It was getting night and it was a big city.
So, it would be cliche to talk about the darkness, the neon lights and the big crowd of people walking on the sidewalks; it would be uninspired in the same way to describe the chaos, the cars roaming on the streets and the puddles of rain that drivers splashed on purpose over the pedestrians.
Instead, an interesting thing was a man looking out the window of that cell he called apartment: he looked messy and stressed, his work hours were inhumane and his favorite baseball team had just lost: he was also a bit drunk.
Nevertheless, his mind and his sight were clear enough and, entering in the opposite building, there were two people who caught his interest: a young girl with tanned skin and blonde hair, and a blond man with a briefcase, much older than her.
"That girl! Going in a place like that with a foreigner." He would comment, before getting interrupted by his own yawn. "Aaah! Kids these days! They've lost every good taste, always falling in love for those damned Europeans and Americans!"
Then, he walked away from the window and, after some seconds of pondering, he fainted on the floor.
"This place is…?"
Sakura was shaking: Alek seemed calm and serene, but the memories of his violence were deeply imprinted in her mind, and even the hypnosis hadn't been able to erase them.
"A love hotel? Of course!" the man was walking next to her, cheerful like a kid in a candy shop, while holding her hips with his left arm, keeping her close.
"I always loved these Japanese places: they are more well-kept than American motels, and they're also better regarding keeping anonymity. Don't you agree with me?"
"Ehm… Yes, I think…"
The problem about dealing with a psychopath was that every answer could be right and wrong at the same time, depending on how much whimsical he would feel in that moment.
That time, the answer seemed right.
Alek would react by smiling, and suddenly groping her ass, making her jump out.
"Your ass is less big than Sunomiya's one, obviously. But I can already feel that your skin has a nice texture. I can't wait to lick it."
"Oh… ehm… Thanks, Sifovich-sensei."
She was shivering, and she felt her heartbeat increasing without control. She prayed for it to lower down, because she knew that the worse had yet to come, but it wasn't something she really had control over it.
Alek could feel all that terror, and he was clearly enjoying it.
"This way." He said, pointing a room's door and then inviting her inside.
The room… Well, didn't left anything to imagination.
It was full of various BDSM toys all around: from the most simple ones, like handcuffs and whips, to other ones that Sakura would think they were straight up torture devices.
She was quivering: especially her legs, shaking so much that seemed a miracle she could stand up. Her eyes were following Alek, he closed the door and then he opened the briefcase, revealing the metronome.
He took it out and carefully put it on a nightstand, then he turned it on.
The regular ticking started once again, and it seemed more deep, more intense and powerful than usual. Sakura was feeling it all inside her head, heavy like a gigantic boulder – she couldn't stand that sound, it made her having trouble breathing.
But that time, nothing could free her from that arcane power. Alek knew it, and he was smiling for that: his sadistic nature was burning in cold cruelty, so much that seemed capable of lowering the room temperature, while sparks from his devious soul were already starting to prey her body.
She couldn't explain otherwise why she felt like there were slimy tentacles crawling under her clothes, giving her that hideous sensation of being dirty and vulnerable.
Alek hadn't touched her yet, and she was already crying.
He got in front of her.
"What a beautiful, beautiful body this is."
He said, poking her right cheek with his index finger, like an annoying kid, and then caressing it with her thumb. Despite not finding them charming anymore, Sakura couldn't help to still looking into his eyes.
They made her feel really bad: there were no soul in that man, just an empty pit devouring the world around him, an astral vortex of darkness that had shattered her inner self, and was devouring every single piece to sate an everlasting hunger.
"Why it has to belong to such a nasty girl!?"
The sudden change of his expression made her scream; even more his actions.
His hands grabbed her white shirt, ripping it of with such strength that it looked like made of paper and not cotton. The buttons flied all around the room, while her breasts appeared, covered by the pink bra.
After such brutality, Alek made a predatory smile: it was chilling. Sakura raised her hands to defend herself, but it was useless: Alek moved swiftly, a powerful slap hit her right cheek, the sound filled the room along with her screams.
The seconds of stun made the girl give her back to the man, and Alek took advantage of it. Both his hands pushed her, and Sakura felt the void beneath her feet, immediately succeeded by a violent landing on the ground.
Not even the time to realize what happened that she felt, along with a loud sound, pure pain originated from her back.
It filled her body.
She screamed and screamed more; Alek was whipping her with a cat o' nine tails, mercilessly hitting her body, enjoying seeing her crawling on the floor, while her desperation got greater, depriving her of every hope to react and escaping that situation.
Sakura couldn't look at them, but she could feel them: those eyes!
Shining in obscure light, fully opened to another realm, where Alek's true being resided; such unfathomable creature, that no god should have allowed to born among humans.
"What a distasteful whore! Trying to seduce me for her own deeds! Repelling!"
"I didn't want to- AAAAAH!"
Her words were brutally cut by another hit.
She felt pain on every inches of her back, purple bruises had appeared all over her skin, along with little bloody wounds.
"Oh! You didn't? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"N-no… I… I love you!"
"THEN WHY DID YOU BITE ME!?"
