Chapter 4: We Have a Situation

When Asagi reached the mall her heart sank. It was carnage incarnate. People streamed out its doors, trampling one another as blind fear flashed wild in their eyes.

Asagi slipped in through one of the many windows shattered in escape. The demons had already racked up quite a body count.

She knew their game. Fear.

If the few you spare break they might just join you. And if they don't…

As the dust settled Asagi felt the silent entrance of Murasaki at her side. The last stragglers dashed for the entrance, faces twisted in all flavors of agony. A man, half his face dangling in the nonexistent wind. A woman, lifeless son in her arms as she ran. A boy was standing there. Out in the middle of the hall, calling out with what was left of his voice for his father.

Asagi ducked behind the cover of what looked like a coffee shop window as a demon descended from above. It landed next to the boy with a sickening thud, dashing him to the floor as the ground beneath it distended. "Daddy's not here right now," it hissed. A gargoyle, stone wings flaring out as it rose over its prey.

Asagi had planned on using stealth. Staying hidden til they could reach the upper level. Demons, for all their strength, tended not to be the most quick witted if things went awry. If she could take out whoever'd led this massacre, cut off the head of the snake, they'd panic.

Momentarily risking the open she slipped silently between kiosks, unseen by the gargoyle or its companions overhead. She dashed into the cover of a now defunct Forever 21, watching in horror as Yukikaze stepped out into the open at the demon's back. Rinko was motioning her to stop. To return. She still had time….

The gargoyle let out a lurid scream, collapsing forward into a heap at the boys feet. It twitched violently as life seeped out from between cracks in the stone.

The boy watched, eyes wide as from the setting dust, Yukikaze's silhouette rose out over her vanquished foe, smolders of lighting cracking out its broken body.

"Fuck," Asagi cursed.

As Yukikaze ushered the boy to the door a choir of demonic laughter rose overhead.

Asagi peeled back behind the entrance as two orcs smashed into the floor right outside, dressing her in linoleum shards. Without a sound she unsheathed her blade. The ground was shaking, alive with the rock of descending demons. Once there was still and all subhuman eyes honed in on the lighting Taimanin in the open, Asagi struck.

One swing sent two orcish heads to the ground, lifeless bodies collapsing at her feet. There were too many. Too many to kill anyway.

"Run!" Asagi called.

Three gargoyles shot off the ground, taking to the wing as they shot towards the one with the audacity to vanquish one of their own.

Yukikaze fired thrice, spinning like a dance as lighting sent three lifeless stone bodies sliding to past her feet.

Asagi fought her way over to Murasaki, ducking behind a kiosk as an orc swung its club down hard, shattering it. It tried to swing again but a sword through the neck stilled its hand. Murasaki swung her axe in seemingly wild motions. Three orcs had cornered her, backing her into a wall as they kept just out of range, clubs forcing her back.

An orc charged out of the dust and swung wild at Asagi's head. She ducked easily, slicing through its knees as it fell in a heap at her feet, roaring out unfiltered agony. As Murasaki's back touched the brick Asagi arrived, tip of her sword piercing straight out the stomach of the one to Murasaki's right.

The two orcs jumped and at the chance of lowered guard, one swing of an axe sailed straight through one, imbedding itself deep in the next. She tore it out, watching with twisted delight as they fell.

The four convened in the center, eyes to the figure in the overpass. It was clapping, chest heaving with exaggerated laughter. "Well done!"

"Oboro," Asagi hissed. "What do you want?"

"Who?" She asked. "Little old me?"

Yukikaze fired twice but Oboro easily stepped aside, laughing maniacally as the wind of two bullets tore by her head.

"Naughty girl," she scolded. "Hey boys," she called to a rising squall behind her. "Dinner time."

"Run," Asagi said, voice slight more than a whisper as a swarm of gargoyles surged out over the edge.

Sleep hadn't bid Ren Ikenami company that night. At the first shine of sunlight she gave up on sleep and changed into her swimsuit. It stunk, but so did most of what she'd brought at this point.

She swam a while, relishing the lack of Okobu's company as the dreaded sun rose ever higher. At least two hours had passed when Ikenami felt a shiver run down her neck. She stopped, treading water as she looked for her discomforts source.

