Fake boyfriends make genuine monsters verse/saia

[Verse]

Ryioshi Keda looked around the empty gymhall, eyes a bit more excited than usual. It still smelled of the rubber of the school's standard issue running shoes and retained some of the humidity from the bodies that had crowded and used this space not an hour ago. Famously, though, the Sorana School's massive sports events hall was vacated at this hour before lunch, on Wednesdays. He had learned at least this during his sparse attendance. His reputation of being a less than stellar student - a less than stellar person, actually - didn't really come with checking off every lesson, every day.

The lad, when he stood on school grounds, was arguably the tallest in all of Sorana by half an inch. Though he lacked the meat on his limbs that some of the athletes built for performance, he did carry some weight on his shoulders, and the rest of it-- well, it was allocated to the parts that makes a boy into a man. While it was a private matter, in some circles, that fact was plenty known. Ryi wasn't shy about it. That's mostly what he came here for.

The pussy.

In his line of work, there was plenty to be had, but the Keda teen like some of the girls here, too. Yakuza whorehouses weren't really an open buffet to an errandboy, even one shooting up the ranks, so he had to fend for himself and his hungry dick, on days when his salary ended up being just cigarettes and whiskey.

He was waiting for one of those elusive fucks right now. He had a black jacket on, and boots that'd worn down well enough to run in, so he looked the part of bad element, standing by the threshold to the perpetually open supply room behind the basketball basket. With the lights out but plenty of sun still coming in from the high windows and the skylight, the atmosphere of something illicit was set.

Her name was Mei. Plain girl build, though friendly, from how he knew her before. Nahoya's friend. Though lately she'd sprouted like a fucking graviure model, tits and all. Fucking trick with her face still being cute and sent all the right signals to his cock. Imagine his surprise when he was hounding her for her number while they waiting out the rain under an overhang after their last classes, and she asked him to be his boyfriend. Fake boyfriend but still. She'd read too many shouju but he figured the naïve bitch had it coming. He'd even treated himself to a few ass squeezes during their public appearances to make Nahoya jealous, and was planning to seal the deal, when she told him she'd gotten all she needed out of him.

But if there was anything he'd learned from beating up people late on payments, it was that you had to get yours, no matter what.

Maybe he'd thought he'd just sweet talk her into letting him treat her to a love hotel, after all, Nahoya was built like a failure and Mei's hormones were bound to catch on, especially with her estrogen obviously blossoming, but Ryi didn't mind this route either. Some of his regular fuckbuddies had started out saying No. It had been easy to set up. He'd seen Nahoya's message on her phone earlier, when she'd tried to 'break up' with Ryi. Bitch thought she could have that innocent face and get away with using him? Hah.

Nahoya had been early to their rendezvous, and so had Ryi. Nerds are predictable. Ryi had beat him up real good, pretty sure he'd cracked a rib, and then used a pair of handcuffs to secure him to one of the beams in the supply closet. The dark in there concealed Nahoya real well, while Ryi remained here, in the relative light. Ryi should be rethinking a life that gave him easy access to handcuffs, but he was just shifting on his long legs as he placed his phone on a shelf on the wall, shadowed by the old, broken stereo that used to supply a tune for the cheering squad. He put the phone on record when he heard someone coming.

When Mei came, she'd see a lofty shadow over by the mouth of the supply closet, and while she'd know who it was when she was expecting Nahoya, she wouldn't know what was going to happen. Maybe a girl with more wits would have at least suspected the hooligan meant to see exactly how virginal she was, but this one had falsely assumed she could put a level of trust in him. That would be her fateful mistake. Most of the energy in her body had to power those assets on her, he supposed, and he thought that was a much better use of it for any female, anyway.

The boy adorned with the emerging markings of his criminal family, and the bit of bedazzling that he could afford, looked exactly like the kind of beast she should know to avoid. And she had even started this mottled, ill-advised courtship. This was just its natural development.

 

[Saiya]

Harte Mei had arrived in the sports hall slightly late. The brunette's hair slightly disheveled as she used her hand to lightly comb it back to look a bit more ordered. Her brown eyes glancing over as he wandered in. Standing at 5'2 she had a more modest height likely in part due to her half European heritage. She had a rather thin frame being not overly athletic herself although when it came to her curves she indeed possessed a very voluptuous figure. She had grown quite a bit from being the smaller more meek shy girl she was when she was younger. The light click of her nice brown school dress shoes audible as she walked over towards the back where the supply closet was.

Her white button up top appeared quite neat despite her rush. The collar folded out into place as her school issues ribbon sat tied up front being a rather modest length and done almost perfectly having practiced to make sure she did so correctly. The short sleeves fell down only one third of the way towards her elbow being the typical more summer variety of the top. Her incredible bust wasn't at all concealed by the top as her massive mounds jutted out teased by the shape. The top itself sloped downwards to her thin stomach as it was a little baggy. The size of her bust having made finding a perfect fit for her a bit more difficult leaving it a little more loose tucked in under her belt. A pink peach colored skirt held to around her wide hips as it fell down her legs. The shape of her backside visible as the skirt fell down a few centimeter gap from her knees. Her white long socks reached up her knees stopping a short distance below her knees.

