Even Hikaru's leaving her for a time didn't change it. She needed her rest, and with the dull ache in her entire body, she needed all she could get. Unfortunately in this place, and at this time, her emotions and memories wouldn't allow her to relax.
So, when the pale boy returned, she was laying where he'd left her, and he grinned down at his captive. He'd been afraid that if he left her she might try something, but a boy had to eat, and he needed to replenish some supplies. It had been a long time since he'd started, and he wasn't about to let something go wrong now.
But the sight of her there, and knowing that he had control over the girl of his dreams was a heady aphrodesiac. Her toned and firm body was there for him to use as he liked, and as far as he knew, there was no one to stop him. Sure he'd have to give her to the principal sooner or later, but right now she was his alone.
Grinning happily, he pulled off his shirt after putting down the bag he'd brought. He knew that he'd have to get undressed so that he could enjoy her favors once more, but that was not a chore. This was not only a chance to be with a girl, but a chance to be with the one he'd always wanted. It was a dream come true, and he was ecstatic over the fact that he wouldn't have to worry about those other guys who were after her, since they'd have no idea about what had really happened to her.
And when her eyes focused just a little bit, and she murmured, "Hikaru..?" in that little breathy voice of hers, he knew that he needed to make certain that he got all he could of her.
Dropping his pants and underwear, he reached over to her and began to stroke and fondle her body again. It was all his and, as his hands touched each part of her, he reminded himself that he was the one currently in possession of it. He squeezed her pert breasts, tweaked her still hard nipples, stroked her shapely legs, groped her tight buttocks and played with her lower lips. Each part of her was enjoyed, and he smiled as he realised that he was giving her a lesson in being ready for it at any time.
And then, dressed only in his tank top, he moved her bindings so that her legs were forced to rise and thrust his stiff manhood into her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and yelped each time he pumped into her. He continued on, enjoying the feeling of having the girl he so desired in such a way, with her legs up so that they braced against him.
Tied up and dazed as she was, she couldn't do much more than lay there and take it. She was already too weak to have prevented it, and even protesting was something beyond her. It wasn't something that she wanted, but she was physically too tired to fight and mentally wiped. Which allowed him to thrust into her slim body, and gave him great pleasure as her buttocks simply bounced against his hips.
Since he was so addled by the pleasure, it took him a few moments to notice that she was not actively fighting. Her mouth continued to let out sounds of disagreement, but she didn't make even a symbolic gesture of defiance. Wanting to test it, and to change positions, he undid her bindings so that her arms and legs were basically free. But he didn't stop bouncing inside of her, and continued to push in as much as possible. There was no way he was going to stop the feeling of her tight around him, even for the chance to see how far his work had come.
When she merely stretched her aching arms out to her sides as much as possible while letting her legs fall to either side of him, he knew that he held a lot of power over her. She merely clawed at the mat below them, and screamed with his motions as he took his pleasure from her body. Seeing her breasts bounce and jiggle with his thrusts, he put his hands over them, squeezing the firm pair as he enjoyed the feeling of her hard nipples against his palms.
And when he was ready to come inside of her, he saw her give out an extra little cry of orgasm and arch up so that her back left the mat and her arms pulled to the side. Then she fell flat, her eyes staring lifelessly up at the ceiling. Her mouth stayed only slightly open, and her entire body went lax save where he was still within her.
Realising that this was possibly an important point, Hikaru looked down at her expectantly. There seemed to be nothing fake about it, and even his pushes at her anatomy didn't seem to faze her. Instead, she lay there, letting him do what he wanted to her, and not even making a sound.
Pulling himself free of her, he crawled over to kneel over her face and began to stroke himself. The sight of her combined with the feel of her juices making him slick made it easier, and he pumped himself as much as he could. He gasped slightly as he came, spilling his seed onto her cute face. But she didn't move and let the shots of pale white cream hit her on the cheek and chest, pooling on her soft skin.
Sitting back and staring down at the sight of the girl he'd been lusting after for so long wearing his seed made the pale boy giddy. It looked like he had managed to get her where she had finally given in. If that was so, he would be able to go on and teach her all that she would have to do to be a proper slave. The idea that she would do what he wanted to just by him telling her was a heady one. He, who had always been ignored would have the most popular girl in school looking to him for control in every aspect of her life.
Just realising what that meant made him have fantasies about having a completely obediant Akane ready and waiting to do his slightest commands, from what she was to wear to seeing to his comforts.
Yet, as he giggled madly to himself, he did not know one thing.
In that moment of unwilling orgasm, Akane had withdrawn into herself. She knew when he had simply come in and taken her in that way that she would have no chance in stopping what was happening. Her whole life had been taken away and her body was going to be used as a sexual toy for the perversions of the hated pair. They were going for as far as to try to 're-educate' her into a sex slave, and at the moment, she wasn't about to stop them. But she wasn't about to give in, as she was not about to let herself do so. The inner core of what made her, her, was not something that she was about to let them touch, and even if they made her fondle herself on command, she would go on hating it, and them.
That she promised herself, while:
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