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Extreme Apprehension, Suddenly I'm Insane - Kyoka reward story
🕑 Added 2022-03-19 18:31:02 +0000 UTCBeing captured was emphatically not in the lesson plan. This was supposed to be a field exercise for the girls of Class 1-A, but it ended in a dingy basement lit by flickering light bulbs barely holding on to their last shreds of light amid wild shrieks of utter panic and delirium. There wasn't any dignity or sense in the horrible things that went on there; the villains who captured the girls had left them, locked the door and kept them stowed away with only a Nomu to watch guard. A Nomu given blanket permission to do to the girls whatever the hell he wanted.
That was how Tsuyu ended up folded in half on the floor, crumpled down and completely limp, the only sounds she made being the noise of little bursts of pain ringing out through the utter brutality of such an oversized cock ramming down into her. The very second that the Nomu laid his hands on her, she went almost completely catatonic, shutting down rather than experiencing the brutality of this monster raping her. Her pussy was being claimed, a fever and a harshness coming on stranger and messier. This was a defense mechanism. A way to keep herself in some measure of sanity after these brutal pressures ran their course. She made sounds that expressed the worsening panics of someone truly out of her depth, every pulse of struggle and worry making clearer and harsher that this was transcending anything she could handle.
Nomu didn't care. Barging forward and pounding harder into her cunt, the creature was out for the snugness of the frog girl's tight pussy stretched out around his oversized cock. With everything he did, he kept up a brutal pace meant to completely ruin her, obliterating sense. Her compliance or awareness didn't mean anything to him. Blindly, he rutted away at her body and satisfied his worst, most profane cravings with no care now for nay of that nonsense. It didn't matter to him. He just needed this, just craved the sick and vulgar thrills pushing him onward. Nomu didn't want to stop, and until he came, he wasn't going to stop. Tsuyu got to find that out as the final grunt out of her came with a shaky burst of despair and hopelessness amid the twisting of her body and the pumping of cum into her tight hole.
Toru hoped that maybe she was going to be spared all of this harshness simply by not being visible. Unfortunately for her, Nomu could smell her, and the other girls got to hear the absolutely agonized screams of their friend suddenly taking the cock of such a fierce monster. There was no warning for it, an invisible show of Nomu ramming his oversized cock into what seemed like nothing at all. But the blood-curdling howls rang out regardless, confirming to everyone exactly what was happening. "Stop! Please, stop! Stop! I can't it. It's too big! You're hurting me!" Toru was in agony, and she could do nothing about these miserable treatments, the harshness from the Nomu forcing her to take it.
These sounds made the girls who hadn't yet been taken clench up. Disgust and terror and a guilt that they couldn't do anything to stop it dominated the air. This was misery, but it was a misery they had no control over. Nomu ravaged the invisible girl, but they could only hear it. Problem was, they heard all of it. Every visceral sound. The hard thud of bodies crashing. The horrified screams of someone who was in such a state of terror that she could even be kind of quiet. It was just a fierce expression of all the worst feelings, of a brutal misery that stormed through her body and left nothing good in its way. When Nomu came inside of her, it was all the more miserable, her voice reaching a feverish height of pure noise and terror to upsetting it made Ochaco start to cry.
When Nomu forced his cock into her cunt next, that crying became so much noisier.
Ochaco didn't plead or scream as she was raped. She just cried. Face-down against the floor, her sobbing wasn't muffled enough not to fill the dingy and run-down basement; her friends heard all of it, a continued wickedness and a brutality meant to force her to more visibly lose all semblance of control. This was hell. It was a hell that she had no power over, a heel meant to wear down harder at any semblance of reason inside of her, a continued plunge that pushed her to the limit of what anyone could have handled, showing off just how hopeless she was, how helplessly unable to stand up for herself she could truly be. Ochaco folded completely, left trembling and sobbing, open and disgustingly noisy as she received all of the worst and harshest of feelings. She didn't have a choice here.
The crying didn't last for too long. Ochaco couldn't keep sobbing forever, and Nomu's thrusts eventually wore her down to a point where she just accepted it, for lack of much else to do. She took it, misery swelling through her body and forcing her into a worse state of complete terror, one that left her feeling just how thoroughly she was doomed. Terrified acceptance and misery held her tight, and she showed off an exhausted, hopeless weakness that conveyed just about every twisted bit of wrongness going on here. When a guilty climax tore through her, Ochaco cried again, sobbing noisily through the shame of cumming while Nomu pumped her full and sent her int a state of slumped misery. She didn't have any way to deal with this now.
