Not bad at all. Good work, quite sexy.

>>37165
It would have been hilarious IMO.

Just end this with just CHOMP and then screaming.

[X] Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

[X] That round little ass of hers is just incredible. If her pussy was that good, her asshole is going to be legendary.

Didn't expect to like this as much as I did. Good work anon.

[X] Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

[x] That round little ass of hers is just incredible. If her pussy was that good, her asshole is going to be legendary.

You have my attention.

[X] Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

[x] That round little ass of hers is just incredible. If her pussy was that good, her asshole is going to be legendary.

[x] That round little ass of hers is just incredible. If her pussy was that good, her asshole is going to be legendary.

[X] Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

[X] Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

[x]Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

It's about god damn time we get something rougher. Bravo.

[x] That round little ass of hers is just incredible. If her pussy was that good, her asshole is going to be legendary.

Sometimes its nice to read something a bit rougher.

[x]Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

Blowjobs the best.

[X] Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

[x] That round little ass of hers is just incredible. If her pussy was that good, her asshole is going to be legendary.

Guys.

You go ass, THEN mouth, then ass again. The nastier, the better.

>>37196

Uh, no thanks. That sounds pretty unsanitary. Nazrin might be a bitch, but I don't want her to get sick or anything.

>>37196
No.
Just... no.

But this is words on a website! STDs can't be caught by lines of code and fantasy, and if they can, there's a super magic doctor in the bamboo forest! Otherwise It would be stupid for me to have even suggested the order of events!

[X] That round little ass of hers is just incredible. If her pussy was that good, her asshole is going to be legendary.

We have to go ass-to-mouth. We have to.

>>37196
That's not a bad idea.

[X] Those bright eyes, high cheekbones gracefully tapering to that pert chin - she's going to look amazing sucking me off.

After I'd calmed down a bit, I was in the mood for something more relaxed. I grabbed her by one ankle and reeled her in for round two. She tried to curl into a ball, sobbing and twisting away from me. I pulled her into my lap, her narrow shoulder-blades against my chest, but when she felt my stiff cock brush against her ass she squealed and tried to bolt; thrashing and flailing in a blind panic. Sometimes that's fun, but after the fight and the blind rage and the furious fucking, I just wanted to take it easy. So I pulled her arms behind her back and looped my arm under them to pin her, then clamped my other hand over her mouth and nose.

She bucked wildly, heels digging into the grass as she arched her back, trying to pop out of my grasp. She twisted and writhed, every muscle in her lean, petite body taut with desperation, but no matter how she tried she couldn't escape. As her consciousness faded, her struggles lost all cohesion and became completely reflexive; tail twitching spasmodically against my belly, little feet bicycling in the grass as she pushed against me, trying to reduce the pressure of my palm against her face. I grunted as her firm little ass rubbed my cock with every thrash and twist - I was already having trouble containing myself. It really was my lucky day.

After a few minutes her thrashing subsided to twitching, and with one last agonized shudder, her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out. I released her face immediately. She lay slack against me, eyes glazed over as she wheezed for precious air on automatic reflex. From my travel bag (lying discarded nearby) I retrieved a ring gag and a few short lengths of rope. With mousebitch unconscious it was easy to slip the gag in her mouth. I cinched the strap tight behind her head and took a second to smell her hair - incredibly thick and still fluffy despite her clean, faintly sharp smelling sweat. With the rope I bound her wrists tightly. To pass the time I also tied her elbows, and added a third length around her slender biceps, cinching them all tight.

She came around quickly, rolling her head back and forth in a groggy daze. She whimpered and gasped as I played with her little tits, squeezing and kneading slowly. A cute “Aaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!” escaped her when I tweaked and tugged her stiff little nipples. I was just nibbling her neck when she regained her senses and discovered her bindings.

“Auuuh. Nuuuh, nuuuh!” she wailed, struggling to enunciate with the ring forcing her jaw open. I hooked my leg over hers to keep them from thrashing about as I toyed with her, pulling her breasts in slow circles by the nipples as I sucked on her clavicle greedily. Tiny shoulders, delicate, refined collarbone, a slender, sculpted neck - it all looked even lovelier when she arched her back in a vain attempt to lessen the tension on her tender breasts. It accentuated the hollow of her throat too much to ignore; I sucked on it violently before releasing her nipples. She slumped against my chest instantly, exhausted, and my lips parted from her throat with a wet, obscene pop! Seizing her chin in my hand, I turned her face to mine and kissed her, shoving my tongue through the ring-gag and into her mouth, savoring the texture of her small, supple tongue as I lashed it. She tasted light and sweet, like apples.

I withdrew at last and took a moment to admire my catch, turning her face this way and that. Loose, wavy bangs fell over her forehead and around her high cheekbones to frame a lovely face; pert nose, high cheekbones and full, flushed cheeks tapering to a small chin. Her large, almond-shaped eyes were excellently highlighted against her pale skin with thin dark lines of eyeshadow, finally starting to blur from the big wet tears streaming down her cheeks. She stared into my eyes pleadingly, her heart racing under my fingertip as I traced it down her breastbone. With the attitude and scowl and shit-talking finally gone, she really was a pretty little thing.

She was going to look amazing sucking on my cock.

I shoved her off my lap, her little ass jigging as it hit the grass, then buried my hand in her thick hair. She howled and kicked when I dragged her a few feet to a tree, where I took a seat and leaned back against the trunk for comfort. I manhandled her into position by my side, then laid her face-down in my lap. Lifting her head in both hands I rubbed her warm cheek against the underside of my shaft a few times, then dangled it over my tip. Her eyes widened as she stared down its length; still smeared with cum and her own pussy juices and blood.

“Noh,” she breathed, her tongue flicking out of the gag as she struggled to enunciate around it. “Pleahh. Pleaah!” I stifled her; slipping my engorged head through the ring forcing her mouth open. The sensation of her supple tongue mashing against my glans was electrical, making me gasp. The ring was just big enough to admit me and her mouth was small; caressing me wetly on all sides. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the tree to enjoy it properly as I bobbed her head up and down on my manhood; varying the angles slightly to explore every crevice of her small mouth. Her unwilling, resistant tongue grinding against my left side and the hard, slick roof of her mouth against the right was a magical contrast. Every thrust felt subtly different as her tongue shifted and lashed about, trying to avoid my shaft - in vain, because it filled her little mouth to capacity. Tilting her head, I shoved my cock into her cheek, groaning with ecstasy as the sensitive underside of my glans was wrapped tight in that elastic flesh. I could see exactly where I 'was;' her cheek distended by my member. With her turned sideways I could stroke it back and forth along the length of her cheek; grinding my glans and shaft against soft, pliable flesh that streeeeetched over my head like rubber. After a while of that, I tilted her the other way and ground the top of my glans against the other cheek while her tongue sent bolts of pleasure down the underside of my shaft with every thrust. From that angle I could see her face; her red pupils straining against the corners of her eyes to stare at me tearfully.

The fire in my loins had flared alight again and my cock was twitching, eager for the main course. I lifted her off and laid her cheek on my thigh, letting her pull her knees up as she panted weakly for breath, drool trickling from her gag. I pushed her off, rolled her flat on her back and straddled her, kneeling just over her belly. She stared at me in wide-eyed horror; trying to anticipate the next degradation as I idly groped her tits. They were small and firm and fine, and looked quite pretty with the little blue jewel glinting between them as her chest rose and fell with weak gasps. I snapped my fingers to get her focus, then stroked a fingertip down my shaft, glistening wet and clean from her mouth. I stopped halfway down, where cum and blood was still drying.

I shook my head slowly.

She wailed helplessly, trying to scoot away from me with her wildly windmilling legs before I seized her hair, pulled her upwards and forced her onto my cock; shoving roughly till my tip bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes went wild as she drummed her heels helplessly in the grass, tongue rising to wrap around my shaft as her gag reflex triggered; every muscle in her throat constricting to try and push me out. I slid her off slowly, letting her desperately thrusting tongue massage the underside of my shaft. As soon as she took a snort of air, I pulled her back down, eliciting a grunt of pain as I bumped the back of her throat roughly and pushed. She squeezed her weeping eyes shut in pain - and then I forced my way into her throat.

And I thought her pussy was tight! I could see the bulge of my dick distending her slender little throat, clinging tighter than a glove. Her pliable tongue was pressed against my base while her throat squeezed and massaged my glans and shaft; trying to swallow or expel me, anything, anything to clear the blockage. Her eyes were wide as dinner plates as she stared at me, no trace of hate or pleading left; just a look of blank, helpless terror. She regarded me as a peasant regards a God, which I was, to her - after all, I controlled her fucking air.