The next hit was truly brutal: Sakura felt her eyes rolling up, such a powerful pain she got from that vicious act, her mind was about to get foggy and making her faint.
Somehow, it didn't happened.
"I'm… I'm sorry, sensei…!"
The tears were flowing, so much. Her eyes were red, and so her face while sobbing and asking for mercy.
Alek crouched next to her.
"Do you? Because I don't believe you. Miss Sunomiya loves me too, and she never ever dared to do anything similar to me. So, do you know what I think? That she loves me for sure, while you're just trying to appear pitiful".
Alek seemed calm.
It was horrible. Because it made clear his wasn't ceaseless rage – it was pure sadism.
"I'm not, sensei! Please! I love you! For real! Please! Don't hit me again!"
Alek's right hand managed again to reach her neck, squeezing it and remembering her the moment when he almost killed her. The tears were flowing more, while Alek was forcing her to accept him in her sight.
"So, do you really love me?"
"Yes, Sifovich-sensei! Yes…!"
"And you'll prove it?"
"I'll do it! I'll do everything you want! Everything! Just, stop… please…"
Her words were dying in her throat for the breath being cut and the continuously sobbing, when suddenly Alek stopped to hold her, making her breath again.
"Then, prove it." He said.
Then Sakura felt some pressure on her neck, a different one. She got scared before realizing what was happening: Alek was putting a black collar on her neck, with a long brown leash.
Once he finished, he pulled her, forcing her to follow him.
Sakura got up and did it; Alek sat on the side of the bed, looking at her and smiling.
She was remaining still, with her hands joined together on her lower belly and her eyes looking towards her feet: she was submissive, totally unable to find a way to flee, to be free from that nightmare.
"So…" Alek left the hold on the leash and smiled, admiring her body. "Why don't you put off your clothes?"
"Yes…"
Sakura did as he requested: slowly, because her hands were shaking.
The upper part of her clothes were ruined by Alek's violence, and that violence was still visible once she removed them. It was also on her skin, in those bruises on her back that, once not covered by clothes anymore, the cold air would caress them, making her shiver more.
At some point, she remained just with her underwear: the pink silk bra, holding her soft boobs, and the thong of the same color and fabric, that left her little round butt all on show.
She should have removed also those, but the dread inside her heart was so pure that… it was almost like her own soul didn't want to be there. Her mind started to not work for some moment: she felt unable to think, to hear the sounds, to feel the world around herself.
Sakura was alone into the dark of nothingness, the limbo between reality and madness.
It was just a sudden pull from the collar that brought her consciousness back.
"It's not time to be shy, don't you think?" he said, barely holding a laugh.
"I'm… I'm not…"
"Miss Sunomiya didn't had any hesitation with me since the start. Are you telling me that you're worse than her?"
"I'm not worse than…"
"No, because you're losing time, making me feel bored. So, probably…"
"I'M NOT WORSE THAN HER!"
She panicked, while Alek laughed.
Why did she reacted like that? It was just that… being compared with the President, remembering how she had stole him from her dreams… despite hating him, that poisonous jealousy was still living inside her, filling her with rage and humiliation every time those memories came back to surface.
Alek knew that, and she knew that he knew – but that feeling was still powerful, because there are things in a human heart that don't follow any logic, and even the common sense can't deal with them.
"Oh! I hope so! I'll look forward for you to prove it."
He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard boner: it was throbbing even more than the last time.
"Let's continue where we were interrupted, shall we?"
Sakura's heat of the moment suddenly steamed off, remembering which was the situation she had to deal with. She was still trembling, but couldn't do anything but obeying, slowly walking close to him and then kneeling.
Her face approached his manhood, she felt a bit intimidated and so she waited for a moment, then she opened her mouth to start sucking it.
At least, she tried.
Because Alek's index finger suddenly poked her forehead, pushing her a bit back.
"No no no, my darling. Who do you think you are? You've been disrespectful to it! You can't take it with such greed, like nothing happened. You aren't miss Sunomiya…"
Sakura tried to contain her rage, and she mostly succeeded, but a little hostile look still managed to appear.
Alek laughed, then he started to give her orders.
"Use only your tongue. Lick it, my little dirty girl."
Sakura obeyed, unable to do otherwise.
Her tongue was slowly licking his shaft, she felt the salty and bit off taste of it, and for some reason it made her feeling more sick than the first time. Alek was looking at her, with judging eyes glimmering with sparks of arrogance, the slender fingers sinking into her blonde curls and grabbing firmly her head.
The cock was throbbing more and getting hotter, but Alek didn't seem satisfied at all.
"You act bitchy but, except for mine, you have never sucked a cock, haven't you?"
The metronome was still ticking, and she felt that sound all inside her soul: it made her nod, despite how humiliating it was.
"And, let me bet, you are also virgin, aren't you?"
She was lead to nod again, a new tear flowed from her eyes.
"I should have imagined it. You are one of the worst kind of girls: the ones that always play with fire, and then they're surprised if they got burn."
Alek's sadism was also in those words, in the way he seemed able to read her so well and making her feel miserable: she cried more, feeling totally worthless.
The man raised his dominant hand, and Sakura got ready to being hit again; and still, Alek managed to surprise her.
He suddenly caressed her head with care.
