Harumi Gets Re-Raped

After the incident, Harumi and her family had moved away, to a city halfway across the country.

The "incident." That's what she called it, even in the privacy of her own mind. It avoided the specifics, which she didn't want to think about. She wanted to put it behind her. Every time that she thought about it in any detail, she got wet, her body betraying her, even her own mind twisting her thoughts around; the thoughts that would bubble to the surface were things like "his cock is nice," "I liked it," "I wanted more," even "I wish that no one had ever found me so I could have been his fucksleeve forever."

When the cops had found her, tied up in his basement, she'd been so messed up that she'd tried to pretend that it was all consensual, that there wasn't any rape involved. She'd been lucky that there had been enough physical evidence to convict him. Unlucky, in that it had taken them the better part of a week for the police to find her.

Recovery from the aftereffects of sexually coercive confinement is slow and arduous at the best of times, but she did have to admit she was in a good position. Her father had had the money and pull with his company to get reassigned to the Nanbushima department, and she'd spent over a month fighting with her family to try to get out, to find him again. In her head, he was still just Master, but she'd learned from the court records that his real name Tomoyuki Kishi.

She'd gone out with her friends to a quiet little fast food place with milkshakes and Wesmeri burgers. She'd managed to be normal, almost entirely, only flinching once when an older gentleman lost his balance near her and almost fell right into her - Nanami had stopped him, and they'd smiled and laughed about it, pretending like it was nothing. Harumi was on the road to recovery. She smiled at her friends as she departed the restaurant, going her own way to head home, the same way she'd gone a hundred times before.

Tomoyuki idly watched her exit the restaurant, leaning against a wall as he pretended to consult various things on his phone. He was wearing a baseball cap for the local team, helping to keep him disguised. He walked after her, absently, with soft footfalls at first, from the opposite side of the street. She didn't notice his presence, not even when she headed to the park, enjoying the peaceful sounds and smells and sights of nature. At the increasingly late hour, it grew ever more empty of people, and Tomoyuki grew closer to her too.

She was sexy as hell. Long, golden-brown hair, a nice firm fair of tits and a full round butt. It had been what had drawn Tomoyuki to her in the first place, the raw sexual appeal of her teenaged body. When he saw his chance, he grabbed her upper arm. "Wha?" She sputtered in surprise, as he dragged her off the path. Her eyes widened with fear, her cheeks hot with arousal. She was still his, in a fundamental sense, she hadn't cleaned him out of her mind. He pressed her back against a tree, and she fell silent. Not screaming. Defaulting to obedience, like she should.

"Nice to see you again, fucksleeve," he said, a smirk on his lips.

Her body shuddered at hearing the old name, making his cruel smile grow even wider. Her mind was already starting to fall back into its old mode. Her conscious thoughts warred with the unrelenting idea, pounded into her over those five days, that she was his sexual toy to do what he liked with, that she ought to seek to service him and debase and degrade herself.

Seeing her reaction, the lack of screaming or struggling, he didn't hesitate. He flipped up her skirt and simply tore off her panties. Her conscious mind felt abjectly humiliated, knowing that she was dripping wet, her honey-scented juices sliding down her inner thighs, and the part of her that accepted this screamed with lust. "Fuh, fuck," she breathed out, the start of an incoherent statement of desire that she just barely managed to suppress.

"Oh, I'm going to, fucksleeve," he said, with a smile, unzipping his pants. His hard cock came out, and to Harumi, it was still the ideal cock, every contour perfect, exactly as wide and long as it should be. He'd literally fucked her cunt into his shape, and her mind was still warped around that fact - any other dick looked slightly wrong, too short or too wide or the wrong shade or something else because it wasn't his. A single drop of drool escaped her lips as she stared. "You missed it, huh?" He teased.

She nodded on automatic, then hurriedly shook her head. This isn't who I am, she thought, as she stood completely still, trapped by a mix of fear and lust. He took the opportunity to thrust his cock hard into her waiting cunt. All other thoughts were whited out for a moment by the ecstatic pleasure of an orgasm, her brain turning off and rebooting for a moment, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

"Ah, fuck, you're so tight, fucksleeve," he said, and her heart seemed to flutter at those words, a compliment from her Master. His cock, Master's cock, the only cock that mattered in the world, was inside her, and he was satisfied with her body. "You haven't fucked anybody else since me, have you?" She shook her head, body operating without her conscious mind's input, any thought of resistance only a faint echo in the back of her mind. He smirked. "Good to hear, fucksleeve," he said, and she blushed as he started to fuck her properly.

His hands dug into her flanks, grasping her hips as he pumped up and down inside her dripping wet and white hot cunt. Her cheeks were hot with arousal, her mouth popping open and falling closed, almost guppy-like as the two tendencies in her mind fought for control. Part of her wanted to scream for help, to tell him to stop, to beg for mercy. Another part - growing stronger with each passing thrust, with each time he filled her up, with each time his balls slapped against her butt - wanted him to keep going, to become his obedient little mind broken fucksleeve again, to enjoy being used by his cock and tossed aside whenever he was bored with her. To obsequiously submit, to wantonly humiliate herself, to obey without hesitation or remorse, no matter what the command.