I yanked her off just before she passed out, my dick popping upright as it slid out of the gag, flicking precum over her pretty pale face. She dangled by her captive hair, little tits jiggling prettily with each violent cough and wheeze as she fought for air. When I slid my tip back through the ring, she thrust her head forward willingly, taking me as deep as she could without gagging. Her apple cheeks dimpled cutely as she sucked for all she was worth, sliding her stiff tongue down my length and back up again before rolling it against that special spot right below the tip. She was clumsy and desperate, but she did know her way around a dick, it seemed. She begged me with wide weeping eyes as she slurped and sucked like mad, trying to make me cum before I suffocated her on my cock. If she'd been more experienced, she might've pulled it off, but unfortunately for her she only stroked my lust to a fever pitch. I shuffled forward, lying her shoulders in the grass, and began humping her face. I turned my face to the noonday sun, relishing the warm light on my skin as my cock battered her throat; rasping quickly over her tongue and stabbing into the impossibly tight embrace of her throat.

The world seemed to spin when I blew, my conscious mind spinning off into oblivion. I slammed my groin into her chin with a few final thrusts, milking the prickling fire in my loins for every last wonderful drop as I emptied my balls down her throat. When I rolled off her she coughed violently, ejecting a gout of cum that splattered over her face. Her lungs emptied, she could only swallow the rest in one big gulp. I laid lazily in the sun, enjoying the afterglow as she rasped and gasped weakly for breath. Rolling on my side, head propped up in one arm, I traced the contours of her slender body; enjoying the rise and fall of her small ribcage, the hand-shaped bruises darkening on the milky-white skin of her little tits, so pert and pretty with their stiff little pink nipples. With her back arched slightly due to her bound arms beneath her, they were perfect. I gave one a lazy lick, then a slow, firm bite as I flicked her other nipple, savoring the soft flesh. She didn't even twitch - I'd raped her completely senseless.

She was the best fuck I'd enjoyed in a long, long while. I studied her with renewed interest. Maybe this one was a keeper.

[ ] I took her home with me. She was just too good not to keep.
[ ] I already had a better one in the toybox at home, so I strung her up for the next passer-by to enjoy. write-in the 2hu you've got at home.

[X] I took her home with me. She was just too good not to keep.

This is awful and disgusting and degrading and I want more you glorious bastard.

[X] I took her home with me. She was just too good not to keep.

We would probably never agree on one right now. Maybe later if OP allow us.

[X] I took her home with me. She was just too good not to keep.

Oh boy, time for the rape dungeon

[ ] I already had a better one in the toybox at home, so I strung her up for the next passer-by to enjoy.

Keine

>>37213
Tempting. But yet, that vote imply they were already broke in, no? I would feel a bit sad to skip over that.

[X] I took her home with me. She was just too good not to keep

[X] I took her home with me. She was just too good not to keep.

What's this? SKIP breaking a [spoiler]Nightbug[spoiler] Touhou? Puh-lease.

[X] I already had a better one in the toybox at home, so I strung her up for the next passer-by to enjoy.
-[X]Kaguya Houraisan

[X] I already had a better one in the toybox at home, so I strung her up for the next passer-by to enjoy.
-[X]Kaguya Houraisan

What's the state of the Touhou we've potentially got at home? This is important. I'm all for a switch, and leaving Nazrin here is great, but broken toys are no fun.

Waiting warmly for State of the Touhou address.

I took her home, of course. I couldn't resist.

From the moment she'd tried to forestall a violent facefucking by sucking me to climax first, I knew she was a keeper. Often they decide they want to die; especially the humans. They're delicate; limited. But youkai are durable, low-maintenance and recover quickly, and if you find one that desperately wants to live, you've got a prize. That she was such an arrogant little bitch was just icing on the cake.

I'd left her in the “toybox,” a halfassed name for a side room dedicated to private leisure, as opposed to interrogations someone was paying for. Her wrists (and the tip of her tail, just in case) were bound over her head, lashed to a rafter; just enough slack so she wasn't dangling from it. Her slender, shapely legs were spread wide, ankles lashed to one of her own dowsing rods to keep them apart. The tip of the s-shape on the other rod was at the perfect angle, so I'd slid it into her asshole as an impromptu anal hook and tied the other end to a rope thrown over the rafter and down to a winch. She was standing on tip-toe - even harder to do with her legs spread wide - trying to keep her own dowsing rod from stretching her asshole too much. Her slender, gently-curving calves looked even better when they were taut. I considered stripping off her white socks - the only clothing I hadn't ripped off - but somehow they accentuated the whole tableau, highlighting how gloriously, helplessly exposed she was. A hefty ballgag and blindfold ensured her keen focus on the matter at hand.

The best part was the clamps I'd clipped onto her pert little nipples. Fishing line tied to them ran straight out before her, through an eyelet in a wooden stand, then angled downward where they were tied off through a hole punched in one side of a rusty coffee can, hanging between her knees (the other side was supported by another length of line tied off to an eyelet in the wall.) I'd dropped a few lead fishing weights into the can to make it heavy enough to be interesting; but the final burden was up to her.

I watched silently from the doorway as she struggled to spare her bruised and battered tits any more torment. With her ankles spread wide I could watch the muscles around her firm little mound tensing and flexing desperately. She was breathing in rapid shallow sips: gasping too deeply would cause her breasts to heave and agonize her tender nipples even more. She moaned through her ball-gag miserably, muscles in the hollow of her pelvis quivering with effort, but it was too late. The heavy stainless-steel ball-bearing slid out of her pussy and landed in the coffee can with a jarring clang. She rose a half-inch, slender biceps tensing as she tried to pull herself up, her belly squeezed taut as she clenched every muscle in her core and cunt, desperate to keep the rest of them in.

I crept across the room silently till I could check the can - about half the ball-bearings I'd stuffed up her pussy were in there, and her small tits were painfully distended already. I hovered silently by her side for a while, waiting for her latest surge of desperate strength to subside. Her legs were soon trembling, and despite the cool air drops of sweat were trickling down the groove of her spine. At last, she made her choice, letting her body sink onto the hook. She hissed and shuddered as her tight little sphincter was stretched oblong by the blunt, rough iron penetrating her backdoor.

But she snapped straight up again when I leaned in and breathed into her fuzzy ear: “Good morning, slut.”

I stepped behind her and grabbed her small hips. A shudder of dread rippled through mousebitch's slender frame as I slid my hands up her sides, savoring the gentle taper of her waist. I moved in closer, letting my stiff cock rub against her ass as I slid my hands up further and squeezed her breasts gently. She keened in misery; her breasts were still sporting bruises of yesterday's lesson. Her muffled wails rose a few octaves when I lightly trailed teasing fingertips across her groin, from one hip to the other; the involuntary quivering in her loins made retaining the balls even harder. I slid my fingers through her short-cropped pubic hair, then traced up and down her sex. She had a firm little mound and a tight, smooth labia - I grabbed her crotch in my palm and squeezed slightly, just to enjoy the feel of it. Then I slid two fingers into her snatch, and bumped up against a ball bearing perilously close to falling out.

“Here,” I whispered into her ear as I tugged on one of her nipple clamps. “Let me help you.” I pushed the ball bearings deeper into her damp pussy, slowly, inch-by-inch. Mousebitch's breathing became ragged as I thrust deeper; after the battering I'd given it yesterday, her pussy was just one big throbbing bruise - which made clenching those heavy steel balls even harder.

“There. Isn't that better?” I slid my hands up and down her sides again, marveling again at how tiny she was - I knew I could pick her up and fuck her without her little feet touching the ground, if I wanted. With her arms bound overhead, I couldn't help but notice her armpits; pale and smooth. I scraped my fingernails lightly over her rips and into her pits and was rewarded with a faint gasp and shiver, noticeably stronger than the constant quiver of aching, tired muscles.

Aha.

I kissed her neck and began nipping my way down her clavicle as my fingertips explored her body, brushing and scratching and tickling to find her vulnerable spots. She was thrumming like a plucked guitar string now; jaw quivering as she bit down on her gag. Burying a hand in her thick grey hair, I yanked her head back and trailed my fingers down her exposed throat; than the sides of her neck as I bit her shoulder. I could feel her racing pulse and ragged breath under my fingertips, so vital and vulnerable. When I released her she let her chin drop to her chest, panting like a dog. I moved to her sides; long, quick strokes from hip to armpit followed by a furious, slow-advancing scribbling from bottom to top. Her little ass swayed back and forth as she tried desperately to twist away from my fingers, rubbing her firm buttcheek against my cock. As I neared her armpits her cries grew more and more desperate, a muffled “HNNNNN! HNNNNN! HNNNNNNNNNN!” Her hands twisted and writhed in the twine bindings till they turned red; her little ass jiggled and jounced, but there was no escape. I knew right then I could finish her, but there was something else I wanted to try, first, so I stopped just short of the brink. I keeled and watched her for a minute. Her ass was tight as a drum; every fiber of her being clenched tight and trembling to sustain her pose. Mousebitch was at her limit now; pulling her knees in as much as she could, trying to bring her thigh muscles into play to retain the balls. I squeezed her ass, then brushed and tickled her inner thighs.

