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After everything Ren had been through and after every insane piece of suffering and insanity that he'd had to undergo, the idea of reliving the past year of his life shook him to his core. He didn't like the implications behind it at all, shaken by the fact the world around him was simply unaware of anything going on. He had fought so hard to overcome so many things, put an end to so much abuse. And now, he was right back where he started.
Yaldabaoth had won. Ren wasn't able to defeat the Demiurge, and in his defeat, he had been sent not to the grave, but stumbling back through time, kicked to the day he started Shujin Academy. The day where, in Ren's mind, all of this trouble began. He didn’t understand how he had done it, or what was going on, but upon running into Ann in the road, she had no idea who he was. He'd had to excuse himself and pretend he mistook her for someone else and then stumble off before Kamoshida even picked her up. Ren didn't want to see the teacher until he could get closer, until he was certain of what he needed to do. He skipped right past the commotion and avoided Ryuji and the interruption, seeking to aggressively force a hastening version of events by getting rid of him right off the bat.
It was simple; Ren believed he had the power now to do what had to be done. He'd meet up with Morgana in the metaverse himself, bust him out, get Ann and Ryuji on his side, and take down Kamoshida. Even if they didn't know who he was, they would, and with a quicker timetable and decisive targets, it wasn't going to be nearly as difficult to work himself back up to where they had been. And maybe even most importantly; if they moved fast and changed Kamoshida's heart, they could save Shiho. That was a good reason to be hasty, a good reason to move and to do something to spare her from suffering and trauma. It was a noble push, a hopeful attempt to do something to make this calm down.
So when lunch came around, Ren was ready. His fists were clenched and he set his eye on the teacher's lounge. He'd sat through class all morning in wait, planning how he wanted to do this and feeling out how he wanted to attack. It wasn't something he was sure exactly what to do though, preparing himself for a lot of the utter weirdness of these wild sweeps. He wanted to do something to make this all work out, but it was much easier said than done. He needed a plan without really having a good one, barging shamelessly forward and hoping for the best of a situation that he was wholly unprepared for, and he didn't even realize yet how badly he wasn't ready for this.
When he barged into the gym office, Ren was ready to provoke him so that he could open up his heart to infiltration. But the door swung open and he found himself shaken by a sight that absolutely nothing could have prepared him for.
"Don't be sad, you're just paying up your toll," Kamoshida said, his hand gripping Miss Kawakami's hair and holding her over his desk while he rammed into her, senselessly and shamelessly pounding her with an absolute beast of a cock. His hard thrusts shook her, rammed her forward and pushed her along his desk, before his hands yanked her back and pulled her toward his lap again. It was a harsh cycle, one built on direct brutality and a desire to break down the woman he was using. "We wouldn't want the entire school to find out you're a whore by night, would we?"
Sadayo lay over the desk with a wince on her face and a shaky sensation of pure shame and panic. She didn't know what to do with any of this, struggling to handle the flares of pressure and heat hitting her stronger. "No, we wouldn't," she said, stomach churning in shame and body trembling through the weird fever and panic of what he was doing to her. Sadayo burned with complete embarrassment, a shame sweeping through her body as Kamoshida's cock railed her. She didn't know how he found out, but he approached her weeks ago, told her he knew about her night job, and said she'd be 'keeping him quiet'. It was sickening, but she was going to need to accept this, shaking under the embarrassment and pressure of this insane mess.
"So you get to be my slut," he growled. "That's the difference. I'm not paying you for sex, you're so my slut. If I paid you, you'd be my whore." Kamoshida's every word oozed contempt and wickedness. He wasn't the least bit sensible in the pace he threw himself forward with. "What are you, Sadayo?"
The utter shame and misery with which she said, "Your slut," burned hotly through her. The agony she felt here ran deeper than what she had to put up with at work. The men who paid her money for sex were less disgusting than this, and a lot of them were not exactly the most charming or endearing men. But they didn't treat her like this. They also were typically out of shape men with average at best penises who didn't last very long.