She clutched lightly at her brown satchel, her hand pulling out her phone. Her eyes glancing down at the messages. Nahoya had been a bit quiet since she last messaged him. Her last reply being left responded to. It left her a little worried though in her mind she didn't expect it was something bad. He always seemed like he was the type who was busy trying to do his best for other people. Chances were she assumed he might of been busy helping someone out so he didn't get to message her back. In the end, they were going to meet up anyways so it didn't matter so much he didn't give a response back.

To think her plan worked to get his attention. The very idea of having a fake boyfriend seemed a bit much at first, though she had heard from her friend Toshi it was a great way to get someone to become more interested in you. It seemed so outlandish to her but she was a natural shy type. Actually approaching Nahoya felt difficult as he seemed far more involved with others that his attention never felt as if it fell upon herself. It was why she had approached Keda to ask him if he would help her. He had come off a bit rough, but she wasn't the type to judge someone off appearances. Besides, Toshi had been adamant the tougher the guy was, the more likely Nahoya might take notice of her and want her for himself.

Sure enough, as time went on she had noticed Nahoya paying more attention to her. It had at first been a little strange with him expressing concern, but for her it left her rather happy he even bothered to talk to her. What started as a little talking turned into more. He seemed so concerned for her even expressing a dislike for Keda. It was an open route of contact that sure enough over the weeks turned to more and more personal conversations until he finally said something she had been desperate to hear. The words that he cared for her, and he wanted to make sure she was safe. It was enough for her to pry asking if he wanted to date her which he finally admitted it. For her, it was the last thing she needed for her plan to be a success.

Her eyes lingered down at her phone seeing her message to Keda. A simply thank you for his help and saying she didn't need his help anymore. A smiley being sent. He really was far nicer then Nahoya realized. She would have to try and give him a little gift for his troubles. It had been not a terrible experience although she had to admit his methods to 'get attention' were a bit much having had her rear grabbed a few times by him. Still, it was 'typical behavior' as he said for a couple so she brushed it aside. She only hoped she might be able to find him something he might like for his help.

A rather puzzled look lingered as Mei walked up to the storage closet. Her eyes finding not her new boyfriend but Keda. She looked on a little lost. He looked tough and opposing, though in her mind it was just him acting tough for outer appearances. Her very naive view on people playing a part in what she saw him as. He was just a simply misunderstood person. While Nahoya had spoken a little about being afraid of him, he never went into any detail about the past. She hadn't the slightest clue of the bullying he caused and still caused to this day for him.

"Keda... I... I didn't expect to see you here. I... sorry it was over text but... really thanks again... I really appreciate what you did for me." She spoke with a warm smile as she bowed before him. It was a rather genuine gesture on her part. The girl all so blissfully unaware of the situation. The teen glancing about briefly as if expecting Nahoya to be nearby. Perhaps he was running a bit late? Her gentle brown eyes fell on him as the brown haired beauty smiled warmly at him, tucking her phone away in her bag. Her bright smile seeming incredibly upbeat.

"Do you... have any clue where Nahoya is? He was suppose to meet me here." Her eyes focused on him looking inquisitively towards him. The arm lingering smile on her face showing just how content she truly was, not aware of the approaching storm about to drastically tear through and ruin her life soon enough.

 

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Her shoes announced her long before he could see her. When this room was bustling with activity, it seemed the perfect acoustic set-up, but between two people, three if you counted the useless, cuffed onlooker, every step was loud. Eventually she came into view. Mei had an unmistakable silhouette, didn't she? She was still short, despite wearing more meat on her little bones now. He liked her figure, but he of course, like any boy sans his mother, loved those breasts. It was nature's lure. An announcement that she was to be bred. And the part of him that he humored, that beat men up and sought out whatever underworld activity the Yakuza would offer him, was primal enough to be beckoned by her bust.

His head tilted to watch her as she made her way. His dark eyes were ready to catch any additional jiggle her body was ready to treat him with, eating her up already. If he'd harbored any doubts on his plan, that he might switch his strongarm tactics for something more suave, he was sure now. He WOULD have her before this meeting was over. She had those large eyes at seeing him. The couple had made it too easy. He'd really be an idiot NOT to take advantage. After all, hadn't she taken advantage of him? Maybe she saw some of that when she reached him. Doubtful though. Mei was a ditz.

Up close the Harte girl was still so tiny. He shrugged off the wall he was leaning on to receive her bow. He liked her little act of submission and the begginings of a grin toward one side said as much. Not that she'd notice. She was not very observant, despite her diligent grades. He had his hands in his jacket pockets, cavalier as always, when she stood up straight again. He would have liked to see her cleavage from the bow, but she kept that top buttoned up all the way. Still, he expected some motion in that fatty flesh. That's what had gotten her into his good graces from the start, and the attention of any other pair of eyes that were connected to a dick.

"Oy." he said with his dark voice. He usually kept it sarcastically light for her, to mock her, but also not to scare her away. That didn't matter anymore. "You really think you can use a guy and then discard him?" not loud, but commanding. "Tsk." he dismissed and inclined one shoulder to the wall again, instinctively leaning toward the frame of the supply closet to his side when she asked. "Nahoya this, Nahoya that. It's not he who care enough to help you out, was it, Ha-tou, Me-ei?" he continued, slicing up her name.

