Chapter Nine
Kaori's breath was hot on my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut. She gripped my erection, guiding me inside of her pussy. I felt incredibly helpless at that moment. My heart thumped in my chest, knowing just like that night I wouldn't be able to stop myself from liking this.
My breath caught in my throat, I felt dizzy. My entire body was hot and not in a good way. My head hurt as I remembered that night. Remembered those sharp, violet eyes as they burned into my own. And just like that night, Kaori began to ride me. I had been helpless with that woman, too. Only fourteen, but she hadn't cared. She used her weight against me, nibbled at my throat, pressed her hips into mine, and said- "Don't act like you're not enjoying this, my dear. Not when you are hard down here."
I squeezed my eyes shut, nearly in tears. 'Stop. Stop it! Don't do this.' I wanted to yell and scream at Kaori and wanted to hurt her. Instead, I stayed silent, trapped in the memories of my first violation, and the sensation of this one as well.
"Saeko, Saeko!" Kaori gasped, whimpering with delight.
"You fit right in the palm of my hand, it's adorable…it's like it was meant to be stroked by me. Is this your first time?" The woman from back then whispered. Of course it was! I was fourteen! Only fourteen!
I breathed out harshly, dug my nails into my palm, and struggled against my bonds. Just as I did now.
The woman smirked as she slid up my form, her sweet breath on my face. "I bet it is. I never thought I'd find such a cute little Japanese girl over here in America…not to mention one so... unique. It's been boring, I'm glad you're here to make it interesting," She gave a wolfish laugh, pressing her large, soft breasts to my chest. She spread her legs slightly, sinking her womanhood down onto my cock, her wet heat too much.
Kaori moaned into my ear, I pulled at the sheets of the bed beneath my tied hands. I struggled, my eyes wide. I couldn't breathe. I saw red. I wanted to kill Kaori. Unaware of my blistering hot thoughts, Kaori leaned down and played idly with my breasts, hips moving harder, faster. Sweat was hot and slick on my skin as my cock slid in her again and again.
"You're twitching so much inside me. Thinking about something good?" Kaori murmured with a giggle in my ear. I trembled. It was twisted, but this felt amazing, because it brought her back into my mind, brought back this familiar humiliation. But it wasn't the same, it wasn't that woman. This sensation of being forced to do something. Before, it had been filthy and exhilarating, but this…
"I'm so happy your father entrusted me with your care while he's visiting America, otherwise I never would've been able to taste you," The older Japanese woman purred, her nails digging into my scalp as she pulled my head up. "Saeko-chan… I'm going to make you addicted to this feeling," The purple-haired lady had purred, like a beautiful succubus as she glided up and down me, gripping her beautiful breasts. "These next few days it's going to be just you and me. And you… you won't say a word of this to your father." She leered at me, then her breath broke off into pants.
The wet noise of our bodies meeting, my cock slamming into her wet insides again and again filled the cool night air. Kaori was going wild above me, burying her moans into her hands, panting like an animal in heat as her cunt squeezed around my dick.
"You don't want me to stop. You want to cum. You want to pour yourself into me, again and again just like you were born to do. That's why you have one of those things, to thrust away like an animal, to break inside and steal what belongs to a man..." Her nails cut down my scalp, she was clutching my long, dark hair so hard, and almost as if my body was obeying her command, I found release, pouring inside her. She leaned down and crushed her mouth to mine. "You're so much better than my husband, such a wonderful stand-in. I think I might love you Saeko-chan... the way your cock twitched when I said I love you. How adorable. Don't forget me, don't ever forget me, forget this..."
My eyes narrowed. I went still, a chilling calm took over me. I was done, done feeling helpless. I had sworn to never feel twisted pleasure like that again, I refused to. Not with Kaori. Her words hit my numb ears.
