On to the real stuff.
The principal had discovered a very pleasant thing. Unlike the other girls he was dealing with, the purple-haired foreigner was only going to need minimal training to make her into a proper sex-slave.
When he’d had her carried into his limo, barely conscious, he wasted no time in folding down the back seats into their well sprung bed configuration, complete with ankle and wrist ties.
He would have been foolish to set out on the course he had chosen and not made sure his vehicle was not suitable for any opportunity that came along.
Unlike the other girls, he had no real pent up need to grind the purple-haired bimbo’s face in her situation, so he had wasted no time. He’d stripped off her clinging silk clothes, revealing her lack of a bra, and a thong panty that he ripped from her body without a second thought. Pausing only to drench his mutant cock with a heavy coating of oil, for his own comfort, he’d set the small tip against the opening to her sex, and shoved.
That had woken her up. Her eyes had flashed open in shock and a shrill scream, stopped at the sides of the sound-proofed limo, erupted from her throat as he forced his way into her. His huge thickness stretched her wide and her depths wrapped around him like a oil filled latex sheath. Clinging to every curve and bump. She continued to cry out in pain and shock as he plunged in and out of her with no care for her comfort, little lone her pleasure. So furious were his thrusts that even the heavy vehicle bounced on it’s springs.
He’d reached under her to take a good handful of her muscular ass and crushing her chest with his own, he’d stood on his tip toes and driven himself in and out with all the frustrated need that had resulted from listening to the Akane and Ranma get what they deserved. He had not lasted long, and with a loud “ALOHA” he’d ejaculated into the crying girl under him, his pulsing cock finally wringing a reaction from her as her pussy clamped down even harder than around him, wringing every last drop from his member as she experienced an unwilling orgasm.
It had been while resting on top of her that the satiate principal had heard her whimper something about owning her body, but not her soul. Which was fine with him. He was willing to leave her soul to the gods, it was her fine body that interested him. It would serve to take the edge off him lust till he could claim his fully trained sex-slaves. At that point he was sure he could find a buyer for her.
“Oh, we going to have such fun, Kieki,” he said. His hands were presently buried in her long luxurious hair as he forced his cock in and out of her mouth, stretching that opening to amazing sizes as his fat cock shoved in and out. Her hands rested on his legs, but despite the terrible strength that lay in them, she made no effort to attack. He had defeated her, and she belonged to him now.
Mon May 24 11:58:42 2004