Jackpot. Her knees tightened inward a few inches, trying to shut me out, than outward, trying to escape - the limits of her motion, tied as she was. From below I could watch every twitch and shiver of her pelvic muscles. My penis was painfully erect now, precum already beading at the tip - this was quite a show. With one thumb I pulled her labia open to reveal her little pink snatch, watching hungrily as it twitched and quivered to hold the balls in despite the tickling-induced shivers. She hated that - her muffled sobs flowed freely. I've had girls that were all spit and scratch when I was plowing'em for the first time in a dark forest, but sobbed like schoolgirls when I made them ride me face-to-face in lamplight. They hate being exposed to hungry eyes.

I trailed my fingers down her firm thighs, over her knees, and down her taut, sculpted calves - no dice. Only one place left to try. I knew they were vulnerable when she started crying again as I tugged her socks off - she knew what was coming. Even her dainty feet were cute, smooth soles and high arches nicely displayed by her forced tiptoe stance. I stroked one fingertip up her sole and was rewarded with desperate pleas; “NUHH! NUHH NUHH NUHH NUHHH NUH NUH NUH!” as she shook her head back and forth desperately, heels wiggling to evade. I showed her what I thought of that by reaching under both feet and tickling them in earnest.

She went wild. She'd lower herself to crowd my fingers against the floor and reduce the speed and vigor of the assault, but she'd pop right back up again with a wail as the hook stretched her anus. Pulling her knees in helped her clench the balls, but twisted her heels outward, arching her soles tighter and making them extremely vulnerable to quick, light scritching with my fingernails. I watched with interest as her mound rose and fell, tightened and loosened as she struggled to recover from every lapse. The first steel ball parted her labia slowly, growing in size like a gathering dewdrop, and finally fell into the coffee tin with a clang. The sharp tug on her tender nipples was the last straw. The remaining ball bearings tumbled out in a flood, pulling her small breasts out so far that they looked like cones. Her bladder let go, urine spraying over the cold flagstones and running down her leg. She threw her head back and screamed her lungs empty into the gag as I calmly picked up a water bucket and splashed her clean, the waste running between the flagstones into a thick layer of gravel below.

Pulling her shivering, sweaty body close to mine, I buried my nose in her sweaty hair before nibbling on one mousey-ear. I undid the strap and pulled her gag out, tossing it aside, letting her hoarse, ragged panting fill the cool air. The nipple clamps went next, her breasts jiggling as they bounced back to their proper shape. She whimpered in relief; her ragged respiration finally slowing to something halfway steady. Cupping her mound in my palm, I lifted her up six inches to slip the hook out of her ass. She screamed hoarsely as her whole weight fell upon her bruised pussy, but when I let her down again she sagged in her bindings, spent. She was drooling, mouth hanging half-open. I traced my finger up and down her spine idly as I waited for her to catch her breath a bit, thinking. I had so many ideas for this little bitch, it was hard to decide.

[ ] Lower the rope lashing her arms so she's hanging with her back horizontal; letting you apply the ol whip'n'wax as you violate her ass.
[ ] Untie her, pick her up off the floor and simply give her the assfucking of her life, as hard as you can. Try every position, see what works best.
[ ] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

After the next update you get to choose who your next "guest" is. No, she most certainly will not be broken. Nominations so far:

Keine

Kaguya (every doujin is her raping Mokou or someone else while going full fufufu~, she needs to be taken down a notch or twelve)

Wriggle

Go ahead and nominate others now. Consider most everyone fair game. Except, you know, the catfish. And Mimi-chan. And the turtle. And the big frog. You get the picture... I hope.

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

The best way to get someone to work with you is to give them limited, but not zero, options. Even the illusion that they have some miniscule control over their situation will make them all the more docile.

As for our next guest...

[X]Keine

Everybody wants to fuck the hot schoolteacher.

YOU ARE WELCOME ANON~

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Kaguya
Forget the schoolteacher, I want the princess!

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?
[x] Kaguya

What a hard choice... The deliciously filled-out teacher who may have taught this character, or the pure princess?

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[x] Kaguya
-[x] And have Mokou help.

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Keine

To give Keine a fighting chance.

>>37227

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Kaguya

[X] Untie her, pick her up off the floor and simply give her the assfucking of her life, as hard as you can. Try every position, see what works best.

[X] Wriggle

Pissing Into the Tide, Episode V: The Tide Pisses Back

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Kaguya

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Keine

change of pace to contrast slim Nazrin.

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Keine

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X] Kaguya. I would love to see her get knocked down a peg

[X] The peerless beauty of legend old (Kaguya)

[X] Untie her, pick her up off the floor and simply give her the assfucking of her life, as hard as you can. Try every position, see what works best.

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?
[x] Kaguya

[X] Make the mouse work.

It'll be all the sweeter when she complies.

[X] Wriggle

I'm still voting Wriggle.

Wait. This feeling of helplessness... of inevitable defeat...

Is this tidepissing?

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Kaguya

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?
[X] Talk to her while you do so
[X] Kaguya

[x] Lower the rope lashing her arms so she's hanging with her back horizontal; letting you apply the ol whip'n'wax as you violate her ass.
[x]Keine

You totally stacked the vote with that "Kaguya has it coming" comment, you know.

>>37249
I know.

Well... We'll be able to do Keine next, right?

>>37251

I sure hope not. I want the next person to be voted on, not predetermined.

>>37252
Jeez, let me reword that then.

We'll be able for a third person after Kaguya, right? I do want to see Keine appear here.

>>37253
>We'll be able for a third person after Kaguya, right?

Sure, I see no reason not to!

Also, I've got another story or three with the same kind of depravity this one has, but they're not with the same characters or whatever. Should I make a new thread for those, or post them here? They're standalone shorts that won't be getting voted updates, to be clear.

>>37254
If they're one-shots, I guess you may as well post them here, I believe.

Or you could always post one first and see how we react.

>>37254
There used to be a thread for one shots, but it hit autosage. You could just make a new one.

[X] Untie her, pick her up off the floor and simply give her the assfucking of her life, as hard as you can. Try every position, see what works best
[X]Rinnosuke

>>37263

I KNEW SOMEONE WOULD THROW THAT OUT THERE

>>37263

Why didn't I think of that?

[X] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Kaguya

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Keine

[x] Untie her, slip it in her ass and force her to bounce on it as you relax - why should you do all the work?

[X]Keine

I desire curves.

>>37274
Who says princesses don't have curves as well?

>>37275
That's an exception than the rule.

>>37275
Keine's curvier, and the point >>37234 brought up about her maybe teaching the protagonist as a kid is to great to pass up.

>>37278

Scrambling? Ok, first of all; calm down dude. File for unemployment with your state and literally get paid to sit on your ass all day. It lasts up to 23 weeks so there's no reason to get all bent out of shape just from losing your job.

>>37277
>scenes intercutting flashbacks to straight shota femdom that Keine did with the protag a decade or more ago with scenes of the protag stringing up and domming Keine right now while her tears of violation slowly turn into tears of joy as she realizes her little student finally understood his lessons and uses what he learned
hhhhhhhnnnnngggg

>>37280
No. That's not even close.

>>37281

I dunno, what >>37280 said is pretty great.

>>37282
Not every woman should be unwilling, otherwise it might get old. I'm not usually a Keine man, but having teach help willingly might even be just what we need.

sexy dominating couple,

>>37281

Yea, I'm not sure exactly what standard you're measuring it's "closeness" to; but I think what >>37280 said would be pretty interesting.

That was not that kind of 'teaching' from Keine I had in mind when I first brought that up...

>>37284
>>37282
I meant it's not even close to what I was thinking and why I said Keine would be delicious.
Regular Keine is perfect for this, but pedo rapist Keine is trash! Especially with that "tears of violation slowly turn into tears of joy" bit. There should be no joy in a rape victim!

>>37283
The women being unwilling is kinda the central tenant of this story.

>>37290

Maybe they could work together? Kinda like Jigsaw and that other chick. Keine's powers would be perfect for a rape tag team.

Also, regarding the pedo rapist Keine being trash thing you said; one could argue that the tears a rapist would shed upon being raped themselves are vastly superior to non-rapist tears. I mean...we could argue this all day as I'm absolutely positive the quality of rape victim tears is a subject that desperately needs delving into. The point is: you might want to offer some Keine suggestions that mutually exclusive with the general consensus. That way the Keine OP makes can be one whom we all can enjoy seeing raped.

>>37290
Eh the idea would make it stand out from the tons of touhou rape doujins that are out there.

Meh, don't really like the idea myself.

>>37293
I don't see how despair turning to joy would set it apart from usual Touhou rape doujins. They're full of that.

>>37292
I mean, sure, tag-teams are a thing, but there are better Touhous for that. Seiga, for instance. And this protag seems best for going solo anyway.

I think anything detracting from how wonderful a woman Keine is would be bad. Keine's and the situation surrounding is already prime rape story material; you don't need to add on stuff, nor should you, lest you undermine what's already there.

>>37283
It just occurred to me that I'm being a colossal faggot.

We're here for rape stuff. That's the point. I can read some doujin if I want consensual.

