Zakuro had awoken in much the same manner as Mint had done, though unbeknownst to her, as they'd all been knocked out at the same time, and so hadn't seen or heard from Mint, and knew nothing of the little show she'd performed for their captor. She had found herself tied to the ceiling, her arms aching from the strain, and the restraints digging into her ankles and wrists. She couldn't move more than a wriggle, and even that was painful. Thankfully Syaoron arrived not long after she awoke, hopefully signaling an end to the pain in her shoulders and arms.
"There, there." He comforted her, mockingly. Zakuro didn't hesitate to return the care, spitting in Syaoron's face. He was clearly taken a back from this, having just spent quite a nice long time in this very room with Mint who'd not put up anything that could be construed as a struggle.
He wiped the saliva from his face, flashing a distasteful look her way, but it was only brief, and he turned away from her to let the moment pass them both by. He returned shortly with something in his hand. "Well if you're going to be like that we might as well give the puppy a muzzle. Wouldn't want her biting anyone would we?" Into Zakuro's mouth was forced a large ball gag, keeping her Jaw locked and reducing her squeals of displeasure to mumbles and groans. Over the top to add to the humiliation was added a genuine canine muzzle, which in Syaoron's mind complimented her ears and tail he'd now forced her to display. Hopefully he could get that tail wagging.
Zakuro squirmed and grunted, but it was all for naught. Meanwhile Syaoron retreated to the wall that was to become the stage. "I've got a special show I'd like you to perform now Miss Zakuro. One I think you'll be uniquely suited for. You see, Its strikes me that you're probably the most experienced member of my collection, at least as far as matters of a sexual nature are concerned." Zakuro hung on his every word, scared for what he might be suggesting she do. "In a minute I shall invite you onto the stage, free to do as you will with the guest I'll have provided for you. I expect my guest to be fully satisfied by your expert hands, and in return you'll be allowed back into your cage unharmed. If however you fail, or refuseā¦" He lingered making sure she understood fully the point he was making. "I may decide to make all of your friends more public property. All FOUR of them." The words stung Zakuro like she'd just been stabbed.
Pudding!
It had to be, she was the only group member missing. Did he have her here aswell? What had he done with her? Why wasn't she with the rest of them? Was she safe? Every question imaginable raced through her mind and Syaoron could tell by the look in her eye that the point had been made. He slowly walked up to her, releasing the restraints and letting her collapse to the floor, feeling slowly returning to her aching joints.
"The muzzle is padlocked, as will our guests blindfold. I expect you'll use all of the tools provided to the best of your ability now the consequences of failure are 100% clear." With that she was left alone, with only her thoughts and the sounds of movement coming from the nearby wall. She heard an announcement of some kind being made but her thoughts were racing so fast and her heart beating so loud she didn't really catch any of it. Her thoughts, however, were interrupted when the wall split dramatically in two, revealing to her the stage on which she was to perform. It was not a small hall by any stretch, she'd seen many in her time and it rivaled some of the concert halls in main city. Men stared at her and she stood, with all their gazes converging on her.
She stepped forward, meeting the eyes of each and every member of the front row. Their eyes danced and played upon her body, and she could feel their stares on her breasts and pussy in particular. She had elected to shave it regularly which had saved Syaoron a job unbeknownst to her.
She paused, listening to the wolf whistles and calls from the men gathered, wondering what it was she was meant to be doing. It was then that Syaoron reentered the stage. He was rather casually pushing what could best be described as a large circular bed. Red was the predominant colour, with soft sheets and pillows all a crimson colour. Round its perimeter were sex toys of every shape and size, some of which Zakuro had no idea how they were even supposed to work. In the center of it all though, wriggling not dissimilarly as Zakuro had done against her restraints, was a naked and tied down Lettuce.
Zakuro rushed forward, about to help, when Syaoron came casually between the two of them. "Let's not forget our little deal Miss Zakuro." He whispered to her. She wanted to kill him, wanted him to die right then and there in a brutal and horrible way, but there was nothing she could do. The hopelessness of it all swept over her, and with the mask and the muzzle Lettuce wouldn't even know it was Zakuro doing it to her.
Syaoron stepped aside and Zakuro simply shed a single tear. It was time she began, and she prayed that God, and Lettuce, would eventually forgive her.
She rested a knee onto the bed as she leant forward to examine the shivering form of the girl she was tasked with entertaining. Lettuce was inexperienced, that much was for sure, and Zakuro was fairly certain she was a virgin. If she was careful she might be able to keep it that way. Syaoron no doubt had other ideas but perhaps this small rebellion might be enough.
