Anyone With Any Sense Had Already Left Town - Kyoko reward story

"Rise and shine," came a sharp voice, Kyoko stirring with confusion out of the weird, foggy delirium that had taken her. Had she been asleep? No, she was snooping around the dorms. She was trying to find a clue. So why was everything dark? Her eyes slowly opened, and the answer before Kyoko was not something that she felt ready to face: a big, fat cock smacked her back and forth in the face, and standing over with her hands on her hips, Junko did not look happy. "Snoop around too much and get punished," she said.

Everything snapped back into focus quickly for Kyoko. She had been peering around Junko's dorm room, not trusting any of her classmates, and she had found the beginnings of a lead in here, before everything went down. Now she knew why; her arms were cuffed behind her back and she slowly pulled herself back to consciousness and reality knowing that she was going to have to do something about this. "You're involved in this."

"Don't care, shut up," Junko said, pushing her foot against Kyoko's shoulder and driving her to the floor. "You won't care soon, either. I pumped you full of something special while you were asleep, and I have a new mystery to uncover. Can you turn a detective into a pleading, fuck-drunk cunt in three loads?"

Junko's words made no sense to Kyoko, partly because she was still a bit too dizzy to really grasp what they even meant, but as Junko slammed down into Kyoko's pussy without even a shred of warning, things made a bit more sense to Kyoko. Not in ways she wanted things to make sense, though; a sudden, searing rush of heat came over. Her pussy felt sensitive to the point of it all not feeling real, and she let out a mad shriek as the fashionista pinned her down and began her absolutely ruthless rutting.

"An aphrodisiac!" Kyoko gasped, putting the pieces together, still none the clearer about how she was supposed to handle being fucked so hard and so deep, but that wasn't something she felt she could really deal with now. This was insane, but she felt like she just had to accept it, had to feel the deepest, most brutal attentions wear down her thoughts in a downright delirious mess of panic. "I won't break. I know you're responsible for everything that's happened to us, and no criminal can make me feel good!"

"Not just an aphrodisiac, you dumb bitch. I pumped you full of drugs that ramp up your sensitivity and make every orgasm you experience feel like you've gone to heaven. But you're only going to hell." She sneered and reached into Kyoko's jacket, tugging her top up and starting to grope her while keeping up the merciless pace on her body. "You're mine now. You aren't going to get one over on me. You aren't going to reveal anything, because you are going to break down and submit!"

The wicked slams down into her pussy made Kyoko's thoughts reel. She was definitely in deeper than she'd initially realized, and she loathed the utterly immediate way that her body began to shift and squirm and wriggle through these brutal confusions. Despair was going to set in harshly on her, and she didn't like the way that it was taking her, the utterly embarrassing fervor with which this all became real. Junko's fat cock hit her deep and hit her in ways she was completely powerless to fight, and she didn't know what to do with it, but she knew she didn't trust it at all. she was far too busy trying to contain even a semblance of sense now to handle any of that.

"You overestimate yourself." Kyoko hissed in refusal and rebellion, not totally certain of herself even still, but she felt like she had to do something to stand up in the face of these confusions, to fight off the creeping sense of despair that felt downright inevitable as she was filled with every inch of a cock ready to destroy her. "And underestimate how much I hate criminals." But her breath was tightening. Her entire body clenched up and a sense of creeping heat washed over her that was not easy to contain. She wanted to be stronger than this, but her body was not as willing to fight this as her mind tried to be.

Junko laughed it all off. The fastest and most effective way to prove herself was just to fuck Kyoko stupid, so she kept on track to do exactly that. Each reckless slam down into her was built on pure aggression. "Don't think I don't hate you too," Junko said. "That's why I don't want you to die. I want to break in front of me, make those pretty little eyes roll up into your head as it goes all empty and your brain shuts down. And then, you'll be my cock-hungry puppy forever. You get to live such a worse fate than everyone else who has to die!" She was merciless, brutal, driven by a desire to completely ravage and ruin Kyoko. It was all so much crueler than the mere act of trying to get rid of someone.

That sounded horrific, but as much as she wanted to contain herself and fight this off, Kyoko felt the squeeze of her pussy down around Junko's cock, felt the tiresome heat of something twisted and wanton taking her. She didn't want this, and she remained persistent in trying to fight it, trying to shove back against the wicked pressures demanding her complete cooperation. She refused to give it, straining and gritting her teeth while taking that hung cock down balls deep into her with each slam. She couldn't do a damn thing about this, feeling Junko's balls smacking against her ass and pounding away at her.