>>37300

God dammit, now I forgot to sage. I might just stop posting to this story, save to make votes without comments, or I might just shit this u way to bad.

okay okay how about >Starts with raping regular Keine but then the full moon, and it's Keine's turn to rape him

Or is that going way too far into "absurd doujin territory"?

How about we just wait for the author to update, guys?

>>37317
Yeah, yeah, you're right. Should be worrying about Kaguya instead anyway.

...OP, you still here?

I untied her slender ankles from the dowsing rod and kicked it aside, sending it clattering over the flagstones. Her wrists were next, delicate skin rubbed raw by struggling against the twine bindings. Thus freed, she cowered knock-kneed before me, shivering like a leaf, slender arms clutched over her bruised breasts. The blindfold came off last, but she just stared at the floor, blinking blearily in the light. I snapped my fingers impatiently, and when she finally stole a terrified glance at me from the corner of her eyes, I pointed at the king-sized bed in the far corner of the room.

She just cowered a little more and began sobbing again, the deep, strong kind that start deep in the diaphragm and leave your sides aching after. She didn't argue, or beg - she knew there was no point. She simply couldn't bring herself to take a single step towards her next rape.

I seized a handful of her fluffy thick hair and landed an open-handed slap on her ass. She squealed like a stuck pig and arched forward, hands flying back to cover her rear. I just reached around and landed the next one on her tit. That elicited a shrill scream of agony that emptied her lungs, the blow smarting long after it fell. She pressed one arm across her nipples and tried to cover her ass with one tiny hand, palm over her crack and fingers spread wide. It was adorable. I laughed at her for a moment and then slapped her ass again, alternating cheeks as I went. She did the cutest little dance, swaying her hips around in a futile, desperate effort to dodge her punishment. Her firm little fanny jiggled deliciously with each solid satisfying THWAP THWAP THWAP of my palm striking her flesh. I ceased after a minute or so and gave her head a violent shake to make my point, then shoved her forward, releasing her hair. Keening in terror, she stumbled towards the bed unsteadily. When she was within a few strides I seized her waist in both hands, plucked her off her dainty feet and hurled her onto the mattress. She tried to scramble across it to escape me, wheezing the quick staccato hee-hee-hee of pure panic, but I caught her ankle and dragged her back in, unable to resist giving her ass a few fresh blows. She huddled into a miserable little pile, face-down, like she was performing dogeza, her grey tail curled between her legs and pressed against her crotch; a futile gesture that failed to fully cover her labia, much less her crotch.

Looking at the red angry handprints rising on her tight ass, with her cute, delicate little feet just below I was struck with the sudden mad urge to take her right then; yank her head back by the hair, press a fist into the hollow of her back and bend her into shape as I savaged her tight little anus as hard as I could. But that was just a momentary surge of libido; it wasn't what I wanted. Leaning over to the cart of 'supplies' near the bed, I plucked off a bottle of sake; the good stuff. Pulled the cork with my teeth and slugged down half the bottle in a few hot, hard swallows, grunting as it seared down my throat and kindled that nice bright fire in my belly. A little alcohol always enhances the action.

Seizing her tail, I yanked her ass up a bit for a better angle and pressed the lip of the bottle against the tight little flower of her anus. Still sore from the long torture with her own dowsing rod, it stretched reluctantly under my forceful pressure till I could work the top edge in - and ram the whole thing in with one violent thrust.

“Hugkrh!” she exclaimed. I watched in amusement as her sphincter twitched and spasmed against the cold hard glass bottleneck, trying uselessly to expel it. The sharp agony stole her breath away, leaving only a “gnuuh! nuuuh! nuuuh!” moaning from her lips.

“Bottoms up, bitch,” I sniggered, and used the leverage of the bottle to hoist her little ass airborne.

“Gnhaaaaaa! Ooooooooh! Nooooooooo-ooooh-ooooh” she wailed and sobbed, but she obligingly raised her ass. I tickled her little feet as the sake seeped into her colon. Unhappy with the pace, I planted my thumb near her asshole and pulled to one side; trying to stretch her sphincter wide enough to let air in there. No dice - her colon was clinging to that bottleneck like a glove for the whole length. I swallowed hungrily as my boner stiffened to almost painful levels of lust - fucking her asshole was going to be divine.

The empty bottle withdrew from her ass with a sharp wet *pop!* Her spanked ass dropped against her heels again, a mere trickle of sake dripping out of her anus - I'd made sure it had time to fully soak into her gut before removing it. Youkai are tough, but she was a petite little thing and I'd just poured half a bottle of high-grade shit right into her system; a flush was already coloring her small shoulders and cheeks. I boarded the bed and knelt near the headboard, flipping her onto her back and spreading her thighs. She just stared at me with wide, limpid eyes, mouth half-open, breathing heavily as I slid her spanked ass up my thighs till my stiff cock was lying against her pussy lips. Her little hands fell upon mine where I was gripping the tops of her thighs, her grasp tremulous and weak.

“Why?” she asked, her voice shaking and frail. “W-wh-y m-mmm-me?”

I leaned over her hungrily. She cringed into the mattress, planting her hands on my shoulders and trying to push me away weakly. My mouth found her nipple and sucked it greedily, pulling her breast upward through sheer suction till it parted with an obscene pop. She cried helplessly as I worked my way up, nipping her shoulder, licking the salty trace of her tears from her cheek on my way to her head. I nipped and nibbled her soft, fuzzy ear a few times, then whispered -

“Because I want to – and you're too weak to stop me.”

I slid my hands up over her hips and gripped her waist firmly, thumbs pressing into her soft belly. Her cunt slid up my penis till the head sprang forward, hovering under her tailbone. I brought her closer and pressed my head against her sore, abused anus.

“Nuh! No! Nuhhhoooo!” she cried, her tiny little hands pressing against my chest uselessly. “Too bhig! Tooo biiiig! STHOP!”

I pulled her against me, groaning as my tip started to stretch her open. Her anus squeezed and flexed iron-tight against me as I stretched her open with the blunt head of my cock. I was too big for her – but my biceps were stronger than her sphincter, and it was admitting me, millimeter by millimeter. I kissed her cheek, noting the flushed warmth of her skin – the sake was taking its toll on her slender frame. Her resistance was slipping by the second as I slid in slowly, inch-by-inch. The alcohol had left her ass slick and hot; like the intense wet heat of a sauna. Her heart was hammering like a drum; easily felt against my chest. She was panting weakly by now, her slender frame limp – all she could do now was endure the alien ache of my huge, hot cock filling her asshole.

When my groin was finally pressing against her ass, I gave the hollow of her throat one last wet kiss and straightened up, sliding my hands over her hips to grip her narrow waist firmly. She was staring off to one side, small arms wrapped over her chest modestly.

“Are you ready, slut?” I asked conversationally.

That got her attention. She shook her head, sweaty gray hair flying prettily. “D-don't,” she wheezed. “Yuh'll kill me! It'll khill me!”

I laughed at her cruelly, feasting my eyes on her tiny despoiled body. “I'm not going to take it easy just because you're an amateur.”

Fresh tears welled in her eyes as she recognized her own smack-talk from the day before. “I'm sowwy,” she sobbed miserably. “Ahm sowwwyyy! Fuhghive meeee-hee-heeee! Fughiv meeeeeee-he-he-he-hic-hic-hic-”

I slid out of her slowly, groaning with ecstasy as her slick, hot anus clenched defensively, eager to force me out. She wailed disconsolately as I slowly stroked my cock with her ass, beating her tiny fists on my arms and wrists as she writhed helplessly in my grasp, keening in pain with each thrust. Satisfied that she was sufficiently lubed, I seized her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head, thighs pressing against hers till her heels were dangling in the air, just as I'd taken her that first time in the field.

She remembered. “Please,” she begged through her sobs, voice thick from the sake in her system. “It hurth. It hurts! IT HURTS!” she wailed.

“Why should I give a fuck?” I asked, and swung myself back, ready to ram her asshole with everything I had.

“AH'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!” she squealed. “PLEASE! ANYTHING!”

I paused, staring into her red eyes, brimming with tears.

“Anything?” I said, letting the word ooze out of my mouth.

She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth twisting in misery as she fought the admission. But with my cock splitting her asshole with agony, she didn't really have a choice. “A-annythaang!” she stammered out between sobs. “Aaanything! Pleease!”

I sank back on my haunches again, pulling her upright with me by the shoulders, then swung my legs out straight before me. Reclining against the headboard, I ran my hungry gaze up and down the mouse's battered body as she straddled my lap, still riding my cock. She stared blankly into space, arms crossed over her bruised breasts.

