Momo sighs as she looks down at her study notes, perfectly arranged and neatly decorated, whilst going over the key points of class that their teacher had gone over earlier in the day. She always found a kind of peaceful enjoyment in studying; it helped clear her mind and keep her focused on what she needed to do in the future, but tonight, it simply wasn't working as well as she had hoped it would.
She doubts that she's the only one whose mind keeps circling back to the incident in the playground after they had gone shopping; logically she knows that such a traumatising incident would play on the mind of anybody that experienced it, and that she shouldn't be annoyed with her mind's insistence on combing it over, or the sore pangs her body sometimes gave when thinking about the pain she'd been put through.
But the thing that's annoying her most about the way her brain refuses to let go of the experience in the playground is the fact that it isn't exactly focusing on pain, or the way she'd been humiliated, and her friends had been assaulted. No, instead, her damned brain is focusing on the fact that she had orgasmed more than once from her own bat being shoved up her ass and her pussy being played with, whilst her mouth was used as a personal cock sleeve.
It was entirely crass and horrendous to even think about, but it made her stomach heat up with lust and her hand stray down underneath her underwear when she was alone late at night in her dorm room, regardless. She shouldn't like what was done to her, she shouldn't, and yet she's here, privately making larger and larger toys to fill herself up with whilst doing her best to keep quiet so that her dorm neighbours don't hear her whimpering and moaning as she spreads herself wide on two toys at once.
Bouncing her knee to try and disperse some of the energy in her system, Momo knows that she needs to do something. Speak to someone, try and figure out just why she's so fixated on what happened to her, but the thought of that makes dread fill her stomach and her face heat with humiliation. It's strange, that she can logically assert that there's nothing wrong with asking for help, yet she can't make herself take her own advice.
It's just then that her phone pings on her desk, the screen lighting up as the app that she used to lock it whilst she was studying times out, and it can finally give her notifications again. That was definitely the ping of getting a message through to her texts, but it's late enough that she knows that none of her friends would be texting her, unless it happened to be something serious, so with a frown creasing her brows, Momo picks her phone up.
There's a picture message from an unsaved number, and she sighs, hoping that it was just a wrong number message instead of the scams that have been going around lately, but she can't deny that she's curious, so she unlocks her phone. Surely looking wouldn't be too bad? They couldn't really do anything as long as she didn't click on any fishy links, so Momo opens up her messaging app and taps on the new conversation.
She'd been right, it was a wrong number message, but the picture that she'd been sent and the message it came with made her frown as she looked closer, analysing just what was going on. The image that had been sent to her is of a young boy in a clearly handmade costume, his hand lifting open a window, his foot placed on the window sill, showing him clearly making to enter the house, probably nefariously. Even just the image alone is enough to have her frowning in concern, but the caption that came with it has her standing up from her chair, ready to take action.
In the caption there's an address and then a request saying to meet him - most likely the boy in question - at the place to case it out before taking what they wanted.
Momo knew that such petty criminal activity tended to happen in the city, but to be directly involved in it - albeit not under her control - via a message sent to the wrong number? Well, she had an address to go to, and whilst she would normally escalate this up to the higher-ups in the school or send a screenshot to a teacher and get it reported to the proper authorities, it was late, and she had an opportunity to stop a crime in progress.
She's still in her hero outfit from the last period mock-up of a rescue situation, and whilst she'd rather not go out without showering, time is of the essence. Slipping her phone into a hidden pocket she'd had sewn in on her costume, Momo presses her ear to her dorm door to make sure that there's no one outside patrolling the corridors to make sure students are staying in.
She's anxious about leaving when she's not supposed to, but it's for a good purpose, but also… is it wrong to say that she's kind of excited? She's never done anything like this before, and it's setting off a tingle in her tummy, not unlike the feeling she gets when facing off against an opponent during training. Making her way out of the school is easier than she had anticipated it being, and Momo frowns as she looks back at the campus of UA, wondering if she shouldn't tell the teachers so that they know, but for now, she needs to make her way to the address listed in the message.
As she's making her way there, her phone buzzes a couple more times, but she's focused. The address is in the local area, and she's made sure that she's familiar with all the backstreets and nooks and crannies in the area, so that she can be a more vigilant hero when she graduates, and boy, is it helping her tonight. The house in question is down a backstreet that isn't too dark, but it's a little out of the way of the amenities in the city, a purely residential area, so Momo feels pretty fine in going to make sure that there isn't any trouble going on.