Kamoshida wasn't. Kamoshida was a hung athlete with endurance and size to spare, his big cock challenging her and then layering onto all of that utter repulsiveness of his personality. The real personality. Not the attempts to seem like a charming and successful man he projected outward; she knew better, knew the truth, and knew he was a vile man she wanted nothing to do with. But he knew her secret, so she was going to have to let him slam into her. There was no mercy behind his efforts; he fucked with the brutal desire to push her to the limit, and all Sadayo could do was handle him.
"Get off of her!" Ren shouted. He stepped forward without really thinking about what he was doing and how bad an idea it was. He couldn't stay frozen in place and let this happen. There was something wrong here, and he was going to put a stop to it. Rushing forward, he grabbed hold of Kamoshida's arm and tugged him away from the teacher. He felt defiant. Most all, he felt strong. He'd been sent back, but his heart and his mind were still strengthened by the resolve of everything he had lived through, and he tapped into a strength he never could have had at the very start of this otherwise. "You aren't blackmailing her for money, you asshole."
Kamoshida stopped thrusting, which was Ren's first reason to be worried. As strong as Ren may have been compared to his 'past' turned present, there wasn't a lot he could do against someone as strong as Kamoshida, who effortlessly yanked him around with a hard pull of his arm. "You!" he shouted, grabbing the student by the collar and driving him against the wall. "I was hoping you'd show your face." A knee to the gut made Ren's entire body reel, the panic setting in sharply for him under the aggressive touch of a very angry Kamoshida. "I remember everything you did to me. You! You tried to stop me."
The wind being knocked out of his lungs was shock enough for Ren, but the real surprise was in Kamoshida talking about stopping him. Kamoshida should not have had any idea who Ren was, and the confusion hit him with stark, intense sweeps, his eyes widening as he looked up upon the man smirking down over him. "What are you talking about?'
"Don't lie to me. 'Phantom Thief'. Did you want to come to my castle? You should have asked for an invitation to see the king!" His eyes flared yellow, dramatic shadows filling the room. Sadayo shrieked in confusion, and Ren watched as the world around him shifted and the gym office became the grand castle bedroom. Kamoshida changed, his clothes vanishing, replaced with the boxers, crown, and big red cape that his shadow self had, and yet the real Kamoshida seemed in absolute control of it.
Real life bled into the metaverse with a power that Kamoshida should not have had. Ren understood it for what it was, but Sadayo was used to this. For the weeks of agony and blackmail he'd put her through, he regularly pulled her into wherever this was, and she became numb to the whole experience over the agonizing, weird days to come. But attacking a student was something else. "Stop that. He hasn't done anything."
"Shut up," Kamoshida said, ignoring Sadayo entirely and dragging Ren by the collar around the bedroom. "You're not going to beat the king this time. Your rebellion is over. I was given a power to make sure that you don't start up your little rebellion again, and you're going to play nicer this time." He threw Ren onto the heart-shaped bed and stared down the rebellious teen, channeling that power now into making sure that Ren wasn't going to defy him again.
Everything hit Ren quickly. Probably too quickly. His hair grew out to a long, untamed, bushy mess running down his back. His features softened. His bucked upward into the air as inch after inch gave way from his height, as his waist narrowed and his hips widened. His ass became fuller and his chest swelled. The sensations of his proportions changing were bad enough, but a realization washed over him in absolute panic that more was happening than just a change in his body shape. He was losing things he had and gaining things he didn't in their place. With a dramatic swing of Kamoshida's hand, the school uniform already straining under the changes to his body ripped off of him entirely and revealed what Ren had feared.
His body had been feminized.
A pair of plump, swollen breasts sat proudly atop a chest that lost what definition it had, leading down to a soft belly that was fit but not trim in the least, down a narrow waist and wide hips toward a virgin pussy with a tuft of black hair over it. Down soft thighs to sleek legs. It was not what Ren was ready for in the least.
