Disclaimer: I don't own OP. I don't own Love Hina, either.
Chapter 8
"Let me go, you fucking bitch!"
A tied up Motoko Aoyama was wriggling around, trying to free herself from her restraints, but to no avail.
"Motoko, you silly girl! You belong to me now!"
Cherie runs a hand in Motoko's hair before reaching down and ripping away at her clothes.
"Get your fucking hands off me!"
Cherie smacks Motoko on her bare breasts with a riding crop before gesturing at Shalulia to come to her side.
"She's all yours!" Cherie untied Motoko before tying her wrists onto the headboard as the door opened and Mihawk entered the room.
"Oh, you're in time, we've just gotten started!" Cherie said cheerfully as she wondered over to her husband and sat down on the nearest seat, getting a view of the action.
Motoko continued to protest as Shalulia began to run her tongue all over Motoko's body, sucking and biting all over as a hand slipped inbetween her legs and began massaging her clit.
"Stop that! Let me go!"
"Or you'll do what?" Cherie smirked at Motoko as Shalulia shoves two fingers inside. "I own you, now. You're my slave and you will learn to like it!"
"What?!" Motoko shrieked as Shalulia bit down hard on her neck as Cherie flashes a smirk in her direction as Motoko came.
"Huh, her resistance wore down quicker than I thought," Cherie mused to herself as she went over to the bed before pulling Motoko's legs apart and tying them to the bedpost, legs spread wide. As she headed back to her seat, Cherie pats Shalulia on the head.
"Have fun,"
Without another word, Shalulia pushed herself into Motoko, causing her to scream bloody murder.
"Take that thing out of me!"
Shalulia ignored Motoko's protests, instead beginning to thrust into her while she began to cry, still begging for them to stop but Shalulia kept going.
Before too long, Shalulia had come deep inside Motoko, while she continued to sob.
"Oh, Motoko, you'll get used to this. Although," Cherie smirks again. "We're only just gotten started."