I seized her dainty chin with one hand and pulled her into a kiss. She squeezed her eyes shut and shivered with revulsion, but didn't try to resist – she'd learned her lesson. She still wasn't opening her mouth voluntarily, though, and she ought to know better. I gripped her slender neck in both hands and pressed my thumbs against the small, smooth hollow of her throat with just enough pressure to make things interesting. Her eyes popped wide open as she gripped my wrists desperately with tiny hands unable to even encircle them. I stared right into her red eyes as her mouth parted, little tongue fluttering in panic – and then I kissed her again. Tilting my head slightly, I pressed my tongue onto hers, smothering those little flutters. She shivered despite herself as I traced along her pert little lips, then back over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. Her thundering pulse and strangled gasps could be felt beneath my hands; her hot vitality, her very life squirming helplessly beneath my thumbs. I lost track of time as I violated her mouth, sucking and stroking to my hearts content, making her shiver and twitch on my cock. I broke contact at last, nibbling her lower lip before pushing her away, a streamer of drool linking our lips. She gasped deeply when I released her throat, little tits heaving nicely as she made up for lost air; eyes half-mast and cheeks flushed.

“You like that, cunt?” I asked conversationally, cupping her cheeks in my hands as I rolled her face this way and that curiously. Her blank eyes seemed to stare right through me. With a slap I knocked her arms away from her chest and groped one small tit, rotating her nipple in slow circles with my thumb. She closed her eyes and shivered helplessly as I ran my other hand down her side, savoring the graceful taper of her waist before tracing my fingertips across her delicate collarbone and over her bruised throat. She wept silent tears of shame as I explored her body, every inch of it spread out for me to see.

“Put your hands behind your head,” I ordered, “and lock your fingers together.”

She obeyed, her mouth twisting on the verge of sobbing as she felt the motion hoist her perky little tits higher, presenting herself for me. Her firm breasts were supple and satisfying in my hands, nipples already stiff. I pinched them roughly and tugged upwards.

She shrieked, rising involuntarily to lessen the tension on nipples already sore from yesterday's playtime. I kept tugging and she kept rising, pulling herself up off my cock. Her ass sucked on my shaft, resisting the withdrawal so tightly that she screamed, “STOP STOP STOP,” afraid my cock might turn her inside-out. Gritting my teeth against the incredible sensation, I released her three-quarters of the way up and oh damn! I hissed as she sank onto my cock slowly, the resistance of her little asshole enough to slow the descent of her light frame to a crawl. It was agonizingly wonderful, and I gave myself a few seconds to recover my wits before pinching her nipples again.

“NO NO NONONONONO-” she screamed, but I just tugged her up again. This time she just hovered up there, obviously wanting to pull herself off completely, but knowing I'd beat her senseless if she did. Her indecision was brief - after two days of rape and torture she hadn't much strength left - and she sank back onto my shaft as her firm, trim thighs shuddered with exhaustion. She hadn't moved her hands – she was internalizing the futility of resistance.

“You know what to do now?”

She crumpled her mouth and wept, eyes closed.

“If you don't, we can go at my pace-” I grabbed her waist. She rose instantly, struggling upwards faster than I'd forced her. She could do nothing for the descent but ride it, biting her lip in pain as my cock spread her colon open with torturous slowness every time. I kept my hands on her waist, the silent threat that kept her laboring – such things were usually so much talk to scare sheltered bitches who'd never had a rough fucking, but her asshole was gripping me so tightly I half-believed I really *could* fuck her to death, if I was careless.

I traced my fingers lightly over her thighs as she rose, feeling her toned muscles tense and flex. The ascent was bracing; the cool air vivid on my shaft as the intense sauna-like heat of her asshole was withdrawn, her interior clinging like a long goodbye kiss. The descent was comforting; the heat taking me back from the chill, the intense, firm pressure of her tight passage sliding down over me again. With every wonderful slow stroke the movement became smoother, easier: an asshole tight as hers never took a fucking without getting torn up a little. Her own blood was lubricating things now.

I snagged a cigarette from the bedside tray and lit it with magic, smoking it slowly as my new toy serviced me. She sobbed silently as I traced my fingertips down her breastbone, her soft, flat stomach, around and into her cute bellybutton. Her groin quivered involuntarily when I brushed light touches over it, and she hardly made a sound when I slipped one finger into her bruised pussy.

The alcohol wasn't just to soak her ass. It lowered her inhibitions, her conscious will to resist the physical sensations, and most importantly it dulled the aches and pains of the savage rape and torture she'd endured. Even with that, her pussy was still too sore to give her anything but agony, but a single finger pressed against her rear wall was tolerable – and with my thumb circling and stroking her clit gently, I could get somewhere.

She started to whimper gently, too drunk to stifle herself. I pulled her hands down behind her back and lashed her wrists together with a bit of twine from the tray, then pushed her gently till she was leaning back, bound hands braced on the bedspread, back arched. She fixed her wet eyes on a point on the ceiling, trying to endure, but they were starting to glass over as she lost her fight against the half-bottle of sake I'd poured into her ass. The new angle turned her ascent into an arc, grinding my shaft against the rear wall of her cunt; my thick finger gently, oh so gently massaging the other side as my thumb continued to tease her. The tears trickling from her glassy eyes flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto my knees as I continued to feel her up, running my fingers up and down her arched back; pressing my thumb gently against the notch of her breastbone to make her squirm. I'd never thought such a slow fuck could be so intense, or so pleasurable. Everyone has experiences that they wish would last forever; even if its just waking up early on cool summer morning and wishing that comfortable, contented feeling would last forever. That's what it was like – compared to the savage, ferocious fuck I'd given her yesterday, this felt like forever.

An hour and a half-pack of cigarettes later, my balls started to ache, desperate to be unleashed. The mousebitch was nearing her limit, her arms trembling as they supported her weight on each shaky upward climb. It was time for the grand finale.

All the sake in the world can only do so much. I seized her neck in both hands and pulled her up against me, throttling her roughly. With her wrists bound she couldn't even scratch or flail; she just stared at me with those glassy eyes wide with wonder, as if asking – didn't I try hard enough? Didn't I obey? Enveloping her mouth with mine, I kissed her hard as I squirmed lower on the bed and laid down, laying her atop of me. I began bucking my hips, giving her asshole the fast, furious fucking I'd promised I wouldn't. She tried to scream into my mouth but had no air to, her tongue fluttering deliciously as I twined my own around it. Her lips were soft and pliable and sweet, and I mouthed and sucked on them greedily as I humped her asshole. I could feel our racing heartbeats thundering against each other through our pressed-together chests, her struggling and twitching growing spasmodic and weak as she faded.

At last she hit the precipice of unconsciousness and the final, terminal euphoria hit her, intensifying the deep kiss and the cock pummeling her asshole. She came, and came and came, her steamy little colon squeezing me so violently that when I blew it felt like she was sucking my balls dry. With her lying across my chest, my cock in her ass and my tongue in her mouth it felt like I was riding my shivering slave through the air as the room spun and spun and spun.

---

I fell asleep. I dreamed; dreamed I was fucking her all over again. I woke up hours later to find her still on my chest, glassy eyes staring into the distance, still drunk. Rising, I pushed her off me roughly, sending her sprawling onto her back, limp and lifeless as a doll. The slight sound of respiration was her only activity. I pulled my cock out with a little difficulty – incredibly, I still had some wood – and my cum came flowing out of her gaping asshole.

Seizing her by the hair, I dragged her off the bed and across the room. She trailed blood-streaked cum across the cold flagstones to a small iron cage that I folded her into, then padlocked shut. Knees pulled up to her chest, head lolling against the bars, gaping asshole trickling a puddle of cum between her dainty feet – I felt my cock twitch again, and looked away as my breath caught.

My vacation had been absolutely incredible, thanks to that mouthy little cunt, and there'd be plenty of downtime to spend with her later... but for now, I needed to get back to paying work.

>My vacation had been absolutely incredible, thanks to that mouthy little cunt, and there'd be plenty of downtime to spend with her later... but for now, I needed to get back to paying work.

I wonder... Is that only his statement IC or is it a subtle message from you here, OP?

>>37340

totally IC. Turns out that linkedin isn't just a convenient way to turn your resume into a link that fits on a business card!

I'm amazed you guys liked all this so much so I'll be finishing one of my almost-completed shorts (unrelated to the current storyline) and posting it in here for giggles, to make up for the long delay.

>>37342
Well, can't wait to see. And can't wait to get started on Kaguya either.

OP? Your silence is scary.

>>37404

Still here! Just didn't have any commentary to reply to, and no questions to ask (since everyone voted for Kaguya months ago) so wasn't much to say.

I'm an IRC regular; I'm definitely here, just working on this slowly.

Latest update is DONE. I'll put it up in a few hours at the latest after I've gone over it for quality, proofing, etc.

with every update I an terrified that I have gone too far, but I can't help the shit that comes into my head

Also taking suggestions for content; characters, positions, scenarios, etc. I can come up with plenty on my own, but since I seem to be the only person around writing good, old-fashioned ultraviolence, (the ol' in-out, real savage,) I figure I may as well scratch a few more itches while I'm on a roll, or whenever the next one comes.

Well, still would like Keine to be next. And as suggested before, MC having been taught by her as a kid before returning to fulfill previous teacher fantasies has pretty unique potential here. And there's plenty of ways to use those breasts.