"But don't worry, my darling. You said that you love me, so I'll teach you how to love me properly. After all, if you love me, it means that you want me to be happy, don't you agree with me?"
She nodded again, and that time the metronome wasn't forcing her to do so. That always had been her idea of love, the feeling she had since she got a crush on her sensei.
"Then, let me train you. You've great potential, with the right attitude and my teaching, you will be soon better than Sunomiya."
For a brief moment, the corners of Sakura's mouth raised a bit. Then, she felt ashamed and tried to hide it, but Alek had already noticed it.
"Don't be shy!" he said, grabbing softly her chin and making her looking towards his smile. "You want me to prefer you over her, and I honestly believe in your potential. Listen to my directions, and if you show commitment, you'll surely end up to be my favorite one."
"I'm listening, Sifovich-sensei."
She was smiling, unable to hide it.
Alek was smiling too, because he knew he played the right strings of her heart.
"See, you've to keep particular attention to these spots: the lower part of the glans, and especially this piece of skin. It's called frenulum, and if you focus on it with the tip of your tongue, you can give me great pleasure."
"Like this?"
Sakura did as he said, and Alek's manhood throbbed in response: he smiled, seeming to enjoy it.
"Yes, like this. But keep the rhythm, if you do just one thing always in the same way, I'll get bored."
Sakura obeyed, her tongue was licking the entirety of his dick, stimulating him as he asked. Soon, she learned that there were spots he didn't pointed her, but that he would have found really pleasurable to feel stimulated, so she would focus with her tongue on those too, making him moan in satisfaction.
He loved to feel that pleasure, and she loved to see him feeling it – it was a twisted circle of corruption that Alek conscientiously planted in that relationship, knowing that the most cruel and mean weapon to obtain power wasn't malice.
It was love.
"Aaaah! Yes! Now you can take it in your mouth."
Despite the pleasure, Alek showed to still be in control.
Both his hands grabbed more firmly the back of her head, leading her lips over the tip of his cock.
"Yes, like this… Ah! Relax your jaw, breath with your nose… yes, slowly, like this. Take it all inside, my darling. Aaaaah! Feels wonderful!"
And that was what Sakura had suddenly became.
Seeing the scene from the main entrance of the room, Sakura's head was nothing more than a big mass of blond curls going back and forth between Alek's legs. A young girl sucking the hard-on of a man ten years older than her, serving such an evil soul.
And it was essential to remember Alek's depravity, because from that point of view it could seem he was less in power than he truly was: Sakura wasn't the one forcing him, obviously; but, even with the bruises on her back, she seemed to have still kept her free will. Her slender figure didn't seem particularly ruined by an intense and prolonged abuse, and it was all focused on giving the most pleasure possible to the man.
Her hands had a firm grip on his hips, her knees and her toes were holding on the cold floor, helping her to keep a good stance and a steady rhythm. A rhythm that, linked with the slurping noises, it had something musical.
All of her body was following it, regularly bowing to serve Alek's manhood: it was visible on every inches of her, from her shoulder to her wiggling butt, that was decorated by the pink thong, ending with her cute and smooth feet, which little muscles were all tense while keeping the pace.
Everything was getting covered by drips of sweat, that somehow were making her figure even more erotic, like each droplet could be considered a prove of her hard work, of the inhumane faith she put in worshipping him.
Her master, her world, her everything she needed.
"Aaaah! Miss! I'm close!" he said.
His face was red and his grip got more firm on her head, to keep his cock all inside her throat. Sakura wasn't against of it, knowing what was about to happen and how she was expected to react, her face was red but she was ready to serve – and she was happy to do so, because the depravity was rooting deeper and deeper in her soul.
Every second passed, she was changing into a very different person.
Alek ejaculated.
His load was big, truly hot. It filled her mouth, but she was managing to swallow it, while she felt an odd sensation inside her, along with the taste of his cum. She felt reduced to misery, but also completed.
Worthless, but also overjoyed.
Because only when serving him, his perfect sensei, she felt some kind of pride. Only when that man would smile at her, she would feel that everything in her soul, in her entire world, had some kind of sense.
She wasn't a girl anymore, she was just an extension of Alek's needs and desires.
"Oooh! Good! You've been a good girl. I like when you act like a good girl."
"It makes me feel happy, sensei."
She answered. This while standing up and stepping back.
Or, at least, trying to do so.
Because, in the exact same moment she tried to turn around, Alek pulled her leash.
"My angel, what are you doing?" he asked, while giving her a bit mischievous look and smiling, then he pointed to his own cock.
"Look here."
Sakura did as he said, and she opened wide her eyes, a bit shocked.
Alek was having already a boner, and it looked even harder than the first one.
"I… I haven't noticed it…"
"Well, now you have."
"Yes… I have… it's just…" Sakura was blushing, and she wasn't able to understand if she was feeling fear or genuine embarrassment.
Maybe both.
"I thought men needed… some time…"
"Yes, but I am different. I am better."
"Yes, you are…" she was blushing even more, and starting to stutter.
"Don't you feel capable of taking care of it? Because, you know, Sunomiya…"
"No no no! No! I can! Of course I can!"
Falling again for the same trick, she got immediately closer, letting him grabbing her hips.