"You're my bitch now," Kamoshida said. "New name: Rin. You're a girl. Everyone will know you've always been a girl now. Everyone you ever knew will know you as Rin, and they won't think twice about it." He stood over her, laughing louder as his mockery rose in intensity and greed. He had Rin compeltely powerless, and he was ready to take advantage of that. "And instead of letting you run around and cause trouble for me, I think I need to teach you some lessons." He grabbed hold of Rin's legs and forced them open. "What's your name?"
"Fuck off."
Kamoshida shook his head. "Sadayo, come feed my cock into your new student. And tell me the truth."
Kawakami trembled. "Her name is Rin," she said. Being afraid of Kamoshida was easy. Reality seemed to twist around him in ways that absolutely nothing about seemed rational. So she went along. She didn't know this student. She didn’t care. It was far more trouble to go against Kamoshida's wishes.
It was in that moment, looking at Sadayo so unflinchingly throwing him under the bus, that Ren realized just how isolating this was. Sadayo had not yet lived all the nights that Ren called her over and talked her through things, all the growth she experienced in pulling away from the people blackmailing her for money and forcing her into her night job. This Sadayo didn't know any of that and had absolutely no affection for who was in front of her. He was nobody, and Kamoshida held over her all the threats in the world.
"There it is." Kamoshida spread the legs open wider. "You're Rin. You're a girl. And you're my slut." Sadayo reached into his boxers and pulled out his monster of a prick. It was massive, making Rin tremble in embarrassment and terror, a worry building up with incredible tension. This was a lot to be faced with, a threatening flare of aggression and weirdness that was about to become way more than she could handle. The dick wasn't in Sadayo anymore, and that was a relieving realization that left her all the more willing to not worry about anything she was being prodded into, guiding the dick between her legs, holding firmly onto him.
"It's nothing personal," Kawakami said, barely above a mutter as she guided Kamoshida's kingly cock into Rin's pussy. The dark haired girl hissed at the penetration, at the feeling of the strong hands holding her legs apart and keeping her in place. Kamoshida overpowered Rin easily, and once Sadayo guided him in and helped pull him a few inches deep, his hips started in with something to prove. AN absolutely brutal desire worked back and forth, carelessly pumping into a hole receptive as could be now to his dark intentions. "It's okay. He won't hurt you as long as you do what you say."
"Except for how much it'll hurt having your virgin cunt ripped open!" Kamoshida's voice turned demonic as he started at Rin, his hips working up a quick pace immediately. The savagery behind his reckless hips and the power they expressed built up quickly, driving with ferocious intent forward and making sure that he got across an absolutely wicked intention. His huge cock wasn't something any virgin was ready to handle, and she shook under the terror and confusion of what he bore down upon her with. The punishing fire was so much more than Rin could handle, screaming out in confusion as he fucked her. As her body received his dick and struggled to handle him.
The deep thrusts did more than fill her. Her breasts bounced wildly up and down while she got used, and she deliriously struggled to make sense of her new proportions, of a body that wasn't hers and wasn't right. Try as she might to figure out what she felt and how her new form was supposed to work, all she felt was the bizarre heat weighing down on her. Her body burned. Every thrust into her wasn't simply awakening something fiery, it was consuming her, pushing against her with overbearing flares of spectacle of something that simply did not let up. Something wildly amiss and brutally ferocious kept pushing her limits. Kamoshida was out to make Rin really suffer, to struggle and shake and shiver under the bizarre sweeps of ferocious heat.
But it felt good. This shouldn't have felt so good, moans coaxed immediately out of her body. "Your new body is designed to love my cock," Kamoshida explained, drilling rougher and harder into her, refusing to slow down any of his merciless efforts. "Does it feel good?" He gripped her legs tighter and suppressed all of her most fitful thrashings, reining her in and holding her down for the purposes of using her harder, more thoroughly. With absolutely no desire to slow down or be even the least bit gentle, Kamoshida relished in her body. "I haven't used this to turn anyone else yet. You get to be my first." Kamoshida had been 'awoken' several weeks ahead of when Ren reset, and had grown used to his powers in preparation, finally, for this moment.