Now it was his turn to come closer to her and bow. Only him doing so put him at her eyelevel eventually. Despite her JAV amounts of tits and ass crammed into a school girl body, he was still a lot more material than her. He still had his hands in his pockets, but they dropped out now. His hands shot forward, boxing speed, to grab her by her shoulders, and shake her twice; to see those tits bounce but also to make her drop that satchel. "You think you can treat me like a whore?" There was no lightness in his voice anymore. It sounded like vengeance. The kind of vengeance he delivered in the dead of night, for his crime family. The kind that would be too much for a little school girl working on her crush.

It wasn't hard for him, with that kind of breaking strength, killing strength, to turn her by his hold on her shoulders, so Nahoya in there, in the dark of the supplies, could see them from the side. Her big tits and slim stomach and jutting hips in profile. And then Ryi's long neck shot forward, and his large mouth locked around hers. The kiss was her first, it had to be, and the love of her young little life had to see it taken from her; something holy they'd both romanticized and were working toward. Snuffed in a tight whim from their antagonist. He made use of her probable shock, and fed her some tongue too, if she parted her lips to protest, and then pushed deeper into her. Girls get all dizzy when you take their breath. He had played nice long enough. Now she'd get to see why other girls didn't approach him unless they knew and were at peace with there being a chance they'd have to take his cock.

 

[Saiya]

Mei smiled warmly seeing him remaining leaning against the wall. She wasn't in the last bit aware of the situation as of yet. Her approach bringing her closer to the guy of whom in her mind she thought rather highly of. Her hand gently lifting up brushing at her hair as she blushed. It was almost a nervous little tick of hers. She felt more at ease when she found some way to fidget around a bit. The teen standing before him as he seemed rather happy as she saw it. Her attention was very much locked on him. Considering her to be a ditz was quite an adapt way of viewing her. She tended to be rather oblivious when it came to social interactions. Even as devious as he was being she couldn't see it for what it was.

Her little twitch gave him that little jiggle he so wanted, though much more tame then he perhaps expected. Having such ample assets meant having a good bra to support them to keep them from bouncing around so freely. She was naturally not the type who would show herself off. The modest she possessed being quite contrary to her figure. Her head turned to look towards him as he finally spoke out. Her head tilted to the side as she heard his voice. He sounded... less upbeat then she was use to. Her eyes blinking as she looked a little confused as he spoke. His words held quite a strong presence as the smile she had seemed to shift as the girl looked towards him with a more neutral face. A little confusion seemingly clearly plastered on her face.

"U... use? Wh.. what do you mean?" She spoke seeming a little taken back. She looked quite genuinely baffled by his words. She had been rather upfront about the arrangement. To her, it felt almost as if he had to be talking about something else. It left her feeling more confused as he tilted her head to the side to look at him. His reaction to her speaking as he leaned against the entrance of the supply closet. leaving her a little taken aback. As he seemed to mock her repeating Nahoya's name she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. His tone saying her name making the girl clearly a bit upset. Had she done something rude.

"Ah... s.. sorry... d....did I... was I pestering you to much maybe? I... I'm sorry.. I... I didn't know I might of been talking a bit much. I didn't really mean to bother you in that way given the favor you had done for me Keda." She spoke as her voice came out a bit more frail. The girl appearing a little shaken before shifting to be more apologetic. She wasn't the type of girl who liked to upset others. Her eyes lingering on him questioning what it might of been to push him over the edge. She hadn't thought she had done anything bad, yet how he spoke it made it feel as if it had been something she had done over a long period of time.

She watched him approach as he bowed. Her gentle hazel eyes glancing at him as he made himself eye level with her. His body was quite imposing compared to herself. Her hand gently clutched at her bag as he she was taken back as he approached her quickly. She looked rather shocked, his frame before her as he grabbed her shoulders. A loud gasp escaping a she began to shake her as she dropped her bag as her breasts jiggled about rather noticeably from the much rougher jostling he did on her. The motion not at all expected by her as he looked at him rather worried. As he referred to her treatment of him as a whore it left her a bit taken back. Her lips parted in confusion not even sure how to respond.

What did he mean by that? The very idea had left her absolutely confused. Was he saying she treated her like some sort of escort? Some sort of service to wait on her beck and call? She hadn't seen their fake relationship that way. It had been in her mind something that she only wanted him to show the bare minimum towards her. Spending time together in public on rare occasions usually at school and otherwise just being in her mind friendly. She had thought it to be an over-all rather lax role she had asked him to take part in. She thought it was harmless, particularly as he seemed to her to be accepting of the idea when she asked him.

Mei wasn't prepared as she found herself suddenly tugged by him practically pulled into the closet. Her body turned as she was still oblivious as to Nahoya being there from the angle she was at turned to ensure he had to watch. Her parted lips had made it rather easy to get access as any attempt she had to try to find words to speak up to him were muffled by a sudden kiss. Her full breasts easily pressed against him as he locked lips. Her cheeks reddened bright red as her first kiss was suddenly stolen. The feeling of his body up to hers her tongue was taken as she gasped out. The shock was clear on her face as she paused for a second. Her hands suddenly pushing against him in protest as she tired to pull away with a gasp. Her attempt escape however was faltered as he pushed in only to kiss her deeper. Her hands held against him as she squeeze at him whimpering lightly as he took her first kiss with her lover unknowingly to her watching bound up and helpless.

 

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He liked when she touched her hair. Other girls did it to be pretty, to draw attention. She did it to fidget. Natural. Her personality enhanced his enjoyment of her figure. Nothing more enticing than something innocent wrapped in something lewd. She was just asking for this, really. Maybe that's why he'd been so insulted when her abrupt escapes from his plans had felt premediated, but looking at her now, more breasts than brains, he knew it couldn't have been. Who could swing that figure around and not know about all the eyes on her? He was grateful for the show, the motion echoing through her flesh.