"I can take care of every need sensei has!"
"Good girl."
Alek made his hands travel higher on Sakura's skin – it was smooth like a rose pellet – and got on her back, reaching the bra hooks and opening them.
The bra would fall on the ground, revealing her soft boobs.
Then, he pulled her a bit more closer, sinking his face in her boobs and starting to lick her, moving his tongue madly on them.
"Aaaah!" she moaned, her legs felt like jelly.
"Sensei is so greedy!"
Responsively, Alek bit her, making her moan more.
"You're all mine, every part of you. I can't be greedy."
"Yes…"
Sakura started to feel overwhelmed, and stunned. She felt bonded to her teacher, like merging with him, sharing the same sinful emotions and feeling the fire of that depravity burning her: a roaring flame that doesn't hurt physically, but surely consume, corrupt.
Alek's hands started to pull down her thong, removing the last piece of clothing covering her dignity; and, in spite of how little it was, when it fell on the ground, she felt genuinely embarrassed.
She blushed.
Her lips moved to try articulating some words, but she only managed to yelp.
Alek had pushed her over the bed, getting over her and grabbing her wrists, pinning her on the mattress.
"Offer yourself to me, Sakura." He murmured.
"Yes… I'm yours…"
She felt something in her throat while talking: like a lump in her throat, trying to keep her silent.
"I didn't hear you. Repeat!"
"I'M YOURS, SENSEI!"
She screamed, nothing was holding her anymore.
Then, Alek kissed her.
The kiss was intense.
Her mind got even more foggy, leaving her alone with her sensations; she wasn't feeling the world around her anymore.
And so, she got confused when, after the kiss ended, she felt something had changed. While kissing her, Alek had put some handcuffs on her wrist, binding her to the headboard.
He was removing the remaining pieces of his own clothes.
"Rejoice, my little angel. It's a very important step of your life: to abandon the calm rivers of childhood and to start a new life, venturing into the big sea of our adult world."
Such emphatic words; in her eyes, Alek didn't seem human anymore: there was a blinding aura surrounding him, a divine light coming from his being, and from his words too somehow. Sakura was enthralled, while she was having trouble to remember things, to recognize herself in that moment of time, like her soul didn't belong anymore to her body.
"I… I feel lost, Sifovich-sensei."
"Don't worry…" he got over her again, becoming once more the only thing in her sight. She could feel his warm breath reaching her face, and the tip of his dick rubbing against her pussy lips.
"I'll be your shepherd, my angel."
"Yes."
That was the only word her mouth could pronounce, like the only one her mind managed to remember. It was a signal that Alek created with his own schemes, and he immediately took advantage of it.
While hugging her with a firm embrace, his cock got inside her. It changed her, not only physically, destroying the incarnation of her purity, but especially psychologically. She realized to have become just a pawn in the hands of an omnipotent master, and she felt happy for that; her whole existence had meaning just when serving his sensei, and that was the only fate she could desire in that moment.
And so, while Alek was pounding her, focusing only on his own pleasure and ignoring hers, she couldn't do anything more but hugging his hips with her slender legs and asking for more. Her body quickly became a hot manifestation of pleasure, getting sweaty and trembling more and more as long as Alek continued to violate her with his presence. While his cock was getting harder, feeling the hot and pleasurable hug of her tight pussy, his predatory hunger was roaring with increasing strength inside his being, making him licking and biting every parts of her body he could reach, especially her perky boobs, which hard nipples really found them enjoyable to feel in his mouth.
"Aaaaah! Sensei! Yes!" Sakura couldn't do anything besides asking for more, in her mind remained just a corrupted version of her basic needs, which only Alek could satisfy.
And so, by asking for more, inevitably arrived the moment of Alek's climax.
She felt it! His hot thick cum filling her, reaching every part of her insides, making her feel full, and then slowly leaking outside in thin white streams. Nothing in the world could feel more right in that moment.
For her, that was her true nature revealed, to be a little plaything in the hands of his sensei.
She couldn't ask for anything better.
Of course, Alek's lust hadn't been sated yet.
His hands held Sakura to use her body more.
The moans, the screams, the slaps, and all the other sounds of that depravity could be heard for all the night. Such an endless immorality, perpetually shown to the world, that could easily overwhelm someone, even if it was just a passive spectator.
Eventually, Alek would free her hands, but not her soul. Sakura had just completed the path leading towards the rupture of her dignity, all the values of the civil world were no longer belonging to her nature, her desire was only to be violated in every spot, to prove her high quality as a pleasure tool; and Alek was truly a demanding master, while she felt her fatigue rising with each penetration and each load of cum filling her, Alek didn't seem tired at all, still acting like a lust-driven sex machine.
Unsurprisingly, it arrived a moment where she felt exhausted.
Alek was kneeling on the bed, in front of her, looking at her figure while his boner was still hard and throbbing.
"I want more of you, Sakura." His lust was so openly predatory to make those words sound chilling.
"But, sensei… My holes… they feel sore…"
"I'm sure you can come up with something, my angel. Maybe with your feet…"
He started to look at them, with such interest that Sakura found it unexpected even among all the hypnosis and depravity – she wasn't sure about why, maybe it had something to do with finding that fetish too common, or simply unsuited for him.