"Who's there?" Lettuce cried out, feeling the weight of the bed change. "Who are all those men I hear?"
Zakuro wanted to tell her, to comfort her, but the muzzle and gag meant she was unable to do anything. She simply stroked Lettuces hair like a mother comforting a child, as she eyed the choices of toys she had.
A hand slipped down from her hair to her breasts and Lettuce, who had been embarrassed and confused before was now almost catatonic with fear. The hands, soft and delicate, felt like a woman's, some mistress that Syaoron had sent to corrupt her. She was going to fight it, fight it with all her might, but as the hand groped one breast, then another, with the crowd cheering the both of them along, she felt her resolve slipping. Her nipples hardened to the touch and she let out a gasp. "Please, stop, I've never been with anyone before."
The words stung Zakuro, but she couldn't stop. She drifted both hands further down from Lettuce's breasts to her stomach, making small, slow circles. She brushed the top of Lettuce's Pubic Mound several times, each time noticing how Lettuce would take a breath, preparing herself for the contact she was most dreading.
Zakuro decided to delay for now, mostly for Lettuce's sake. It looked for all the world, and fealt as much in Lettuce's mind, like she was teasing the green haired girl. Syaoron was inwardly pleased as he sat watching from his prime seat off to one side. Zakuro decided that if she was going to do this she was going to start small. She picked up a tiny vibrator from the edge of the bed and returned her attention to Lettuce. Starting at her pubic mind, she again feigned a tease by moving the shivering cold contact north, back towards Lettuce's breasts. Lettuce gasped as she felt the shudders on her left breast. It danced about her nipple, sending similar shivers of pleasure through her body. She twisted, trying to avoid it like one would twist to avoid being tickled, but it only served to shift the assailants target from one breast to another.
"No! God No! Please stop this." She sobbed, still unable to see anything. She'd tried to remove the blindfold but had been unable to with her hands tied to opposite sides of the bed. The crowd were loving it, but not Lettuce. She cried, and cried as the jolts of pleasure began to course through her.
Zakuro took her time, again delaying, but it was clear that she was expected to do something. The crowd were already asking for more, so, keeping with her smaller instrument, she opted to start the inevitable. The vibrator crept along Lettuce's skin as it moved further and further down, past her stomach, past her pubic mound, and paused, hovering and vibrating over Lettuce's clit.
Lettuce at this point screamed, a loud terrified, heartfelt scream that stabbed Zakuro straight through the heart. My God! She was being raped by her! That thought caused waves of tears to start flowing from Zakuro, but she didn't stop. For all their sakes, she'd need to continue.
Lettuce was being driven mad. The vibrator pulsed and shook her clit, sending her over the edge, The crowd were reaching a fever pitch but nothing like what Lettuce was feeling. Her pussy was now leaking uncontrollably onto the bed and she thrashed and pulled at her restraints to both try to get the unknown assailant to stop and to reach some kind of release. She'd experimented before, she was, after all a healthy young girl, but the combination of everything was driving her mad, the fear, the embarrassment, the prolonged torture, it was all getting too much.
Zakuro finally decided to start bringing Lettuce to some kind of release. She'd held out well, but if the audience and their master weren't satisfied that she'd been satisfied they'd all be in trouble. She stroked a hand softly, over Lettuces unsullied folds as the vibrator continued its job. With a few small circles to play with the some flesh, she inserted a finger into the dripping opening. Lettuce continued her loud objections, interspersed now with moans and screams that were as much pleasure as they were fear. She continued to beg as Zakuro began to move inside her, but her objections fell of deaf ears.
Curling and wriggling her fingers, Zakuro could feel directly the effects it was having on Lettuce, feeling the walls of her womanhood contract as she arched her back. Zakuro herself wasn't immune to all this, a visible sign of arousal for herself now evident on her thighs. It was rather impossible given the situation, and the large number of men egging them on, shouting encouragement or disparaging comments about their anatomy. Had she been paying more attention she might have noticed Syaoron was no longer in his seat, and it would have been less of a shock when she felt his hand brush past her own arousal. He smiled as he cupped her breast and she squeaked through her muzzle at the contact. It sadly wasn't quite what she was expecting, as through a incredible display of self restraint Syaoron elected to not continue with her. Instead he held up a large black item that Zakuro was at least familiar with. "I think you should try this." He suggested in a tone that wasn't really a suggestion. Lettuce heard it to, and the mystery of what it was drove her mad.