I'd left Nazrin to her workout regimen – small girls like her are always more fun when they're lean and toned, and my new toy was a little frail. She was leaning back against a horizontal pole pressed right under her shoulderblades, arms pulled back over it and bound at wrist and elbow. With ankles and knees pulled tight, she barely had room to squirm – and the pole's height forced her to stretch out on tiptoe to keep from hanging off it by her upper arms. Three loops of hemp rope were cinched tight around her narrow waist, their trailing lengths running between her thighs, back between her wrists (supported by her wrist lashings) and finally down to the heavy iron kettlebell I tied them off to.

The technique was only as effective as the girl was flexible – but tiny little Nazrin was plenty flexible. With the pole wedged between her back and biceps, she could only swing her forearms from the elbow, trying to touch her spanked ass with her thumbs. As she did, the angle of the taut lines was reduced, lessening the pressure on her genitals... a bit. All three lines were spaced out just-so through very careful, fiddly ropework, two pinching her labia inwards onto the third, running right down the middle. This one had been (painstakingly) knotted into a braid over the crucial length, giving her a little more surface to enjoy – and since it was a rough, fibrous hemp line, she was enjoying it thoroughly. The kettlebell was the real refinement; its ponderous inertia kept it swinging a little after every motion of her struggling arms, keeping the hemp twitching against her sore pussy. The clothespins clipped to her nipples wobbled slightly with her quick, unsteady breathing; arched back pulling her pert little tits even firmer and higher. The itching, scratching hemp was part tease, part torture; not quite enough to get her off, not quite painful enough to quell the longing ache.

There was one way out, however – and my estimates of her strength had been right on. From the way her jaw quivered as she bit down on the cloth gag tied into her mouth, and the beads of sweat that trickled down her brow to soak into her blindfold, I knew she was screwing up her remaining strength to try it.

She tried little hops, at first – her heels bouncing a few inches, but toes never leaving the ground. Her curvy little calves flexed and twitched deliciously as she tried to summon more strength from her burning muscles to no avail.

Nazrin 'rested' a moment, sagging onto the pole with a wail of muffled misery as it bit into her, her arms relaxing and letting the full weight of the kettlebell cut into her snatch. After a few ragged gasps she tried again, her breasts jiggling as her toes left the flagstones. A low keening wail drifted through her gag – the kettlebell was swinging pretty good, now – but she kept at it, bending her knees slightly with each hop, trying to inch back towards the bar. Her bare toes couldn't find enough purchase on the stones; every inch she gained slid away again. Her strength finally spent, she sank towards the floor, making an awful sound as her arms took the weight again. Pain shivered through her petite body as she trembled on the precipice, but finally she could take no more – her taut soles relaxed as she surrendered, her toes releasing their tenuous grip on the flagstones, and her feet slid out from under her.

The scream was ragged and raw and impressive even through the gag, but her lithe body was the real treat – her belly was flexing and tensing beautifully as she dragged her toes through a semicircle to bring them beneath her, knees bent. As her weight came off her feet entirely she tilted forward, frontheavy, pulling her arms up behind her back even tighter as the crotch ropes damn near embedded themselves in her. Her nipple ornaments hitched at her funny little hiccup, prompted by the rough hemp being jerked suddenly across her clit. Her arms shook as she pinched the pole against her back, dangling from it completely as she curled to lift her feet free of the floor, touching down again with toes directly beneath her. It took her several seconds to rise again, her thighs quivering at limits of her stamina – but at last, she managed. With the kettlebell bumping the backs of her knees, she could stand in relative comfort.

I was impressed – most of them ran out of strength halfway through or succumbed to pain. I let her rest for a minute, head bowed and breathing heavy. Then I swept up behind her and grabbed her small waist in my hands. Mousebitch jumped like my hands carried live current.

“Hello, fucktoy,” I growled into her fuzzy ear before nibbling on it, pulling her against me to rub my throbbing erection against her ass. Shivers of terror were thrumming through her frail frame like a plucked guitar string, her tail curled uselessly over her snatch. I slid one hand up over her ribcage to squeeze her tits gently, making her twitch as I flicked the clothespins on her nipples. The other smoothed down her flat belly to rub the hemp rope against her clit a little more, eliciting a whine through the gag.

“Hmm,” I whispered, pushing the hemp aside to slip my middle finger into her pussy experimentally. She made a faint sound, then tried to be invisible. I slid out of her and rubbed my fingers together experimentally. “Ooh ho, getting all hot and bothered there, whore?” Her shivers had become full-on shudders; dreading what was about to happen. I squeezed her tits in both hands, tugging and flicking the clothespins as I sniffed her sweaty, disheveled hair. “Fine. I'll give you what you want.”

I ducked under the pole, snatching her bound ankles up and lifting them over her head. Even with my cock sliding between her thighs to massage her mound, her heels were only brushing my forehead – damn, she was tiny! Reeling up the kettlebell by its rope, I dropped it on the bitch's belly, then pulled the slack crotch ropes aside. I licked and nibbled her trim calves as I rubbed my cock against her damp snatch, savoring the sensation of her rigid clit rubbing against the underside of my head with every quick thrust. Soon the smooth, tight lips of her sex were clinging to the underside of my shaft; her pussy sticky with arousal.

“God, what a slut,” I sniggered. She wailed into her gag and shook her head sharply in denial. “Yeah? Does a good chaste girl make sounds like this?” I pressed my tip against her clit and she yelped through the gag. Her breathing increased rapidly as I slid my head down her snatch, parting her outer lips – and then sliding in. A bone-deep shudder ran through her from head-to-toe as my girth spread her open – even with her resistance broken and her pussy dripping, the little thing just couldn't take me easily. Holding her ass in one hand, I pulled her dainty feet down to my mouth and savored the feel of her rough soles brushing against my lips. I licked them slowly, alternating feet, then shoved my tongue between her toes. Squeezing her ass tightly in my other hand, I began pumping, slow and steady.

Nazrin's body went limp in my hands, head dangling lifelessly. Pushing her feet away gained me a clear view of her snatch as I pillaged it. Her inner folds clung to my cock wetly, pulling clear past her pussy lips with each slow withdrawal. A slap on her little ass made her clench me tightly. I hissed in pleasure and hit her again, punctuating my slow thrusts with sharp smacks. Her small feet bounced freely as I accelerated, pounding into her without regard for her smothered cries. Her nipples were stiff and swollen now, making each slap of my hips into her ass sheer torture as the clothespins wobbled with her breasts. She'd gone limp in my hands, head lolling senselessly as she surrendered to me. I felt her buck as I relentlessly hammered her towards climax - I could make this last longer, a lot longer if I wanted, but I had a point to make. Her ribcage came into sharp definition as she arched her back involuntarily, base instincts taking over - with the iron kettlebell on her belly, she was having a hell of a time breathing. I felt her pussy clenching me with the final, desperate deathgrip... but then came that familiar keening wheeze of her last, desperate resistance.

“Still fighting?” I sniggered. “Give it up, cunt. I've raped you half a dozen times now, and you-”

SLAP!

“-have cum-”

SLAP!

“-EVERY-”

KERSLAP!

“FUCKING!”

WHOCK!

“TIME!”

WHAP!

The sharp blows finally push her past her limit. Her orgasm was a slow, rolling one that clamped down on my cock hungrily, twitching and squeezing spasmodically as a defeated, muffled moan slipped past the gag. My satisfied moan of triumph drowned out her whimpers as I finally let go. I swayed for a moment, temporarily drained. Capturing her feet again, I licked her soles lazily as I recovered, (she walked a lot more than most youkai, I could tell; the muscles in her dainty, high-arched feet were firm and her soles just rough enough to be pleasant against my tongue.) It hadn't been the mind-blowing, world-consuming fuck I'd enjoyed with her before, but this time I was drifting on the sweet, intoxicating high of victory.

I'd forced her to every orgasm she'd had in my clutches, first through sheer savage humping, then by throttling her to within an inch of her life, thrusting her into the euphoric hypoxia that borders death. She'd learned that her body and mind were not completely hers; on some deep, primal level she was programmed not just to accept what I did to her, but to enjoy it. That simple knowledge undermines every other pretense or identity: in the end, she's just a breeding bitch. The real gem was the intimacy of pain and pleasure; how the rough fucking eventually forced her to orgasm when all the gentle caresses in the world might not; how the most intense orgasm of her life came with my hands wrapped around her throat. It was purely Pavlovian - soon, pain arouses them, and eventually they can't cum without it. That's the realization that truly breaks their spirit - you could release them then, confident that they'd forever be marked by you. You can't unlearn the lesson.

Freedom wasn't in the cards for this bitch, though. I tied her bound ankles to a rope flung over the rafters, hoisting her bruised fanny till her torso was parallel to the ground. I pulled out of her at last, stretching her pussy open with my thumbs to appreciate the view as my spunk dripped out of her.