It's not deserted like that playground usually is.
Shaking her head, Momo makes her way to the house, and the first thing she notices is that yes, the window that the picture had been sent of, with the boy about to climb inside, has been left open. Shaking her head, Momo wonders if all villains she's going to face down in her career are going to be this sloppy. It's just too easy!
Hiking her leg up, Momo ducks under and gets inside of the house, and it's clear from the way that the house is sparkling clean yet organised that it hasn't been lived in for a little while. It isn't dusty, though, so she can only assume that the owners might be on holiday or something similar, perhaps staying with family and leaving their main home unoccupied. All the more reason to make sure that the villain targeting the property is taken care of neatly and quickly, so that they can come back to their home and not notice that there had been an altercation!
Quietly making her way through the house, she notes that there are footprints from shoes throughout the house, and she grimaces. But at least, it gives her a direction to follow her villain, and he's made his way up the stairs, most likely to case out any hidden hiding spots for valuables in the bedrooms or closets up there. Making her way up the stairs, Momo does her best to step on the sides of the stairs, so that they don't creak under her weight, and she manages to make her way up the stairs relatively quickly and quietly, smiling to herself at her success.
There's noise coming from what Momo assumes to be the master bedroom, and she tiptoes across the upstairs hallway as she makes her way over, and then, she lays eyes on her target. The boy's outfit is amateurish, but it's not flashy, and she can't deny it works well as a disguise… if he didn't leave his face and head completely uncovered. He's got tanned skin and fluffy blond hair, quite a rarity, and Momo knows that those identifiable features would be his downfall.
Clearing her throat as she walks into the bedroom, the little boy villain freezes before turning around, and Momo allows herself to grin as his eyes go wide as he looks at her.
'Wow, what's someone as hot as you doing hitting up houses? Wild that we decided to hit the same place,' he says, an easy smile coming across his face, and Momo frowns, folding her arms beneath her breasts.
'I'm not casing out anything, I've come to stop you.' she says, shifting her weight, making sure that she's ready to move if the kid decides to make a break for it.
'Huh?'
'You sent your message to the wrong person, I'm a hero in training, and I'm here to stop you, so put your hands up and make sure you comply.'
The boy grimaces and drops the bag of items he'd been stuffing full only moments prior, but instead of complying, he darts towards her and tries his best to sweep her legs out from under her, but Momo isn't stupid, and she summons a bat with her quirk - doing her best to not let herself think of the last time she did that in a fight situation - brandishing it against the boy.
What the boy does instead, though, is something Momo wasn't expecting, and definitely wasn't prepared for. He drops to the floor and slides himself between her legs, coming up behind her, and before Momo can turn to get a good look at what he's doing, she's being struck over the head heard enough for the world to go dark for a moment, before she collapses to the floor of the bedroom, eyes closing as she passes out.
Momo blinks blearily as she comes back to, wondering where she is for a moment before the memories come flooding back, and she moves to sit up-right, but groans as she pulls against restraints. Come to think of it, she's not on the floor of the bedroom like she would be if she hadn't been manipulated whilst she was passed out, instead, her arms and legs are restrained to the bed in the master bedroom, and she's lay out on top of the mattress, sheets kicked down to the foot of the bed.
Looking around the room, Momo notices that the boy is stuffing some more items into the sack that he';d been carrying when she had originally confronted him, except that now, it's much fuller looking. He turns around, and his face lights up with a grin as he notices her looking at him. He ties the end of the bag off and leaves it, making his way to the bottom of the bed so that he can look down at her fully, and Momo grimaces as she tugs her arms and legs against the restraints to no avail, completely unable to free herself.
'I'm glad you woke up, I didn't want our first date to go that badly,' the boy says, pushing his hair back off his face, and Momo frowns, wondering what the hell the boy is talking about. The boy climbs up on top of the bed, and he's now kneeling between her spread legs, looking down at her with a smile on his face, and Momo notices with a drop of her stomach, that he's looking her body up and down.
No, surely not… not again. Momo ignores the fact that the feeling in her stomach wasn't entirely one of dread, some anticipatory tingle that makes her want to curse her own brain, and as the boy shifts closer to her on the bed, Momo braces herself for pain, or another similar blow like the one she received to the head. What she gets instead, however, is a gentle touch of two hands tracing over her stomach and moving to her sides, almost ticklish, as the boy between her legs sizes up her figure with his hands.
