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Chapter Twenty-Three: Endurance

After sitting through another conventional Art Class, I walked through the hall, somewhat bummed that a cute naked alien wasn't walking beside me after having spent the previous hour with my dick in her mouth. Surprisingly, my artwork didn't suffer. It merely changed, mostly for the better. My work now drew on my memories of the Mop Club, in particular its most recent meeting.

Japanese schools don't allow students to carry their cell phones around during school hours, but I was expecting an important text message. I stopped at my locker before heading off to club; I yanked out the phone, powered it on, and sat on the bench. A shiny new text message from Toyohara Hotel manager Kobi greeted me. Your package has arrived.

When I reply-texted Kobi a query asking if I could use S&M room this evening around 8 PM, he replied, We can clear that time for you.

Nice. I wondered how much longer my VIP treatment was going to last.

I closed my locker. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned, Angie Nigahara greeted me with a frown.

"Hi, Kyon."

"Hi, Angie."

"You know…" She looked down at her feet. "I haven't been feeling real good about myself lately."

"Did you fail another test?"

"Oh, no. My teachers have been super helpful since I came back. I can do pretty much anything I want now and they won't fail me."

"So why are you feeling bad again?"

"Because I need to suck your dick and you won't let me."

"You know I'm dating Haruhi, don't you?"

"I knew that when I sucked you off on the roof two weeks ago."

"Are you sure it can't wait a few more days?"

"I'm not sure I can last that long. I may have to go back to the roof."

"They've chained the access door."

"I know about your secret entrance."

I shook my head in defeat. "I don't have time right now, but how about we meet in the gym tomorrow, under the bleachers, right before lunch period? Can you hold out that long at least?"

She considered my proposal and sighed. "I suppose." Angie hugged my arm. "Thank you so much, Kyon. You don't know what this means to me." She ran off.

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When I got to the clubroom, Haruhi's hair ribbon had once again reverted to its standard location atop her head. I assumed her panties had returned as well. At an opportune time, I surreptitiously handed her a small note that read, Mop Club Meeting, Toyohara Love Hotel, S&M Room, 8:00 PM tonight.

Haruhi's eyes bulged as she struggled and mostly succeeded at suppressing a smile. Her eyes flicked from side to side. A couple of times it landed on the clock as her brain performed the mental calculations needed to determine whether or not she could honor this unusual request. After all, it was a school night, she had homework due, and those things took precedence.

She crumpled up the paper and nodded.

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I arrived at the Toyohara at 7:45 PM.

"Miss Miller awaits your arrival." Kobi handed me a key card. "And these are for you." He pushed a nondescript brown package across the counter.

I shook the package. "Are these the casts?"

"We hope they meet your requirements."

"They're kind of heavy."

"You'll find the weight, balance, and texture of each individual unit to be remarkably spot on."

Tearing open the package revealed a set of six smaller unmarked rectangular boxes. I gently opened one of the elegant white containers and lifted out the mold. As promised, the weight, texture, color, and appearance of the semi-stiff silicone dick-and-balls replica was perfect down to the routing of my veins. It looked great—no wonder these girls couldn't resist it.

I replaced the mold in the box and bowed. "These are wonderful. Thank you so much."

"Your satisfaction is our goal." Kobi returned the bow.

I trotted down the hall to my favorite Toyohara specialty room. After sliding my card key into the slot and opening the door, I authoritatively stated, "Mop Club is now in session. Your president has arrived."

I navigated the short foyer and entered the dungeon to find Haruhi Suzumiya standing at attention in the middle of the space with her arms at her sides, dressed in her collar. Only her collar. And she didn't wear her collar around her neck. Instead, she'd ingeniously wrapped it around her hair to form a ponytail.

As I approached, she saluted. "Official Mop Club mop… ready for inspection."

I put down the box, stood at attention, and returned the salute. "At ease, Minion."

"Holy smokes, Mr. President." Haruhi spun around with her arms out. "This place is amazing. What are you going to do to me?"

I tapped the box with my foot. "With the aid of these toys, I'm going to torture you while you're strapped to this equipment. Prepare for some serious double and triple penetration."

Her jaw dropped and her eyes blinked. "No way."

I considered asking Haruhi if she was okay with all this—for about a fraction of a second. I knew her too well. "I'm going to test your endurance." Everyone knew that Haruhi Suzumiya could not resist a challenge.

A pleased smile lit up her face. "Whatever you say, Mr. President. But first…" She ran into my arms. As her full perfect breasts compressed against my chest, she kissed me deeply.

I ran my hand along her ponytail, down her back, and over her firm bare bottom before releasing her. "I'll be right back, Minion."

I tuned the wall-recessed radio to a techno station playing music at the tempo and volume at which I wanted to fuck her. Then I took her hand and led her to the wooden dungeon horse (which got its name because the padded contraption looked like a horse). I strapped her down on all fours, like one horse on top of another, before affixing a leather blindfold over her eyes.

For the next few hours, I had the time of my life.

Haruhi remained blindfolded for most of her ordeal, except for some of the times I stuffed my genuine dick into her mouth. As I double and triple-penetrated her with wild abandon, I rotated the six molds in and out of her three orifices, making sure each one got an adequate dose of goddess essence. In addition, her cum-filled orifices gave each silicone phallus a healthy coating of semen.

At first, I feared Haruhi might suspect something was up when she realized how well I knew myself around this equipment, but the more I fucked her, the less I cared.

I've been practicing for this evening, I would have told her if she asked—she never did—and it wouldn't be too far from the truth.

When I saw how much fun she was having and how much abuse she was willing to take, I decided to go all out. My gut told me Haruhi wasn't the pain slut Tsuruya had become and wasn't on that trajectory, so I took it easy with the paddles and whips. Instead, I focused on challenging configurations, strenuous poses, merciless tickling, and non-stop, vibrator-induced, forced multiple orgasms.

And, of course, we fulfilled the Mop Club charter. I filled each of her holes to the brim and beyond with my semen, and we made a hell of a mess.

At one point, Haruhi hung suspended upside-down from the ceiling by her ankles, her wrists tightly bound behind her back. Life-sized silicone casts stuffed her anus and vagina to the hilt while another cast, held fast with a cord, filled her mouth. A blindfold kept her in the dark. Her ponytail swayed back and forth when she tensed, jerked, and chirped each time I swished the thin rod through the air. Would my next swat impact her tender breasts, or her thighs, or nothing at all? The anticipation drove her crazy.

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At the close of the night, Haruhi lay on her back on the padded floor; arms and legs splayed, stretched, and bound; breasts, thighs, and bottom a healthy glowing red; a leather ball gag stuffing her mouth; a vibrating dildo gently teasing her love canal.

She blubbered and giggled uncontrollably—much like Tsuruya after one of our sessions but without the deep bruising and tears. The image reminded me of a girl who'd just gotten off the world's craziest roller coaster after riding it fifty times.

Having just gotten out of the shower, I did my best to avoid the blotches of semen that surrounded and covered her as I knelt at her side. I turned off the vibrator, eased it out of her, and replaced it with my index and middle fingers. As my digits slid in and out of her, I massaged her nub with my thumb. Haruhi's eyes bulged and her body shivered as I coaxed the final orgasm of the evening out of her depleted body.

Once the tremors had settled a bit, I bent forward, rubbed her hair, and kissed her forehead. "Good night, Minion. You did great."

She turned her head toward me and managed a nod but otherwise didn't move—her content glassy eyes said, Thank you.

I untied her right wrist. "Meeting adjourned." With a box full of penises tucked under my arm, I walked out the door.