“Not half bad,” I allowed. I lifted the kettlebell off her flat belly, letting her catch her breath at last. She sagged limply in her bindings, sweat trickling down her breastbone and pooling in her navel. The tear-soaked blindfold peeled off to reveal rubescent eyes staring at the ceiling blankly. I ran my hand through her sweat-dampened gray hair to enjoy the soft, fluffy feel of it, then rubbed the velvety skin of her mouse ears between thumb and forefinger. With the kettlebell dangling from my fingers, I leaned over to speak into her ear cupped in one hand. “Never, ever, *ever* try to dodge my punishments, fucktoy.”

Then I dropped the kettlebell.

Her body snapped taut a second after the twine did, the rough knotted fibers dragging over her well-used snatch and swollen clit. So soon after orgasm, her sex was still intensely sensitive; magnifying even the slightest touch past the point of tolerance. I spun the kettlebell and left her there as the rope untwisted itself slowly, toes twitching as she moaned the last dregs of her consciousness into her gag.

The flat sound of the door slamming echoed through the rest of the dungeon as I stepped into the next room and faced the next week's work - a girl I never thought I'd get to work with. She was still bound as she'd been when the Lunarians brought her in - wrists lashed to a heavy stick laid across her shoulders like a yoke, ankles hobbled with heavy manacles linked by a short chain. Her dark eyes tracked down my bare chest to stare at my dick, still half-rigid and dripping cum and Nazrin's juices.

“Well,” I said with relish. “I guess it's time to get back to work.”

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I decided to start with the horse.

Going back to the classics seemed to fit, considering who I'd been tasked with interrogating. The wooden horse was the tool of choice back when the Christians had first showed up with their simpering nuns; they alone endured it naked. The technique of tying their hair to the ceiling was developed to keep them from hiding their faces in shame. Few devices combine pain and shame as efficiently as the horse, and to break the Lunarian princess I'd need both.

She rode for a few hours alone as I took a nap, got something to eat and packed mousebitch away again. She was already starting to fail when I returned, her slender calves quivering with the strain. I paused in the doorway to admire her kimono-clad figure. Nazrin's calves had the steeper, more voluptuous curves of a dancer's well-muscled legs, the effect enhanced by her short height. The tall willowy girl on the horse had long, graceful legs that tapered gently towards her delicate ankles and small feet, which were even now rising on tiptoe to show off the sculpting of her high arches. Her long, coal-black hair shimmered like black satin in the lamplight as she shifted her weight; the tresses brushing against the gentle swell of her ass, still hidden beneath her silk kimono. Kaguya's body was artwork; as decorative as Nazrin's lithe little frame was functional. Every inch of her soft, pale body begged to be savored by hand and eye, to be smelled and adored and handled delicately, like a flower.

In short, the irony of her immortal body was sublime.

She stiffened slightly as I entered the room, trying to hide her shivers. I'd left her arms lashed over the rod, yoke-style, and cuffed her ankles to short chains linked to eyebolts in the floor, leaving her only a few inches of freedom. She was perched over a wooden horse, its wide slope spreading her stance and making her weak muscles even more. She pointedly avoided my gaze, her face impassive, but the salty stains of old tears were evident on her pale cheeks.

I waited.

Long minutes later, even her pride couldn't keep her quivering muscles taut, and she sank down on the sharp edge of the horse with a small hissing inhalation. She leaned back slightly, putting the weight closer to her taint - later, she'd lean forward, to try and distribute the load a bit. Either way, by the time she was done her cunt would be just one big aching bruise.

She glared at me as I brushed a strand of silken hair away from her face and over her shoulder, running my fingers down through the rest. I brushed my lips against her cheek, sending a shudder of revulsion through her, and whispered into her ear.

“Where is the branch, Kaguya?”

She spit in my face.

I took a step back, too surprised to be angry. A second later I felt the rage, a blinding flash of heat that screamed through my veins, the urge to smash my fist into her defenseless belly and keep punching till she fell limp on the horse. And then it was gone, robbed of its edge by the unreality of the thing.

This bitch was so stupid that even doujin lines rang true - she really didn't understand her situation.

Without a word I strung her yoke-pole to the rafters just tight enough to keep her from toppling off the horse, but without providing any support. Then I knelt and unclipped the ankle-cuff chains from the iron rings in the floor - and lifted them.

Kaguya's lovely dark eyes widened as her toes left the cobblestones, a wavering little “uunnnhhh!” escaping as her full body weight came down on her pussy. I joined the clips on the ankle cuffs to link them together and laid them atop the horse, forcing Kaguya to sit on it with her long, slender legs out in front of her, heels just sticking over the edge.

I scraped her soles with my fingernails and was rewarded with telltale little wiggles; she was quite ticklish. And no wonder; her feet were so soft and uncalloused that she must scarcely walk at all save in slippers on tatami mats, and sparingly at that. I'm no foot fetishist, not one of those guys who thinks a functional appendage can compare to the dedicated organ, but I am a torturer by trade, and the feet are an important target. They're rich with nerve endings, and surprisingly delicate - it takes little to hurt them, and victims are keenly aware of how easily they can be crippled for life should I apply just a little more force. They can be molested for humiliation, tickled for that maddening, hysterical over-stimulation that finally becomes misery and beaten for simple, sharp pain. And they're always accessible; rare is the position where you can't reach a bitch's feet for a little extra attention. I tickled Kaguya's soles idly, letting her twist and thrash her feet in the involuntary reflex, her defiant eyes brimming with barely-restrained tears as she glared down her pale, bare legs at me. I kept going, curious to find her limit - I've had some girls piss themselves just from tickling, before - but Kaguya's expression became set as she thrust her toes towards me, curling her feet as far forward as possible to bunch the skin thicker over her soles, reducing their sensitivity.

Time for step two, then. Striding to her side, I ran a finger down her clavicle, over her collarbone and down her chest, then flipped her kimono open casually, revealing her breasts. They were perfect; just big enough that they hung with a shape of their own, but small enough to be a seamless part of her overall graceful figure. I groped them casually - they were soft, much softer than mousebitch's firm, little handfuls, the milky, yielding flesh overflowing my fingers as I kneaded and squeezed. Even her nipples were perfect; nubile little nubs against pale pink aureola; they brushed against my thumbs with delicious friction as I rubbed them in slow, lazy circles. Her jaw was clenched with quivering hatered, but she dared make no objection - mousebitch's hour of squeals and screams had her anticipating much, much worse. With my curiosity satisfied, I took a clothespin from my pocket and squeezed one breast tightly, pushing her nipple up and out for easy access. Her eyes followed the clothespin's open-jawed descent with trepidation, holding her breath until I let it close gently on her soft pink nipple.

“Nnnn-nnneehhhhhhhh,” she said, voice thick with pain. Her breath started again, the quick, fast respiration of someone trying to endure their agony. I tried not to laugh as I brought the second one in - this time she actually criedas I applied the second clamp. Her tears glistened in the lamplight as they slid down her delicate, flawless features, pale cheeks flushed rosy pink. She was even beautiful when she cried.

She was so busy feeling sorry for herself that she didn't notice the threads tied to the clamps till I'd reached her feet again. I saw her eyes widen in confusion as they followed the lines to her feet, where I was tying her big toes together with more thread. She stared uncomprehendingly as I pushed her toes back gently as far as her feet could stretch - and then I picked up those threads.

She started to panic as I took up the slack, her breathing accelerating - and then her discipline broke as I pulled them taut, a little “No-” that trailed off into a squeal. It died with a little rattle as I reeled her in carefully - first she leaned forward as much as her yoke-bar would allow, then she arched her back as much as possible - I took in a little more slack each time to keep enough tension to distend her breasts a bit. She blubbered pathetically when I tied the nipple clamp threads to her toes, realizing that her torment was going to last.

I usually didn't bother asking again till day two, when they were on their knees having my cock rubbed across their face - and even then it was only because their desperate attempts to spit out an answer through the ring gag were hilarious. (One of them even kept trying to moan the first syllable with my cock down her throat, which was sublime, but rather counterproductive for her.) Rule of thumb was never to trust an answer till day three or four... but with the way Kaguya was already weeping, I decided that I might just get lucky this time.

“Where is the branch, Kaguya?”

Her hands balled into fists, calves twitching as she strained to keep her toes tilted back. Her dark eyes focused on me like a guide-star for her resistance.

“Go to hell,” she spat.

I smirked, one side of my mouth climbing of its own accord as I swiped one fingertip up her sole.

Kaguya's defiance evaporated in a heartbeat, eyes wide with the shock of someone who's realizing how badly they just fucked up. I scraped a fingernail up both soles this time and her toes twitched despite her, tugging on her tits.

“NAH!” she spat. “N-no. You can't.”

I laughed out loud now and brought both hands into play, stroking her soles gently.

“You can't! YOU CAN'T!”

But I did. Kaguya sort of growled as I tickled her soles, a “hnnnnuhh, uuuuh,” escaping her throat as I went to work. I alternated light pressure with firm, pressing on her arch to make her toes twitch and her voice quaver in pain. Her toes weren't moving, but forcing her to arch them like this was enough. In an hour or two when the cramps started in her calves and the constant tickling became an unbearable, baffling kind of pain she'd reconsider her obstinacy.