However, that glimpse of free thought had nothing to do with her newfound role, and so she raised her legs and reached his hard cock, hugging it with her feet soles and going slowly back and forth, massaging it.
Alek moaned. Feeling that soft sensation, and the smooth texture of her feet skin against his manhood, his cock twitched and he couldn't help but closing his eyes, sinking in his pleasure while grasping her right thigh: not to guide her movements, just for the sake of feeling her flesh.
Beneath her golden curls, Sakura did a wide smile.
"Do Sifovich-sensei likes it?"
"Oh! It's surely pleasurable, my angel."
Her eyes shone in pure corrupted happiness, she started to go even faster.
"Am I better than President, sensei?"
"If you continue like this, you will surely become better than her."
His hold got more strong, and he opened his eyes, looking into her eyes and remembering her who was in charge.
"But now focus, my angel. You don't want me to be disappointed, do you?"
"No, sensei!"
Her feet continued to move steadily, increasing time by time the rhythm and the intensity. Alek moaned again, closing again his eyes and enjoying the sensation. His cock was throbbing, getting hard like marble and truly hot.
Sakura followed her instinct and tried to turn him more. She started to move her toes, tickling the tip of his dick. The man reacted with higher pitched moans, showing he was truly appreciating, so Sakura continued, feeling a sense of enjoyment.
After at least a minute, Alek suddenly grabbed her legs and moved his hips, rubbing more his dick against her feet, until he reached another orgasm. Despite having already did so many times, dirtying every parts of her in semen, that load seemed even bigger than the earlier ones: her feet got covered by a myriad of white drips, from her ankles to her pink-painted toenails.
Sakura felt a strong sense of satisfaction, that made her smirks and giggling.
"Why are you laughing? There's nothing to laugh, slut."
Alek's voice wasn't threatening like usual; him being offended for that seemed to root from something more childish, like he was truly embarrassed and wanted to hide it. For reaching this purpose, but not only for that, Alek got over her again and pinned her another time.
"I'll use you one more time, Sakura."
He said with a serious voice.
"Yes, sensei."
It wasn't just "one more time", but way more.
Alek continued for another half an hour, until he finally decided to stop and letting Sakura sleep. Maybe even him was starting to feel tired, or maybe he just decided he had enough. Knowing him, both options seemed unlikely, but there was no way to really read in his mind.
Sure was that Sakura was hugging him and, before falling in a deep slumber, she would say.
"I love you, sensei."
Alek didn't answered.
He was laying on his back, holding her with his right hand and looking at the ceiling, lost in his mind. Not moving much, he turned off the lights and the metronome, and he remained alone among the shadows.
Echoes from his past resonated from the deep sea of his memory, traveling all around the walls just to return back to him, but his cold heart managed to make him ignore everything.
At some time, he fell asleep too.
No dreams were fabricated by his mind during that night.
Then, the morning would come.
"Oooh! So that's who were there. Damn! You've kept the entire hotel awake for all the night. But… where are the other men?"
The one talking was a man a bit younger than him.
He just saw Alek coming out from the room, well-dressed and holding the sleepy Sakura on his arms, covered by his jacket.
"Other men?" Alek asked back, slightly confused.
"Yeah! Other men! I can believe there's one girl, but to do such noise for all that time… you must have been at least five!"
"There's none other than me."
The stranger buzzed his eyes.
"Say what!? You were on horse viagra or something? Were did you got such stamina?"
"What can I say?" Alek smiled proudly.
"I'm simply one hell of a sensei."
Another morning would come.
But this one was five days parted away from the one told earlier.
Alek was in his apartment, sleeping his room, while Sana was doing the same next to him, hugging him in her sleep and pushing her boobs against his shoulder.
That day, Alek woke up before her, his eyes wandered around the room and reached her sleepy face, then his right hand got on her back and reached her ass, starting to squeeze it.
"Wakey wakey, my little bunny girl."
"Mmmh…" Sana opened her eyes slowly, trying to focus her blurry vision on Alek. "You too will use that nickname, sensei?"
"Ehehe! Don't worry. I'm just teasing you." He got closer to her face, kissing her and then starting to make out.
"But you have to bring here that costume sometimes. It really arouses me!"
Both of them hugged each other firmly, feeling their skin and aiming for their favorite spot to touch, which for Alek was her boobs.
"Mmmh! Sensei…" the girl moaned, gently smiling and looking into his eyes. "Do you want a blowjob?"
"Oh! I want to start this day with way more than a blowjob. But first…" he turned his head, looking at the empty part of the bed behind him.
"Where's Sakura?"
"She woke up early to prepare you breakfast."
"That's such a good girl! But now…"
Alek suddenly grabbed her shoulder, making her lay on her back and getting over her figure.
He would open his nightwear, revealing the throbbing boner he was barely hiding. Sana made him room between her legs, and Alek didn't lose time, kneeling closer to her and getting his face on her boobs, licking them while pushing his face on that softness. He was about to insert his dick inside her, when suddenly something caught his attention.
"This smell…" he raised his back and sniffed the air more. Indeed, there was a smell coming from the kitchen.