It took perhaps three strokes for her to orgasm again, moaning and shuddering on his cock. He took the opportunity to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth, and she just shuddered in joy. Her Master was kissing her, showing her the affection he felt for his obedient little fucksleeve, and she was happy to be kissed. Her mouth slurped on his tongue as he penetrated past her lips, her eyes wild as she got fucked by her Master.

He popped his lips off hers, admiring for a moment her drooling, stupid face, the erotic way her eyes seemed to roll around in her head, unfocused, her thoughts fuzzy. Then he slapped her. She squeaked in surprise, some part of her brain taking the opportunity to rally. "Wha, what was that for?" She sputtered out.

He smirked. "For not coming to visit me in jail," he explained, and anger flared inside her, even as her body remained a pliant hole for him to use. "Or even bothering to pay enough attention to know I got out so you could contact me, fucksleeve."

"I, I don't want this," she said, struggling against him meekly, the parts of her that loved/adored/worshiped/obeyed him strong enough to keep her from striking him outright.

"You do," he told her, pressing his lips back against hers, and her thoughts shorted out once more, her hands reaching for his backside, not to strike or grab or push, but to claw and dig with raw, animal desire. He broke off the kiss, looking her dead in the eyes for a moment. "Who were the friends you were with?"

"Nanami, Maeko, and Seiko," she explained, her mouth moving faster than her head.

"They were pretty hot," he said, smirking at the look of horror and arousal on her face. "Maybe you could take them on a nice little camping trip and the five of us could get better acquainted?"

"N-no," she sputtered quietly, her cheeks hot. It was almost pleading, as he continued to simply thrust inside her, her tits bouncing inside her clothes, her expression one of delirious, brain-dead arousal, with just the slightest hint of fear around the eyes.

"Oh yes," he replied, smiling. "You're just a brainless meat onahole, that's all you've been in all the time I was gone," he explained, licking at her neck, making her shudder. "All you're good for is being used as a convenient hole for a man to stick his dick in." He laughed, smiling as he met her eyes. "It's ironic, if you'd been just a little bit more of the slut you were meant to be, you might have imprinted on some other man. But you didn't," he explained, his breath hot in her ear, before he nibbled and bit at it. "And that means you're mine still."

She whimpered, but even though she opened her mouth to speak, she didn't get the chance to - he thrust up inside her again, and she came with a moan, her juices squirting all over his thighs and hers. He smiled, pulling out, grabbing her hair and dragging her further out of view, and she didn't resist, simply going along with it, her mind struggling to form a single coherent thought, much less to think of resistance. Her eyes wandered to his hard cock as he dragged her, staring at it with wanton lust. Once he felt they were adequately far from the path, he began to simply strip her.

With her panties, he'd just ripped them off, but with her clothes it was more like peeling, removing layer after layer but leaving the clothes themselves intact, with the exception of her bra. That, he had tried to destroy but found a bit too tough and flexible, so he settled on simply tossing it aside for the moment. Some quiet part of her mind remembered that when he'd first kidnapped her, he'd wanted her to remain perpetually without underwear, even when he'd put her in some silly sex costume.

Once she was properly naked before him, he eyed her up, hands groping her tits. They were full, firm round things, having been hidden beneath layers but now quite exposed. Her nipples were perky, and she shuddered as her Master - as Tomoyuki - played with her breasts, her toes curling as she struggled to keep her mind in one piece.

"Do you know how I found you?" Tomoyuki asked, his smile vicious, sadistic, as he groped her tits. She shook her head, legs quivering beneath her as she struggled to stand. "Your family. They hate you, you know? You're a millstone around your father's neck. Your brothers complain about you online." He licked the sweat off her neck as she shuddered and whimpered. "That's how I found you," he told her, gripping her hair tightly. "It would have been better for everyone if the cops had never found you, if you'd become my obedient little cumbucket without them ever getting involved. But don't worry, fucksleeve. I forgive you."

He kissed her again, hard, on the lips, and she shuddered and moaned as his tongue ran along her palate. The kiss was so passionate, so sensual, that she couldn't help but orgasm, her breasts pressing against his chest as she did, and he chuckled quietly into her mouth, refusing to break off the kiss even for that.

When he did, finally, she gasped and panted, her expression wanton with idiot lust, and he smirked. He gathered her hair into twin pigtails, dragging her down by it, putting her directly in front of his hard cock. Her mouth opened without a further thought, knowing what her purpose was in this position, and he thrust inside her mouth, making her throat bulge with his length and girth, making her shudder and twitch beneath him.

The feel of his hard cock in her warm throat was exquisite for both of them, any thoughts of resistance whiting out in her mind, replaced only with the taste and feel of his cock. He held her down, grinding her nostrils into his pubes, as he absently enjoyed her sexy body.

