Chapter 54: Terumi/Nanashi Sweet Reminiscing Date & Rough Rape Play With Terumi

The sun's rays gently press down on your skin as the two of you sit at the picnic table, Terumi smiling cheerily as she opens up the basket she brought. "I really went all out, Master," she says, with a smile up at you, her eyelashes fluttering. You smile back. "There's some steamed soybean pods for snacks, but I made some nice marinated fried chicken," she explains, pulling out the wrapped up chicken and the paper plates, putting the former on the latter. "And, we have some homemade grape juice," she notes, with a certain lewd smile. "I'm told it will remind you of a certain other flavor?"

You laugh. "You don't need to be so lewd, but I do appreciate the thought," you tell her. She smiles brightly back. "There is something I wanted to ask, though." She nods, her focus instantly and completely on you. "What attracted you to me in the first place?"

"Oh, well... to be honest, it was partly that you have a sexy body. Not that it stopped there, though, Master!" She adds, with a nervous speediness. "I happened to see you swimming and I was entranced watching... I don't remember how long I stared, really. Probably a half hour, at least? I was shocked nobody noticed me." She pauses, her cheeks a cute shade of pink. "I realized that the boy my mother talked about being so smart was you, and that was it, my love was sealed. I couldn't stop loving you if I tried! Not that I did!" She adds, hurriedly.

"Of course not," you agree, with a sincere smile on your face. "And I'm glad you didn't. So you watched me for all these years, up until we finally were in the same class?"

She blushes and nods. "I was amazed that we were put in the same class, and I tried very hard not to give myself away, to look too desperate."

"I don't think a girl as beautiful as you can ever look 'too desperate,'" you tell her, and she blushes. "In any case, I'm just sorry that I didn't realize you liked me back then."

"It's not your fault!" Terumi says. "I should have said or done something..." She pouts a little, angry at her past self.

You reach across the table for her hand, taking it in yours, pulling it up to your mouth and tenderly kissing the backside. Her cheeks turn red as you do. "Well, we're together now, and that's what's really important."

"I agree, Master," she says, brightening up a little. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. I know I can be a little intense," she says, her voice getting a bit smaller.

You lean over to her, tenderly kissing her on the lips. She practically moans into your mouth at the feeling, her hands hurriedly running along your biceps, lightly tracing them. Her taste is absolutely exquisite, and you pop your lips off hers, staring her dead in the eyes, her lips slightly parted. Then you speak. "We should eat the delicious food you made, since that's why we're sitting here."

"A-ah, yes, we should, Master," she agrees, hurriedly. She smiles a little to herself as she starts to dig in.

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"You're one of the most amazing girls I've ever met," you tell Terumi honestly, making her blush as you lie in bed with her. "Which is why I want to try something with you in particular that I haven't really with any other girl."

Her eyes widen, obviously enticed by the idea. "Anything you want, Master," she says, with a smile.

"Rape play. The rough kind, with the crying and the degradation and the struggling and the knowledge that if you don't resist, you'll be... well, you know."

Terumi's cheeks heat up, but she nods. "Anything you want," she says, seriously. "I'm glad you trust me to try something like this," she adds, with a smile.

"Well then," you say, and she takes your moment as what it is, nodding quickly. You get on top of her, gripping her wrists and holding her beneath you. "Bitch," you say, spitting on her face. She whimpers a little at that, struggling against you, her legs limply kicking but failing to find purchase as you take a seat on her stomach. "Stop fighting, or I'll give you a pretty little scar to match your pretty little face."

Her eyes widen and she briefly goes still, and you grab her hands, pulling them together; then you reach down for the base of her dress, yanking it upward. Except, just as it gets to her forearms, you stop, pausing for a moment to tangle it up around them, holding her arms together, restricting her movement there. Her cheeks flush with color at the utter powerlessness of her current moment, and you reach for her panties, tearing them off, ripping the fabric as you toss them aside. She swallows, staring up at you, and you drink in the moment, the sensation of power.

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Then you get between her legs, pulling out your cock. Her legs come up, trying to kick at your chest, but this time you simply grab her thighs and force them apart. "Little tease," you breathe out, making her whimper as your fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs. "Isn't this what you wanted? Some strong man to take you and put you in her place." She actually starts to cry a little, possibly from the pain of your grip on her thighs, but you don't let up. "I've been watching you for years, and I'm going to take what's mine," you say. You angle your cock at her sex and thrust inside her, making her squirm and pant. "I'm going to rape you until you like it," you say, with a sneer down at her. She whimpers in fear, eyes wide. "What? No thoughts, bitch? No pleading?"