Rin struggled under the pressures that ensued, under the misery and heat that boiled up inside of her. Kamoshida's cock tirelessly sought to ruin her, and she didn't have any hope of resisting this, simply held down and rutted into. The pressure built harder, demanding from her something confusing, something that her new body wasn't built to handle in the least, and that burning pressure had a grand part in making her struggler for thought and for sense. She just fell deeper, a confused mess of worry and heat throbbing harder in the face of pressures demanding that she succumb. Kamoshida was trying to fuck her into submission, and all she could do to rail against it was twist and hiss and thrash under his touch, wishing for sanity to prevail while falling deeper into misery.
But the pleasure was incredible. As much as she hated it, the feeling of his huge cock ramming into her again and again did things to her body that felt otherworldly. She writhed in confusion, trying her best to understand what had been done to her body and how anyone was supposed to handle this. It burned at her thoughts, wore down her focus and reduced everything she thought she could put on a bold face for into complete ruin. She needed to fight against this somehow, needed to resist this panic. But there was absolutely no hope. The sensations it induced within her were oppressive and overbearing, pushing her harder and harder into a senseless crash toward insanity, the burning heat demanding something that she didn't understand in the least.
Sadayo hung off of Kamoshida's shoulder, clinging to his muscular body and acting as arm candy as he violated one of her students in front of him. She was too far gone, too beaten down and miserable now to care about what was happening and about how over the line this all was. There wasn't any good way to pull out of this downward spiral. The challenge kept rising, and she struggled to deal with all of it. This was excessive, burning her up harder under something she wished she was able to handle. There was no good way to deal with this feeling, no good sense in trying to avoid the crushing realization that she was totally powerless against what Kamoshida was doing to her. The pleasure he forced upon her ripped through her body and demanded something so ferocious that she didn't have a prayer of fighting it off.
"Does my cock feel good?" he asked, reaching up along Rin's body to grope at her tis and use them harder, indulging in the wild fever and aggression of something totally devoid of reason. The more he gave her, the better she felt, and he could see Rin's slow melting, her unraveling under the weight of his worst and most vicious aims. There was a thrill in pushing harder onward against all of it, a thrill in making Rin succumb to his greed and falling ever lower into complete panic, and as long as he could keep it up, there was absolutely no way to hold any of this back.
A panicked noise of acceptance got lost in Rin's throat. She felt lost to all these emotions, to the dizzy spirals and fevers of something robbing her of clarity, and as much as she tried to handle this, she didn't have a hope of it. The ferocious mistreatment took so much from her, reduced her thoughts to mush and robbed her of anything that could help her pull herself back from the brink of insanity. "No," she whined, but her body told a different story, and every ache of pleasure rushing through her expressed a readiness to fall and unravel that absolutely nothing could save.
An orgasm ripped through Rin. A shameful, intense orgasm exhausting and intense, demanding from her something she didn't want to give in to, all while the man in his robe and his crown leered over her and slammed into her harder, relishing in the chance to brutalize her to a degree that felt absolutely detached from anything resembling reason. It was miserable for Rin to take, but even worse was the feeling of her pussy pleading down around Kamoshida's cock, clenching down and begging him to cum inside of her. And he did. He slammed forward, hilting into her snug hole and pumping her absolutely full of spunk. It was insane, but a kind of insane that she found herself oddly conditioned now toward.
That first orgasm was exhausting, but Kamoshida wasn't about to slow down just because he was done with her. He grabbed Rin's long hair and yanked her off of the bed, hoisting her up and pulling her onto his cock again, impaling her down on it in a feverish bid for a rough, dominant standing fucking. "Sadayo, come lick your new student's cunt while I dominate it." His orders weren't getting any more sensible or sane. The unreasonable fire and greed behind his every effort helped reduce Rin's thoughts to much as she got bounced atop his shaft without a semblance of normalcy to it.
"It's easier if we just listen," Sadayo said, trying to play at the slightest bit of apology while still making no effort to not drop to her knees and began to fucklick the teacher and the student he raped. Her tongue dragged along the massive cock pounding out o the tight hole, then up along the pussy lips spread out so wide by Kamoshida's girth. There was so much to contend with here, and she felt worn down even trying to handle all of it, working with clumsy sweeps against the shaft that demanded her attention. She didn't hesitate or hold back, immediately falling in line and giving Kamoshida's cock the licking it deserved, accepting her position fully and giving in to the weird crushing panic that followed.
