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Beside the Shrine was a small, gray house. The front of the house faced toward the side of the temple, so a hidden sliding glass door on the front of the house lead to a small living room. Inside showed it contained only a few pieces of furniture, a television, and a lamp. Not much decorating, just a few pictures of winter scenes, a couple book cases filled with books, and good luck charms hanging from the ceiling.
As Ken followed Yukiko past the kitchen area, full of drying herbs, hanging pots and pans, knives and other various utensils, he wondered how long she had been alone.
"Ah, Yukiko?" His voice made her stop right in her tracks and spin around.
"Yes Ken? Is there something you'd like from the kitchen?" She asked him in a monotone voice. Her eyes reflected a pale sadness within her and the warmth he once felt seemed to be fading.
He walked closer to her, looking over her attire.
"You should change into something more comfortable. I bet you're very tired of holding your breathe while you walk in that corset." He smiled warmly at her, but he knew that his intentions were not the best ones.
Yukiko's eyes widened in surprise. Warmth quickly filled the emptiness and weariness that previously inhabited her blue eyes.
"H..hai. I suppose it is getting late and I have had this on almost all day.." She mused, smiling lightly. "I'll go change into my pajamas, I hope you don't mind, and then I'll make you something to drink."
Ken couldn't help but smirk at how he could so easily mold her to his will. He loved it, he relished every moment he could manipulate her any way he wanted, it sent chills down his spine. Only a few more minutes and he would have just what he always got.
Watching her as she bound up the stairs was like a lion watching a gazelle run for its very life. Ken waited until she was upstairs and purposely waited until he heard a door open and shut lightly.
Now he could finally make his move.
Looking over through the kitchen into the living room, he bidded the world a good night and headed up the stairs cautiously. Following the sounds of the faint hum of her voice, he found himself standing before a wooden door decorated with many stickers and childish drawings. He couldn't help but look them over, the myriad of colorful and shiny pieces of paper stuck to the door. Animals, people, places she must have collected over the years.
After getting his fill of the pre-school decore, he listened intently. From inside the room sounds of struggle and semi-panic filled his ears. She was making this all too easy for him.
He could hear Yukiko struggling to get the corset undone from behind the door.
"It was so easy to get on this morning! Why is it so hard to get it off now?" Her voice was quickly becoming frustrated. "So many strings, ah, it looked so beautiful in the window. If I ever get this off, I will never wear it again." As Yukiko flopped herself down on the bed, Ken heard the thud and knocked gently on the door.
But before Yukiko could protest, Ken was inside her room.
Admiring the coziness of it, he found himself staring at a small bedroom. A small bed on the right of the room, pushed up against the wall, covered in a light purple and blue comforter with several matching pillows and throw pillows. A pale blue carpet covered the room's floor, littered with many stuffed animals that were probably on the bed at one point. He laughed at how she resembled more of a child than a teenager.
Her desk even said so. Covered in novelty pens, pencil cases, stationary, and candy wrappers, it showed she prefered the smaller pleasures of life, rather than the ones that would corrupt and end up being your demise.
"I apologize for the mess, but I didn't think you'd come up here to see it." She stood up from the bed, frantically bending over and picking up little stuffed polar bears and white puppies, then throwing them into a nearby closet.
"There's no need to clean your room for me Yukiko." His voice rather sly, charming, but sly.
Yukiko blushed.
She realized while she could not get the corset off, the skirt, stockings, garter hooks, and arm warmers had found themselves heaped in a pile on top of her hamper.
She was standing in front of him in her panties and corset, strings wildly hanging down from every part of the body-tight clothing article.
He admired her body without his eyes ever leaving hers. He noticed her slender legs, leading up to the corset that held her breasts up against her chest so perfectly. Since she had been flailing, trying to undo the corset from behind, her hair was slightly messy, but the way it covered her face and her eyes, she looked like an angel, minus the wings.
Ken walked over to her, as she stood completely still, not even attempting to move or even breathe.
"Let me help you." His hands slide over the corset and began to undo the clasps, one by one, until finally, each clasp was undone and the only thing holding the corset to her body were her hands. Ken knew exactly how to coax her out of it.
He began to caress the place on her back where the backbone led from the back of her neck, all the way down to the lacy edging of her panties, moving his fingers up and down along her spine, letting his fingernails drag themselves across her skin. Goosebumps soon covered her skin.
Shivers ran down her spine and he watched as her hands slowly fall down, as her eyes fluttered shut, as the corset slid off her body and onto the floor. Yukiko unconsciously leaned backwards against Ken's hands, wanting him to touch her more.