It felt so good, though. Her body burned with the tingling joy and the searing thrill of something just a little bit more wanton than she was really ready to admit. Kyoko did not want to confront the sweeps of pressure and panic taking hold of her, and she wished she was better prepared for how thoroughly it was out to ruin her. All while she took her deep. Junko's cock hit her in ways that could have felt so good normally, and when drugged up out of her mind were absolute ecstasy, but her hate remained the consistent wedge to save her from all of this panic.

"You are so fucked!" Junko cackled wildly while watching every last bit of uncertainty and terror play out in Kyoko's face. She looked so terrified to give in, fighting off the inevitability of something ready to destroy her, and she seemed completely unable to contain it. She was doomed from the start, but the way she fought against the pleasure taking her without even knowing how to deal with it. Victory seemed assured for Junko already, but that didn't keep her from taking on the most reckless and blistering pace in pursuit of really making it count.

The pleasure that tore through Kyoko as she came was otherworldly. She shrieked in wild panic, confusion making her legs kick up and wrap around Junko's waist on pure instinct. She hated it, riding this out and struggling to pull herself back, to avoid giving in quite so drastically to this mess, but she wasn't able to deal with it, wasn't capable of resisting. It felt tremendous, and as Junko creampied her pussy, it only ramped up. She screamed in mad satisfaction, a weird and chaotic joy tearing through her body without sense or control, and she was powerless against all of it, ready to come undone and accept the pleasures that completely undermined her entire being.

Kyoko felt delirious. Her entire body burned so bright, pussy squeezing around Junko's cock to beg it for more, and she wasn't able to pretend she was strong enough to resist this. She just didn't yet realize how badly she had it. Babbling in confusion and trying to bite down on her moans, this was already too much for Kyoko to take.

"That's one down. If you handle two more orgasms without breaking, I might even set you free!" Junko laughed, pulling out of Kyoko and letting the cum ooze out of her, before grabbing her and throwing her onto her bed. She shoved her face-down into the sheets, her round butt bent over the edge and perfectly positioned to be smacked. Junko rammed back into her pussy with a vengeance, ready to pound her way into something too reckless to fathom.

The cock felt even better sliding into her this time. Kyoko screamed out in joy, wishing she was able to fight this, but the drugs took their course. The initial sensitivity increase was bad enough, but it was nothing compared to the madness of beign pushed over the line by these growing confusions, by a ferocious spectacle that she didn't have a prayer of handling. But there she was, being subjected to worse and worse, taking this cock harder and wondering how to contain any of it.

Junko pushed her face down into the bed but twisted her grip into her hair to apply firmer pressure against her scalp. The utter madness that she was after became an even grander affair, and Junko wanted every motion of her body to emphasize the molten chaos she was capable of pushing upon her with. It was insanity, and the chance to feed deeper into it was only making her feel better, only bringing on a greater sense of chaos and fever. Junko's cock filled her up and sent her dizzily soaring into ecstasies too high to make any sense of, pulling her further and further down with no sign of slowing.

"This can't be real." Kyoko refused to believe she could be so weak, that she could feel so good. her thoughts spiraled hotter out of control, and she struggled against the bizarre heat that continued to pull her deeper. This didn't make any sense, and she wanted so badly to resist all of this, to fight off the growing confusion that drove her further into burning heat. "No. No! I won't break." She had to fight this. Stubborn to a fault, she insisted and demanded resistance. she was stronger than this. She knew she was. She could resist whatever this was, and she was going to prove it.

But Junko's cock kept filling her up. She wasn't nearly as strong as she believed she was. Each slam down rattled her thoughts, plunged her further into a senseless, pulsing heat too merciless to fathom. This was a war of attrition, but Kyoko mounted no offense, struggling to even begin making sense of these feverish sensations. It was too much. she wanted it to stop, but she was only being taken for a ride, only plunged deeper into the insane depths of hopelessness that continued to rip her asunder. All while her pussy squeezed down around Junko's cock and thanked her for it.

"You're going to spend the rest of your life as a cock addicted, drooling mess of a bitch who is completely submissive to me, and you're going to like it!" She demanded respect, demanded fear. Every slam forward rocked the poor girl to her core. Kyoko struggled against her handcuffs, but she could barely even speak with her face getting rubbed against the mattress; with her hands, she still wasn't going to have the leverage to fight this off and she knew it, on some mortified level.

Kyoko really, really wanted to fight this. Wanted to be better than what was hitting her, and she was powerless against the twisted fever of what continued to wear her down. She begged for clarity but received only brutality, and Junko's cock was rapidly pushing her to another orgasm, to another sweeping height of crushing desire and ecstasy that robbed her of anything but her most base understanding. The eclipsing of all reason brewed within her, another orgasm coming closer, approaching fast and harsh and with the threatening intensity that she knew would soon be her complete undoing.

