"You can't do this to me," Misano squeaked, dismally failing in her attempt to appear in control of the situation. "I'll tell the police," she threatened. "They'll arrest you and put you in jail!"
Heihachi threw his head back and laughed at the idea, frightening her even more. "Stupid girl," he drawled, snapping the belt menacingly in his hands. "Do you think anyone's going to believe a cheap whore like yourself?" Kneeling down next to her, he took her chin in his hand and looked directly into her face. "Besides, forget the police," he whispered softly. "You won't even live long enough to tell them anything because I'll happily kill you first, and not quickly either. There are many delightful things I could do to you before you beg to die." The eager look in his eyes confirmed that he was deathly serious about what he promised and she began to shake even harder. Looping his belt around her wrists, he bound her arms behind her back so that she couldn't move.
"That hurts!" she screeched. This garnered her another hard slap to the face and she could feel the skin stretching as the swelling began to set in.
"Not as much as this will," she heard him say behind her.
Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she nearly screamed when she saw that he had removed his pants and was stroking eight inches of his meat while staring at her ass. "No! You can't!" Her mind raced feverishly for something to stop him. "You'll break the stitches!"
Again he laughed, with greater amusement. "Baga, Sakura-chan," he cooed softly. "Do you really think I would go through all that trouble just to ruin my masterpiece in a moment of passion?" He easily tore away the plain white cotton underwear she was wearing and taking his thick organ in his hand, he rested the dark helmet of his head at the tight skin of her anus. "This will do for the time being, until you learn to mind your manners. See? Problem solved. Isn't it nice how resourceful Papa is?" It excited him when he felt her jump at the sensation of his skin on her asshole and he slapped her ass hard. "When you act like a cheap whore, Papa will treat you like a cheap whore. It's that simple. I warned you not to disappoint me, didn't I?" he admonished. "Why couldn't you have simply listened like a good girl? Papa really hates repeating himself." He clucked his tongue as she struggled to keep his dick out of her backside.
Allowing her to mistakenly think for a moment that she could actually wriggle away from him, after a few minutes, he finally couldn't stand it any longer and zealously plunged into her ass. Screaming, she tried to dislodge the foreign object inside her and cried out in agony as he forced himself deeper and deeper into the pink tunnel of flesh. Misano had performed anal sex before, but her customers had always used lubricant, and even then she usually charged double what she normally did because of how uncomfortable it was. The friction Heihachi's dry penis generated caused tears to stream from her eyes, as his girth was never meant for the tight orifice. "Very good, Sakura-chan," he complimented as more and more of him disappeared inside her. "You bring Papa such pleasure." He grunted victoriously when he felt his scrotum slap against her behind. "So good," he moaned, grasping her hips.
"Onnegai!" she begged. "Yamite-kudosai!" She was rewarded with many more rapid, brutal thrusts. "Please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I'll do whatever you say! For god's sake, stop! You'll break me!"
Heihachi felt something warm and wet on the floor and laughed derisively when he found that she had peed on herself. "Oh, did you have to go to the bathroom, Sakura-chan?" She said nothing and simply cried harder at the humiliation. "Did you forget your name? What is your name?!" he barked as he humped her rectum. When she remained silent again, he thrust into her so hard that she actually slipped forward, lifting her ass higher, which was better for him and decidedly worse for her, as it allowed him to delve deeper inside her. "Your name, whore!"
"Sakura!" she sobbed. She felt like she would split open any minute.
"And who am I?" he demanded as he continued to rape her from behind. Watching her suffer, he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he could feel his balls tightening at the base of his cock.
"My – my Papa!" she screamed.
"And are you going to continue acting like a little whore when it upsets your Papa?" He made sure to impale her even harder after asking the questions.
"NO! GOD, NO! I SWEAR! I'LL BE A LADY FROM NOW ON, PAPA! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU TELL ME TO DO! I'LL NEVER DISOBEY YOU AGAIN!!!"