"K..Ken.." Before Yukiko could even protest against him, he began to move his palms from her shoulders down to her waist. Her skin like silk beneath his hands, so soft so warm and supple. Moving up from her waist to her chest, he pushed himself against the back of her as she leaned into him even harder.
Ken's hands moved across her chest and cupped her breasts gently, letting his thumbs tease her taut nipples. Yukiko let a moan slip past her pale, trembling lips as his hands gently kneaded her breasts.
Yukiko slipped around so she was standing face to face with him. Strands of her honey colored hair fell before her face and in her eyes, somewhat hiding them from Ken. As she leaned in towards his lips, he remained unmoved, letting her do all the work. He was enjoying watching her toy with him.
She let her tongue slide over her lips and wet them, then kiss his bottom lip softly. He still did not respond, but it didn't discourage her in the least. She kissed him on the lips, then again gently nibbling on his top lip. By now Ken could no longer control himself. Instead of standing there watching her kiss him, he wanted to control her.
He kissed her back, passionately, fiercely. Their tongues met one another deepening the kisses, teasing and taunting. Ken let his hands run through her soft hair, reassuring him she was really there, this wasn't a dream. She was completely submissive, letting him do whatever he pleased.
As they kissed Ken inched her over closer and closer to the wall, letting his hands move down from her head to her waist, pinning her against the pastel wall. Her back was completely up against it, forcing her to stand up straight.
Tearing himself away from her lips, he started kissing and nibbling on her collarbone, moving up her neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses, then gently nipping at her earlobe. In the meantime, he let his hands slide down from her waist to her hips, then to her thighs, rubbing her soft legs.
Ken watched her as she bit her bottom lip and squirmed in anticipation. He could read what she was thinking and she didn't know what was going to happen, but she was ready and willing to give him whatever he wanted. He smirked and snickered to himself as he moved his right hand to her inner thigh and kept rubbing and massaging, making her want him more. Instinctively, she parted her legs, as if begging him to go higher.
"Say it Yukiko.." He breathed hotly in her ear as she bit her lip even harder. "Tell me what I want to hear." He moved his fingers up and pressed against the cotton underwear.
Yukiko gave a strangled cry as he pressed and didn't let down. Her eyes fluttered opening, as if struggling to keep themselves from being open.
"I..I..I want.." She struggled to speak as his fingers moved across the sensitive flesh. His fingers pressed even more relentlessly, making the words she so desperately wanted to say to him, escape her.
"Say it and you will have your release." He spoke hotly in her ear, making her entire body tingle and twitch. Ken savored it as he made her inhale so abruptly when he pressed harder.
"I want you.." She managed to choke out. Ken let his fingers ease off her sensitive flesh. Yukiko's eyes opened slowly as she felt Ken's presence back away slightly.
She watched as he stood in front of her, still pinning her to the wall slightly, but allowing her view of him fully.
Watching, he removed his gray jacket, then his matching gray pants, unzipping the zipper and allowing them to fall to the floor around his ankles.
Now they were even. Except Yukiko blushed slightly at the buldge in Ken's underwear. Trying to escape the fleeting feeling of euphoria, she looked down at the floor, watching as Ken moved the clothing aside. He noticed her moment of decline and made his move.
Pushing himself against her violently, he picked her up by the bend in her legs and scooted her over so she sat on the desk. Moving the chair over by the bed, he leaned her back against the wall, spreading her legs and watching her, panic quickly filling her body.
"K..Ken.." A hand gently clasped her mouth, silencing her, and her eyes shot wide open and she watched him reach down. She was completely paralyzed. All Yukiko could do was watch as Ken removed his hand from over her mouth and began to run his fingers over her skin. Down over her shoulders, playing with her hair, delicately sliding around her breasts, making her shiver, down over her bellybutton, and finally, at the edge of her panties.
Ken's eyes showed something fierce as he removed them, pulling them slowly over her thighs, and finally letting them fall down to the floor. Feeling cool air against her skin made her shiver once again.
His fingers ran back up her thighs, then to inbetween massaging the wetness, letting his fingers slide in and out.
Yukiko's breathing became more intense, soft murmurs being released with every movement he made inside her. But oh how Ken loved to watch her squirm. He closed his eyes, imagining what would soon be happening, making her scream his name in climax, but what jerked him out of his fantasy was her clawing at his shoulders.
Running her fingers over his chest and down lower.