"Morning," Okobu said with a toothy grin.

"Pervert!" She cried and he laughed.

"I have to go to the store," he told her. "Get dressed."

Ikenami was reluctant to leave the waters company, even more so knowing her school uniform was her only clean-ish thing to wear.

When she reached her cottage door Okobu was blocking the way. He ran eyes all up and down her body. She was wet, breathing hard from her morning exercise. "You look ravishing," he said.

She tried to get past him but he wasn't moving.

He laughed, pulling something out his pocket. "I'm gonna need you to wear this," he said. It was a dildo.

Her face flushed with embarrassment. "I can't," she said.

"Oh?"

"Please sir."

"Well I'm not letting you come if you don't."

Ikenami felt her heart sink, watching as his greedy tongue ran all over it. He held it out and dropped it into her open palm. He stepped aside and as she entered, noticed him looming in the doorway.

"I don't trust you," he sneered.

At least he didn't finger me, Ikenami thought as the Bentley rolled to a stop. Following him inside was difficult. It felt good to walk. Too good. The prying eyes of those that passed her made her flush red as her legs strained just to walk normally.

As they turned down the empty condiment aisle Ikenami shuddered. "What is it?' Okobu teased, spanking her hard.

She shut her eyes tight as his hand grabbed away at her ass, squeezing it so hard it made her whimper.

"Not here," she whispered.

He pressed his lips to her neck and she shuddered at the soft feel of laughter. "Sure," he said. "We'll do it later okay?"

Ikenami stayed with her forehead against the isle as he left, moving off with a hard spank goodbye. Get it together. She pulled back from the aisle, relishing in the feel of the dildo rising. But as she turned, her stomach curdled. It was the boy from church.

"Hi!" He chimed.

She waved back and he disappeared back behind an aisle. Unfortunately, he returned but a moment later with a boy her age in tow.

"This is her," the boy said.

The older boy wasn't hard on Ikenami's eyes. Flowing dark hair making even his slight stubble tolerable. He held a hand out reluctantly and she shook it. "Hajime," he said.

"Ikenami." She could feel herself blushing. She felt hot and forcing her legs together made her weak.

"You okay?" Hajime asked which only made her blush more.

"Y-yeah." From behind them Okobu was waving, beckoning her to him. "I-I have to go, I'm so sorry."

When Okobu entered the driver's seat he clapped a hand down hard on her thigh. "Who was that?" He teased, massaging it gently as his finger rose unhindered.

"No one," she answered, biting down on her lip as he took the dildo in two fingers, removing it slowly. She let out a soft moan as he let it fall to the ground between her feet, replacing it with his fingers as the Bentley roared to life.

"You're popular aren't you?" He teased as the car rolled out the lot.

"Sh-shut up," she whined but the ecstasy in her voice betrayed her.

"Lucky me." They came to a red light and he kissed her. She shut her eyes and kissed him back, tongue and all. What are you doing Ikenami? The light changed and his lips left hers, Bentley roaring forward as his fingers never ceased.

The second the Bently stopped in the garage Okobu leant over, pressing Ikenami into the door as hungry lips smashed into hers. He unbuckled himself, then her as his tongue tasted all parts of her mouth.

Ikenami felt him climb over and onto her, making sure to satisfy his lips. She heard the door open and let out a yelp as she pushed her out and onto the cold garage floor. He got out and stood over her, letting his pants fall to her chest. He was hard, stroking himself as he stared up and down her body.

Okobu didn't waste any time, tearing off her skirt and ripping open her shirt with violent delight. His lips pressed hungrily into her and as he inserted himself slowly into the girl, listened to her whimper. "Kiss me," he ordered and Ikenami obliged without hesitation. He started slowly, gently even. He could feel her body straining to obey as his hips slowly pressed in firmer and firmer.

Ikenami felt him pull out only to force it in deep. Her lips left his as her head rolled back in ecstasy. Oh no. A pair of sweaty hands clamped down hard around her neck.

"You disobedient little slut," he teased, fucking her so hard the clapping of his balls rang like bullets in the echo chamber of the garage.

She spread her thighs wide, relishing in the feel of him rocking her up and down the cold cement ground. She tried to beg but through the rocking of his hips and the hand around her neck, let out a loud moan.