Now that he's closer to her and not posing an immediate threat, Momo can get a better look at him, and she can't deny that some part of her likes what she sees. He's in a black jumpsuit that covers pretty much his entire body from neck to ankle, but the fact that it's tight leaves little of his figure to the imagination, outlining his lithe and athletic figure against the dark backdrop of the bedroom they're in.
'You're beautiful, miss,' comes the boy's voice, and Momo can't help the way her cheeks turn a light pink as she blushes and looks away, 'no, seriously! I don't think I've seen a girl as lovely as you before,' he insists, his hands grasping her waist as his thumbs smooth over her stomach, clearly wanting to touch her more, but holding himself back.
She shouldn't be entertaining his compliments, but her body is longing for something like the playground again, especially if it would be a little less violent, and she could focus on the physical sensations being visited upon her instead of worrying about her friends. This boy seems to be quite obsessed with her, and looking down at his body, Momo finds herself embarrassingly transfixed on one particular thing.
His costume being so tight against his body is highlighting the fact that the boy is clearly aroused looking down at her and feeling her body up, the bulge of his cock straining against the tight fabric in a way that shouldn't look as good as it does. Momo feels herself getting wet just looking at the bulge of his cock, clearly pretty sizeable despite his slim figure and young age, and she wonders just how well that could fill her up if she let him have his way with her.
'What can I call you?'
Momo surprises herself with the question, and the boy looks shocked momentarily before smiling down at her, 'Does that mean you're willing to give this a try? You can call me Akio.'
'Akio… you can call me Momo,' Momo looks up at the boy, and yeah, she can get the reasoning behind the name, whether it's his actual name or one hie chose for himself to hide his actual identity whilst doing… less than legal things. His tan skin and his blond hair, along with his pretty lithe but still masculine figure, just makes the moniker make sense. She hopes that in at least telling her his name, that he would be a little kinder to her, more so than her previous experiences, at least.
'Momo, huh?' Akio's hands trail down to press against her wide hips, 'does that mean you've got a cute peachy butt?'
Momo blushes and splutters, trying to protest, and then Akio is grabbing her hips and flipping her over, her restraints twisting as she's turned. The hushed swear that comes out of Akio's mouth, seemingly entirely on instinct, makes her cheeks colour even further as his hands immediately come to playing with her ass.
'Fuck, it's massive, you're just walking around like this? Those boys at the academy are lucky they get to see this every day,' Akio's hand draws back, and then he's spanking her ass, and the impact makes Momo moan, more out of shock than any actual pain, as the blow was light and only meant to make her ass jiggle to emphasise just how large it is. She's always had quite the voluptuous figure, and some of the girls in 1-A and other classes had expressed jealousy, but she couldn't help the way she was born.
The way Akio's hands are kneading at the jiggly flesh of her ass is almost hypnotic and soothing if it weren't so arousing, making her pussy throb in her hero costume as she lays there, restrained and at Akio's mercy. She can't deny the arousal that's moving through her body, even if ultimately, she doesn't want to be tied up and used like a toy, her body completely at the mercy of someone who doesn't care for getting her permission. Deep down, there's something about the helplessness that sets her off, but Momo isn't entirely too eager to dig into what that exactly means.
Akio's hands tug at the bottoms of her hero suit, and Momo blushes as she lifts her hips so that he can tug them aside to expose her hole and her pussy, her arousal bared to him in a way that means she can't deny that looking at his body and feeling his hands on her own body have got her wound up and dripping wet. Akio moans as his hands withdraw, and Momo turns her head the best she can to get a look at what he's doing.
He's palming the bulge of his cock through his jumpsuit, and Momo's eyes are fixated on the way the bulge of his cock looks through his jumpsuit as he does so, practically hypnotised by the size and shape of it, before Akio manages to stop himself and withdraw his hands. They go behind his back, and then the tightness of his jumpsuit slackens, the sound of a zip loud in the quiet bedroom as he undoes it, ready to shed his jumpsuit off and get to fucking Momo as much as he can.
As the jumpsuit sags away from Akio's chest, it falls a little, and Momo can see that just from the line of his shoulders and the way his collarbones look that he's pretty muscular for his young age, and she can't help the way she licks her lips looking at him, anticipating just what he looks like underneath that tight black suit.