"It's not waffles, it's… bacon."
"Eggs with bacon is the Saturday's breakfast. Today is Sunday…"
"It's the wrong breakfast!"
Alek's humor shifted immediately, he got off from the bed and stood up, swiftly covering himself again with the nightwear. Sana held his left hand, trying to distract him and eventually calm him.
"Sensei, don't think about it now. Let's relax together. You can deal with her later."
Those words could do little. Alek's behavior was psychotic, and so were his priorities.
"No one messes with my breakfast!"
He rushed outside and got in the kitchen corner where, indeed, Sakura was cooking eggs with bacon. Hearing those steps, the girl turned around towards him smiling, but that smile immediately died noticing Alek's mood.
Instead, panic and confusion started to fill her heart.
"Sensei…?"
Her voice died in her throat, while Alek's one got cold, that artificial calm he was used to wear before bursting out with rage.
"My angel, can you tell me what day is it?"
"It's Sunday…"
"Then, why are you preparing the wrong breakfast?"
"But sensei… this is the Sunday's breakfast!"
"Do you think I'm stupid? It's not! Look at the calendar."
Sakura did as he said. The calendar was attached on the fridge, she got closer and, once looked at it, she buzzed her eyes and felt her breath dying in her lungs.
"It… it can't be…"
Alek got behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder, which made her shivering.
"Do you know what this means?"
Then his hands turned her around, the left one held her still, while the right one ripped off the apron, leaving only her naked body.
She was totally in fear, having troubles talking and even thinking.
"But… I read it right… I'm sure…"
Her words got cut, Alek suddenly pushed her against the fridge: his grip was similar to an iron seal, making her feel a little, powerless prey.
She was crying, and that made Alek getting crueler.
"You're still a little, whiny, spoiled girl, Sakura."
"Please, sensei… believe me…"
"Why are you still lying!? Do you really think I'm stupid!? For such impudence I'll… wait a moment!"
Alek's mood shifted again, casually his eyes too lend on the calendar, and he noticed something that was indeed off.
"This seems my handwriting… but it isn't. It's an imitation, a counterfeit!"
A sparks of hope appeared in Sakura's eyes, blocking her tears.
"Is it? Then someone must have changed the schedule on purpose, to play me a bad trick!"
"Someone with at least basic art skills…"
Both of them turned towards Sana, that had just joined them in the kitchen.
She gulped.
Alek raised his eyes, then he sighed and, while walking closer to her, he joined his hands together, intertwining his fingers.
"Miss Sunomiya, can you gently explain why you have done such thing?"
His calm was so absolute that clearly was a facade.
"I… didn't done anyt…"
"Please! Don't pretend you haven't been caught red-handed."
"It's just…" then, something that was lying in her heart for a bit suddenly got out. "Why do you give her so many attentions!? She hurt you! But lately you're so focused on her, and I… I…"
She blushed, because she felt the reason was truly silly.
"I got jealous. I wanted to see her suffer…"
"You bigtits slut!" screamed Sakura, but Alek shushed her.
"Remember, I am the judge, jury and executioner, not you. Is it clear?"
Sakura nodded, then Alek looked again at Sana.
"So, jealousy? What an unforeseen twist of events! I thought I was about to punish a spoiled brat, while I have to punish a greedy one."
"I'm not a…"
"You're in no condition to talk, Sunomiya!"
He got even closer and, while still looking at her, with his right hands he did a gesture towards Sakura.
"Sakura. The nightstand on the right of the bed. Second drawer. There's a white rope. Take it to me."
"The one next to the Lutheran Bible?"
"Exactly."
"I'm going!"
After some minutes, the situation had greatly changed.
Everything moved towards the couch. Sana was next to it, entirely tied by the white rope, forced in a kneeling position with her hands behind her back; two clips had been put on her nipples, her face was red for embarrassment.
Alek and Sakura were in front of her.
"So, miss Sunomiya" said Alek, thrilled for that situation. "Have you said that you wanted to see Sakura suffering? Well, instead you'll see her on the verge of joy!"
He looked towards the other girl.
"Let's fuck until you faint, my angel."
"Yay!"
While Sakura felt extremely happy, Sana felt extremely miserable.
She started to beg.
"No! Please, sensei! Anything but that! Please! Spank me, whip me, make me bleed… Do everything else, sensei. But not that!"
Alek sighed again.
"Miss Sunomiya, come on! You know that I can't. You like those things! What kind of punishment would be?"
"Eheh! She is a slut!" Sakura giggled.
"You too are a slut, Sakura" said Alek.
"Yes… but I'm a good slut!"
"Aww! How cute!" he got his hand in her hair and scratched her head.
"Look, Sunomiya, she is already cleverer than you!"
Sana was already crying.
And, for her new corrupted life values, the situation could only get worse.
Alek sat on the couch, his nightwear opened and his cock hard like the prong of a pitchfork. Just by looking at it, Sakura got wet and did a happy expression that made her look… silly. Which was a bit creepy, because she seemed a little girl in a bigger body.
"Come to your sensei, my angel!"
"Yes!"
She jumped on his legs, getting over him and hugging his neck with her arms, while starting to rub her pussy against his throbbing boner. Alek held her hips and got his face closer to her neck, starting immediately to suck her skin.