Maybe something in her was catching on, after all. She was confused which was the beginnings of being afraid. So there was a lamb in her that knew the warnings of a predator, after all? Too bad she'd not known to turn around before she came in. The tilts of her head and the dumb look in her pretty eyes only drew him in closer. She looked so good he was salivating. Her apologies were delicious too, but it didn't buy her anything. He was done giving her what she asked for, and instead meant to give her what he wanted her to have. It was something her body craved, whether she'd realize it or not.

Her expression were vivid for every word he spoke. Her emotions were reactive and large on her pretty, girlish features. How ridiculous.

He barreled forward all the same, on the threshold of the supply closet. They were still in a streak of light while Nahoya was tied there, in shadows. She tasted good. Like mouth and spit and breath. Her breasts were firm up on him, and that inspired him to do more. Her little struggle was enticing, and he gave her more tongue for her trouble. He opened his mouth more, lips climbing further up her cheeks as he surged deeper into her maw. He would go on until he felt her resolve soften. He'd done this to girls before and they usually gave him a little, whether they meant to or not. Her whimpers tasted like submission.

He pulled from her with strings of saliva building bridges between their front teeth. In that motion his hand ripped down between them, her shirt undone. He'd waited long enough for her tits. Heck, all of the boys at school had. He spun around her easily, locking her arms behind her back by hooking his around her elbows. This would thrust her breasts forward. Such big assets on such a weak body. He wasted no time grasping the upside of her bra cup, nomatter how practical, and pull down to free what gave her power over men. Nahoya would see, and then Ryioshi would finally grab one swelling orb of her young flesh. He'd squeeze to his heart's content, weighting and palming and kneading that desired roundness, testing it in a rather aggressive way. Her first physical appreciation of them.

"This is what you owe me." he whispered in her ear when he tugged at her nipple.

 

[Saiya]

The soft sounds that escape Mei's lips continued to escape into the kiss. Her curvy frame pressed against the bully as he did as he so desired. Her hands doing their best to push against him a bit even as she found herself gripping more onto him. Her little tongue was so easily maneuvered by his own as he hungrily kissed her. She could hardly breath against him as she was so taken back the girl half forgetting to breath through her nose as she squeezed tighter against him. The sound of her muffled gasp escaping as she finally breathed in a little though feeling quite light headed from it. Her mind in a quagmire of thoughts uncertain how to react to it all.

Her eyes that had been shut cracked back open. The shame was rather clearly plastered on her face as her pale cheeks kept their red glow. Their close contact not at all ceased as he had full access to her mouth. She wasn't in the slightest aware of Nahoya being there lingering in the shadows watching from the side as his bully hungrily took her first kiss. The light from the entrance to the supply closet keeping the two of them however exposed. Facing the side her lover would get to see most of the action while Mei would remain ignorance to his presence. If only she would of known perhaps she would of fought it more. Truth be told though, she didn't stand much of a chance compared to a boy like Keda.

The kiss only became more passionate as it felt as if he was trying to dig deeper into her mouth. Her body pressing against him in protest as he only took that to be more aggressive pushing more into her. Her feet stumbling back a little though his firm grip ensured she wouldn't fall back and go anyone. She was kept into the filthy kiss. Their saliva being exchanged as there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in it. Her fingers clutching more at him as her small nails started to dig into his uniform more. She knew she had to escape, yet she was unable to do much and her body didn't at all help to expend more effort to do so.

She could feel his hand slip down at her shirt. It had been so quick as he ripped at her top as several buttons easily popped off with the force. They were already snug and his grip being as harsh as it was made it very easy for the thread to give away letting it snap off. The newly open gaps allowed some of her large breasts to show, along with the black bra she wore underneath. Her ample cleavage teased as he made work yanking more as another button popped leaving her top mostly ripped open only a button or two remaining loose but still attached.

She could feel him grip onto her as he pulled further away. The girl gasped as the trial of saliva connecting between their lips broke apart. Her eyes glancing up as she was suddenly turned around rather sharply. The girl gasped out as she shook her head. She could feel his rough hands gripping at her bra. The teen gasped out as he pulled being particularly rough as the material felt rather unpleasant smashing her breasts to yank it off of place. The material roughly tugging at her erect nipples as he yanked it off allowing it to drop the straps falling down from her shoulders loosely hanging as her large breasts bounced free. Her perky pink nipples were standing hard as she looked rather wide eyed in shock being left exposed faced away from im as she shook her head.

"N... no! Please... you go to st... nnnn..." She muttered out to protest him. He didn't give her a chance to even finish as his one hand reached up rather roughly grabbing at her large mound. She whimpered out feeling him grip at her sensitive mound feeling him squeeze quite roughly at it. His touch not at all delicate as she shook her head. A loud moan escaping her lips as the girl winced. She tried pulling on her arms finding his grip tight as her struggle to pull free only made her breasts bounce about in response no longer contained and exposed. She was unaware her lover was in the shadows seeing it all as her breasts was grabbed watching from the side. His whisper into her ear making her turn her head a bit still not quite seeing Nahoya.