Her desperate cries caused an explosion within him and he felt his balls spasm as they pumped his cum inside her. When he had finished, he pulled out of her quickly so that his ejaculate wouldn't have a chance to lubricate her as he exited. The sight of her prostrate on the floor, sobbing, her ass in the air, bleeding and dribbling his cum was a beautiful sight to him. Tilting her chin up, he saw that one eye was nearly puffed shut from where he had slapped her. "Good thing we have a month or so together before you actually move on to the real thing," he told her, grinning as her eyes widened in fear. "Should be enough time for the swelling go down. After all, we have to wait for your snatch to grow back, don't we?" She shrank away from him and curled up in a ball, still sobbing. Undoing her arms, he sighed contentedly and said, "Well, I believe I'll go to the office and get some work done. Papa will be back later tonight for more lessons, Sakura-chan. Ja-na." The sounds of her cries rang pleasantly in his ears as he descended the stairs to his car. Getting into the seat, he stretched lazily. He'd forgotten how much fun it was to humiliate women. This would prove to be an unexpected benefit to his scheme.
Lying on the floor in a puddle of her own urine, Misano couldn't stop crying. Being taken so vilely reminded her of being a child when her greatest fear was if her stepfather would sneak into her room and abuse her at night while her drunken mother snored, passed out in the adjacent room. The beatings, the rape, the cruelty, it was almost exactly the same and she wondered how she had managed to put herself back in such a horrible situation, though what her stepfather had done was nothing in comparison to the mind games her new abuser had played. The pain in her ass was unbearable, and she didn't want to know how much she was bleeding.
Feeling more violated than she ever thought possible, she dragged herself to the bathroom by her arms to clean herself up and prayed that she could move on to the other man soon. Heihachi had been right about one thing though. He had most definitely motivated her to do as she was told. Lowering her sore body into the bathtub, Misano vowed that if she ever got out of her situation alive that she would turn over a new leaf, but at this point, the minimum of a year seemed like an eternity.
After she had finished bathing, she looked once again at her face in the mirror and tried not to cry. The skin around her eye was starting to turn an aggressive shade of purple and was so tightly stretched it looked shiny. Holding back her sobs, she crawled into her new bed and tried not to move as every part of her lower abdomen hurt. Pulling the covers up to her shoulders, she fell into an exhausted sleep.
When she awoke, it was dark and she could make out the orange haze of the setting sun outside her window. Shifting gingerly in the bed, she nearly screamed aloud when she saw Heihachi sitting next to her on the bed, but his arm shot out and covered her mouth before and noise had a chance to escape. "Konbawa, Sakura-chan. I trust you slept well?" Quickly, she nodded, under his hand. "Good girl. I'm going to take my hand off now, so don't do anything that would disturb the neighbors, okay?" Again she nodded vigorously. Turning her face from side to side, he clucked his tongue in an avuncular manner and produced a small steak from the grocery bag at his side. Removing the paper, he held it gently against her face. When she shrank away in pain, he chided, "Sakura, Papa knows best. It will help bring down the swelling." Trembling, she allowed him to hold the meat against her skin. "See? Isn't that better?" His sudden change in demeanor only terrified her more and she tried to swallow her fear as she nodded again. Giving her a disappointed look, he said, "What do you say?"
"Arigato, P-papa," she squeaked.
"Very good, Sakura-chan. Let's give you something to eat shall we?" Opening some containers, he brought over a tray and handed her a pair of chopsticks. Not wanting a repeat of the day's earlier events, she ate as demurely as she knew how and kept her head lowered the whole time. Lightly setting down her chopsticks, she softly said, "Thank you, Papa."
"That's my girl," he encouraged, stroking her hair. Misano resisted the impulse to recoil from his touch. Tucking her into bed, he gave her a paternal kiss on her forehead after taking the steak away from her. "Practice what you learned today while I'm at work tomorrow. I look forward to your performance. Good night, Sakura-chan." She watched anxiously as her captor left the apartment. Letting her breath out in a huge sigh of relief, she turned over and tried to go back to sleep.
onnegai: please, I'm begging you
yamite-kudosai: please stop
ja-na: see you
konbawa: good evening
