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You Are Only Coming Through In Waves - Ann Reward Story
🕑 Added 2021-02-26 06:48:07 +0000 UTCCan't reliably get streaming time at the new apartment yet. 2B story should be coming tomorrow, if all stays on track.
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"Hey mom, just calling to let you know that I'm staying with Mister Kamoshida again." Ann sounded distant as she spoke. Numb. Her hand gripped the neck of the vodka bottle just as tightly as Kamoshida's hands gripped her breasts. Her top was hiked up over her chest and he was all over her, feeling her up without a shred of restraint. "No, I know it's been a couple weeks. But it's okay; he's helping to tutor me, remember? Yeah, I miss you too, mom." While her mom spoke some more, she kept quiet under the steady molestation, taking another long swig straight from the bottle and pressing back against the older man. "But it's fine. Shiho is here too. Mister Kamoshida is kindly looking after her after her parents pushed her away after what happened. A-and it's better if she has a friend around too, right?"
Shiho was indeed there. She lay on the king-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling, cum leaking out of her pussy and a bottle of pills barely rolled out of her grasp. Strung out and worn down, she had a spacy air to her, completely checked out when she didn't have a dick in her. How much this counted as recovery was deep in question, but that didn't matter to her much as she simply lay in limbo, spaced out and doing nothing about any of these feelings except medicating them away with the pills that Kamoshida made sure she had plenty of. It was better than having nothing, right?
"I'll let you go now, mom. I'll come over some day soon, I promise. But Shiho needs me, and Mister Kamoshida is doing me a big favour by helping me make up for my lost school time. It's fine." She hadn't turned in homework in a week, but nobody was going to grade Kamoshida's slam piece as not having turned anything in. She'd been given perfectly normal marks on all her work, now firmly under his 'protection'.
When he got Ren and Ryuji expelled, he made clear that Ann had two choices: she could give him everything he wanted and keep quiet about it all, or she could get expelled along with them, and then he'd go right back to targeting Shiho. She chose to give him what he wanted, only to discover that Shiho was included in that deal too, and before she knew it, the two were living in his apartment, strung out on drugs and alcohol to keep them numb while he treated his two high school concubines to all night marathon fuck sessions. Even at school, Ann found herself throating him in his office during her lunch breaks or getting groped during class. Everything he wanted.
"Love you, mom. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Ann received her goodbye in return, and ended the call. Just as she ended up, Kamoshida slipped fingers into her mouth, pushing a tab of something into it. Another ecstasy tab. She shouldn't have been taking them with alcohol, but she kept doing it, and even flushed down the pill with a swig of vodka again, sustaining the high already rumbling through her.
"When are you going to tell your mom that you're here as my fucktoy?" Kamoshida asked, bending Ann over the bed and tugging at her pigtails, lining his shot up and ramming his way into her. The awful man's huge cock was just about the only thing she could still feel when she was this drugged out and numbed. It drew a shriek from her, a shaky expression of pleasure and excitement that she knew she had to take. "When are you going to admit to your mom that you're my whore?"
"I don't want her to come take me away from you. I know she won't understand!" That was a lie. She knew he was just taunting her, fucking with her about her silence and holding over her head the fact that she wasn't reaching out, wasn't saying anything or acting to push against this. It was a dour reality, and she didn't feel good about any of it, held firmly and pounded into. She washed down her words with more vodka. It burned her throat. That was the other thing she could feel. Guilty orgasms from a huge cock and alcohol burn. Those were the things that let Ann know she could still feel.
"Good girl." He smacked her perky butt hard, rattling her with the harshness he knew would push her to give up harder, thrown into a spiral of panicked decadence and worry that she just had to be consumed by. He filled her up so much. That was the awful part of it all. She couldn’t deny that he was able to push her to churning delights and shameful rushes of sensation, filling her pussy and fucking hard, relentless orgasms into her body. The drugs probably helped' somewhere in the mess of what he gave her were definitely aphrodisiacs and things to heighten physical sensation. She didn't like it, but the orgasms took a toll on her too steep for her to bother to keep fighting; she was doomed to keep falling, to slide deeper into the chaos and the panic of being used and dominated long past the point where she could even pretend to be capable of thought.
Ann didn't fight the moans. Pretending it didn't feel good was impossible; she was bitter and ashamed of it, but she had to accept the inevitable. Her body responded to this all with a voracious, shameful pulse of pure need, one that her body welcomed and her mind was too tired to reject any longer. "My mom can keep believing I'm studying while you fuck me." She had to say that. Had to be okay with it. Her and Shiho's continued safety demanded it, desperation holding tightly onto her and leaving her a shaky, hopeless mess who just had to let this happen, had to embrace and accept these most shameful of treatments. She looked over to Shiho, who stared blankly at them fucking. Was she too gone to care? Or just certain she'd be next and not about to put any real effort into trying to deal with any of the emotional blowback of Ann's plight? The question alone made Ann hit the bottle again.