Sakura moaned, her nipples were hard.
"I'm so happy, sensei! I fuck with you everyday, like I always dreamed!" she rubbed her pussy more rapidly, it was already wet and scorching like fire.
"Sifovich-sensei, can I call you daddy?"
"Mmmm… Usually I prefer to be called sensei…" he moved his eyes to look Sana, who was already crying, and he noticed that the nickname would bother her.
"But, you know what? You can! At least now."
"Yippie!"
Sakura raised her hips a bit and then let Alek's cock get inside her pussy, moaning. Her eyes opened wide, while a truly big smile appeared on her face; such pure joy, combined with that sudden childish behavior, seemed a bit out of place.
An invisible spectator would ask if it was artificially created by Alek, or if it was something that always was inside Sakura's soul, and which Alek just helped to root and grow till full manifestation.
"Make me happy, my little girl."
"Yes!" she started to ride him. Her tight pussy, with its hot and wet embrace, squeezed around his hard cock, giving him heavenly sensations. A powerful drug originated by lust, to which Alek was truly intoxicated – so, like every drug addicted, he felt in constant search for something greater, something more pure and strong.
Something that, somehow, he was feeling in that moment.
"Oh dear! You feel wonderful, Sakura!" he said genuinely, while feeling his boner getting harder and penetrating her deeper.
Sakura's smile got even wider, her eyes seemed almost about to shine, and she was drooling.
"Eheheh! Sakura is making daddy happy!" she said, while her rhythm was getting only faster.
Those words intensified Sana's tears, her eyes were red and her desperation even more pure than Alek's intoxicating lust.
"Give daddy a kiss, Sakura."
"Yes daddy!"
Sakura closed up the distance between their face and their bodies, and Alek took advantage of it to get even easier on her butt with his right hand, giving a nice squeeze to her little buttcheeks, while her other hand pushed her against him.
Sakura put her lips against him, and gave him a kiss that lasted for some second.
Then, she tried to return in a straight position with her chest, but she stopped midway, seeing a disappointed look into Alek's eyes.
"What's up with this kiss? So pure and chaste. Who do you think I am? Your best friend? Your sister?" he moved the right hand to grab her face from the lower part, holding her jaw and squeezing her cheeks, her lips got squeezed too, making her doing a silly expression.
"Give me a real kiss. One that miss Sunomiya can truly admire!"
"Yes, daddy!"
And so they kissed again.
From Sana's perspective, that wasn't a kiss, but was a very vulgar and showy dance of tongues, that was leaking drool from every side, appearing one of the dirtiest thing she had seen so far.
That made her suffering, because in her eyes was astonishingly hot.
The more time passed, the more the doubts started to linger and burden in her heart: she was sure Alek never kissed her like that, but she also started to think that he seemed to never had been so turned on with her, his cock had never been so hard and with such swollen veins like in that moment; maybe she never had humped him so fast, and probably she never had understood which were the right spots for stimulating him at best.
Maybe Alek just had got tired of her, and preferred another girl for that; maybe Sakura was physically more appealing than her, and she was just a girl which appearance was too mature for his sensei's tastes.
Maybe she wasn't enough.
Maybe she never had been enough from the start.
That degenerative obsession couldn't be seen, except for her tears, but could be felt; both Sakura and Alek were feeling it, and they knew how to make her feel worse. Moreover, they were both enthusiast to make her feel like that, whether was for revenge, or for just sadism.
"Am I better than the President, daddy?" she asked, with big puppy eyes corrupted by lust.
"If you continue like this, you'll surely be." He said, between a pant and another one for the sexual arousal.
Sana's face did a little grimace; she tried to hide it, with little success.
"I want to fuck you all days, daddy! Every day, every second! Sakura wants daddy to be always happy, to never get angry like earlier."
"You surely are the one here that truly loves me!"
That was a dirty move; it went easily throughout the shield of Sana's pride, piercingly directly in her heart, like a burning arrow.
"No! It's not true! She doesn't really love you! She just hates me! I love you! Not her!"
Sana screamed, with such desperation that, probably, even when facing an imminent death she wouldn't have felt. But, to their senses, that intense misery was nothing more than liquid pleasure injected directly in their veins, that made Alek's boner harder and Sakura's pussy wetter.
Their bodies were hot and sweaty, and they appeared to be linked by a deep connection; so strong that could be felt, and almost seen, like it was material.
"Sakura…"
"You're close, daddy?"
"Yes… I am…"
"Me too, daddy! Fill me! Let's reach the climax together!"
Alek's dick was so hard that, even for himself, it felt like a piece of rock. Sakura gave all herself in that duty, empowered by all the humiliations she dedicated to Sana, which made her feel excited, she started to ride him crazily fast.
Her pussy was steaming, a wet squeezing thing around his shaft. It was giving him such powerful sensations of pleasure, and receiving back almost the same pleasure, in a virtuous circle of depravity.
Then, none of them could hold himself, and so Alek used both his arms to keep her firmly against his chest, while both of them were moaning loudly and reaching the orgasm. Alek's semen filled her, then it slowly leaked outside, dripping on his own legs and on the couch.