With a brutal slam forward, Junko fired off another load into her, groaning loudly and expressing something as brutal and as merciless as she could muster. Her body kept hammering forward, demanding pure greed and a fever that completely rattled Kyoko to her core. This orgasm was as tremendous as it was brutal, sending her head spinning into new frontiers of delirium as she learned just how insane it could be to give in. Her eyes went cross and her entire being burned. Kyoko learned the hard way what pure insanity awaited her if she was giving in to it, and she didn't feel like she could possibly contain herself in the depths of madness that followed.

"It's so good!" Kyoko's shrieks of confusion and mad fire reduced her thoughts to mush. She understood none of this, a trembling wreck so compeltely devoid of reason that she wasn't sure she could properly contain any of it. She just felt like she was drowning. Her thoughts shut down and her entire body burned hotly, tongue rolling out of her mouth and a very sudden blankness hitting her. She didn't understand it. She didn't need to. Kyoko fully understood, without any necessity for more, the complete depth of insanity that took her.

She was ready.

Junko smacked her across the face and yanked it up from the sheets. "How do you feel?"

"More," was all Kyoko could whine. It came out pathetic. Dizzy. She was a level of shame and confusion that she didn't know how to control. It was pure madness.

"Holy shit, already?" Junko rolled Kyoko over and stared at her. The fuck drunk expression plastered across her face was undeniable. "You only took two! I gave you three. I was so sure it would three, but you're even weaker than I thought. What a slut!" She yanked Kyoko off of the bed and back to her knees, pushing her dick into her face. "What do you want?"

"Cock." Kyoko stared up at her, aimless, dizzy, and before she had even finished saying it, she was rubbing her cheek against Junko's dick. She didn't have use of her hands, but it didn't matter. She began to lick all over it, slobbering along the shaft before her that so thoroughly deserved her deepest attentions. "Want cock."

"I love it when I fuck a girl so stupid she can't use sentences." Junko watched Kyoko lapping all over her shaft, admiring the drooling state of pathetic submission taking her. It was almost too good to be true. "Two orgasms. It took you only two orgasms to turn into this."

With a whimper, a giggle, and a completely fuck-addled whine, Kyoko took Junko's dick into her mouth, sucking it down deep and throwing herself into the hopeless abandon and chaos of letting go. She was too far gone to care about controlling herself, slurping loudly on the fat shaft she was tasked with tending to. She understood the very simple fact that she needed to give in to this, and nothing else was going to help her. Back and forth her head bobbed in steady obedience, ready to completely surrender.

The cock that broke her tasted so good. Salivating at the flavour of her own cunt on the heavy, potent cock, Kyoko saw everything differently, dizzily sinking into the warmth and the satisfaction of just letting it go. She felt oddly ready for it, elated by the pressures that followed, by the warmth and the devotion of a pleasure too intense want to help, and she felt like she just had to give up. She sucked it down deeper, taking Junko into her throat, accepting that she needed every inch of it she could get past her lips, and if there was nay inch that hadn't passed it, she was a failure who needed to try harder.

"I'm going to like this new side of you. The drugs totally rewire you into a complete slut. I might keep you all to myself, but maybe I can give you as a consolation prize. Your body can do a lot of work for me." She laughed, yanking at Kyoko's hair and forcing her to throat her cock just that little bit deeper. She was unashamed and unafraid. Everything she did was a pull into pure ruin, a chance to wear down at a girl already too broken to help herself, and it was almost too good to be real.

But it was real. Cross-eyed and compeltely devoted, Kyoko served with her mouth, ready to show Junko every bit of the pleasure she deserved, praising her thoroughly and showing off the deepest, most unshakably hot devotions she was capable of embracing. This was everything to her now, her panic gone, her anger melted away. Every reason she had come in here and mistrusted Junko was replaced with a ravenous addiction to her huge dick and to the pleasure that came from giving up to it all. As long as she had that, why would Kyoko possibly want anything else?

Junko groaned, ached, bucked back and forth before finally, with a hot groan, firing her load right down the detective's throat. Overjoyed, Kyoko drank it down, moaning around the dick and holding tight, spasming throat clenching around it and milking every last drop out. Kyoko felt accomplished. Felt happy. She made Junko cum, like she was supposed to. That's what she was good for, and the creeping warmth and joy that overwhelmed her was just what she needed. She wasn't going to be a problem to Junko ever again; she was only going to be the perfect toy and plaything for her mistress. The detective had become the criminal's plaything, and soon to be a piece in further spreading despair.

Truly, a fate she would have hated much more than death. Just like Junko promised.