Okobu laughed, digging in as far as he could, clapping his balls against her naked body as her athlete legs flailed about his sides. At last he came, as far into her as he could manage. His hands let go of her neck and, still inside of her, he sat upright. "That's right," he said, running his hands up and down the length of her thighs. "Now we're sweating."

Ikenami shuddered when he pulled out, watching from her back as he made his way back to the kitchen.

"You're gonna have to earn dinner tonight," he said. "Swimsuit."

As the door shut so did her eyes. She was tired. Beat. Her body ached and the cold floor of the garage offered little respite.

In spite of herself Ikenamihad obliged. Her stomach moaned with hunger and as she stumbled in through the front door and into the kitchen, found Okobu seated in front of the television. He was eating leftover ramen out a bowl with a second one at its side.

At the sound of the door closing he turned one eye back and smiled. She was in her swimsuit. He liked how she looked in that. He motioned her to the open seat at his side and in silence she obliged.

There were two bowls, but hers remained on his opposite side, just out of reach. He was in his robe again, still unwashed, she could smell it. Her heart sank as the folds of his robe peeled back to unsheath a veiny cock. Okobu was watching the news. Something about an attack on a mall somewhere on the other side of town. It looked gruesome but as interested as she was in the story, her eyes couldn't look away from his penis.

Okobu watched through the corner of his eye as Ikenami sat, carefully folding one leg over the other and folding her arms across her chest. He smiled.

Ikenami's eyes shut tight as a firm hand squeezed her thigh, pulling her close as he squeezed and stroked. "Sir," she said, her voice wavering.

"Ah yes," he said, squeezing so high up on her thigh it made her jump. "You want to eat, you need to drink."

Ikenami eyed the room for a glass of some sort but at the realization felt her stomach churn. On her hands and knees Ikenami leant over and set her lips to his tip. For a moment she stayed there, frozen.

He leant over her and took in another bite of his noodles, almost ignoring the taimanin's strife. "You are hungry aren't you?"

Ikenami swallowed the lump in her throat and licked, tasting that horrid taste. She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft, only returning upward the moment she tasted his balls. She took it in hand, running her tongue up and down as she felt it swell. A drop of broth splashed down atop her head and her lips accidentally inhaled a testical.

"Oops," he joked and she spat it out instantly. "Told you you'd need your swimsuit."

Ikenami glared up into his toothy grin, parting succulent lips around his tip. She stopped once more, bracing for what she had to do when Okobu snared her head in one hand, spilling broth down the length of her back and forcing her throat down the length of his cock.

He held her firm, gently placing his ramen back down on the table as the taimanin choked and gagged, her face flushing a rosy hue as her body squirmed. He released and watched her lips fly off his cock, coughing and spitting. "I said drink," he said.

Ikenami didn't hesitate this time. She'd done it before, trying hard to reach the base of his growing erection every time. She let out a cock filled shriek as his hand clapped down hard on her ass, greedy hands easily pulling aside the thin band of her suit. With his cock still embedded deep in her throat she moaned.

"Don't mind me," he said, turning up the volume with his free hand to drown out the poor girls chokes and groans. As his hand crawled slowly deeper into her ass he noticed her hips starting to sway.

Ikenami was sweating hard. Her mind blank as she tried to focus in on sucking the cock. His meaty hands were almost scraping away at her, racking weary hips with unwanted pleasure. Ikenami threw her head up for a brief moment to breathe, meeting a disappointed glare.

"You can do better than that."

Ikenami tried to beg. She just wanted her ramen but as his fingers forged deeper let out only a pathetic gurgle of pleasure, sweat and precum. He laughed and in shame, Ikenami took on as much cock as she could. The taste was horrible, she could feel it all the way into her neck, making her whole body shudder. Then she did it again, and again, each time letting out a loud choking sound as she gasped for air.

"Keep it down," he sighed but Ikenami wasn't listening.

She went faster, and faster, matching the rhythm in his fingers until at last he came. She shot upright in an instant but knew better than to dirty his carpet. She swallowed and at the disgusting smile on his face felt ill. But, true to his word, he passed her that still full bowl of ramen. Still hot.

That night Ikenami ate alone. It's only monday, she kept thinking. You can do this…you have to….