"Please... stop this... I... I don't want...nnngggh!" She muttered out as he seemed so eager to emphasize what he was owed as his finger suddenly tugged at her pink nub. The girl cried out as he tugged making her wince as he harshly pulled at it. Her head tilted back as she shook her head back and forth. The girl squirming a bit in his hold unable to do anything to make him budge as he yanked rather painfully upon it being quite harsh with her. The girl's eyes grew wet as she took his rather harsh treatment. Her body quivered as she wanted to be free unable to escape his hold.

 

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She held on to him. There it was. The signs of approval, even though he didn't really need it. It was nice to see the ore of a whore in the proper girl. He smiled into the tightly knit mess of their tongues, and the slick of hers was tantalizing. She was in distress from the kiss, and he didn't stop, even if her grip hardened. What would Nahoya think, there in his corner, when his beloved was being eaten by his enemy, and she was holding him like this? From the side, maybe it looked inviting?

But not as inviting as her tits when he freed them. While it was a quality top as per regulations, it didn't stand a chance against his downward hand. The exposure of her tits did elicit a breath from the boy who watched, but she'd be too preoccupied with being stripped to notice. Both males stared at the barely contained, lace-supported wonders. They had not been there for so long. Nahoya would be familiar with this fact. Ryioshi smiled at the bounty that she offered. He would not let her get away with having these, without using them properly. Tucking them away for vanilla sex on a wedding night was such a waste!

Those orbs gave quite the performance when he ripped the bra down. There was nothing to stop him. All her reactions were just spice to him. And the wave of the tits when they were excused from their holder was magnificent. Chalk full of youthful spring and with-- rather telling nipples. They were rock hard from the abuse, but he liked to think they had reacted because deep down in her womanly parts, ready to be bred, she knew this was what they were for. What she was for. Why else would she have come into this slutty body? It's as though her big breasts knew, but she didn't.

He inhaled when he got to feel her milky flesh, and had it spilled between his fingers when he manhandled her womanly softness. Her moan was rather exquisite, and it hid one of Nahoya's gasps. He should be pulling at the cuffs and making sounds, protesting, but he was quiet in the dark, watching. Ryi nuzzled her neck while her head shook, and she let out that pitchy noice when her nipple was pulled. Everything she did was pretty and alluring. She couldn't help it. Who the fuck would stop when she acted like that?

He reached around her with his accosting hand, as though he might hug her, but instead grabbed the other tit, which pressed his forearm into the first one, already marked by his handprint. His shaking of the new breast had them both in motion. "You don't want this? Then why are your nippies erect, Mei?" He asked with dripping mockery in his voice. He chuckled sadistically and easily brought her to her knees, now facing her directly at the viewer in the dark.

He started slapping the first tit upward. Quick slices of his palm catching the underboop and areola to mistreat the pretty flesh. Nahoya got to see them lift, though heavy, and then land before another slap repeated the theater of girl anatomy. When he'd tortured both pleasantries for a while like this, he discarded her forward. He was on his knees behind her and made sure her ass was up when he forced her head down to the floor, mashing her cheek to the floor so her face would still be visible to her nerd boyfriend.

Ryi looked down at her ass, and pushed his hips forward to make her still. He easily reached between her thighs, under the fabric, to flip it on to her back and see exactly what kind of ass she carried around, and how it looked in her panties.

 

[Saiya]

Mei wiggled about in her meek protest against Ryioshi. His hold upon her giving her little choice in his touch being forced upon her curvy frame. Her mounds lightly jiggling with each movement as she tried to slip free as futile it was. The girl wincing as he squeezed and tugged upon her perked up pink nipples. Her sensitive mounds not use to such molestation. Each squeeze or prod making her her back arch a little back as her body could barely withstand his touch even as harsh as it was. Her whimpers only growing louder as he toyed at her. She tugged at her arms as his hold on them limited what she could do trying to pull them free in some hope as if she could stop him.

The brown haired beauty trembled as her little cries only grew louder as he taunted her tugging at her nipple pulling more at it. His hand only moved to slip up grasping at the other leaving behind a red mark where he harshly handled her. Her loud gasp escaping louder as she tugged to pull free as he only seemed to grip her more. Her arms pulling once more at his grip though as his body pressed against her it only secured her that much more. Her massive mounds pushed against and moved as he squeezed the other as his cradling arm pressed against the other moving it and awkwardly squeezing at it in the process. Her head shook back and forth in protest at his words as he mocked her for her nipples being erect. His tone so cruel as she let out a loud cry being brought down roughly to her knees as her head looked back unaware of her lover in the dark right in front of her.

"Please.... I.. I don't... nnnngggh!" The girl winced as he struck at her breast. Her eyes clearly showing her discomfort as he slapped at her ample mound. The impact bouncing her mound a bit before it would fall back into place only to be struck again making her cry out. The smacking noise echoing out as her breast quickly reddened where he struck as her mounds being as sensitive as they were only made the sensation rather unpleasant as she teared up being struck multiple times. Each impact only growing worst as the already stinging spot was only lashed at again adding to the pain. The girl gasping out as his abuse continued the pain peeking only for her mound to feel slightly numb making each impact start to feel less harsh though the stinging sensation it brought to fell that much more raw.

Mei cried out as her body was forced down. The high schooler forced to the ground with her face to the floor still remaining on her knees. Her arms being freed she pressed against the ground trying to push up only to be kept locked down her cheek squished to the floor. The girl crying out as he kept her from moving much in response. Her hands began to grab at the floor as if to try pulling away or fighting a bit against it wanting to escape as he rested behind her. His body kept her locked forward with her only option to be to push forward more. Her breasts squeezed up against the ground a bit as she tried to fight against him.