The feverish thrusts from above forced Rin up and down on Kamoshida's cock, forced to ride him with very little sense of how to make this slow down at all, thrown for a loop by the fever and madness of his brutal efforts. This was insanity, but she didn't have a hope of dealing with it, struggling harder to comprehend all the ways he was using her while wishing desperately for a way to pull herself back from the brink. "No," she said, but her voice was tense, ragged and wound up. She felt amazing, and the burning pleasures ravaged her over-sensitive body, made her feel better and made her hate what this body experienced. "No, this isn't real. I'm not--"
"You've been remade for my pleasure," Kamoshida said, cutting her off and continuing to ravage her, pounding rougher into her and demanding a pressure beyond sense. He didn't try to control himself, pushing harder and faster on, driven by a desire to completely ruin Rin. It was what she deserved for all she'd done to foil him. "You can fight it all you want, but you're going to cum your brains out every time you serve me, and you just have to deal with it!" He laughed harder, taking his wild, shameless victory lap.
This was wrong. The metaverse held around Rin, and she felt the decisively unreal atmosphere around it. It was undeniable; Kamoshida had the power to weave between his palace and reality, his distorted desires now part of the man himself in a way even more drastic than before. He was able to tap into it, and with his control over his own palace, he clearly had a power over this reality, and he abused it to warp her body and turn it into a sex toy. It burned her to the core with shame, but her body kept wriggling against his strong chest, rubbing back against a body that only exuded even more power as it made clear his ferocious potential. There was no pulling back from it, and the creeping, throbbing rush of pressure that hit was something built on a foundation of completely ripping her apart.
The deep thrusts shook her, but the tongue dragging along her twat made things worse. Sadayo's licks weren't very passionate or driven, but they acted to get the job done, efficient almost to a fault in the eyes of the poor girl struggling under all of it. Cum oozed out of RIn from the hard thrusts up into her, and Sadayo lapped at all of it, catching every drop and doing her best to serve the deepening, increasingly drastic flares of pressure and panic that did not want to let up. This was insane, but a kind of insane marked by a dark lack of restraint, senseless thrusts pounding on ever rougher and quicker. Rin couldn't handle all the pressures that kept pushing her. It was a dizzy mess, inducing raw delirium that she felt powerless against. She was weak. She was hopeless.
But he kept going. Pounding rougher and harder into her, Kamoshida ruled high. "I've never felt better. I'm back, and I'm ready to make you spend the rest of your life as my bitch. It's only fair, for the months I spent in jail! You took everything from me." The anger grew more ferocious and powerful, driven by a brutality and power that did not want to hold back. Dominating students wasn't something he had ever shied away from, but he was in a position of pure greed now, capitalizing on the fire and the passion of something built on a very simple principle of raw fire. He wanted to make sure that his point came across with brutal intensity, wanted to teach her the harsh lesson that would ensure her fullest cooperation moving forward. There wasn't going to be anything for her to do but completely unravel.
Another orgasm brewed inside of Rin. She hated every second of it, but what hope did she have? The powerlessness ran through her, cutting to her core with a trembling fire and a shame too detached from sense to make sense of. This was brutal, miserable, and it cut to the very core of what she was supposed to take. "I don't want this. Stop." Her words only made him laugh. Nothing could effectively push back against these pressures and the dawning reality of what he was doing to her. Rin was powerless and doomed to fail, doomed to sink slowly further into the sweeps of panic and brutality demanding more and more from her. "I will stop you!"
"You will fall to your knees and worship your king!" Kamoshida's voice deepened and distorted again, his slams hastening, balls smacking up against Sadayo's chin, and he was happy to push on harder, to brutalize and degrade Rin with another powerful, searing orgasm that tore through her with utterly ruinous intent. She wasn’t strong enough to resist what hit her, the senseless zeroing-in on senseless pressure that tore her swiftly asunder. She wasn't strong enough to hold back, wasn't able to resist the feeling of more of his hot, thick cum flooding her fresh and vulnerable womb. She came again, kicking and thrashing about but showing off an unwilling acceptance of things that kept tearing her asunder.