Kamoshida's tireless thrusts slammed harder forward, pounding the blonde harder. He'd been the one she was after the whole time, but he wasn't going to say no to having her cute friend as both an insurance policy and a side piece. His grip tightened on Ann, reaching down from her hair to one of her hips and one of her breasts, feeling her up while using her rougher and harsher, all in pursuit of ap pleasure that ultimately made her come apart at the seams. He slammed into her and pumped her full of cum as she shrieked through her own senseless orgasm, a shaky mess of pleasure and confusion leaving her completely unable to think straight. She wished she understood all of it, but in lieu of any sense, at least she could get her brains fucked out.
Kamoshida pulled out of Ann and immediately drew his gaze toward Shiho. He was impatient, ferocious, and absolutely did not care about controlling himself. He climbed up onto the bed and on top of her. "Legs up, bitch," he told her, grabbing her by the throat and staring her in the eye. She gave him what he wanted as he climbed up on top of Shiho, forcing his cock right into her pussy and pinning her to the bed in a mating press. "Come give my ass some love, whore." That was how he referred to the two of them sometimes in bed. Ann was Whore. Shiho was Bitch. They lived their parts, past the point of arguing. They were too drugged out and tired to care, accepting their fates.
Ann crawled up onto the bed and pushed her face into Kamoshida's ass. Kamoshida got what he wanted. Always. That meant licking his ass while he pounded her best friend, servicing him in ways so drastic and depraved that they had to be coloured by a desire to make her suffer. But she had to do it, and she did it. She didn't hesitate to give up to the pressures demanding that she give in. She was powerless against this, accepting the strange desires and pressures that hit her as she spread his ass cheeks apart and licked all over, giving him kisses that he didn't deserve, pushing in to service and satisfy him with little idea how she was possibly going to look herself in the mirror again.
Stuck in the same lamentable agony as Ann, Shiho couldn't numb herself enough to not feel Kamoshida's cock, but she was even less capable of holding onto herself. "Fuck me," she whined, the trauma of everything that had already happened to her wearing down her ability to fight this off. She didn't ask for it with much passion or sense; that sort of emotional outburst was simply beyond her. She didn't moan as loudly as Ann did. She just saw the orgasms her rapist fucked her to as the only way to feel anything, lying dejected and limp, moaning while her legs shook in the air from the raw power of Kamoshida railing her, and all she could do was accept it, take it, let him have her and goad him on in the hopes he might make her feel something again in her drugged out haze.
"I've got a bitch begging me for more and a whore eating my ass. What more can a guy want?" Kamoshida felt like a king, plundering Shiho's twat with the most reckless of indulgences, ferocious pulses of lust keeping him right where he wanted to be. He'd won. He'd expelled the two boys in his way, gotten the girl he was after, and took her friend as a consolation prize, keeping them both drugged up in his apartment as sex slaves. It was what he deserved, and as he pumped down into Shiho then shoved his ass back against Ann's face, feeling her tongue lapping away at his hole. His victory was absolute, and he refused to hold back, a driven wreck, a monster throwing himself into the callous joy of abusing his students on a scale that seemed too good to be true. But he'd get away with it. He was bulletproof now. He'd come back harsher and rougher than ever, and with his display of power and control, nobody would do a damn thing against him.
With a final slam down, he let himself go, pumping cum into Shiho's cunt and grunting his way through giving in to his darkest desires. Shiho came, gasping and shifting about, expressing her pleasure with physical responses rather than with noise or passion. she just writhed through it, her body 'treated' to the miserable pressures she needed to give in to, accepting this with a reluctant pressure she just had to break down. She trembled about, thrashing under the weariness-inducing panic of being so thoroughly used. She didn't have a prayer of dealing with everything that hit her, and she was hopeless here, stuck wishing for clarity while finding only misery.
It didn't matter. Still riding high on the thrill of his kingly dominion over them, Kamoshida drew back, groaning in delight and demanding, "I want my cock cleaned off. Bitch, Whore, lick me clean. Your cunts made my cock sticky."
"Yes, sir," they whined in the most hopeless show of acceptance and panic. Both Ann and Shiho understood what they had to do, and got down into position to take care of him as he lay back on the bed, his massive prick standing at rigid attention, waiting to be treated. Their eyes were glassy as they crawled in between his legs to get at his cock, neither bothering to make eye contact with him. They were both limp and aimless, pushing against his cock and licking it all over, tongues slathering his cock in spit as they licked away the mess of their sticky pussy juices. Ann briefly drew back to finish off the vodka bottle before ushing forward to suck the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him down and embracing the insanity demanded of her.