"Please... stop this..." She begged again the girl tearing up as she tried top push herself up using her arms. She could feel him pressing up against her from behind. Her little skirt tugged up as he allowed her plump rear to become exposed. Her simple white panties covering her assets decently well being very much a more modest girl. Her rear wiggled a bit flaunting her thick rear end to him even if covered by her undergarments. Her hands only trying to grip at the floor as to pull away as she just wanted to escape as he was abusing her, doing things she didn't want him to do despite her pleas and doing it in such a cruel way.

 

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She was vivid under his little tortures. Her ass presented itself better when her back bent for reflexes in her spine, when he played and antagonized her breasts. Didn't she know that made her look better to men? It was the fuck-me pose. Oh, those nipples were little rocks to his fingertips now. And her noises became better every time, too. Didn't they sound like sex, already? She did well on her feet, but she was forced on her knees to all her miserable songs, all the same. Mei was beautiful when he slapped her tits up and let them fall. She was a pretty image, like this, subdued and made to display herself. Hurting a girl with her breasts was a good pastime. And Mei was stellar at it. She even cried for him.

Her breasts mopped the floor as well as her cheek. From up here he could take in her futile fighting. Did she knew how weak she looked, putting all her strength in? But that was her charm, in part. That she couldn't hope to fight the predatory things she awoke in boys. It was even more visual, when her arms were free and they could do nothing to help her. That's why sexdolls don't have motorized arms. Other than add motion that moved her tits more over the floor, in their lit up scene while the rest of the room was black where their audience was, quiet.

He groaned looking down at her ass, and the simple panties, underlining her innocence but also showing off in how many physical ways she was lewd. The meat on that inviting thing was impressive, for someone so short. "Stop it?" he echoed and cupped the crotch of her panties, forcing his hand up between her thighs. He made sure to press up against her labia, crushing them through the thin white fabric. He was sure she was a warm girl. "Why should I?" he asked and then looked into the dark where her failing hero was. And then Ryioshi let her head go so that hand could come down on one of her asscheeks instead. A grand slap to make that flesh dance. And make her scream.

He gave her five of those, alternating cheeks, mercilessly reddening her butt while pushing and kneading her pussy. That smacking hand would eventually start gathering the panties to be but a rumpled string between her buttocks, pulling so the crotch would strain into her pussy. "I'll stop. If you admit you're a whore." he promised falsely. He was sure she didn't identify as such, but she would have to chose between that fact, and how much she detested this molestation. The phone would love to record it. Playing with her soft riches was filling his dick up rather well, tenting his pants.

Whatever she said, he would let go of her, now having fashioned her practical panties into a makeshift g-string design that ran the string even between her pussy lips. He found her tie from her collar that had broken, and again took her arms. He crossed them at the wrists and easily, expertly, tied her up and let her fall, probably dunking her face to the floor now that she couldn't catch herself, leaving her with her ass up and no way to change it.

 

[Saiya]

Mei heard his voice almost mocking at her plea asking him to stop. She could feel as his hand reached down pressing between her legs. The girl gasping out as he put pressure on her making her cry out as the thin fabric of her panties did little to stop his unrelenting touch against her lower lips. The sensation intense as she gasped out feeling him push so firmly at them digging the fabric into her. Her plump rear wiggling about as if she was attempting to wiggle free from his torment as she moaned out from being touched in such a way. The warmth of her entrance able to be felt with even a certain bit of dampness to it as he pressed against her.

"Please... I... I don't want this... it hurts... please... stop this..." She begged him tearfully as he gripped at her keeping her face pressed to the ground roughly. She didn't know what might cause him to stop. As his hand pulled away from her head she thought for the briefest of moments it might of worked. Her hands pushing herself off the ground as she tried to glance back just as his hand came cracking down smacking harshly on her ass. The girl cried out loudly as the loud slap echoed out through the storage closet as she cried out. The poor girl wincing in pain as it left behind a red mark.

"Stop!" She called out crying out louder as he struck her ass again hitting at her other cheek as the girl winced. Each impact making her jolt forward a bit as her hands clutched at he ground wanting to escape but being kept from doing so. Each additional smack hurting more then the last as the sting red mark only throbbed as his hand one to strike the other. His continued toying with her pussy leaving the poor girl wiggling as she teared up crying. As his last two strikes came the impact itself still hurt though her rear had become slightly numb lessoning the initial pain of the strike the the stinging sensation of behind only felt that much more intense as she sobbed sadly as her cries escaped her lush lips.

She could feel him pinching at the fabric of her panties before suddenly he began to tug up. Her eyes opened wide wincing as he began to drive them up wedging them between her cheeks as she cried out. The fabric being forced tight as it began to hurt feeling the pleasure as he tugged causing them to dig against her little cunt. Her head shaking back and forth as her face fell to the ground trying to pull away as she teared up. His words reaching her ears as he promised to spare her so long as she demeaned herself. The girl shook her head lightly though it was a protest that lasted only so long.