Cum oozed out of her hole, and Kamoshida happily threw Rin onto the bed. "You can fight it all you want," he snarled, "but I'm the king of the world now. You didn't stop me, and I've come back stronger." Seizing hold of Sadayo, he dragged her on top of Ren, pushing her pussy down against the student's face as he mounted her from behind and lined his cock up with her ass. "Tell her to eat you out or be expelled."
"Eat my pussy or I'll have you expelled," Sadayo said. Her voice remained automatic. Empty. She was compeltely worn down, exhausted emotionally and ready to do only whatever necessary to avoid a worse fate. So she pressed in tight against Rin's face, knowing that the only way to make this slow down was simply to act. To give Kamoshida whatever he wanted to he wouldn't destroy her life entirely.
Rin didn't know what to do with any of this, but her choices weren't plentiful. Her mouth began to sweep with hopeless, subservient gestures across the teacher's pussy, reluctantly eating her out and falling deeper into the embarrassing panic of knowing she could do nothing about this. This didn't feel good. Wasn't the chance to indulge on a long-held teacher crush that RIn had ever hoped for in a past life. It was raw, it was ugly, and it had the interruption of Kamoshida's balls wailing on her chin to remind her that everything here was simply an extension of pleasuring him and him alone.
Savage thrusts into Sadayo's ass rattled her, made her hiss and clench up and whine in confusion and panic. She struggled to hold herself together while taking the thick cock into her unprepared hole, shaky yelps of worry hitting her and challenging the tight grip with which she clutched at the sheets. This was excessive, and within its shameful excess was a brutality that Sadayo had grown numb to in her virulent disgust. She was ashamed of these pressures, sweeps of panic and weirdness that kept her succumbing deeper. The miserable normalcy with which she had come to accept these pressures became something thoroughly shameful. The misery rose, but she'd accepted it, knowing there was no point in fighting this. Knowing she just had to take this.
"It's good to be king," Kamoshida groaned, drilling rougher and faster into the tight ass that clenched down around his cock, the feverish pressure and wickedness that he was happy to push on harder through. His power was only getting rougher, more ravenous, the rising aggression coming on with absolutely no restraint or mercy to it, just the overbearing desire to wear her down and break her thoroughly. He wanted to make her completely unravel, and to drag Rin down with her. "This is all any of you are good for," he said, yanking at Sadayo's hair and pounding down harder into her, forcing her pussy down against Rin's face harder in turn.
The dominance and fire and greed that Kamoshida kept inflicting upon them both was terrifying to Rin. Even with her head delirious and a bit dizzy she could tell this was wrong, fearing what this was and how to handle all of it. Learning what being Kamoshida's victim felt like was miserable, and Rin wanted nothing more than to escape. But she kept licking. Her body lay limp and hopeless, doing nothing to act on this properly. She was less and less capable of thinking, lying on the bed with cum oozing out of her gaping pussy, delirium setting in harder. Sher didn't like this. Didn't want it. But her body was betraying her, and she found herself thoroughly compromised by the agonizing fever of what just kept ruining her.
"I own both of you. You're both my property, and I think I'm going to have a lot of fun making you both structure your lives around satisfying me!" Kamoshida's power trip was a long time coming. He wasn't even fucking Rin, but the pleasure of forcing her down and using Sadayo harder, weaponizing all of this to make Rin suffer further, became a satisfying form of fever all its own. He was able to keep up the pace, to keep using her rougher and faster, demanding something that kept tearing the girl apart and pushing her deeper into delirium and shame. There was no pulling herself out of this downward spiral now. She was lost.