"Aaah! I feel so good, daddy!"
"Me too, my girl. Me too. And it's just the start."
He made her lay on the sofa with a push, and looked at her with a perverted smile: soon he was ready to continue.
They continued for long.
Sana had to look at everything; she couldn't act otherwise, she knew her sensei would have got angry if not.
Every second passed doing that, she felt like being consumed. Things were getting removed by her heart: some certainties, some feelings, some things. Nothing was remaining, except her external body, which started to even hate.
Eventually, Sakura would faint for real, and Alek sat again on the couch and stretched his muscles, then he looked towards Sana.
She looked like an empty shell.
"Come on. Let's free you from those rope."
He got up, stretching again his muscles, and got closer to her for doing as he said.
Once freed, Sana had the force to stand up on her own, but not the one to raise her eyes.
"I'm sorry to be such a disappointment, Sifovich-sensei."
Alek put his hands on his own hips, and sighed for the third time that day.
"Come on. Do you really think I prefer Sakura over you?"
"It's not like that?"
Like nothing happened, Sana managed to raise her head, looking at him with eyes full of hope.
"Of course not! She had bitten my dick. And also, she is not gifted like you."
"Are you referring to my intelligence or to my body?"
"Both."
"Oh!"
Alek yawned, then he massaged his belly.
He felt hungry, all those events made him forgot that he didn't had breakfast yet; but, instead of sating his hunger, he was walking again towards Sakura, and Sana was following him.
"But then, why have you done all this?"
"Well, for two reasons mainly: first, you violated my authority. You can be sadistic with the new girls that will come, but you have to ask me, and maybe making me part of that. I mean, it's not nice to use my serenity for your deeds, don't you think?"
"Well… you're right, sensei. Sorry."
She lowered her head a bit, respectfully, then she raised it again.
"And the second reason?"
"Because of you, Sakura cooked the wrong breakfast. No one messes with my breakfast."
"Oh! It's true… Sorry again, sensei."
"Don't worry. I did it to make you better. And, like I said, at least you have never bitten me."
Alek remained still in front of the couch, his eyes were focused on Sakura's head.
The girl was sleeping on her back, her blonde curls were all messy all around her.
"She has a really a cute face. Don't you agree with me, Sunomiya?"
"Well, yes… I think…"
Sana was feeling a bit of jealousy rising again, but she didn't know how to show it properly. In the end, she simply said what she was thinking.
"Sensei, am I really your favorite?"
"Yes, I said." Alek massaged his eyes.
"It's just that… you never said I have a cute face…"
"Well, Sakura's face is cuter than yours."
"Sensei!"
She screamed, just to immediately cover her mouth, fearing that Alek would get angry again.
He didn't.
Instead, he laughed for a bit.
That was really unexpected.
"See, Sunomiya, beauty isn't just about the single parts, which every one can be more or less beautiful than other ones, but it's also about the complex system that links every part together. Beauty is about the entirety, the complex relationships between each element, just like…"
"A painting."
"Yes. See? You're very clever, and this element is part of your immense beauty, that will never be matched by any other girl."
Sana felt her heart melting.
No man had ever said to her such beautiful words: how could Alek manage to say them? How could him, in every situations, find the inspiration for express those beautiful feelings?
In her eyes, Alek was a man with a big heart, full of deep feelings.
In truth, Alek was a man of reason, with a deep understanding of how his words could influence others.
He continued to look at Sakura, and that time Sana joined him.
"So, you really like her face?"
"It's so cute. Truly the face of an angel, and I… I can't help it…"
His cock was hard again, and he started to jerk himself off.
"I have to dirt it with my cum."
"Wait sensei!" Sana all of sudden hugged him, and her right hand reached his cock.
"Let me do it for you!"
"That's also why you're truly my favorite, Sunomiya."
He kissed her, holding the back of her head while squeezing one of her boobs. The good feeling of those huge breasts, so big and soft, joined together with the amazing sensation felt when her body was against his, leaded him quickly towards peak pleasure.
His cock was hard in Sana's soft hand, and that made Sana feel good and willing to jerk him faster. Alek's mind was all about how good Sana's boobs felt, like two big pillows made of some divine matter, and how arousing were those sensations mixed together with the image of how Sakura would appear with sperm all over her face.
He didn't needed too much time to make it real: his cock got even more hard and Sana jerked him even faster, until the pleasure reached a peak and he just let it go.
The cum flied from his cock and reached her face in a big load, followed by two littler loads: Sakura's face got quickly covered, white drips all over her tanned skin.
It was even better than Alek's imagination.
"What a beautiful thing we have done!" said Alek.
"I agree with you, sensei."
"Good. Now let's have breakfast, finally."
And he quickly got away from the couch.
"What's our next move, sensei?"
"I was thinking about some doggy-style."
Sana blushed.
"I mean, in the plan."
"Oh! Right! I think it's too soon for dealing with another Nagatoro's friend. Sakura gave us some problems, and I can already feel that one of those girl – Maki Gamou, if I remember her name right – it's a saber-toothed tiger."
"I can confirm it, sensei."
"But, I have some ideas for strengthening the metronome. I'll talk you about them later."