Quickly, Nomu moved on. Mina was next, with Nomu seizing hold of her waist and slamming her onto his cock, treating the pink girl like a living fleshlight with the wicked and brutal slams down onto his dick he pushed on with. Mina let out a few noises of open, winding panic, unable to deal with just how forcefully Nomu started in on her, but there was an almost expected simplicity now to the bizarre guilts swelling through her body. Mina didn't put up a fight only because she had seen what it had done for the others. There was no point, and she hung limp in Nomu's arms, taking this brutal treatment with a limp acceptance that expressed just how hopeless she was.
"Just get it over with," she whined. Her crestfallen voice couldn't muster much more than that in this miserable state. She was gone, pushed too far and in too deep, left simply aching under the misery that ensued. She didn't have any hope of coming out of this okay, and Mina simply wanted it to stop. Compliance got her there, and she accepted even the miserable pumping of cum right into her hole, the feeling of Nomu filling and seeing her, a miserable treatment that stripped her full of dignity and left her feeling like her only choice was to collapse and accept it all. When she was thrown away like used goods by Nomu, that only further confirmed exactly what her value was to this monster.
Momo tried to crawl her way toward Kyoka, not sure what she was doing, but inching when she could through each little burst of an opportunity, hoping she could reach her and hoping that somehow, they could combine their efforts and powers to do something to help them escape. "Kyoka," she whined. "Kyoka, we have t--no, no, don't!" Lifted up off of the ground, Nomu grabbed her the same way he'd grabbed Mina, starting to slam her onto his cock. The much more busty and endowed girl took this all on, Nomu's cock stuffing into her. "Help me. Help me, Kyoka. We can do this t--god, no, stop!" She was a bold mess of the noisiest reactions rolled into one.
Momo reached out to Kyoka looking for help and for attention. Kyoka responded to all of that not with any sort of support or shock or action. she responded by slipping her hand between her legs. "F-fuck," the punk groaned, jamming fingers into her cunt and starting to touch herself hard. She was dripping wet, completely hopeless in her aroused state and a needy, dizzy rush of confusions that she didn't have any way to control. "I'm sorry, Momo." She couldn't help it, throwing her head back and rubbing harder through the dizzy, needy cravings that consumed her. "I'm sorry, but this is so hot!" She looked at Momo's face, caught the twist through shame and anger that followed.
Momo was baffled and indignant, but that only made it more enticing for Kyoka as she fingerfucked herself to the sight of her friend being violated by this monster. She was an inconsolable mess of lusts and fires, frustration building up hotter through her body and urging her to take whatever chance she could at giving in. It made Momo cry harder; she didn't understand, but answers weren't helping her as she hung there in disbelief and confusion, choosing to look past any semblance of excitability. Whatever the reason was, whatever answer Kyoka had, it wasn't important. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the misery holding onto her as Nomu raped her and her friend did nothing.
The rough pounding wore hard at Momo, who transitioned into the same kind of limp acceptance that Mina did, taking Nomu's cum and feeling her eyes roll into the back of her head. She felt broken now, something inside her snapping and shutting down, and as Nomu dropped her onto the floor, she collapsed in a listless, unresponsive heap.
Kyoka didn't wait for Nomu to make a move on her. "Let me suck it!" she shouted, flinging herself forward, still fingerfucking herself as she got her other hand onto the base of Nomu's dick. Her tongue was greedy and relentless, starting to praise the shaft all over with a hopeless, fumbling exploration of pleasures too deranged to make much sense of now. She had needs. Simple, hopeless needs. Desires to lose herself to completely. "This cock raped my friends, and I want to worship it clean," she whined, drunkenly letting her tongue slither along the shaft. She could taste them. All the tart, mingled juices. The tastes of her classmates' cunts. It made her head spin, and made Kyoka even more certain of her most deranged and most twisted of wants.
A horrible, dark fantasy inside of Kyoka had festered for too long. The idea that maybe, she wanted to be the broken toy to some villain or monster. That her real value was as broken rapemeat for some nasty villain. Something about watching her friends all getting violated by Nomu triggered the most vicious and senseless of pleasures in her, a temptation too outrageous to contain. She watched them suffer and struggle, heard their cries of pain and sorrow, and it fueled her lust, fueled the most disgusting wants inside of Kyoka. She couldn't run away from those desires, couldn't pretend she was any better than her most base wants, and now she proved that by diving down onto the cock and slobbering all over it, messy and loud and completely unhinged in her exploration of deeper fascination, an appreciation of the worst feelings now all burning through her.