Rin wanted so badly to stop this, craved more than anything to pull herself out of this downward spiral and spare herself the embarrassment. But she kept giving in, kept being taken and ravaged and ruined, licking her teacher's pussy and surrendering with far less resistance than she should have had in her. She was stronger than this, wasn't she? She had to be. She was desperate to prove that fact, but her struggles only felt weaker, and the helplessness pushed her harder into a state where she was just powerless against this. Doomed to fail. Doomed to fall. Her crash was going to be tremendous, and she could do nothing to stop it. The churning shame and pressure simply wore her down and pushed to the limit.
With one last, hard slam into Sadayo's ass, Kamoshida fired off a load deep into her ass, made her hiss and thrash and shiver under the burning embarrassment, wishing she was able to make this stop but feeling the delirious pulls down wear at her thoughts. She wasn't able to deal with this, wasn't able to handle this. She came hard, gushing all over Rin's face and making a sticky mess of her face. "Fuck!" she gasped. Her body had also been conditioned to love this, to surrender to the pleasure, and she was just as embarrassed and furious, but just as powerless. The convulsing fire and passion of her body coming undone was a terrifying thing for Rin to behold, and she realized that there was going to be even more insanity yet to be taken by.
"Now it's time for my dick to get sucked," Kamoshida said, yanking back from Kawakami's ass and pulling off the bed again. "Teach your student to suck a dick properly. I'm sure even a disgusting whore teacher like you can teach that much."
"You don't need to put up with this," Rin whined. She wished she could make Sadayo understand.
"I do," was all she said, grabbing Rin by the hair and moving to follow his orders. She pulled Rin to her knees in front of Kamoshida, still compeltely powerless and subservient, moving her into position and grabbing tight hold of her. "Take his dick your hand and lick it."
Rin shook her head. She didn't want to do any of this. She was embarrassed, humiliated, completely divorced from sense. She wanted so badly to do something to pull back from all this chaos and accept the reality crushing down upon her. But she was forced. Kawakami's hand in her hair pushed her forward, and against her will, she tarted to lick along the sides of Kamoshida's cock, her hand grasping it and pumping guiltily along his length. She didn't want to do this, didn't like doing this, but the pressure imposed upon her wasn't something she had the strength to fight off. This was an insanity marked by her need to crash, and she just wasn't capable of arguing against these feelings. She felt lost to it, felt completely cut off from reason, and all she was able to do was give up deeper to this.
Her mouth fumbled against the cock. She had no experience with sucking dick, and this was a tremendously endowed one to deal with. Her struggles were plain before her, but she had to do what she could, fumbling into the chaos and weirdness of trying to satisfy him. She didn't want to, but the heavy emphasis of the doom over her head threatened her. Kamoshida controlled this place, and she feared reprisal, which proved an effective and forceful reason to push harder and fumble her way into this. She was powerless to do anything in the face of this; she was doomed to give in harder, to sink into the ravenous embrace of a pressure tearing through her and wanting only for her complete submission.
"Now take him into your mouth." Kawakami sounded bored and detached while teaching Rin how to suck dick. Her heart wasn't in it and she dragged her feet through every word, shaking her head and trying her best not to think too much about how insane this all was. "Suck on it."
"Please, we can fight him, the Metaverse isn--gack glurk glurk glug!" The rude interruption of Kamoshida's cock ramming its way down her throat kept Rin from talking and continuing to profess her hopes for this to stop.
"I'm tired of this, I have ways to make you cooperate, and ways to punish you for being a stingy cunt." Kamoshida's powerful hips wasted no time in getting thrusting again by necessity, ramming forward to brutalize Rin's throat and push her into a state of pure delirium and panic. "You're mine. You belong to me. Stop fighting this." Fucking Rin's mouth was the only way to get what he wanted now, and he took great delight in this punishing fever, in using her harder and seeking something that might unravel her completely. The demoralizing fever and confusion of what kept hitting her was something truly miserable, truly senseless. She wished for something that might pull her back from these depths of confusion, but she couldn't. She was stuck here, wishing for something that might help her.