Akio brings his arms back away from the zip in the back of his suit, and then he's peeling the suit away from his arms, showing off lithe muscles that make Momo feel a little tingle in her stomach. No wonder he'd been able to flip her on the bed as easily as he did, and no wonder he'd been able to get her onto the bed in the first place after he'd taken her down.
He then strips the bodysuit away from his chest, showing off a slim chest and a lithe stomach, with just the first hint of abs, and for some reason, it's this that makes Momo realise just how young Akio is. It was easy enough to ignore that his voice is higher than that of her classmates, and that he's pretty short and called her "miss" instead of something else when he'd first gotten a look at her, but now it's obvious, and instead of feeling anything appropriate, it simply makes her pussy throb.
Akio strips the bodysuit down past his pelvis, and Momo swallows as she finally gets a good look at his cock, and fuck, it's huge for such a young boy. Long and thick, with a smooth, hairless base and tight balls that make Momo swallow heavily. She'd always kept her desires hidden from her classmates, only took to pleasuring herself when she was sure that no one would know or be able to tell, but now all of that repressed desire is roaring up into her system, first tapped into at the playground and now being fully unlocked by Akio and his body, even if she knows she doesn't actually want this.
Akio tips his head back with a sigh as he grasps the base of his cock and strokes himself, the size of his hand compared to the size of his cock almost comical, each stroke long and teasing, making Momo want to feel that length inside of her, pressing against her every sensitive spot and driving her insane. Maybe, if she was lucky, he would want to play with her ass as well, and she wouldn't have to embarrass herself by asking for it like a complete and utter whore. Momo blushes as she realises just what she's thinking, and shakes her head to snap herself out of her thoughts, but her body doesn't entirely agree with the fact that Momo keeps telling herself that this is rape. Her asshole clenches down around nothing as she can't help but think about how it would feel to be spread wide on Akio's fingers and cock, either his fingers in her hole and his cock in her pussy, or the other way around, completely plugged up and use.
Shifting closer to her on his knees, Momo stops looking at Akio and turns her head back towards the headboard of the bed as her neck starts screaming at her for being twisted to look behind her for so long, but it seems that Akio is as ready to start as Momo secretly is.
'I'm gonna enjoy making love to you, you know? Feeling your body around me, how you open up for me, the way you'll moan my name…' Akio trails off, and Momo wonders just where this boy had learnt such dirty things; clearly not from his peers, as otherwise he'd be much more crude and crass, like the boys from the playground. But… it's not making love, no matter how Akio puts it, no matter if he's nice to her, but as he shifts closer and the thick head of his cock rubs against the crease of her ass, Momo knows that she isn't getting out of this encounter without getting fucked at least once.
She hopes that, unlike before, that Akio doesn't really have much stamina, and she can leave and get this over with quickly, but there's a dawning feeling in her head that this wouldn't be the case as she swallows back the urge to beg him to go easy on her. In her experience, that just made attackers more violent, plus the very concept stung her pride like no other.
Akio frots against her in rushed thrusts, the feeling of going from the sensation of only his hand to a soft, bubbly ass to rub against clearly getting the better of him as he grunts and moans at the feel of her body. He manages to stop himself from completely rubbing off against her instead of fucking her, and Momo swallows as he spread her ass cheeks with his hands, bearing her pussy and her asshole for him to look at, both holes clenching around nothing at the exposure.
'I can't decide if I wanna make love to your pussy or ass, they both look so good,' Akio says, and Momo wants to hide so badly that she presses her face down against the pillow of the bed, and before she lifts her head back up, Akio makes his choice.
Despite the way she'd been ruined for normal sex, Momo sighs in relief as Akio pushes the tip of his cock down and nudges himself against her pussy, but then she realises that Akio's fingers are nowhere near her hole, and that he's not going to prep her before pressing his cock inside of her. Momo struggles against her restraints as she tries to stop him, but Akio simply presses a hand down on the small of her back before he's pushing inside of her, his cock spreading her pussy wide.
But… he doesn't push into her all in one painful go. Instead, he moans as he circles his hips, getting her used to the feeling of his cock, yes, spreading her wide, but not rushing to fuck inside of her pussy. It doesn't hurt anywhere near like she had feared, instead, the spreading sensation of her pussy contributing to the unfortunate pleasure brewing in her lower stomach as Akio takes his time to get her used to the thick girth of his cock pushing inside of her pussy.
