"Why are we doing this again?" Hiyoko asked, looking up at Hajime as she held his clothes in her hands. They looked clean but she couldn't be sure.
Hajime, being as gentlemanly as he could, declined to look at her even as they were both in their underwear. "Mahiru asked me to, she wants us to model."
"Yeah yeah…" Hiyoko said as she tried not to stare at the boy. "I'm sure this wasn't just an excuse to see a little girl in her underwear you perv." She said, even though he clearly wasn't looking, as she set the clothes down and handed over her own. "Here!"
Hajime blushed harshly. Although Hiyoko only said stuff like that to tease him, it was absolutely true. People always made rumors about him and Mahiru, or him and Chiaki, or even him and Ibuki at times; but really his heart would always belong to a girl like Hiyoko. She was so tiny and adorable, he wanted nothing more than to just marry her on the spot right now.
"JUST PUT THE DAMN OUTFIT ON!" She shouted as she thrust it in his face.
Hajime jumped back out of his thoughts as he grabbed the kimono. "Okay, okay, geez!"
Hiyoko also began to put on Hajime's clothes, watching him to catch him if he stared at her. She'd specifically put on a small bra so he wouldn't have been able to see her chest when she stripped, but she still waited to catch him. The clothes fit strangely comfortably on her, if just a bit bit, and they smelled okay enough.
Meanwhile, Hiyoko's kimono was a nearly painful fit for the boy. The narrow portion where it wrapped around his waist widened the gap across the chest to show off the toned muscles of his pecs, and the skirt was short enough to act as more of a pair of shorts that showed off his muscular legs.
Once they were both dressed they faced each other again, and Hiyoko groaned. "Great, you're gonna stretch it out. Whatever, can we please go see Mahiru now so we can get this over with?"
Hajime finally chanced to look and froze on the spot, his jaw dropping a little as his heart stopped and his brain short-circuited.
"What?" She asked impatiently.
"B-b-beautiful..." Hajime trailed off as he nearly drooled over her. The way his shirt hung loosely off her body, exposing her shoulder and a bit of her collar bone while offering a tantalizing glimpse of her flat chest in the extreme v-neck it formed by slinging down her torso…the way his pants sagged off of her legs and threatened to fall down and expose her panties (Or ideally, lack of them, at any time)…the pout on her face…everything about it filled him with an insatiable lust.
"You're…creeping me out." Hiyoko said as her nose crinkled. She knew he was a pervert. "Come on, weirdo." She tried to move past him.
Suddenly Hajime grabbed her by what she assumed was supposed to be her shoulder but wound up being her neck instead.
"ACK! H-hey! What are you-"
He picked her up like a larger cat would pick up a kitten and hoisted her over his shoulder, beginning to whistle awkwardly as he started carrying her out of the room and towards his cabin.
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL! PUT ME DOWN!" She shouted as she pounded at his back, feeling the clothes slipping off her body.
"Don't mind me," Hajime idly 'explained' away to a baffled Peko who saw them pass along the beach, who figured this was just another one of the island's many antics at play. Along the way Hajime used one hand to hold up her pants and the other to push her against his shoulder, grinding her stomach against the bone in a way that that kept her strained and unable to fight back effectively.
As they reached the cabin, she felt winded from flailing around so much. "SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
Hajime opened the door and gave an awkward shrug to her as he set her down on the bed. "What feels natural, I guess."
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!" She shouted as she immediately stood back up.
"I'm going to rape you," Hajime replied with the tone of Akane saying that she wanted bacon for breakfast before punching the girl in the chest.
Hiyoko cried out as she fell to the floor, so overwhelmed by the sudden punch that she'd barely registered what she said as she coughed for air.
As she gagged and coughed Hajime gingerly removed the kimono and folded it before setting it on the floor, making sure it was safe before he walked over to Hiyoko and grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her off the floor. "I'm going to fuck you to death or until you agree to be mine forever, whichever comes first.'
"Y-you…wh-why?!" She asked, the look in his eyes deranged.
"Because you're mine," Hajime asserted before licking his lips and throwing her back onto the bed.
"Y-you're insane! I should've known you'd catch the crazy by hanging around Nagito!" She said as she attempted to fling herself off the bed and crawl away, assuming she'd be alright if she just got to the door.
When she spun over to do so he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her closer, inadvertently pantsing her and exposing her pink panties with floral designs to his eyes as her body collided against his.
"H-HELP! HELP ME!" She began to shout uselessly as she tried to kick him.
Hajime held her face down against the sheets to obscure both her screaming and her ability to breathe as he pulled down his underwear, exposing his cock and resting it against her panties.