"Come for me Saeko, please come inside me," This was different, this girl was crazy. That woman had been a perfectly sane, beautiful, confident Japanese woman with pretty eyes and flawless features, from her hair to her clothing. She was married to a worthy man. I'd never met him, but the house in which she lived even abroad was truly prestigious. I hated that woman for what she'd done, yet she'd taught me everything. We'd fucked in every room in her house, we made love like we were married, and she doted on me endlessly. She'd been like a goddess, taking what she wanted from me- and I was a mere peasant compared to her. She was breathtaking, wealthy, powerful, ambitious. She hadn't done it like this.
I grit my teeth, struggling against my bonds with renewed vigor. Before I knew it there was a ripping sound, and I let loose an animalistic noise. I wrapped my fingers around porcelain flesh and squeezed. If she wanted death, to be by her boyfriend's side, I would be her deliverer. Kaori gasped and whimpered and cried against me. When she thrashed, I just squeezed tighter. She wasn't scared. She looked into my eyes, and smiled as I did this.
Kaori bounced her crotch in my lap as my fingers forced every speck of life from her frame, her pussy squeezing around me, drool seeping from her mouth down her chin as she gasped and choked. We were becoming one. Even when her body started to go limp, I didn't stop pounding into her; I was too angry. I squeezed harder until my hands hurt. I stopped only when I couldn't anymore, pouring myself inside her folds, my hateful orgasm painting her insides. Kaori moaned, spittle spilling down her chin, her eyes shooting wide as her final bout of pleasure coursed through her frame... That adorable, freckled face went slack as a final breath left her petal-like lips. She went limp above me...Kaori was gone.
Realizing what I'd done, I almost burst into tears, and gripped my head in my hands. Forced all the bad thoughts away. A thousand emotions and urges hit me at once. I wanted to scream, I wanted to fucking mutilate her all over again, I wanted to fuck her again and again, I wanted to die, I wanted to leap up and cry out for joy because I'd taken control and I'd stopped it from happening again! I had saved myself from that strange, broken, helpless feeling…
But at what cost? I realized Kaori was actually gone…. because of me. It wasn't the first time I'd killed. Years ago, a man had tried to assault me just like this, but he hadn't been smart enough to tie me up first. I murdered him, felt good doing it, but this wasn't like that… why wasn't it? Kaori deserved this. Right? I felt a rush of sudden joy, leaning my head back, laughing softly.
I looked over, where Kaori was lying dead, my seed spilling out of her onto the dark sheets. I laughed harder. "I came in you, I looked at you, I let you be with him… Just like you fucking wanted. You crazy bitch," I whispered in an accusing tone. I couldn't stand being in the room any longer.
I fled from what I'd done. I walked down the hallway and entered one of the extra rooms. To my surprise, Rei and Misuzu were sharing a room and were curled up together, keeping each other warm for the night. It was a wholesome sight, but it only made my insides burn and my self-hatred more vivid. Rei blinked awake first, and when she saw the look on my face, my naked body with the rope burns, she seemed horrified and got up immediately.
"S-Saeko... What the fuck's going on?" She stood, stalking towards me. My cock was hanging free- soaked with Kaori's juices. My entire body was slick with sweat. I laughed pathetically, unable to look at her.
"I killed Kaori-chan... with these." I showed her my hands, the hands that had murdered Kaori.
"W-What? Why did-" Carefully restraining herself, Rei's breathing grew heavy, but her voice remained quiet.
"She deserved it," I explained.
"I'm confused. How did this...? W-what happened, senpai? The look on your face right now…" Misuzu shook her head in disbelief. "She was obviously crazy jealous and all over you, but t-to rape you… why?"
"This new world drove her over the edge," Rei said softly, she was ashen as she met my eyes, then trailed off, at a loss for words. She didn't doubt my confession for an instant. "We should have let her die with her boyfriend… What happened?"
"She woke me up… tied me down. She raped me. So, I killed her. I killed her Rei. She's there. Dead on the bed." I whispered in a dull, empty voice. "I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed until she stopped breathing. She reminded me why I'm like what I am today. I'm an animal... worse than an animal."
