Sojiro grunted as he released his load inside of her. Her eyebrows tightened as she winced, gurgling pathetically as his cum filled the back of her throat. A fountain of the stuff erupted from the sides of her mouth, flowing down her chin like a waterfall. He put his hand on her head and pulled his dick out of her. She obediently swallowed, just like he had taught her.

He knew that it would be worth it. He knew from the moment he had taken her in that he would milk her for all she was worth. Now that he had the girl completely under his thumb, he was going to do terrible things to her. He was going to have his way, and there wasn't a goddamn thing anyone could do to stop him.


Wakaba had died. She had died and left her daughter behind. She had trusted Sojiro in life, and so she entrusted her daughter's life to him in death. She trusted him so completely that she placed her daughter in Sojiro's care rather than give the girl to a member of her own family.

But she should not have trusted him. You see, Sojiro was playing the long game. He had been waiting. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to get Wakaba to share his bed. Or failing that, to force the issue on her. But that bitch had never returned his desires. She had never given him what he wanted from her. And he had never been able to work up the courage to force her to do it. She had been far too strong. Sojiro had been sure that it wouldn't have gone well for him.

But now her daughter was here. Futaba. She was far younger. Far weaker and far more timid. She would be an easy target. Wakaba had not given him what he desired. What he was owed. And now, her daughter would pay the price. Futaba was now his to do with as he pleased. Futaba would give Sojiro what her mother had never given him. And no one was going to stop him from taking it from her.

She had been opposed to the idea at first. The first time he'd tried, she kicked and screamed. And when this didn't stop him, she pleaded. Pleaded with him to stop, to please, please stop. But he didn't care. By the time she had started begging, he already had his cock buried in the girl. No matter how much she begged, he wasn't going to stop when he had already started. The first few times would be a challenge, but Sojiro knew that she'd come around. After all, where else did she have to go?

A few nights had passed since the first time he'd touched her. He thought it was only polite to let the girl mourn a bit before he tried again. He walked by her room a number of times, just to check. And each time he did he could hear her quietly sobbing. Sobbing at the loss of her mother and the loss of her modesty.

After a while, the crying still hadn't stopped. And Sojiro decided that enough was enough. He hadn't busted in days, and it was the girl's responsibility now to help him with that. Her mother hadn't done it, and so it fell to Futaba to pick up the slack.

He unlocked the padlock on her door and burst into her room, completely nude. She sat huddled in a corner, her face streaked with tears. She stared up at him, a look of horror on her face. He stared back at her, his erect penis pointed in her direction. Hungry and threatening.

Without a word he lumbered in her direction, he picked her up and forced her to her feet. He pushed his hand directly onto her crotch, feeling around for the indents of her folds.

Her eyes widened. She kicked her legs in resistance. But he would not be deterred. He covered her mouth to muffle her screams.

"If you're going to live under my roof," he said, breathing hard with the effort of keeping her down, "Then I'm going to expect some things from you."

Futaba squirmed and squealed. A look of abject terror in her eyes. She struggled to get away, but he was too strong for her.

"Your mother never put out," he explained, "Not even once did she give that to me. And after I supported her for so long. And now that she's gone, it falls to you to make up for what she never gave me."

He grasped at her shirt, moving to pull it off. He tried to yank it upward, but she resisted, crossing her arms tightly to her chest. That was fine. If she wanted to do this the hard way, then he was game.

He grasped her shirt by the collar before pulling at it with all his might. The fabric ripped violently as he pulled. And Sojiro ripped the shirt all the way down the middle, pulling her arms out of the way as he did. Her belly was exposed now, and a black bra was just visible beneath the ripped shirt. He pulled the shirt out of the way and tossed it to the floor.

Futaba stood before him wearing her black bra, whimpering pathetically. He couldn't see a latch in the front, so he flipped Futaba over and pinned her against the wall. He held her in a tight embrace as she squirmed and struggled. He pushed his cock squarely onto her covered ass, relishing the firmness of her young cheeks. Through those tight shorts she wore, he could feel almost every detail.

Sure enough her bra did latch in the back. He pushed her hard against the wall, pinning her with all of his weight. He undid the clasp. The bra now hung loose at her shoulders. Holding her arms tightly, he was able to remove the straps. The bra fell lightly to the ground and the girl's tits hung limply downward. He helped himself to a feel. He started at the base of her left tit and caressed it in a full circle. Then moving his fingers in a cascading motion, he placed his fingertips on her nipple, pinching it with fervor. Her boobs weren't tiny, but they were still relatively small. Just big enough that he could easily fill his palms with them, but not so big that he could place his head between them and lose himself.

He had the girl pinned against the wall and topless. He could have plenty of fun with her just like that, but he knew what he wanted. He had to get her pants off.

He was pondering the best way to do this when the girl surprised him. Taking advantage of his moment's hesitation, she aimed a kick backwards at him, aiming for his crotch. Instead, her foot met his leg. This still had the desired effect. Sojiro's leg erupted in pain, he howled as he hopped on it for a moment, giving the girl an opening to escape. She darted for the door, her tits bouncing liberally with every step. She made it to the door before Sojiro could stop her. He quickly collected himself. He could not allow her to escape. If she wanted to be difficult, Sojiro could make things difficult.

He burst into the hallway, summoning all the speed he could muster. He caught up with her at the edge of the stairs. He grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her body to the side and slamming her head into the wall. She collided with it with a thud. A small dent was left behind. She crumpled to the floor, clutching her head and looking dazed. This gave Sojiro the opportunity he needed.

She tried to get up, but she stumbled before falling over again. For now at least, she was defenseless. He eagerly pulled her shorts down, taking the underwear with them. He left the bundle at her feet as he turned her over. Her small, tight ass was bared for him as he pulled her up by the armpits. He sat down on the top step, lifting her onto his lap. At last his cock made contact with her folds, and he pulled her into an embrace. Her back rested on his chest as he slowly inched his cock deeper and deeper inside of the young, helpless girl.

It felt incredible. Her walls were so delightfully tight. Her juices lubricated his every movement. The warm, slick sensation pushing down on every inch of his throbbing cock was almost too much to bear.

He knew he wouldn't last long. He should have masturbated ahead of time to keep up his endurance. He tried to stop it. He wasn't ready yet. But he knew that he was already passed the point of no return.

He grunted as he released inside of her. A great tension was lifting from his body. And with every spasm he felt his body growing lighter. As if he was flying up into the sky.

Futaba was in no condition to walk herself to her room. Cum dripped down the inside of her thighs, and she still looked dazed and confused. She might have a concussion. Sojiro picked her up and walked her to her room. He set her on the bed and locked the door behind him. But not before grabbing every article of clothing he could find. He wasn't going to deal with ripping off her clothes again.

The concussion had him worried. He didn't need her dying on him. He still had so much that he wanted to do with her.