The Evening

Yasuchika glared at his brother as he wiped the sweat from his brow and prepared himself for the next strike. Mitsukunni was undoubtedly performing at his typically high level of skill… but truth be told, he did seem oddly distracted. More than once, he had seen his brother's eyes dart up to the broken window… and he could not imagine why. It was hardly like Mitsukunni to concern himself over such trivial damage. After all, a quick call in the morning and that pane would be long replaced before Father was home. Whatever the reason, Yasuchika had precious little time to ponder it before he felt the impact of Mitsukunni's foot on his cheek and saw the ground rushing up to meet him.

In the young master's bedroom Akemi tugged on her restraints, which only seemed to strengthen them. The egg that had been left inside her continued to vibrate with a filthy, lustful buzz that shamed the young maid to her core. Through the broken windowpane, Akemi could vaguely hear the sounds of the battling brothers. Mitsukunni's yells, his brother's grunts, and vice versa all fed up to her ears. Between the sensations flooding her womanhood and the frightening intensity of the "friendly sparring" of the brothers, Akemi felt her stomach tense and tighten. Her eyes searched the room for something, anything to distract her fevered mind, finally settling on the kunai lodged in the ceiling above her. If only you could fall just right and cut a strap… she thought, her mind flashing back to the kind of one-in-a-million circumstances that had filled the manga she has read as a teen. Alas, life was no manga. The kunai remained firmly lodged and frustratingly far from her reach. Uncomfortably, Akemi shifted her body in another attempt to find some weakness in the straps and felt the sensation of the egg shift inside of her. A moan again escaped her involuntarily as her mind shamed her for finding any degree of pleasure in this disgusting state…

On the grounds below, Mitsukunni grew weary of this pointless nonsense. Normally, he would not have minded dragging the fight out, if only to remind Chika of just who was the superior fighter…. but his toy was waiting. It was time to end this. Mitsukunni glared at Yasuchika with an evil grin and released a blood-curdling scream. A quick leap through the air, a sudden blow from his foot, and Chika fell to the ground with a dull thunk. His cheek swollen badly and his glasses bent, Chika panted as Mitsukunni leaned close to him with a cheerful smile. "I win." he squeaked happily.

Yasuchika glowered at him with utter contempt. "Make no mistake, you damned alien. I'm gonna-"

Mitsukunni rolled his eyes. With a cursory glance around, he decided enough really was enough and pressed his foot onto his brother's Adam's apple. Yasuchika's threatening promise became a pleading gurgle as Mitsukunni leaned close once more, his expression now sour. "Shut the fuck up, you little annoyance." The pressure on Chika's throat increased, and his hands flew to Mitsukunni's ankle in a panic as his oxygen intake dropped even more. The foot remained as immovable as a boulder, and Chika finally realized this was far different from any prior match. "Now," Mitsukunni continued, not caring in the least about the alarming shade his brother was turning. "I plan to be very fucking busy this weekend, and the last fucking thing I need is to be interrupted by your bullshit. Understand, you little prick?" Mitsukunni pressed down once more for good measure, and then released his foot. Chika gasped desperately for air, gulping in lung fulls as the color slowly returned to face. Mitsukunni began to walk away, and then stopped. "Oh, Chika…" He began, his voice back to its typical lighthearted and chipper tone. "You say a word about this to anyone and what just happened will be nothing compared to what I'll do. 'Kay?" With that, the young master flashed his most endearing, sweet smile and hopped happily inside, leaving Chika in a stunned silence.

Up in the room, Akemi still squirmed in her restraints as the door was thrown open and then slammed shut. She twisted her head, but the young master remained just out of her sight. "Goddamn interruptions…" Akemi heard him mutter. Suddenly he was close to her face, smiling down at her. "Don't worry, I made sure we won't be disturbed by that little pest again." He said as he climbed onto the bed, laying next to her. Akemi looked to him with desperation. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that escaped was a quiet gasp. Almost disinterestedly, Mitsukunni looked down to her hips. "Ah… has that little wonder done well? Akemi squirmed as his head ducked down to her panties and he listened to the quiet buzzing that emanated from deep inside her. The young master closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of his toy. "Mmmmm…" He murmured appreciatively. "It has, hasn't it, maid?"