She still struggles as Akio pushes further into her, though, thrashing on the bed, trying to snap the restraints so that she can get up and get Akio out of her body and retaliate, but her struggling amounts to naught. Akio's hands grip onto her hips and his hold is fast and strong as he keeps her in place as he starts to pull his cock out of her pussy, but he only pulls out until his tip is still snug inside of her pussy, before pushing the thick length of his cock into her pussy in one long, inexorable slide, that leaves Momo panting into the pillow as sweat beads on her forehead and her back.
He's bigger than she'd thought he was, and even though she'd gotten a good look at his cock, it feels completely different when it's inside of her, her tight pussy clamping down on it in an aborted effort to try and expel it with clenches of her muscles, but instead, all she's doing is massaging his cock as he moans behind her, pressing himself minutely closer to her in an effort to press more of him that doesn't exist inside her tight pussy.
Momo almost expects him to rush into fucking her, taking her body and using it for his pleasure with no thought as to how she's faring, but instead, he does something that she's not expecting. Akio leans down and plasters himself along her back, his head resting between her shoulder blades as he moves his arms to wrap around her stomach. Then, he starts to move, but he only pulls about halfway out before he presses back inside, but his movements are almost gentleseeming, and the slight pain from stretching around his cock unprepared fades as pleasure starts to build despite Momo's best efforts to not enjoy herself.
Akio's thrusts speed up, but they don't get any rougher, as he pants and moans against her back, intent on sticking close to her as he fucks her, enjoying her body whilst also worshipping it with his hands hooked around her stomach. As he seems to get his bearings back after pressing all of his cock inside of her, his small hands come to grip at her tits through her hero outfit, and humiliatingly, Momo can't hold back the moan she lets out at the touch. She'd always been large in the breast department, and they'd always been sensitive, spawning some jealousy in her peers, and her go to when she couldn't ignore her body's urges any longer - before the playground incident that is - was to play with her tits until she couldn't stop herself from shoving a hand down her underwear and coming herself silly whilst trying her best to hold back her moans.
His hands grip at her breasts rougher than he's thrusting into her pussy, but even then, it's nothing compared to the pain that had been visited upon her before, simply just the grip of an eager boy excited to be touching tits for the first time, and as his hands rub over her nipples through her outfit, she can feel herself getting wetter around his cock. His hands move to the middle of her chest, and then they're slipping underneath the tight fabric of her hero outfit and freeing her tits from them, her hero outfit stretching so much that she can hear a couple threads in the seams snap, just so that the gap in the middle can accommodate the bulk of her breasts.
With her tits freed from her clothing, Akio goes to town on playing with them, hefting the weight of them in his hands and squishing the soft flesh with his palms, before moving to focus specifically on her nipples. Momo moans uncontrollably as Akio's fingers pinch and pull at her nipples, before focusing on rubbing over them with the occasional pinch as he starts to speed up his thrusts a little bit, just enough so that he's drawing his cock out of her and pushing back in just as he gropes her tits in a way that makes her mind go fuzzy with the pleasure of it all.
Almost instinctively, her legs move against her restraints, and smiling down at her - though Momo can't see Akio's face as she hides her own in the pillow - Akio decides to release the restraints on her ankles. Momo doesn't notice until she realises that her legs have come up so that her heels are pushing against Akio's lithe ass to encourage him to fuck her a little harder, a little faster, and while her mind screams at her to escape, her body simply ignores the commands as pleasure starts to sear hot and low in her stomach, her orgasm looming over her.
Her pussy quivers around Akio's cock as he fucks into her almost passionately, his hips clapping against her ass in an obscene rhythm that makes Momo's cheeks burn a bright pink as she listens to just how wet the sound of their skin slapping together sounds. But her mind has no place for embarrassment as pleasure starts to sweep through her body, extending from her lower stomach to a full-body almost tingling feeling before her orgasm crashes down over her.
Momo can;'t help but moan out Akio's name in a drawn out expression of her pleasure as her pussy clamps down around his cock and clenches erratically, the movements of her muscles designed to draw his orgasm out as much as they can whilst she soaks the bedsheets beneath them with the evidence of her pleasure.