Nomu wasn't sure what to make of this. he stopped dead in place while these messy attentions praised his cock all over. It was sloppy and unhinged, but absolutely what he needed in this weird state. Growling in appreciation, he let this girl get ahead of her own demise and her worship of his cock, let her suck the juices clean off of them. It wasn't expected, but he was open to this, ready to receive whatever mad satisfaction were coming, something that he wanted to give in to.
"I can taste it," she whined, maniacal and dizzy. You raped them. They're all over you. It's so good!" Her tongue moved with rabid and feverish panic, a mess of pleasures and fire that kept her coming stranger. "You're going to break them and make them into everything they should be, and now I'm--nngh, fuck! Destroy me, too. I need it." Jamming her fingers faster into her hopeless, dripping hole, the pleasure was as messy as she could have imagined, a mess of pleasure that she wanted to continue to sink into. Her eyes were bugged out and dizzy, but she was eager to continue giving into this, continue to serve the monster.
Nomu liked it, but as he loomed over her, he wanted to take this further and increase the pressure and passion behind this. Grabbing her hair tightly, he yanked her down hard, forcing his cock into her mouth and down her throat without much control or sense, just the merciless and unrestrained pleasure of something wild. She intrigued the monster, who had the presence enough to understand she was submitting, but he still wanted to dominate and seize control, wanted to make her his and to throw himself into worsening spectacle. He wasn't going to hold back on her, but he was at least open to claiming her on different terms. The greed and the fire of what he was out for made him crave something truly merciless.
This was a dream come true for Kyoka. She didn't try to contain herself, didn't care about restraint or mercy as these brutal slams worked harder at her. A puddle of sticky arousal pooled between her spread legs as she surrendered deeper to all of these mad pleasures. There was no way for her to hold herself back from the senseless reliefs and joys she needed ever more of. This was brutal and hopeless, and she found herself struggling to even kind of make sense of this. Her fantasies didn't live up to the reality of such a grand indulgence; she was erratic and dizzy, feeling her throat crammed full of fat monster dick and loving it as an expression of her worst desires. Erratic thrills spiraled through her, a relentless throbbing through her body bringing her the strangest of pleasures, the most malformed of satisfactions, and she felt like all she needed to do was pursue it.
Her head moved along with Nomu's brutal motions, sucking obediently on the oversized dick and pushing herself to give up deeper, exploring her way into pleasures she didn't fully know how to process, but with each passing second, she felt better about throwing herself into it. She had needs too dizzy and messy and fierce for her to care about restraint. There was no place for that now, when she was on the verge of such glorious ruin and chaos. All she wanted was to keep falling in, deepening her praise for this glorious dick. Greedier masturbation to the pace of her choking on the big dick rang out harder, and a bright mess of pure fascination held onto her ever tighter, kept her in a state too mad to make a shred of sense of now.
Nomu kept drilling her, pounding faster onward, roughing her pretty mouth up and pushing her to a state of confused, collapsing passion, a rush of pleasures that kept her in a drastic state of utter ruin now. Bestial noises and grunts signaled an approaching end that Kyoka was ready for. Her slavish wants and her wanton cravings left her in a weird position, but she felt open to all of it now, felt completely unable to deal with the overbearing feelings that came with this mess. She was in a weird position now, stuck trying to make some kind of sense of things that didn't sit right in her thoughts, but she was happy to keep taking it, happy to feel the mad thrusts wear harder at her body until she was simply too drained and worn down to handle it a second longer.
With a mighty noise, Nomu slammed forward and then yanked back. The eruption of a massive load of cum all over Kyoka's face had her squealing with joy, her pussy gushing from the excitement as she brought herself to a squirting orgasm just on the weight of how wrong and exciting this all was. Rocking back and forth in dizzy spectacle and feeling the weight of pure fascination now upon her, all that she could think to do was give up completely. There wasn't any decency or dignity to be found in this moment of hopeless frenzy. Kyoka felt good, trembling through the maddest of joys and wanting to continue being owned, continue being claimed.
"More," she whined. "Break my cunt. Fuck me in front of them so I can show them what a good little captive rape slut looks like." She was desperate, voice trembling through the weirdest of pleasures, through a fascinated need to break down that made her body shake through the most deranged and malformed of pleasures. She was erratic and needy and all wound up under dizzy pressures she felt like she couldn't fully understand. There was a lot going on here, all of it pushing her to a weird state, all of it insisting that she collapse under pleasures that she couldn't make any sense of.
"What are you doing?" Momo finally asked, voice cracking under the sobs that wracked her body. She felt a special sort of powerless, a pleasure and a heat growing more demanding and erratic. "Kyoka?"