He'd been a tad angry, when he'd gotten out of jail on a technicality, and he'd started to take it out on her, but it was obvious to him now that she wasn't responsible. She'd even tried to defend him back when he had been arrested. "That's a good fucksleeve," he said, and she immediately shuddered in orgasm, old instincts coming back hard as her knees dug into the grass and dirt. "This is what you were meant for, isn't it?"

She drunkenly nodded on her Master's cock, smiling with her eyes up at him as he held her down. She could hardly breathe, but that didn't matter, only her Master's pleasure mattered. "I'll always be watching you," he told her. "I'll be monitoring your every move, so don't forget your place as my fucksleeve, or I might really grab your little friend group." She gurgled around his dick, and he pulled her off by the impromptu pigtails. "What was that?" He asked the question with a cruel, sadistic smile.

"If you want other sluts, Master, I'd be happy to give them to you," she said, her eyes wild, the part of her that hated and feared the thought too weak and fuckdrunk to resist. Her nostrils flared as she smelled his cock, covered in her juices and spit, the scent beckoning back memories of that cold basement where he'd first taken her and made her his. "I'm your obedient fucksleeve, and I exist to be used. Rape all my holes however you want." Her body seemed to sway beneath him, her eyes rolling up as she spoke.

Tomoyuki laughed, and she smiled up at him, happy to have pleased her Master so. He held onto one ponytail, but let the other fall loose, grabbing his cock and simply slapping her face with it, making her shudder at the humiliation. "That's right," he said, smirking down at her. "You're my personal fucksleeve, a fun hole to use to pleasure my cock. Sex with you isn't even sex, really, it's basically masturbation, isn't that right, fucksleeve?"

She nodded, still catching her breath. "I'm your personal sex toy, use me however you like," she breathed, her eyes wild as she spoke. "Use me up, come inside, and toss me away, just like any other jerkoff toy, except I'll clean myself off so you can use me again and again, Master."

At that, he thrust into her throat again, shutting her up. She moaned in pleasure, the feeling of his cock penetrating her throat making her orgasm once more, her body shuddering beneath him. Her juices simply gushed out of her cunt, splattering the grass and dirt of the park, as the sun slowly set in the background. "Fuck, I missed you, fucksleeve," he breathed. "I picked you out because you're so fucking hot, those gorgeous violet eyes of yours, that golden-brown hair, fuck," he breathed, bottoming out, holding her in place.

She smiled up at him, happy to be praised, happy her body pleased her Master when it was the only part of her that was of any value. She swallowed around his cock, and he groaned in pleasure at that, at the feeling of her throat trying to massage and milk his cock dry. After a few long seconds of enjoying the feeling, he started to fuck her face properly again, balls slapping against her cheek, her soft gurgles and moans of pleasure adding to his own.

The parts of her mind that wanted to resist were completely quiescent by this point, as he used her mouth like the sex toy it was meant to serve as. All that remained was the girl that had been in that basement for those five days, the one who existed for her Master's pleasure, the one whose greatest joy was getting his cum splattered all over her face, simultaneously letting her take in the thick scent of his seed and nonverbally informing her that she'd done good for her Master. Her eyes stared up at him, loving and worshipful, as if this act of having her throat repeatedly violated was the most exquisite sexual experience she'd ever had.

Of course, being raped by him was also the only sexual experience she'd ever had, having been a virgin who had not even yet masturbated when she was first kidnapped, and her every sexual fantasy since had featured some thinly veiled version of him or of what he had done to her.

"Here it comes," he groaned out, holding his cock just past her lips and letting his cum splatter all over the inside of her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, eyes rolling around in her head in raw lust, moaning and panting as she did her level best to swallow every single drop of cum that her Master had seen fit to grace her with. He tasted exquisite, a lovely chocolate flavor with a minty tang, and her toes curled as she took every drop without spilling a single one.

When he was completely spent, he pulled out of her mouth, admiring his lewd little fucksleeve as she remained kneeling on the ground, swilling his cum in her mouth in joyous pleasure. He took her bra, tossing it in his backpack. "Get yourself dressed and head home, fucksleeve," he told her, and she nodded. "What's your number?"

She swallowed his cum, sad not to get to taste him any longer, but she needed to please him. "647-38254-653," she replied.

He put the number into his own phone, then decided to take a quick couple shots of her like that. She smiled, presenting her body as best she could without moving from that position. "Now, get dressed," he reminded her, and she nodded.

"Yes, Master," she said, collecting her clothes, a fucked-stupid smile on her lips as she slowly got dressed. She looked like a mess, but it would be easy to lie and tell her parents that she'd tripped and fallen in the park. The only real giveaway was her own juices as they drooled down her thighs, which she quickly gathered up with her fingers and slurped clean, enjoying her own honeyed taste as her Master departed, leaving her to clean herself off so that he could use her again and again. She shuddered in joy at it all.