulled it out of her and dropped it to the canvas. That left her rear hole still squeezing on nothing, and she could feel how stretched out she was. Lubrication dripped from her anus, and mixed with the sweat that was coating the space between the asscheeks. For a moment, she felt herself involuntarily jerk to try and push on the absent plug, and he noticed it.
"You see? You like it," he stated to her.
Akane's face twisted in disgust. "No... I don't..."
Holding at the rope at her neck with one hand, Hikaru reached with the other to play with her petals, feeling slickness of them, and noting how tightly they squeezed on his probing digits. "Nice..."
"Stop it..," she whimpered.
Hikaru just pulled on the rope, making her mouth open wide and her eyes shut as he rubbed her mound and crotch.
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