The girl screeched as she felt something poke her. She tried to get up but the man was too strong. She could barely breathe.
"If I loved you less I'd just take your panties," Hajime panted as he placed his hand over his cock so he could begin stroking himself with her underwear.
She tried to struggle but that only seemed to make her rub up against his body.
Drops of pre stained her panties as he panted and moaned, before suddenly he let go of her and took a step back, legs shaking as pure arousal took over his body.
She immediately flopped onto the floor and jumped to her feet, making a bolt for the door.
Which was countered by Hajime's surprising athleticism as he lunged for her and grabbed her by the hair, stopping her momentum so suddenly she fell to the floor. "Stop!"
"YOU STOP, YOU PSYCHO!" She screamed as she feebly smacked him.
In response he punched her in the stomach so hard she, for a moment, felt her entire world stop.
When time flowed again, she fell to her knees, then fell onto the floor, coughing and wheezing, suddenly feeling nauseous.
Hajime stripped entirely naked in front of her before planting a foot on her head and grinding her face against the floor, giggling to himself as he watched her struggle.
"Bluh…p-please…stop…" She said, finally resorting to begging.
"Why should I?" He taunted her.
"I…um…" Hiyoko hesitated.
"You're mine, for now and forever," Hajime asserted as he took his foot off of her head. "Dead or alive."
"O-okay. I'll be yours…" She lied. "Just please let me go."
"Prove it," he replied as he picked her up again and set her on the bed. "Take off your panties for me!"
The girl stared at him in horror as tears formed in her eyes. With the pants having been removed from her body with everything that had happened, the panties were the only thing she had left from the waist down. She gulped as she stood up. "If I do…will you let me go?"
"How about this way," Hajime replied. "Do it or I'll cut your head off, and then I'll take them off myself~"
The girl whimpered, took a deep breath, and yanked them down her legs, exposing a hairless pussy as she dropped them to her ankles, and kicked them away, before quickly moving her hands between her legs and sitting back down. "Th-there! Happy?!"
"Spread your legs, as widely as you can. And don't lie to me, I know how flexible you are~"
Hiyoko felt the tears start to escape her eyes as she did as he asked, slowly spreading her legs as wide as she could, enough to do the splits, yet kept her hands between her legs.
He licked his lips again as he climbed onto the bed after her, inserting himself between her legs and letting his cock rest on his own shirt, letting the weight and size of it be drilled into Hiyoko as she stared down at it.
"I…I…" Hiyoko didn't want to look, but she also couldn't look away. She could feel it's heat even through the shirt.
Hajime frowned and grabbed her hair, forcing her to turn her head and stare directly at it. The organ went up past her belly button and seemed almost as thick as her forearm, and a small dribble of pre was staining the shirt as he jerked on her head to pull her even closer to him.
"Gross…" The girl said softly, her hands pushing further against her body as they rested between her spread legs.
"Grab it and put it inside of you," he instructed.
"I don't want to."
Hajime frowned a little. "Do you want me to do it for you?"
"I-if you have to…" Hiyoko said, sounding utterly defeated.
Hajime frowned even more before shrugging and pushing her onto her back. "Fine, have it your way." With that assertion, instead of what she expected, he suddenly jammed a finger into her folds instead, robbing her of her virginity in a single painful thrust of his pointer.
Hiyoko screamed as she felt intense pain through her body, the tears now freely flowing down her cheeks.
Hajime was brutally jackhammering his finger in and out of her cunt, quickly adding a second one and adding a horrible stretching sensation to the already violent penetration as his cock twitched with arousal at the sight of her crying.
"AHHHHH, ST-STOP! No more! Please, I beg you!!!" She cried.
"You made your decision when you decided to disobey me," Hajime lectured her as he added a third finger, watching his digits become soaked in blood as his nails scraped her insides and she was easily stretched past her breaking point.
"STOP! STOOPPPPPPPP!" She screamed as she tried to push him away, do anything to stop him.
"Do you think I can fit my entire hand inside?" he asked with maniacal glee.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Hajime pulled his fingers out only to harshly pinch her clit, digging his nails into the sensitive nub while rubbing his cock against her leg.
"Wh-why can't you just fuck me like a normal, terrible person?!" Hiyoko asked, her body trembling.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Hajime asked as he released her. "Do you want me to put it inside of you~?"
"YES! I'D RATHER THAT THAN WHAT YOU'RE DOING!"
Hajime placed his cock against the entrance of her vagina, letting it settle into her just how much it was going to stretch her even if he was gentle. "Are you sure~?"