Zakuro stood, letting the audience get a good view of her dripping snatch and the large, black, double ended dildo she'd been handed. With a gulp she widened her thighs and inserted it slowly into her, feeling the rush as it filled her up deep inside. The satisfaction was fantastic considering her arousal, but she needed, ached for more now, and she knew the job at hand, and that Lettuce was likely similarly aching for fulfillment.
On her knees, she hovered over lettuce, lining the other end up against lettuce. She didn't want to be too harsh, as this was going to be very painful for Lettuce, so she, panting, stood there for a moment.
Lettuce could feel the foreign object against her entrance. She feared what it was, perhaps some new toy or worse and actual Man begging entry to her most special place. She bit her lip, awaiting the final moment of her virginity and its cruel destruction at the hands of these monsters. It was supposed to be a sacred, special thing and they were going to cruelly rip it from her, and she could have passed out at the thought.
Slowly Zakuro pressed forward, feeling the tightness of Lettuce and the movements she was enacting deep within her womb. Every squirm, every shudder, were transferred back to her and it was heaven, but also quite decidedly hell. Lettuce screamed as she felt the foreign entity begin its entry. She was pushed wider and wider apart, and her movements against the restraints did nothing to deter its advance. She felt the electricity of the experience leap through her every nerve and her screams of pain, of agony and fear had at least an undertone of pleasure, but for all the world she was ignoring it. The abhorrent rape she was undergoing was nothing short of devilish, and she wanted to kill whomever it was responsible.
Zakuro herself wanted to die, as precisely at that moment they both came upon the boundary they were dreading. The entry to Lettuce was hindered by her hymen, the one obstacle Zakuro felt she didn't have the will power to push past, both literally and metaphorically. Lettuce too couldn't bare the thought of what was to come next, thanking god that whomever it was responsible for penetrating her had stopped at this point. The crowd were on their feet as the spectacle reached a literal breaking point. Syaoron walked over to Zakuro and Lettuce with expectation in his eyes. Zakuro could only sob, signaling her hesitation, and Lettuce was still panting heavily. She just couldn't go through with it.
Syaoron walked behind her and put both hands on her shoulders as she continued to cry. For a second she thought he was being kind, and was about to reevaluate her position on him, but with a shock thrust from behind, Lettuces screams rang out round the hall, as Syaoron made sure Zakuro went through with it.
The pain was unbearable for Lettuce, as she felt the big object deep inside her, further than she'd ever let anything go. The pain made her sore, and she screamed, thrashed and cried like never before. Zakuro was still crying through her muzzle as Syaoron encouraged the continued thrusting in and out of Lettuce with his hands placed on Zakuros hips encouragingly. The ever-present pain in Lettuce's loins was now starting to give way to the more animalistic pleasured she'd been feeling previously, but that didn't mean she was enjoying it. The waves of feeling rushed over her, swallowing her like a wave swallowed a non swimmer, and she felt like she was drowning all over again.
Zakuro could feel the build up, and sensed similar from Lettuce, they were both nearing the finish line. Soon it would be all over. As the pace picked up, both Lettuce's and Zakuro's breathing increased in rhythm and the audience could tell the real finale was fast approaching. The whole ordeal was too much to bear for Lettuce but it was soon to be over. Not soon enough though as it was at that point that with a violent jolt her eyes were subject to the full horror of the stage lighting. She squinted and strained, the bombardment to her other senses already too much for her to handle, but it was what she was to see that truly was to drive her over the edge.
"Lettuce my dear, I give you your Lover. I do hope to receive an invite to the wedding." Syaoron laughed as Lettuce let out yet another blood curdling scream. The assailant, the rapist, the person she'd wished dead over and over, was none other than Zakuro. The scream continued as Lettuce arched her back, climaxing hard as Zakuro through sobs and tears reached her own end. And just like that Lettuce finally succumbed to the fatigue and fell unconscious, now being afforded at least some relief from the Onslaught.
Syaoron smiled as the two fell back onto each other on the bed, laughing as many of the crowd found their own end to the spectacle. He had so much more planned for all of them. He just hoped that they'd all break so spectacularly.
Wow! Two chapters in as many days, and look at how long this one ended up. I was writing this on the bus, and as the bus got caught in traffic this just kept going. Two characters together like this though kinda deserved something special. As always I love to hear back from you guys so if you enjoyed, or have any idea's as to more to torture the mews let me know. Ichigo is in need of a personal session and we still have Pudding's story to deal with yet. Will they ever be rescued, or are they doomed to forever be the sex pets of this mysterious individual?