Shiho worked lower, slurping on Kamoshida's heavy nuts while her friend worked the shaft deeper. They made a good team. An embarrassed, terrified team both humiliated and desperate for mercy, but still a good team who knew their way around his cock from sharing it several times a night. They had to get used to this. Had to learn how to thrive under his shameless, brutal touch and doing their parts to satisfy him. He was demanding and harsh, aggressions only rising as they went at him, as Ann sucked his cock down into her throat and gagged her way through this shame. When she pulled back, spit strands dripping from her lips, Shiho licked her way up and pushed down to swallow Kamoshida's cock too.
Relaxed back and admiring the way the girls both worked at his cock, even if they were fumbling through old routines and clumsy expressions of the same things, Kamoshida was happy just to relax back and let these sloppy attentions keep pushing. Having his cock treated at all was what he needed, dominating the girls and watching them struggle their way through pleasuring him, both so clearly out of their elements and trying their best to deal with the demands of his constant sexual aggressions. He kept them high on party drugs so they were never too far from giving him even more, and the feeling of Shiho gagging herself on his cock while doing nothing to stop herself was a joy like nothing else.
What was the point in even trying? Shiho didn't care. Glumly slurping the cock down and pushing through this with little care for her own wellbeing. she didn't need anything but the shameful pushes wearing down her thoughts, keeping her trapped in a bizarre situation where she was unable to care about her own sense. She'd already tried to hurt herself, and all she got from it was a stint in the hospital, rejection from her parents, and being taken in by the man who drove her to it. She didn't have anything else left, and she just stopped caring.
Ann tagged back in, though, slurping the cock down and letting Shiho work his balls. Neither was happy to be here. Neither wanted to be here. That didn't change that his cock needed to be sucked and that, whether they liked it or not, the shameful truth of this treatment was one that had them both trying to give in, thrown into a chaos and a disarray too frantic to make a ton of sense of. An automatic, clumsy response to praise his cock and give him what he wanted was their only course of action, and their continued attention to his dick was surely going to be their undoing. Cum leaked out of them, dripping from their creampied pussies as they fumbled their way through this. There weren't any condoms left in the apartment. There hadn't been for days. Kamoshida just kept cumming inside and insisting he'd pick more up 'when he felt like it'.
They couldn't exactly argue against him on that front.
Amid their frantic turn-taking with his cock came moments where they both sloppily made out with the head, tongues overlapping in shows that lacked in the punch or the passion that two best friends sharing a cock head together may have once had for them. They were just doing it to do it, drugged into numbness and miserably servicing a man who held their lives in his hand. They understood the need to give him what he wanted, understood there was no choice for them but to give in, but that didn't mean either of them had to like it. They simply served him. They worshiped his cock, staring off into space, barely even aware of the other's presence in any meaningful way. It was all just about coordinating keeping him happy, about the ways they worked to indulge harder int things that seemed to be only getting worse as the pressures rose and everything fell just a little bit tighter into focus, became just a bit more certain.
Nothing could have brought Kamoshida pleasure greater than this. He was all too happy to relax back and allow these things to push him over the edge, grunting his way through a harsh, sudden orgasm, blowing his load all over their faces. "Share it. I want you to kiss like you fucking mean it." He didn't care if they really meant it, of course; just seeing them kiss with his cum all over their faces was delight enough for him. "Bitch, Whore, I told you what to do."
The girls gave fake giggles and turned in toward one another. It was only when they locked lips that there felt like any sort of emotion; the two girls were terrified of all the things taking them, but one lingering reality held them tight, the certainty that they were both still there. They'd get through this. Together. Neither knew how well they'd come out of it, how intact they'd be through all this substance abuse and this misery, but they were still here, together. Ann pushed her tongue into Shiho's mouth, and Shiho showed a twinge of feeling and emotion as she clung tightly to her best friend. Sex and drugs numbed the pain away, but one day she hoped they’d be free from this when Kamoshida lost interest and threw them away. And then, she hoped, maybe she'd still have Ann by her side after it all. She could hope, right?
Ann had a bigger hope. She hoped one day she'd see Shiho smile again, because if Shiho could find it in her to pull herself out from these depths, then there'd be hope for Ann, too.
But all those hopes lay with the shameful hope that they were used up and thrown away like trash by Kamoshida come the end of their time at Shujin, and with how many substances he pumped them full of, that one-day prospect would hurt a lot more than either yet realized.