"Please... I'm... I'm a wh... whore! I'm a whore! Please... please stop!" She called out rather desperate for him to stop as he pulled so harshly as she teared up from the discomfort. The sweet girl wincing as she was released her panties forced wedged between her cheeks as her eyes still watered from the discomfort. Her red ass cheeks throbbed still from where she was struck. She simply laid there tearfully too hurt to even bother escaping. Her poor body aching as she slumped over a bit forward feeling rather beaten up by what he had done to hurt her as he did.

It was a mistake she unfortunately would learn to regret as she felt him tug her arms causing her to fall face first back to the ground. The teen gasped out trying to pull away though he easily overpowered her. Her hands being taken and tied up as she pulled at it trying to slip them free unable to move them as her face and breasts were pressed into the air as she was still slumped over still partially on her knees her rear left up in the air. The girl shaking her head as little as she could from where she was being rather roughed up already by him from everything he did to her.

"Please... let me go... I'm... I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to hurt you... I'm sorry..." She sobbed a bit in pain begging in hopes it might spare her of any future torment by him. The brunette glancing back as best she could hoping he might finally yield and let her go. To her she felt heart broken that he would treat her in such a way. She had trusted he was a good person inside, yet he had become so angry at her to hurt her in such a way. She just wanted to be let go and find her boy friend.

 

[Verse]

He took in the show. More of her fighting and the waving of that big rump to escape, sure, but also to entice him, he knew. His teeth showed when he played with the crotch, and nestled her panties up into it. She was bioling down there, her willingness to be bred already showing in a dark stain on that white cotton. Fucking whore. He knew it. She had no secrets from him even if she could deny it, herself. He almost mocked her verbally when he saw the relief in her at being let up. But she couldn't even start crawling away before he spanked her. Her voice was so fucking slutty when she reacted. That wasn't a normal pain response. Mei had it in her bones to be his.

He battered her ass, and watched jolt and jiggle from it. Her body was like a funpark. The more he did, the better sounds came out. And her hips shifted strangely when he did things to her cunt while smacking her ass. She said she didn't want this, but it was happening anyway, wasn't it? She took to it, though, and her soundly outbursts mutated over time, and in the end they weren't as loud, and he thought there was a trail of something else in them. Another kind of misery and denial. She was more sensitive to the pushing of her panties between her cheeks and up her cootch. What did that say about her?

He laughed loudly when she did confess to what she was, and so intently. That'd be a particularly fun part to look back on, on his phone. It bought her nothing. She still was dunked on the floor and still tied up. Stupid little honor student. She sputtered apologies and there is something beautiful with a girl, her ass in the air, when she hopes for your forgiveness. When she did though, she would see the looming, giant behind her, and more than the boy himself, she'd see what now protruded from him. His cock had been let out when she wasn't looking. A formidable thing, standing off his narrow hips over pulled down pants. With his jacket still on, the limb looked particularly nude, when the rest of him was clad.

His dark eyes locked with hers. "You ready for penance then?" he asked her, when she would surely be in chock. She would try to get away, unless she was even more latently perverted than he thought. He would let her get a bit on her way. She might crawl even closer to the hidden admirer. Ryioshi came after, and stripped on the way. She'd be worming because her hands would not help her, that fat ass in the air. Soon there was a fully naked, tattoo-littered monster behind her. And with his naked foot he just kicked her hip to flip her over on her back, making her boobs sway and then flatten on her chest.

He didn't let her rest. He folded her legs over her, which lifted her ass and exposed her pussy to him, suckling the string he'd made of her panties. With a savage rip, he tore the undergarments, now full of tell-tale signs of her own perversion. He threw the residual shreds into the shadows where her boyfriend waited quietly, so Ryi could look down at her exposed pussy, just under him, as he squatted over her lifted ass. This enabled her to see when he pushed the base of his dick down with his hand, to direct it at her brand new pussy. It was in plain view for Nahoya too. "If you say it again, I won't put it in." That she was a whore. But he just wanted the soundbite of her admitting it, as the long, fat rod punched into her, dividing her unused folds.

He had one hand on the back of her thigh to keep her in place when he started bouncing on her, leaned forward like an animal mating with another. Mei's first time was brutal, and visceral.

 

[Saiya]

Mei had looked back towards him as her eyes had caught on enough to see his cock. A look of disbelief at first in the pained girl's face though the expression turned to that of shock. The large manhood standing hard as he was propped up behind her. The teen left speechless staring upon it in sheer horror. Her body only unfroze after he spoke as she trembled hearing him speak of penance. The girl's body once more feeling as if she had some control. She cried out trying to wiggle away. With her arms bound behind her there was little she could actually do to make any sort of escape. Her heart racing as she could only wiggle forward unknowing her lover was in front of her in the shadows. As she got nearer the faintest outline of a person registering in her mind though she wasn't given the chance to piece it together.

The girl cried out as she was kicked making her gasp out in pain wincing as she was turned to her back. The cruel bully turning her to be fully on her back as her breasts jiggled in response finally resting partially flattened as she was on her back. Her body shaking a she shook her head not looking at his nude tattooed frame as he towered over her. Her legs were lifted up as her back end was tugged up for him. Her body wiggling more as she was unable to budge as he held complete control over her. The poor girl cried out as he tugged on her panties rather painfully ripping them off her body stinging from the harsh tug needed to tear them apart exposing her tight pink virgin folds. Then feeling of him pressing at her lightly moist folds.