Tugging on the elastic around his waist.
He couldn't believe it.
When he opened his eyes, he saw hers staring straight back at his. He could practically feel the lust dripping off her skin. He removed his fingers from inside her and proceeded to quickly remove the last remaining piece of clothing he wore. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, spreading her legs wider for him.
No words were spoken, just movements. He took each one of her wrists in his hands and pushed them up against the wall, pinning her so she couldn't move. Next, he thrust himself into her, making her scream out, but once inside, her body relaxed and accepted him. Closing her eyes and doing her best to keep with the rhythmic pace he made, she began to feeel good.
Ken knew he was in complete control and could do whatever he wanted and she would adhere.
Soft music began to fill the room, Ken wasn't surprised though. He must have started a cd player on the floor when he was throwing his clothing around. It was soft, a nice beat. A siren-like voice soon took over and repeated the words 'drowning' over and over, almost like a lullaby.
"Does it bother you?" She asked, breathing shallow. Ken's head jerked back to Yukiko's face. She was looking at him, sweat covering her face as Ken thrust in and out of her.
"No, no. Its fine." He replied nonchalantly. Licking his dry lips, he concentrated on her, pushing deeper and deeper. Yukiko couldn't hold it back anymore, her head laid back against the wall, exposing her throat, and she cried out.
He found the spot. Now he was merciless. He pushed on, harder and faster, making her cry out more and more.
"Ah Ken, ah, ah." Was all she could manage to chant over and over. He loved hearing her say his voice. He could feel her tighten around him, coming closer and closer to her climax. He kept up the movement, pressing harder and harder until both their bodies were being pushed against the wall every time he thrust into her. Her final cry, screaming out his name let him know she had finished, and soon, he released himself inside her.
He let go of her bruised wrists and let himself relax a little. His head tilted downward, his long hair falling over his face. Yukiko closed her legs and then let her hand cup his cheek in her palm, moving his head up and the hair out of his face.
She stood up, her knees almost buckling beneath her and crawled over to the drawer and pulled out a large t-shirt, put it on, and then, over to the desk, picked up her underwear and put it back on.
"Come over to bed." She said, pulling the covers off the bed and crawling under it herself. Ken grabbed his underwear and quickly slipped it on, crawling in next to her.
Beside the Shrine was a small, gray house. The front of the house faced toward the side of the temple, so a hidden sliding glass door on the front of the house lead to a small living room. Inside showed it contained only a few pieces of furniture, a television, and a lamp. Not much decorating, just a few pictures of winter scenes, a couple book cases filled with books, and good luck charms hanging from the ceiling.
As Ken followed Yukiko past the kitchen area, full of drying herbs, hanging pots and pans, knives and other various utensils, he wondered how long she had been alone.
"Ah, Yukiko?" His voice made her stop right in her tracks and spin around.
"Yes Ken? Is there something you'd like from the kitchen?" She asked him in a monotone voice. Her eyes reflected a pale sadness within her and the warmth he once felt seemed to be fading.
He walked closer to her, looking over her attire.
"You should change into something more comfortable. I bet you're very tired of holding your breathe while you walk in that corset." He smiled warmly at her, but he knew that his intentions were not the best ones.
Yukiko's eyes widened in surprise. Warmth quickly filled the emptiness and weariness that previously inhabited her blue eyes.
"H..hai. I suppose it is getting late and I have had this on almost all day.." She mused, smiling lightly. "I'll go change into my pajamas, I hope you don't mind, and then I'll make you something to drink."
Ken couldn't help but smirk at how he could so easily mold her to his will. He loved it, he relished every moment he could manipulate her any way he wanted, it sent chills down his spine. Only a few more minutes and he would have just what he always got.
Watching her as she bound up the stairs was like a lion watching a gazelle run for its very life. Ken waited until she was upstairs and purposely waited until he heard a door open and shut lightly.
Now he could finally make his move.
Looking over through the kitchen into the living room, he bidded the world a good night and headed up the stairs cautiously. Following the sounds of the faint hum of her voice, he found himself standing before a wooden door decorated with many stickers and childish drawings. He couldn't help but look them over, the myriad of colorful and shiny pieces of paper stuck to the door. Animals, people, places she must have collected over the years.
After getting his fill of the pre-school decore, he listened intently. From inside the room sounds of struggle and semi-panic filled his ears. She was making this all too easy for him.
He could hear Yukiko struggling to get the corset undone from behind the door.