Akio moans loudly before he speeds up a little, the fat head of his cock dragging along her G-spot in a way that just extends her orgasm, 'I love your pussy!' he declares, his voice earnest, 'I can't stop fucking it, you feel so good!'
Momo moans as she feels Akio's cock throb in the confines of her pussy, and then Akio presses himself as close as he can, practically humping her pussy as his own orgasm takes him over, and he starts to come inside of her pussy. The head of his thick cock presses up against the end of her pussy in a lewd kiss as he comes, his cum immediately filling her pussy with a few potent spurts before it leaks out around the plug of his cock to join her juices staining the bedsheets.
Akio moans and absent-mindedly massages her breasts, completely caught up in his own pleasure, and Momo hiccups as she feels her pussy quiver one last time in the aftershocks of her own orgasm before it finally fades from her body, her thighs trembling from the intensity of the feeling.
Unlatching from her body, Akio sighs happily as he moves to kneel behind her, his cock pulling halfway out of her pussy with the motion, only prompting more of Akio's cum to leak out from her. Akio licks his lips as he looks down at her, and then in one swift motion, he's fully pulling out of her pussy, watching as it clenches around nothing, trying to go back to it's state before she'd been fucked full of young boy cock, her hole winking closed and open as cum leaks lazily down her inner thighs.
'You look so good with my cum inside of you… you look like a wife, someone I can keep to myself,' Akio says, and Momo doesn't know how she's supposed to respond to that, mind completely blank as she tries to come up with something that wouldn't encourage Akio but also wouldn't piss him off.
'But you wouldn't be my wife if I left you unsatisfied' he continues, and then Momo yelps as Akio grabs her hips and flips her over so that she's facing him, just as easily as he'd turned her around the first time. Did this kid have a quirk that meant he didn't get tired, or something?!
Like this, she can't hide her face in the pillow any more, and Akio grins up at her as he looks at her face. Tear tracks streak down her face from when she'd become so overwhelmed that her eyes couldn't help but water, similar tracks from the corners of her mouth indicating where she'd been drooling, dumbed by how good Akio's cock felt in her pussy, too overstimulated to even think about holding back.
'Now I get to fill your other hole, make sure you're well taken care of,' Momo swallows as she feels Akio's fingers press against the furled muscle of her asshole, her body already keyed up from the pleasure of getting fucked and the overwhelming sensations of her orgasm, her body immediately translating the sensation of his fingers rubbing against her hole as being pleasurable instead of being frightening like it should be.
The last time she'd taken anything up the ass - bar her own guilty explorations since the incident - had been when she'd been forced to sit on her bat without any prep and then fucked with it while her pussy and mouth were also filled. That would be too much in combination with the loving words and the seeming gentle passion that Akio is directing towards her. Her mind wouldn't be able to take it.
'Don't touch there, I don't want-'
'Of course you want it! Your hole can't wait to open up for my fingers,' Akio says, and to Momo's horror, she realises he's right as he presses two fingers - slicked with a mixture of cum and her juices trailing down from her gaping pussy - into her asshole. Her body immediately opens up to accept them and there's not even a moment of pain from the slight stretch at all, instead a haze settling over her body and brain as she's filled from behind.
Two fingers quickly become three, and then Akio is curling his fingers to massage against her inner walls, making her body looser for him so that he can press his cock inside of her. It doesn't help that Momo can't stop herself from feeling good, even as she tries to reason with herself that she can just endure this and then go about with her life without even thinking about the fact that, apparently, her ass is perfect for getting fucked.
Akio's fingers withdraw, and then he's grasping the base of his still hard cock - seriously, what was with the stamina of these young boys, lately? Momo had heard that teen boys were quick shots, so it only made sense that younger ones were too - and stroking himself as he looks down at her front.
'I'm tempted to cum all over your tits, but I'll make love to you again first, so I know that you're satisfied,' Akio says, and Momo can't even begin to figure out just how much is wrong with that announcement, but she isn't given time to as the fat head of Akio's cock presses against her stretched hole, and then he's pushing inside of her slowly and easily.
It's a different feeling from getting fucked in her pussy, and she's only ever done it to herself aside from the other time when it was so rough she couldn't even think past the pain radiating from her hole, but this time? This time it feels uncomfortably good as Akio's cock pushes into her ass, spreading her tight walls wide and making a space for himself like he belongs insider of her body.