Instead, she got to feel the fullest extent of his huge cock past her lips. His balls slapped even harder against her chin in this position, and she could feel the fullest, worst extent of his brutality. There was no good sense in pulling back from this, and she was powerless against it, wishing for something that might save her from these pressures, that might save her from this misery. She gagged on him, struggling for air and struggling to make sense of how ferocious this was all getting. Kamoshida visibly didn't care how much pressure he forced upon her, how rough he got or how much she struggled to breathe. He was after Rin's ruin, and Rin's only choice was to learn the harsh lesson of exactly how brutal he was ready to be to get there.
Drool bubbled and dripped down from her lisp and from the massive cock pulling its way viciously back from her mouth before ramming back down. Rin had never fathomed such monstrous disrespect, and the brutality it imposed upon her was something she was losing ground to, more and more dizzy and confused buy the ways he was ready to tear her asunder. There was no sense to nay of this, and the panic escalated into a senseless sweep of pressure so bizarre that she couldn't process it. Her mouth was being used for the wicked aims of a man ready to make her suffer, and suffer she did. The confusion built, and with every slam forward, Kamoshida imposed just a bit more brutality over her, trying to break her down.
Would she break? She didn't know. Maybe Rin was already broken. Maybe she was compeltely lost to the control and ferocity of something as messy and as wicked as could be, but she wasn't able to fight it. She was stuck here, struggling harder to comprehend the things ripping her apart, the growing confusion that cut to the heart of the issue and reduced her thoughts to mush. What Rin did know was that Kamoshida's victory seemed harsher and more assured than she wanted anything to do with, and every second of her steady descent left her just that little bit less able to deal with any of this. But it didn't matter; the pressure and heat and greed was simply too insane to handle, and she was powerless against it. Hopelessly locked in place and lit up by the demanding fire of something much too brutal to pull herself back from.
Kamoshida came down her throat without a second of restraint or sense. The quivering, bucking fire pushed her into a state of weirdness and delirium where all she really knew what to do was take it. Cum spurted down her throat, and the churning revulsion burning through her mingled with the muted, dizzy anger that should have been a stronger force within her, but it fell off and twisted into unraveling panic. She didn't have it in her to remain animated and furious, victim to the compromising heat between her legs. She felt good. Felt needy and wanton, as if the real solution was to be taken even harder this time. Herpes begged to be filled, and as Kamoshida's cock withdrew form her throat, she found herself whimpering in confusion, guilty, confused, not wanting to consider the reality brewing between her legs.
But Kamoshida was done. "I can fuck for days and it'll only feel like an hour in the real world," he explained. "But I want you to be left with that. You don't get any more cock for the day, bitch. Let's see how you do." He turned away, and the room changed back. Reality slipped back in, and everything changed. Rin was on her knees, now wearing a female Shujin Academy uniform. She was still a girl, which did not make her feel any better about this, forcing her to tremble in shame and confusion. Kawakami was dressed again. Kamoshida wore his normal clothes, tucking his cock away. "Get out of my office. I'll see you tomorrow."
Rin didn't know what she was doing, but she didn't feel like she could do anything about it. She stumbled up to her feet and simply ran away. She fled, burning with shame and confusion. She couldn't look at Kawakami. She couldn’t live with nay of this. She just had to flee. Had to run away and sort things out again.
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A knock came to the door after school. Kamoshida had left Rin alone since lunch the day before, but he knew immediately who it was. he opened the office door and stared down the blushing, nervous wreck of a girl standing before him. Rin stared down at the floor, her chest straining against her uniform, the dizzying pressures all leaving her fully compromised and unable to think clearly. But her thighs were rubbing together. She was obviously lost.
"You want it," Kamoshida said. That was all he needed to say.
She did. She hated it. Rin wanted so badly not to. She'd masturbated for hours the night before, even tried to fuck herself in the bathrooms during lunch. But she couldn't shake an unquenchable horniness consuming her. "I want it," she whined. This was misery.
A thumb pushed into her mouth, and Kamoshida pushed her to her knees right in the doorway to his office. Rin feared he was going to fuck her right out here and make a spectacle of it. But he just held her there, staring her down. "This time, things are going to be very different," he said, yanking her into his office, slamming the door, and throwing her over his desk, ready to reign as king.