"It was so easy to get on this morning! Why is it so hard to get it off now?" Her voice was quickly becoming frustrated. "So many strings, ah, it looked so beautiful in the window. If I ever get this off, I will never wear it again." As Yukiko flopped herself down on the bed, Ken heard the thud and knocked gently on the door.
But before Yukiko could protest, Ken was inside her room.
Admiring the coziness of it, he found himself staring at a small bedroom. A small bed on the right of the room, pushed up against the wall, covered in a light purple and blue comforter with several matching pillows and throw pillows. A pale blue carpet covered the room's floor, littered with many stuffed animals that were probably on the bed at one point. He laughed at how she resembled more of a child than a teenager.
Her desk even said so. Covered in novelty pens, pencil cases, stationary, and candy wrappers, it showed she prefered the smaller pleasures of life, rather than the ones that would corrupt and end up being your demise.
"I apologize for the mess, but I didn't think you'd come up here to see it." She stood up from the bed, frantically bending over and picking up little stuffed polar bears and white puppies, then throwing them into a nearby closet.
"There's no need to clean your room for me Yukiko." His voice rather sly, charming, but sly.
Yukiko blushed.
She realized while she could not get the corset off, the skirt, stockings, garter hooks, and arm warmers had found themselves heaped in a pile on top of her hamper.
She was standing in front of him in her panties and corset, strings wildly hanging down from every part of the body-tight clothing article.
He admired her body without his eyes ever leaving hers. He noticed her slender legs, leading up to the corset that held her breasts up against her chest so perfectly. Since she had been flailing, trying to undo the corset from behind, her hair was slightly messy, but the way it covered her face and her eyes, she looked like an angel, minus the wings.
Ken walked over to her, as she stood completely still, not even attempting to move or even breathe.
"Let me help you." His hands slide over the corset and began to undo the clasps, one by one, until finally, each clasp was undone and the only thing holding the corset to her body were her hands. Ken knew exactly how to coax her out of it.
He began to caress the place on her back where the backbone led from the back of her neck, all the way down to the lacy edging of her panties, moving his fingers up and down along her spine, letting his fingernails drag themselves across her skin. Goosebumps soon covered her skin.
Shivers ran down her spine and he watched as her hands slowly fall down, as her eyes fluttered shut, as the corset slid off her body and onto the floor. Yukiko unconsciously leaned backwards against Ken's hands, wanting him to touch her more.
"K..Ken.." Before Yukiko could even protest against him, he began to move his palms from her shoulders down to her waist. Her skin like silk beneath his hands, so soft so warm and supple. Moving up from her waist to her chest, he pushed himself against the back of her as she leaned into him even harder.
Ken's hands moved across her chest and cupped her breasts gently, letting his thumbs tease her taut nipples. Yukiko let a moan slip past her pale, trembling lips as his hands gently kneaded her breasts.
Yukiko slipped around so she was standing face to face with him. Strands of her honey colored hair fell before her face and in her eyes, somewhat hiding them from Ken. As she leaned in towards his lips, he remained unmoved, letting her do all the work. He was enjoying watching her toy with him.
She let her tongue slide over her lips and wet them, then kiss his bottom lip softly. He still did not respond, but it didn't discourage her in the least. She kissed him on the lips, then again gently nibbling on his top lip. By now Ken could no longer control himself. Instead of standing there watching her kiss him, he wanted to control her.
He kissed her back, passionately, fiercely. Their tongues met one another deepening the kisses, teasing and taunting. Ken let his hands run through her soft hair, reassuring him she was really there, this wasn't a dream. She was completely submissive, letting him do whatever he pleased.
As they kissed Ken inched her over closer and closer to the wall, letting his hands move down from her head to her waist, pinning her against the pastel wall. Her back was completely up against it, forcing her to stand up straight.
Tearing himself away from her lips, he started kissing and nibbling on her collarbone, moving up her neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses, then gently nipping at her earlobe. In the meantime, he let his hands slide down from her waist to her hips, then to her thighs, rubbing her soft legs.
Ken watched her as she bit her bottom lip and squirmed in anticipation. He could read what she was thinking and she didn't know what was going to happen, but she was ready and willing to give him whatever he wanted. He smirked and snickered to himself as he moved his right hand to her inner thigh and kept rubbing and massaging, making her want him more. Instinctively, she parted her legs, as if begging him to go higher.
"Say it Yukiko.." He breathed hotly in her ear as she bit her lip even harder. "Tell me what I want to hear." He moved his fingers up and pressed against the cotton underwear.