"Misuzu-san, make room on the bed. Saeko, sit down. C'mon, sit down for a little." I hesitated, before doing as told. Rei talked gently, "Can you go wet a cloth then come back? I need a minute alone with Saeko."
Misuzu gave me a pitying look but nodded and disappeared out the door.
Alone with Rei now, I felt shockingly vulnerable. I felt like a monster wearing human skin. My actions, the memories of the past, the things that I was feeling for Rei right now were threatening to drown me. Staring at Rei's mouth, I wanted to kiss her and wash the memory of Kaori's violation away. I wanted to forget that body that had stolen my heat and imprint myself onto this beautiful girl, staring at me with brave red eyes. If she knew the truth, if she knew how much I'd enjoyed it…
Tears leaked down my cheeks. "What have I done?" I whimpered. "I'm sorry. Look at me… I-I'm pathetic... filthy."
Rei slid her arms around me and held me close, resting her face in my neck. "Don't panic, don't shut down. We still need you... You're alright."
And for a moment, I actually could really relax. Then the door to the bedroom opened, and Misuzu stepped in. She had a soaked cloth in her hand, a bowl of water in the other. The bowl she set down on the floor.
Rei continued. "Don't apologize to me, or to Misuzu, or to anyone else. She got what she deserved for trying to violate you. Even if you didn't kill her, we would've kicked her out. She would've died on her own, was better off leaving with Mr. Shido..."
But did she really deserve to die? I had been caught up in the moment. Been pinned down by my twisted memory, and her body which consumed me. All I could think about in that moment was killing her and stopping it from happening again, yet the unforgettable feeling of her curves writhing against me, the look of worship in her gaze as I squeezed her life away... these memories violated me even worse than Kaori herself had. Misuzu handed the cloth to Rei, who began to gently apply it to me, to my spent dick. I felt no arousal. I just let her clean me. Then she tucked me back into my briefs.
"I'm sorry," I whispered again, utterly disgraced before these two kind maidens. Why were they not judging me? Throwing me out? Exiling me, just like before?
"You look like you don't believe what she's saying, but Saeko-san, I surely would have done the same thing," Misuzu said gently, even so her eyes flickered to Rei's, and she was unable to look straight at me. I sensed what lay beyond their comforting words, they both were scared. I didn't blame them for that. Was too tired to care. Seized by exhaustion, dizzy and tired, I laid back on the bed, and closed my eyes.
The next morning came quicker than desired. My head pounded and my mouth felt dry. I half-expected to wake up alone. What if they left me because of what I did last night?
"Morning senpai," Misuzu greeted when I walked out of the room. The two were in the kitchen, eating breakfast and getting ready to leave. Rei had cooked and handed me a plate of something I scarfed down mindlessly.
"Hey. I'm sorry about last night," I muttered.
"There is no need to apologize, just… Look, we can talk about it later. It doesn't matter right now. Let's just focus on making it back to the others." What were we going to tell them about Kaori? I stuffed that question down. Maybe we wouldn't tell them anything.
After breakfast, we made plans for the future. It was pretty simple. Misuzu wanted to stop by somewhere and see "family, or something" - not going into details, and Rei determined the police station was about three hours away. We could make it there easily, if we kept moving. While looking for supplies, Misuzu even found a pistol in one of the drawers - which Rei carefully extracted from her, citing something about gun safety and her knowing it best.
Rei and Misuzu believed me, but it was obvious they were still disturbed by what had happened. Misuzu didn't judge me too much it seemed. Perhaps she remembered that she too had "murdered" someone. She'd ruthlessly kicked her friend down the stairs, she was not so different from me. I expected Rei to be cold, distant, but she wasn't. Whether it was feigned or not, I appreciated the warmth of her smile. I could not forgive myself, not right now, but Rei and Misuzu had apparently done so for me.
We left Kaori alone in that home, her pale body awash in the sun's glow.
I would carry a part of her around with me forever.