"Pl... please... I... I'm a whore... I'm a whore... please... AH!" She cried out loudly as she spoke in hopes it would spare her though it was clear he had no intention of stopping. The girl's cry of pain echoed out as he slammed his large cock deep into her tight folds. A loud smack echoed out as his body collided into hers sinking hard into her easily taking her virginity in such a harsh thrust spreading out her tight unexplored folds. Her large breasts bouncing as tears flowed down her cheeks as she cried out from the pain of being taken so harshly by such a large cock.

"It... it hurts... please... please stop..." She begged as her voice came out soft and fragile. Her voice almost seeming lost as her cries fell from her lips filling the what she only thought was an empty gym storage room. She could feel his cock thrust into her not at all holding back as her aching cunt took him in. Each push forced her slit wide open nearly seeming to rip it apart forcing it to stretch so suddenly not at all caring to ease her into it. Her breasts bounced with each thrust inside her as the brunnete could only cry out. His body slamming down into her smacking into her as she could feel his balls smacking into her with each thrust as he forced himself deep into her folds.

No... I'm... I'm sorry... Nahoya...

The poor girl could only cry out as her little gasps of pain and mild pleasure echoed out through the dark storage room. Each impact drove her into the ground more as her freshly claimed folds was sank deep into. Her hands tugging fruitlessly at the bondage keeping them behind her back as she was forced to take each inch of Ryi's cock as he used her as his own little personal fuck hole.

 

[Verse]

It is a point of a lot pride for a man, when a woman looks at his manhood and shows fear. It's primal and buried, but it comes out quickly, when invited. As though his predatory nature needed more stoking, after all he'd done to the innocent Harte. He resonated with her petrification, and there was a moment they shared, when they both may know what was going on. They both recognized the danger to her, and that their next action would spell her devastation. After all, even someone as sexually novice as Mei, would know what it meant when his cock was out, and her ass was unveiled in front of it. She eventually got the courage to move, but that was after knowing exactly what he meant to do to her. She rubbed herself against the floor, and the wiggling made her flesh jiggle deliciously for him. He laughed in his chest as she wormed closer to Nahoya, who was still completely quiet, in there. Ryioshi stopped her before she could trigger her boyfriend's protective vein.

She was scrumptious, landing on the hands behind her back, which added to the inviting arc of her spine. And thrust those tits up toward him. They were perfectly soft, and grew in circumference, laying on her chest. She was all natural, right there. She was horrified at him, the way he'd bared himself too. But she was even more subject to his whims than before, and still ended up with her feet over her head, her panties gone and donated, and her pussy served up for his waiting dick. The fret in her produced a pearl of precum on the hulking, downward pointing, member. Both boys in the room gasped with tainted delight when she reiterated being a whore as the cock descended. She sang it desperately because it was the only thing he'd let her have to possibly make this stop, she repeated it like a desperate prayer. Stupid girl. Did she really think confessing she was a whore would save her from his cock? Ryi did take note of her pussy's state. It wasn't bone dry, now was it?

"You're soaked for me." he told her. It'd be good for the clip being recorded, and Nahoya, in his very close loneliness, hung his head but nodded bitterly as the same time. Ryi could see him now and... that bastard had his cock out too! And, wasn't that Mei's panties wrapped around his thin cock?

And then she got to scream her heart out, her voice breaking when her hymen did. He groaned with the first impact against the bottom of her stomach, when he finally got paid for the little effort he'd put in, in being her boyfriend to land her Nahoya. She was certainly tight. "Nhhh... not a bad pussy for a whore." he rewarded as he wasted no time to let her acquaint herself with being a new woman. He gave her the crash course. His powerful, slender legs had him up and down in a trajectory that plowed her deflowered hole heartily. He gave her the kind of fucking that he might pay for, which meant he was ruthless and selfish. He looked down at her inflamed slit, pried open by his fat cock, angry colorer lips down there, and enjoyed the recently virgin hole reshaping to host him, so he could take what he wanted from her body. He also looked at her breasts, the things that had really set her on this path, and how they waved at him to do more to her, while her mouth cried for him to stop. He knew what parts of her he wanted to oblige.

He used her pussy to masturbate, only the fleshlights he'd played with didn't have this great cushioning. There was malice in it too, he had to admit, the way he crushed her underneath himself, his street-borne strength used to hammer the little girl with the big tits. His eyebrows raised for the little noises of approval in the pitched screeches. He went on until she was ragged, but refused to give her any rest. He grabbed her by her waist and leaned back, straightened his legs under het to sit, so she'd be forced to straddle him, ass showing to Nahoya as she was forced to face her bully.

Ryi looked into her eyes as he started bouncing her, and at the same time he dug his heels in to thrust into her when he slammed her down on his hips. This also made her jiggle, of course, because she was made out of such alluring softness. As Ryi's eyes adjusted to the dark, he could clearly see Nahoya bend to be closer to them, but his free hand didn't reach, it was fervently jerking his own cock with her panties, all the while as his nose was running and his eyes were leaking.

"What's the matter, Mei Harte?" he asked, and went on to include her class and year too, for the camera, all while she was being fucked and made to fuck him back. His hands crawled downward as his forearms locked in the cinch of her waist to keep her motion going. His fingers dug into her ass and spread it to show her boyfriend and the recording lens her little asshole, under which her pussy was being stretch and reshaped by the aggressive, veiny cock. It made Nahoya gawk and the hand move furiously on his smaller cock. "You're a whore, this is your job. Don't be so gloom!" he laughed and fucked her brutally.