Akemi could offer only a whimper in reply, but it was all the encouragement Mitsukunni needed. Her face flushed with a hot sensation as her panties were pulled aside once more. Her hands clenched into fists as two small fingers entered her slightly, found the wire, and slowly pulled the egg free. The young maid gasped audibly as the buzzing egg finally found its way past her lips, now wet with the juices stirred by the foul device. Her legs then jerked involuntarily as Mitsukunni pressed the vibrating egg to her thighs, coating them. After several torturous seconds the egg was finally switched off and tossed aside, much to Akemi's relief. Now the young master knelt between her spread legs and looked down upon her again as she squeezed her eyes shut and wished she was anywhere else, all while waiting for the next humiliation.

Mitsukunni watched appreciatively as the maid's chest rose and fell with her quivering breaths. She was so nearly his completely… Mitsukunni fought the urge to touch her directly and instead smiled contentedly as he began to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt until it hung open, exposing his smooth chest. Akemi's eyes remained closed tightly as he lowered himself down to lay on top of her, feeling her soft flesh under his. He grinned at her lustily and wrapped his arms around her petite body, pressing his chest to hers.

Akemi looked to the young master helplessly. He looked so much younger than his years and the smooth chest just added to the effect. Despite knowing she was trapped against her will, Akemi could not help but feel like some perverted shotacon. Her face flushed with disgust as he heard him moan and her mind recalled stories of women her age with a predilection for younger boys. Mitsukunni looked to her face and licked his lips as his finger trailed up the inside of her thighs to that wet, pulsing cunt. Once more Akemi's eyes met his and her mouth opened to protest, and again her voice was lost his fingers found their target and pressed inside her. Her mouth gaped open, but all that came out was a hollow, gasping whimper. "Master Hanninozuka…" she tried pleading once more.

Mitsukunni smiled at her with no warmth. "No need to beg now, maid. Just tell me… " -he pressed against her again- "Tell me how much you need it…" -his fingers pressed deeper- "Say it… say it now…" he breathed.

Akemi's voice responded before her mind or body could override it. "No… I don't…" The words began softly and then grew louder, stronger. "I- I don't! Stop this, Master Hanninozuka… Stop!"

Mitsukunni's finger fell still inside her. His face turned to stone. Cold, emotionless, neutral… Frightening. Dangerous. It was impossible to tell if his next words were directed to Akemi or to himself. "Do you ask if a teddy bear wants to be hugged? If a bike wants to be ridden? If a ball wants to bounce? No… Toys…" -he stated ominously- "…do not get a choice. TOYS… are to be ENJOYED." With that, a third finger was pushed inside her tight slit, stretching her more and sending a mix of pain, humiliation, and arousal through her core. "Enjoyed." Mitsukunni repeated viciously as he splayed his fingers apart inside her and Akemi cried out. Another finger found its way inside, stretching her ever more. Mitusukunni's dry thumb now found her sensitive button and pressed down on it hard. Akemi yelped in pain. Her mind was barely able to even notice it as the bed room door opened.

Ms. Hagashi stood in the doorway. She was an older, plump woman who supervised all the servants and had already proven a welcoming friend to Akemi. The young maid's breath came in relieved gasps. It's finally over… "Master Haninozuka, I heard noises…" Ms. Hagashi's voice had begun concerned, then had fallen flat mid-sentence.

Mitsukunni turned to face the older woman with a smile and spoke in his cheerful tone. "Everything is fine, Ms. Hagashi. Just playing."

Akemi looked to her superior with pleading eyes. Any problems, dear, just come to me. She had said just a few days ago. I'll look after you, I promise. She had been so kind, so welcoming, motherly even. Now, her eyes avoided Akemi's and her voice held a cold efficiency. "Of course, Sir. Enjoy your plaything. Do let me know if repairs are needed." With that, she bowed and left, closing the door tightly behind her. It sounded like a dungeon door to Akemi's ears as a tear fell down her cheek.