Yukiko gave a strangled cry as he pressed and didn't let down. Her eyes fluttered opening, as if struggling to keep themselves from being open.
"I..I..I want.." She struggled to speak as his fingers moved across the sensitive flesh. His fingers pressed even more relentlessly, making the words she so desperately wanted to say to him, escape her.
"Say it and you will have your release." He spoke hotly in her ear, making her entire body tingle and twitch. Ken savored it as he made her inhale so abruptly when he pressed harder.
"I want you.." She managed to choke out. Ken let his fingers ease off her sensitive flesh. Yukiko's eyes opened slowly as she felt Ken's presence back away slightly.
She watched as he stood in front of her, still pinning her to the wall slightly, but allowing her view of him fully.
Watching, he removed his gray jacket, then his matching gray pants, unzipping the zipper and allowing them to fall to the floor around his ankles.
Now they were even. Except Yukiko blushed slightly at the buldge in Ken's underwear. Trying to escape the fleeting feeling of euphoria, she looked down at the floor, watching as Ken moved the clothing aside. He noticed her moment of decline and made his move.
Pushing himself against her violently, he picked her up by the bend in her legs and scooted her over so she sat on the desk. Moving the chair over by the bed, he leaned her back against the wall, spreading her legs and watching her, panic quickly filling her body.
"K..Ken.." A hand gently clasped her mouth, silencing her, and her eyes shot wide open and she watched him reach down. She was completely paralyzed. All Yukiko could do was watch as Ken removed his hand from over her mouth and began to run his fingers over her skin. Down over her shoulders, playing with her hair, delicately sliding around her breasts, making her shiver, down over her bellybutton, and finally, at the edge of her panties.
Ken's eyes showed something fierce as he removed them, pulling them slowly over her thighs, and finally letting them fall down to the floor. Feeling cool air against her skin made her shiver once again.
His fingers ran back up her thighs, then to inbetween massaging the wetness, letting his fingers slide in and out.
Yukiko's breathing became more intense, soft murmurs being released with every movement he made inside her. But oh how Ken loved to watch her squirm. He closed his eyes, imagining what would soon be happening, making her scream his name in climax, but what jerked him out of his fantasy was her clawing at his shoulders.
Running her fingers over his chest and down lower.
Tugging on the elastic around his waist.
He couldn't believe it.
When he opened his eyes, he saw hers staring straight back at his. He could practically feel the lust dripping off her skin. He removed his fingers from inside her and proceeded to quickly remove the last remaining piece of clothing he wore. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, spreading her legs wider for him.
No words were spoken, just movements. He took each one of her wrists in his hands and pushed them up against the wall, pinning her so she couldn't move. Next, he thrust himself into her, making her scream out, but once inside, her body relaxed and accepted him. Closing her eyes and doing her best to keep with the rhythmic pace he made, she began to feeel good.
Ken knew he was in complete control and could do whatever he wanted and she would adhere.
Soft music began to fill the room, Ken wasn't surprised though. He must have started a cd player on the floor when he was throwing his clothing around. It was soft, a nice beat. A siren-like voice soon took over and repeated the words 'drowning' over and over, almost like a lullaby.
"Does it bother you?" She asked, breathing shallow. Ken's head jerked back to Yukiko's face. She was looking at him, sweat covering her face as Ken thrust in and out of her.
"No, no. Its fine." He replied nonchalantly. Licking his dry lips, he concentrated on her, pushing deeper and deeper. Yukiko couldn't hold it back anymore, her head laid back against the wall, exposing her throat, and she cried out.
He found the spot. Now he was merciless. He pushed on, harder and faster, making her cry out more and more.
"Ah Ken, ah, ah." Was all she could manage to chant over and over. He loved hearing her say his voice. He could feel her tighten around him, coming closer and closer to her climax. He kept up the movement, pressing harder and harder until both their bodies were being pushed against the wall every time he thrust into her. Her final cry, screaming out his name let him know she had finished, and soon, he released himself inside her.
He let go of her bruised wrists and let himself relax a little. His head tilted downward, his long hair falling over his face. Yukiko closed her legs and then let her hand cup his cheek in her palm, moving his head up and the hair out of his face.
She stood up, her knees almost buckling beneath her and crawled over to the drawer and pulled out a large t-shirt, put it on, and then, over to the desk, picked up her underwear and put it back on.
"Come over to bed." She said, pulling the covers off the bed and crawling under it herself. Ken grabbed his underwear and quickly slipped it on, crawling in next to her.