"W-well…no…but I'll take it over the other stuff…" Hiyoko said, just happy to have a moment of peace, even as she felt the organ against her.
Immediately she was proven wrong for thinking there'd be any respite as Hajime positioned himself over her and thrust forward, ripping her cunt open and filling it with his cock as he let out an aggressive moan almost directly into her ear.
The girl froze as every part of her body screamed in such pain that she didn't know how to speak, until after a few moments, the loudest scream she'd ever made erupted from her mouth.
Hajime leaned down to lick the tears off of her cheeks as he began to thrust wildly into her, acting more like a beast than a person as every muscle in his body focused on plunging his dick as deeply as it could go into her tiny cunt.
Hands reached up to paw at her chest through the shirt as the tip of his cock kissed parts of her she couldn't fathom being touched by any part of anyone's body. Every time he pulled his cock out of her a small stream of blood and fluids leaked onto the bed and every time he pushed into her a new sound of agony crawled from her throat. And as all of this was happening Hajime continued kissing and licking at her neck and face, almost as if he was a dog trying to kiss her.
Hiyoko felt all resistance leaving her body as the realization that her body would never be the same again set in, and utter despair covered her entire mindset.
"You're so limp," Hajime whispered to her over the horrible squishing sound of her most sensitive spot being absolutely violated and abused. "Have you given up yet~?"
"Nnnnnngg…" She groaned.
"Maybe I'll fuck you like this every day, you'll never even walk right again," Hajime panted as his thrusts grew more and more erratic. "You'll never be the Ultimate Traditional Dancer again, you'll just be a sex toy for me~"
"I…don't…no…"
Hajime suddenly stopped, letting his cock rest inside of her as he leaned down especially close to her ear in order to talk. "You don't want that, do you~?"
"I don't…want any of this…dumbass…" She said, still managing to get out an insult.
"Then you should do what I say, otherwise, I'll snap your legs and keep you in this cabin, okay~?"
Hiyoko actually considered how that might be a better option, but instead she simply nodded.
Hajime pulled his cock out of her and moved up the bed, letting it stand in front of her face. "Having your blood on this thing is unhealthy, clean it up. With your mouth."
"You…suck…" Hiyoko said, trying to move, though each time she tried, she just felt pain.
Hajime teased her by smacking the head against her lips a few times. "C'mon, if you take too long I might decide to start recording this…I wonder how Mahiru would feel~"
Hiyoko could only laugh. She imagined Mahiru storming in and kicking his sorry ass, or even better, getting someone like Peko or Nekomaru to do it, and as she thought about it, a smirk accidentally appeared on her face.
Hajime frowned. "That or I'll do something worse, point is, get to it."
"F-fine…" She said as she hesitantly reached up and placed her hands around his shaft, shuddering at how it pulsed as she slowly leaned forward, and placed her mouth around the head, cringing instantly at all the tastes.
Hajime grabbed her hair and held her in place as her tongue worked over his cock, from the salty tasting skin to the rust-tasting blood staining the organ.
Despite her horror and the awful taste, she continued pushing more and more into her mouth as she gagged.
Finally Hajime tired of the game and grabbed her hair with both hands before thrusting his hips forward and jamming his cock into her throat; the head smashing against the back of her throat and angling down as he jammed it into her windpipe.
She had to suppress the harsh urge to vomit immediately as she held onto Hajime's body for support, her face turning pale as she waited for her body to settle.
As soon as the single, mighty push failed to gain any purchase into her throat he began punching the back of her head, every severe hit jamming another few centimeters of the organ into her body and further disorienting her as her supply of oxygen grew lesser and lesser.
Hiyoko could feel her vision fading from everything that happened as she could only register only sort of being able to breathe as well as the pain. She nearly tumbled over.
Finally, Hajime pulled it out of her mouth, a stream of drool trailing out across her neck and chest as he let the organ rest against her stomach to feel her suddenly gasping for air.
"GOD!" She cried. "Y-you…suck!"
"Actually, I think you were the one doing that," Hajime quipped as he stood up off of the bed.
"Fuck you…" She cried as she suddenly retched, though thankfully nothing came out.
From his standing position, Hajime grabbed her and made her stand up; the height difference was so severe that even when standing on the bed Hiyoko was only a few inches taller than him. She was too disoriented to protest as he turned her around so they were both facing the wall, before suddenly making her fall back and impaling her ass on his cock.
"G-" She cried, as once again, the pain made her freeze in shock as her body just trembled, the tears falling anew.
Hajime held her like that for a few moments, letting her absorb the feeling of being split in half in such a humiliating way as his hand inched its way up to her throat.