But after she spit in my face, I was short on patience. “Where's the branch, Kaguya?”

With her jaw quivering, she snarled - “FUCK YOU!”

We were beyond doujin-stupid now - she was either more sheltered than I'd suspected or just utterly lacking imagination. From my pocket, I pulled my next toy - a wooden dowel ground down to a pencil-like point on one end.

“What?” she asked stupidly as I tapped it lightly on the threads, making her flinch. “No. No. Don't.”

I pressed the tip against the ball of her left foot till it dimpled the flesh.

“Please don't,” she begged sweetly, the tears evident in her tone. “Please. I beg you. Have mercy on me.”

I could tell from her tone that this kind of pleading had worked for her before - when she was tugging at Eirin's skirt, perhaps. Even after listening to me torture and rape mousebitch senseless for over an hour, some part of her just couldn't believe that things like this ever happened to beautiful, perfect beings like her. She kept pleading till I started stroking, her pathetic faux sweetness vanishing into a rising screech of “nononoNONONOOOO!” as the dowel was dragged down her arch, then swept across. Now she started wailing properly, unable to keep her toes from curling forward and distending her sensitive nipples. I kept it up till she found an equilibrium point with her toes, the knife-edge where both kinds of pain were only slightly intolerable.

“STOOO-HAWW-HAWWW-AWWWP!” she screamed. “STAWWWWWWWWP!”

I stopped. Pressing my palm against the balls of her feet, I held her toes back for her, letting her calves relax. She slumped in her bindings, weeping freely as her burning, aching calves found relief at last. She shifted left, then right, wiggling as much as possible - the horse was still cutting into her pussy and asshole sharply, and with all her weight on it she was suffering quite a bit.

“Ready?” I asked. She shook her head miserably, strands of sweat-soaked silken hair clinging to her tear-stained cheeks. I let the pressure of her feet gently. Her sobbing renewed, the too-short rest only enhancing her agony by comparison.

“I've no recollection of the branch!” she insisted past her gasps as I turned to a rack behind me and retrieved the next implement. “Eirin h-had it a-all these y-years! O-only s-she could s-s-eal it's power-” She stopped mid-sentence. “What?”

I swished the willow switch through the air- it had plenty of spring left in it.

“W-why?” Kaguya said. “I d-don't know a-anythi-”

Her shriek split the air as the switch whipped across her soles, followed by the low keening as the blow continued to smart. The next one was a proper scream as she scrunched her feet forward to try and cushion the blow, giving me a perfect target in her distended tits. The sharp CRACK! of the switch on her soft breasts proved to be too much - I stood back as her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp with a final sigh.

She'd passed out.

No. No, passing out is what they do when you hold them underwater a little too long, or when they're on the electric rack. This silly bitch just flat-out fainted. Yes, she was only a human, but despite decades of daily death-duels with her nemesis, she was still the same soft, pampered bitch she'd always been.

Breaking this one was going to be fun.

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(One vote in each category, please.)

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[ ] Session two was the classic kneeling torture - a washboard underneath her shins and a heavy stone block atop her thighs. As a bonus, it gave me great access to her tits -breasts that soft just begged to be fucked.

[ ] Session two was a more literal horse-ride with one that moved this time - as a bonus, it presented her ass in a perfect position for hotdogging her asscheeks and cumming in the hollow of her back.

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[ ] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.
[ ] She was so perfect, like a fine china teacup - and her arrogance over knowing it permeated her so thoroughly that I finally snapped and fucked her senseless.

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[ ] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a tiny cage that kept her folded up nice and neat - the better to degrade her ability to walk around as normal, her sense of mobility and freedom.
[ ] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.

>>37425

[X] Session two was a more literal horse-ride with one that moved this time - as a bonus, it presented her ass in a perfect position for hotdogging her asscheeks and cumming in the hollow of her back.

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[X] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.

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[X] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.


God, this is delicious.

Magnificent

>>37425
[x] Session two was a more literal horse-ride with one that moved this time - as a bonus, it presented her ass in a perfect position for hotdogging her asscheeks and cumming in the hollow of her back.
[x] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.
[x] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.

[X] Session two was a more literal horse-ride with one that moved this time - as a bonus, it presented her ass in a perfect position for hotdogging her asscheeks and cumming in the hollow of her back.

[X] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.

[X] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.

Amazing job, keep it up.

[X] Session two was the classic kneeling torture - a washboard underneath her shins and a heavy stone block atop her thighs. As a bonus, it gave me great access to her tits -breasts that soft just begged to be fucked.

[X] She was so perfect, like a fine china teacup - and her arrogance over knowing it permeated her so thoroughly that I finally snapped and fucked her senseless.

[X] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a tiny cage that kept her folded up nice and neat - the better to degrade her ability to walk around as normal, her sense of mobility and freedom.

[X] Session two was the classic kneeling torture - a washboard underneath her shins and a heavy stone block atop her thighs. As a bonus, it gave me great access to her tits -breasts that soft just begged to be fucked.
[x] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.
[x] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.

Because facials.

[X] Session two was the classic kneeling torture - a washboard underneath her shins and a heavy stone block atop her thighs. As a bonus, it gave me great access to her tits -breasts that soft just begged to be fucked.

[x] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.

[x] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.


As for others scenarios... What about Wakasagihime (mermaid girl)? You skipped the 'acquisition' time with Kaguya, which I am somewhat sad about, but think about how MC here could 'fish out' the girl and then special ways to toy with a girl that cannot move well on land.

Hell, if you see her with gills, well... Put those in water and she wouldn't need her mouth to breathe so long as those do their work...

[X] Session two was the classic kneeling torture - a washboard underneath her shins and a heavy stone block atop her thighs. As a bonus, it gave me great access to her tits -breasts that soft just begged to be fucked.
[x] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.
[x] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.

[X] Session two was the classic kneeling torture - a washboard underneath her shins and a heavy stone block atop her thighs. As a bonus, it gave me great access to her tits -breasts that soft just begged to be fucked.

[X] She was so perfect, like a fine china teacup - and her arrogance over knowing it permeated her so thoroughly that I finally snapped and fucked her senseless.

[X] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a tiny cage that kept her folded up nice and neat - the better to degrade her ability to walk around as normal, her sense of mobility and freedom.

[X]Reservation for Wakasagihime

>>37425
[x] Session two was a more literal horse-ride with one that moved this time - as a bonus, it presented her ass in a perfect position for hotdogging her asscheeks and cumming in the hollow of her back.
[x] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.
[x] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.

[x] Session two was a more literal horse-ride with one that moved this time - as a bonus, it presented her ass in a perfect position for hotdogging her asscheeks and cumming in the hollow of her back.
[x] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.

For Nazrin, I'm torn.Sensory deprivation is awesome, but eroding her sense of self and person isn't. Playing rough is all fine and well and good, but completely broken toys are no fun.

>>37431
>but think about how MC here could 'fish out' the girl and then special ways to toy with a girl that cannot move well on land.

Damn. Good call. I've had... thoughts about waggysaggy before, along those exact lines. She always seemed like the perfect titfuck touhou to me, too.

>>37441
I guess we imagined the same, huh. Still, even bringing her up, I can't forget Keine either.

...And thinking about her, milking machine perhaps? Can pretty much run a cow theme here.

>>37441
>>37443
Keine's great, milking's great, Waka's weird and to limited. But please, let's not talk about the next round until we get there, or at least closer. Kaguya's private hell just started.
Thinking about the next arc all the time instead of the one you're currently writing is very unhealthy for a writer and a story.

[x] Session two was the classic kneeling torture - a washboard underneath her shins and a heavy stone block atop her thighs. As a bonus, it gave me great access to her tits -breasts that soft just begged to be fucked.
[x] Violating her body without actual penetration was the plan - I'd let her cling to the hope that she'd be spared the ultimate indignity, only to crush her in one final, climatic triumph.
[x] In the meantime I left mousebitch in a steamy, pitch-dark room - sensory deprivation, to erode her sense of self and person.

So why Nazrin anyway?

I choose to believe this gap in updates is Kaguya using her powers over eternity to delay her personal hell.
Still. You alive?

No I didn't put sage in the subject field like a complete fucking idiot thus bumping the thread like a douche, why do you ask?

>>37565

I choose to believe OP is a lazy OP.

OP here, consolation prize: I finally finished this: >>37648

Bumping because if you liked this stuff, you'll probably like that thing as well.

>>37649
You have an incredibly devious imagination.

very sexy always good to see more Sukuna

>>37649
Loved the tickling scene. But, uh...

>consolation prize
Does that mean you're done with this thread?

>>37654

God no, I've just been busy and/or lazy as fuck (and using my lewd writing time for other pursuits for a while.) I'll be getting back to this shortly.

>>37655
Okay, good, good! I'll look forward to it.

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>>37909
What the hell, man ?

>>37909
Well fuck you too, buddy.

>>37655
>I'll be getting back to this shortly.
Uh-huh.

So much for 'Regulary Scheduled Ryona'.

...
So no chance to see this resumed?