His fingers splayed inside her, his dry thumb still pressed hard against her clit, Mitsukunni grinned down at his toy. "Understand now, Maid? Still need reminders? Now, what are you?" Akemi held her mouth closed, defiantly offering no response. "What are you?" Mitsukunni repeated, removing his thumb from its torturous spot. Still Akmei stayed silent and closed her eyes tightly. Angered, Mitsukunni glared down at her. His mouth twisted into a frown and his thumb squeezed inside her with his other fingers. "WHAT ARE YOU?" he repeated furiously as she yelped in pain, words still not coming. The young master's fingers seemed to Akemi to grow as they were pushed inside her to the final knuckle. Akemi's mouth opened wide and a scream of pain escaped her as Mitsukunni pressed against her barrier. "You really are innocent…" he smiled darkly. "A fresh, new, mint in package toy… but I never keep a toy sealed." Mitsukunni pressed harder, his knuckles straining against her tight lips. Akemi's mouth gaped open in soundless pain and shame, her eyes begging for mercy. Just as she felt as if her lips would tear apart from the force, she felt her resistance finally give way as the young man's fist slipped inside her, pressing insistently against the last remaining shred of her precious virginity. The young maid groaned and sobbed, certain he was intent on punching through it savagely. She tensed as his knuckles pressed steadily… but not with increasing force. It was as if he was… resting as he stared at her impassively.

Akemi looked to him, her fear and pain giving way to hate. Hate for this sociopathic rich bastard who lorded his power over her, this two-faced monster who presented his sweet-as-sugar false front to all around him. How many of his so-called "toys" had he trapped, shamed, humiliated, and raped before, all the while knowing he was all but guaranteed safety from reprisals? Her eyes narrowed. "Just do it already" she spat, measuring her tone to ensure it could never be mistaken for actual consent. She felt his fist turn almost lazily inside of her, stretching and rubbing unbearably but still not punching through.

"Always use the correct tool to open a toy from its packaging." Mitsukunni stated as he slowly withdrew his fist from her. His tone held neither joy nor malice, as if he were simply reminding himself of a forgotten procedure. Akemi groaned miserably as his fist exited her and she closed her eyes in anticipation of what she felt was sure to come, but opened them in surprise when she felt him climb off the bed. Mitsukunni walked calmly to his dresser and retrieved an object she could not see. He strode back to the bed and stood calmly before his toy. Akemi's eye opened wide in horror. Mitsukunni merely smiled at her as he shook the unbuttoned shirt from his slender frame and opened his pants. They too fell to the floor and revealed his hard bulge, barely contained in his sky-blue jockey shorts. Akemi hardly noticed, however, as her eyes were transfixed on the silver hobby knife in his fingers.

"M- Master Ha- Hanninozuka… What- What is th- that for…" she stammered in utter terror as he slid a cylinder from the bottom up over the sharp blade, covering it from her sight.

Mitsukunni climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs once more. He pulled the cylinder down again, once more revealing the blade. "It's just a little something I picked up…" he grinned as he slid the cylinder back up over the blade again. Then down, then up. Down, up. Safely contained, dangerously open. Safely contained, dangerously open. Akemi felt the sweat drip from her back in fear. "The best way to open a toy from a sealed package is with a sharp knife, of course. Do it right, and you can open the package with no damage to the toy." With that, he leaned his head down to her waist. He placed the thumb and index finger of his free hand on her lips and spread them open to reveal the pink wetness inside. Akemi quivered with fear, her heart pounding like a drum. "Be very still, maid… I've not had much practice opening new toys like this." Mitskunni said in a near whisper as he slowly slid the sheathed blade into her opening. Akemi's breath came in rapid, terrified panting as she felt Mitsukunni's fingers pressing the cold metal in and then moving to slide the cylinder down again.

"No, no, please no…" Akemi whimpered as she felt the blade bite into her most sensitive area. The warm trickle she felt pulse from inside her told her she was cut, though the sting wasn't as bad as she had imagined…

"Hm, I don't think that's quite it…" Mitsukunni murmured as he levered the blade inside her. Now the young maid let out a yelp of pain and felt her blood flow more freely as her barrier was slit open. Mitsukunni smiled with satisfaction. "That's more like it…" Akemi felt his fingers slide the cylinder up to cover the blade once more and withdrew it. The next thing she saw was the silver cylinder held before her eyes, glistening with her own blood. Mitsukunni ran his tongue over it, tasting the crimson liquid and smiling darkly. "Sweet…" he breathed appreciatively his fingers rubbed her bloodied lips. Through the burning sensation, she was only dimly aware of him sliding his jockey shorts off and tossing them aside. The young master let out a contented moan as his hardness was freed and he rubbed the young maiden's blood over the head. If Akemi had felt merely trapped this morning, she now felt more akin to being tied to train tracks with the 4:30 bullet train approaching. She choked back a sob as she imagined her mother looking down at her. I'm sorry…