Finally she let out another scream, but this one sounded more like a volley of sobs as blood dripped down her body and his cock.
His hand wrapped so tightly around her throat she was genuinely afraid he'd simply crush her windpipe and fuck her corpse like a cheap sex doll, but instead all it did was make her feel like she was floating; only being brought down to Earth by his other hand pulled her back against his body as he thrust upwards to bury more of his cock into her ass.
Hiyoko felt like she couldn't really do anything at this point but submit herself to his whims, even though a part of her, a dumb, idiotic part of her, still wanted to fight back, even though it was hopeless.
"You're so much prettier like this," Hajime praised as he stopped choking her only to reach down and pinch her clit again. "I wonder what Mahiru would think~"
"She would think…to take your head…and remove it from your body…" Hiyoko said before giving a dull laugh, then lurching at his touch.
Hajime giggled a bit. "Want to find out~?"
"…huh?"
Hajime suddenly pulled out of her and let her legs collapse from numbness, her petite body falling off of the bed and landing on the floor. While she recovered, he walked over to the dresser and pulled a small digital camera out of one of the drawers and turned it on, returning with it pointing at her face and his cock in his hand.
"You…honestly think she'd just…think I did this consensually. Looking like this?" She asked, pointing at the blood on both his dick and her body.
Hajime only smiled. "No, in fact, you should tell her exactly what I did to you~"
"Huh?" Hiyoko was confused now. He…wanted her to snap his neck?
"Go ahead, tell her everything~"
"Does…does that mean I can go?" She asked hesitantly.
"Nope, tell it to the camera~!" Hajime told her with a sing-song tone.
She gave him the most deadpan stare she could possibly manage.
"Go ahead, tell Mahiru why exactly she should kill me~" Hajime challenged her, letting the camera capture how pathetic and desperate she looked in his loose-fitting shirt.
"Because you're a monster who just raped a girl in the worst way I could've ever imagined, dumbass!" She cried, her body aching whenever she moved too much.
"I raped you? How did I do that?"
Hiyoko was confused as to why he was doing this. "By overpowering me! Obviously! Are you an idiot or something?!"
"No no, tell Mahiru every little detail of what happened to you~"
"Like hell I'm reliving that again!" Hiyoko cried. "Why would I do that?!"
Hajime let out an exaggerated yawn. "Because if you don't, I don't see why she would believe you. You're just a little kid, you probably don't even know what sex is, and here you are accusing me of rape?"
Hiyoko was utterly confounded by his logic. Did he really think Mahiru was that dumb? "What…I…I don't…huh? Of course I know what sex is! I'm starting to question if you do, or if you were just bumbling your way through all of that!"
"Then tell Mahiru everything~" Hajime urged her one last time.
"Fine! You want me to so bad? You want me to lay out all your crimes so you can get demolished! Fine!" She looked directly into the camera, and started speaking. She did her best to recount everything that had happened, even though just talking about it made her feel enough pain for it to show on her face. Nevertheless she did it, exactly as she wanted, even though she didn't understand why. Once she was done, she crossed her arms and huffed. "There. Happy?"
Hiyoko had been so engrossed in staring deeply into the camera, recalling every painful detail that she had barely noticed Hajime masturbating to her descriptions until, with her last words, he suddenly ejaculated onto her face; painting her thoroughly and capturing every second of her final humiliation on camera.
"I…cannot…wait for you to die." Hiyoko said as coldly as she could muster. "Can I go now?"
Hajime giggled and dropped the camera int oher lap before falling back onto the bed. "You're free to go~!"
Hiyoko picked up the camera and eyed him suspiciously as she gathered her clothes and got dressed, even though it was painful to do so. Once she was done, she got dressed, and hobbled out the door, stopping for a moment to give the boy a middle finger before finally leaving.
Click. Rewind to the beginning. Mahiru had already cum six times to that broken, agonized look on Hiyoko's face…it was so hot she only barely remembered what Hajime had been doing to her. From the moment Hiyoko showed up to her cabin, bottomless and clutching that camera while begging Mahiru to help her, she'd been unable to focus on anything other than how ungodly hot it was. The only problem she had, she thought to herself as one hand rubbed circles around her clit and the other jammed two fingers in and out of her pussy, was that Hajime hadn't invited her to help pop that cherry herself. The entire rest of the night passed like that. She stayed up almost until the next morning, naked and playing with herself as Hiyoko's confession played on repeat. By the time she was too physically exhausted to continue, only one thought was left in her mind; I've got to talk to Hajime about this~