Fuck, it… it feels better than when he'd pushed inside of her pussy. Momo closes her eyes in embarrassed defeat for a moment as she processes the fact that getting fucked in the ass is apparently just what her body likes, despite everything that's happened to her that should put her off it. Akio isn't dumb either, and her laughs as his hands grip onto her hips as he keeps pushing his cock inside her tight channel.
'Oh, your body really likes this, at least I know what kind of lovemaking you prefer, so I can keep doing it for you,' Akio continues, and Momo can't let his words get to her, let her convince her that this was anything but rape, no matter what Akio said or did - or didn't do, in this case - to her body.
Akio presses closer to her, pressing further inside of her ass as he does so, making Momo grit her teeth against a moan that wants to make its way out of her mouth. Her defiance is met with a strong thrust to press himself fully inside of her, and Momo knows that getting fucked in the ass shouldn't feel as good - if not better - than getting fucked in her pussy, but she can't help the way her body seizes up at the feeling of being so filled.
Akio's hands move to the back of her legs, and then he's practically folding her in half to get closer to her, pressing her into a mating press that has Momo gasping as a moan is punched out from her due to the change in position. From there, it doesn't get any easier to resist as pleasure sweeps through her body as Akio starts pulling out and thrusting into her body like he owns it, but never like he wishes to harm her.
It leaves Momo conflicted in the few moments that she can think beyond the pleasure scorching in the pit of her stomach and leaving her breathless and brainless. Akio keeps fucking her, too, he doesn't let up, his pace staying steady and his stamina holding out for longer now that he'd had his first orgasm and the edge had been taken off, and Momo can't do anything except cling to him and hope that he comes soon.
Soon, her legs have come down from where Akio had folded them back against her in a mating press, and her ankles are locked behind Akio's back, minute movements of her legs encouraging his thrusts into her ass as she pushes against the small of his back with her heels.
It goes on like that for a while, Momo can't even count the amount of times her body is forced through her peak, pleasure fizzing her brain out and making her vision swim with dark spots from the sheer overwhelm of sensation being visited upon her again and again and again, whilst Akio pants and grins down at her.
They continue until they're both exhausted, Momo breathing heavily as a smile overtakes her face, her body completely unable to hide her satisfaction as Akio finally pulls out of her body, both of her holes leaking a copious amount of cum. She falls asleep like that, exhausted and obscenely filthy, cum and slick drying on the inside of her thighs as well as her pussy and ass.
Momo wakes up much more abruptly than she had fallen asleep that night to the sound of a shrill scream coming from the doorway to the bedroom. She shoots upright in the bed, hoping that the night before was just some sort of horrible dream and that she'd overslept in the dorms and one of her friends had discovered a toy of hers or something, but it's not to be.
Instead, she looks at the elderly couple standing in the doorway to the bedroom with wide eyes, before she tries her best to right herself, her hero suit completely ruined as Akio had torn the gusset between her legs some hours ago and the middle of her suit was permanently warped by the fabric being stretched around the bulk of her breasts.
Momo is never one to take what doesn't belong to her, but in times like these, she really has to adapt on the fly, so she scrambles up from the bed and does her best to right her hero suit - which isn't much, as the fabric can't even begin to fully cover her body - and she wraps the soiled top sheet of the bedding around her.
'I'm so, so sorry!' she manages to get out before she runs for the bedroom door straight past the couple and rushes downstairs, vaulting out through the window she'd come in through originally, landing outside in the early dawn, the sun just starting to peek over the horizon. She moves fast, eager to get away from the house and the couple that had found her, her mind working at an intense pace to try and decipher just what had gone on the night previous and what's happening to her now, the morning after.
Just what had that boy seen in her, to make him… violate her so? It wasn't like the attack at the playground, where she could blame testosterone and a sense of entitlement and frustration and anger over them interfering with the situation.
What had made Akio so immediately attached to the idea of being in love with her?
…and why had she gone along with his advances? After he'd freed her legs from the restraints keeping her tied to the bed, she could've easily concocted a plan to escape by knocking the boy out, even if she didn't like the idea of harming children, it would have been better than… all of what had happened the night previously.
Stopping to catch her breath and figure out how she's going to get back to the Academy, suit ruined and mind running in circles, Momo winces as she rubs her legs together, both her pussy and her ass sore from Akio's exploits. Yet… she wondered if she would come across the young villain again, and just what would happen in that encounter.