Her vision was filled with the young master leering over her, his lustful grin ever present. "That blood feels so wonderful on my cock, my sweet little toy…" he breathed as she felt his pulsing head pressing to her abused lips. Akemi squeezed her eyes shut once more as her fingers balled into fists in the restraints and the ultimate violation came. Akemi had never in her life felt a pain or humiliation as deep as she felt in that moment as Mitsukunni closed his eyes and savored the feeling of his toy's burning wetness and hot blood all around his dick. Her womanhood clamped reflexively down around his invading meat, earning a breathy, lustful moan from him with his eyes still closed.

Akemi could only lay helpless as the master began to slide out and then back in ever so slowly, stretching her more with every invading thrust. She bit her lip and did her best to remain silent, praying he might become bored and stop. Mitsukunni, however, remained lost in his world of perverse pleasure. His slow grinding and thrusting gave way to faster pumping as he shivered with excitement.

Please just finish… Akemi's thoughts trembled. Just… be done with it. Her eyes opened for a moment and closed again just as quickly as she began to whimper involuntarily. The sheer force of the young man surprised her, despite having seen his strength in action before. The degradation seemed to last for an eternity as he grunted and pumped above her before she suddenly felt his fingers on her head, forcibly opening her eyes to make her look upon his face.

"Tell me you are my toy, maid…" he grunted as his pumping slowed but remained forceful. Akemi's tears fell again, but her voice didn't come. "Tell me…" he commanded again, more forcefully this time. Before Akemi could respond, he let out a loud groan that shocked her.

No…

Now his eyes stared her down urgently. "TELL! ME!" He screamed. Akemi's mouth strived to say something but could only produce empty sounds. Mitsukunni's face took on a look of disgust on top of his lust, and the young master suddenly pulled his hardness free of her, grunting loudly as his meat twitched and ropes of his milky cream shot forth onto her stomach and chest. His panting told her that he was finished –at least for now- but he hardly looked content. She looked to him, lost and fearful. What more did he want?

"You don't follow orders well, maid. We have to work on that!" he spat. "If you don't perform your duties to my satisfaction… You will find yourself out on the streets- IF you are lucky. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, MAID?"

Helpless and defeated, all Akemi could do was nod silently. With a scowl, the young master released her left hand from its restraint. Instinctively, Akemi moved to wipe the sticky cum from her body when her wrist was suddenly gripped with incredible force.

"NO!" Mitsukunni snarled, his tone light years away from his chipper voice. "You clean yourself last. You have work to do!"

"Work?" she repeated in a whisper, and screamed in pain as her wrist was twisted in response.

"Why do you think you are employed, maid?" he responded furiously. "My bed is a mess, and I need a bath!" With that, he released her wrist and loosened the other arm restraint. Akemi grabbed her sore wrist and rubbed it in an attempt to ease the pain as Mitsukunni hopped to the floor and released her ankles. Finally, she was able to pull her legs closed. "Given your workout…" Mitsukunni began coldly, "I suppose I can draw my own bath. But I want my bed made with clean sheets and you in the bathroom to wash me within 15 minutes. One minute later, and you will find yourself sleeping outside tonight with no uniform. Clean one drop off of yourself before I am cleaned, and you will find yourself discharged with no hope. IS THAT CLEAR, MAID?"

Mitsukunni glared at her as Akemi looked to him with lost eyes. "Y- yes, sir…" she spoke softly. The young master broke into a twisted smile, just as it had hours ago this morning. He reached to his pants on the ground, produced his cell phone, and pressed a few buttons before holding it before her face. 15:00, 14:59, 14:58… The display continued to count the seconds away.

"Tick tock, Maid. Move." he commanded before turning to the bathroom door and disappearing inside. Akemi heard the water start to run in the large bathtub and fought her tears as she hurriedly stripped the bed sheets free, all the while being careful to not disturb the drying liquid on her body…