"Puh, please," she chokes out, sounding like she's genuinely sobbing. Her cunt squeezes and milks at your cock nonetheless, as pleasure races through her system. "Please. I'm sorry for being a tease. Just please, don't rape me."

You laugh. "You're sorry for being a tease?" You say, and she whimpers. You start to fuck her properly, thrusting in and out, your fingers still digging into her thighs, her legs meekly trying to kick at you and entirely failing, her body wriggling on the bed as she struggles against her confinement. It accomplishes nothing except giving your cock a nice massage inside her. "I don't think you are. I think you're sorry being a tease is getting you raped," you say, leaning over her, finding the spot of your spit on her cheek and licking it up... then proceeding to also lick up her tears, finding them delightfully salty.

"Sorry, sorry, please, please let me go, I'll do anything," she pleads.

"You'll do anything once you're broken in," you point out, with a laugh. "Put in your place." You enunciate each word, and she shivers, orgasming on your cock, her cunt squeezing and milking you even as she struggles against you. "Looks like your body isn't a tease," you groan, as she orgasms. When she comes down, her eyes stare up at you, pleading with you, begging for mercy.

You don't give it to her, continuing to fuck her roughly, loving the mix of fear and panic and raw sexual pleasure that plays across her face as you rape her. "Your body knows where it belongs," you tell her, and her cheeks flush in humiliation. "I think you like this. I think you want this. Why else would you be coming so hard from being raped? What else could motivate you to orgasm under this kind of circumstance?" Her eyes snap shut, clenched tight as you fuck her. "No answer? That's what I thought. You were meant for this," you tell her, with a grunt, fucking her sexy body with relentless force and dominating power.

She writhes on the bed beneath you, and it doesn't take long for you to come inside her, splashing a thick load of semen in her. She whimpers as her body runs through a sympathetic orgasm, milking out every last droplet of your cum that it can get, her eyes rolling up in the process. You let go of her thighs, her legs falling down on either side of you, limp as she shakes in orgasm. Then you slap her face, forcing her eyes open, looking up at you in fear and horror. You smirk. "You're going to be my obedient cum dumpster soon enough," you tell her.

"No, please," she pleads, "anything but that."

"It's exactly that," you respond. "You should have noticed me looking at you. You should have realized I wanted you, and come to me," you tell her, as you start to fuck her again, your cock still hard inside her dripping wet cunt. She whimpers, and you slap her tits roughly. "Look at these tits, begging to be abused. You showed these off every which way, and now you're pretending you didn't know exactly what you were doing?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she says, desperation in her voice.

"Sorry isn't good enough, you bitch," you tell her, and she whimpers, writhing on your cock as she tries to struggle again, but her legs remain limp at your sides, little red marks on her thighs from your earlier grip. Either she doesn't want to incur you gripping them again, or she doesn't want to move them to avoid stimulating the sensitive spots.

Either way, you continue to pound her, fucking her, 'raping' her as she pleads and begs and cries and struggles against you, for what feels like an eternity. You ejaculate inside her again and again, splattering her needy cunt with thick gobs of cum, getting a sympathetic orgasm each time, laughing and mocking her each time, enjoying her tears and whimpers. You slap her around a bit for good measure, gripping and pinching this spot or that to make her whimper in pain and masochistic pleasure. "Bitch," you tell her, shaking your head. "You should have begged me to let you suck my dick, and now you will, when I'm done with you."

"I'm so, so sorry," she pleads, her voice almost hoarse from how often she's repeated those words.

"You will be," you tell her, sneering, before letting go inside her the last time. She bites her lower lip, whimpering, as a sympathetic orgasm runs through her body. You look down at her, her thighs stained with your cum from all the loads you've put in her, her cheeks streaked with tears and some spit from when you spat on her at various points. It's one of the sexiest things you've ever seen in your life.

You pull out, your cock flagging a little as you do, and look down at her. Her eyes seem to roll around in her head as she stares up at you, panting and drooling a little. "Thank you, Terumi," you tell her, in a gentle, soft voice, petting her. You collect some tissues from the nightstand and start to clean off her face. "I'm glad we did this together."

She smiles lightly. "Anything for you, Master," she says back. You reach up for her dress and undo the knot holding it around her upper arms, before cuddling and spooning with her and whispering countless sweet nothings and finally slipping off into slumber together, a gentle smile on both your faces.

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