"I'm setting an example for what you should be," Kyoka gasped as she was hoisted up off of the ground and pulled onto Nomu's cock. The monster had no desire to be patient with his approach, pulling her harshly down onto his cock and making her shriek with unholy, heaving delight. It sounded different than the noises the other girls made, not the least of all because she was enjoying every second of it. "Yes, fuck me! Destroy me. I want to be your dirty fuckdoll so badly! Break me."
Nomu's mad slams worked her up and down his cock with vicious intent. There wasn't anything decent or sensible now about the mad pressures he so readily imposed upon her. Hard slams of her body down onto his cock made the petite punk tremble and heave, her body weakly accepting every bit of this sweeping brutality without really caring about control or sense. There was so much here that just kept wearing at her, bringing with it brutal pressures and a sense of complete delirium, but one that came with hazy moans from the girl getting reamed. There wasn't any dignity to be found in these feelings, just the unbridled brutality and wickedness of a monster despoiling the purity of a girl who had absolutely no purity left in her.
"Break us. Rape us. We were dumb bitches who got captured. It's our own faults, and we're not fit to be heroes, we're just fuckmeat!" Kyoka's mad shrieks were a demoralizing sweep over her friends, who listened to the sounds of her having a break down in the miserable uncertainty of wondering how to handle any of this. It was awful to hear and it simply kept climbing, an escalation of wickedness and brutality to keep losing heart to while the girls all listened to Kyoka sell them out. "My only value now are my holes for your huge, monstrous cock, and I'll serve you. I'll clean their cunt juices off of you and encourage them to give up. I'll be the perfect little captive trophy whore!"
This was misery. A brutal sweep of raw pressure and fire forcing her to feel something truly hopeless, a miserable spectacle to fall deeper into. Kyoka thrived under the mad pleasures and frustrations that continued to push her, escalating with wicked, forceful pressure until there was simply nothing left of her. The excess and the wrongness that this carried with it was simply too much for the poor wreck to take. It felt good and mad and like the sort of spectacle she craved most, expressing something that she just had to accept as the only reasonable path forward now. This was what she'd been waiting for, the pleasure she needed fully, and she took on these bizarre spectacles with little ability to contain herself or act like she cared about behaving now
The maniacal moans and babbling expressed how far gone Kyoka was. her friends could only watch and suffer under the words, under the terrifying sight of seeing her friend being turned inside-out by the most deranged ideas and thoughts. It didn't make any sense to them, but they didn't know what else to do. Burning excitement continued to escalate and pulse, expressing the worst of passions and the most senseless of lusts. It was too much, but it was a pleasure that she needed to give in to fully, exploring her way into weirder pleasures. This was a spectacular mess of pleasures to try and contend with, but she was set in her ways, confidently throwing herself into the deep end and savouring the mistreatment.
It was confirmation that this really was what she wanted. Noisier and greedier, Kyoka savoured this sloppy descent, savoured the mess thrills of being fucked stupid by this oversized cock and sent plunging into weird and frenzied ruin. It was too much for her to possibly contain, and she felt like she was breaking down completely, a hopeless wreck wanting only to slide into complete chaos and panic. It wasn't something she could take, a mess of pleasures and heats to slide into that left her shaken to her core now. The pleasure was unrelenting, but it was just what her body needed. The shuddering sweeps of fire through her body became something steady, something that could be given in to fully. Pulsating heat and a messy swell of lust left her in a state beyond sense now.
Cumming her brains out was all she could think about. Giving in to the ferocious heat and the throbbing madness was just what she needed, and there wasn't any sense in containing this mess. The burning excitement and the dizzy, pulsating heat was something truly stripped of reason, so senseless and so wicked that she just wanted to give up to it all. Babbling through utter delirium and heat, the pleasure was getting to her, making her head spin, making these strange feelings escalate and pound and pulse through her. "Cum in me!" she screamed, howling and thrashing, giving up to the weird and powerful ecstasy that burned a hole right through her. This was amazing, and she felt the weight of pure madness taking her to a state beyond reason.
With a hard grunt and a mad slam upward, Nomu filled her up, claimed her, sent Kyoka into a spiral of squealing joy and hopeless bliss. It was completely mad, but it was a madness that she felt like she was due. The dream come true that this offered her was simply more than she could have imagined. She took it all on happily, thrashing about in the sweet spectacle of dizzy lust sweeping over her. She was worn down, a done-for mess of gooey passion and twitching lust, and as Nomu dropped her onto the floor, she felt completely content.
"I'm the good one," she whined. "I'm the good whore who knows what she's worth. I'll help you see." She began to crawl over to Momo, grabbing her by the hair and trying to pull her back with her. "I need to help you understand. This is hot. Being mindbroken is--you’re going to love it. Momo, please. Let me help you."
